#and/or cocoa dusted chocolate sweets

[clockspur]

🎶C’est Bon, C’est Bon🎶

[taojjang]

𐙚 snowed in with riize .ᐟ

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ advent calendar, day one! pairing: bf!riize x reader, genre: fluff! warnings: snowstorm! so sweet and fluffy u might feel it in ur toes

note: this is basically a trailer for the second week of my advent calendar event! each member's part will soon be a mini oneshot, stay tuned wink wink

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ಇ. spending a white night with your boyfriend

shotaro . . .

once you saw the white flurries falling from your window, you couldn't help but sigh. as much as you love the winter, it was quite convenient that it started snowing the day after your heater broke. though this posed as an inconvenience to you, shotaro was jumping at this opportunity to be your warmth.

"i'll come over and keep you warm!"

and of course, he kept his word. twenty minutes later, taro knocked at your front door in his pajamas. you laughed at the sight of your silly boyfriend and his huge bag full of blankets. the night was brutally frigid, but that was only another excuse for taro to cling to you all night. the cold weather couldn't cross your mind once while you dozed off in taro's arms.

eunseok . . .

"just for tonight! please, seok!" you begged.

it was finally snowing after the brutally scorching summer, but you couldn't enjoy it. you tend to get sick quite easily, and eunseok knew that all too well. to avoid having to take a week off of work to take care of you, he advised you to stay inside. even with all of your sulking and whining, he didn't break. after all, he knew of a better way to make your night.

your eyes lit up at the sight of the two cups on the kitchen counter. as a warmer alternative to enjoying this snowy night, eunseok made your favorite drink: hot chocolate (and of course he can't forget the marshmallows and whipped cream!). once you were cuddled up on the couch with your marshmallows and cocoa, you forgot all about the snow outside, focusing on nothing but the sweetest boyfriend you had beside you.

sungchan . . .

your spirits were a bit down after your friends canceled the picnic you'd planned for the past week. due to the sudden snow, your lakeside picnic was not gonna happen. so you tried your best to enjoy yourself; sitting ahead of the fireplace with a warm cup of tea and a book. but you couldn't shake off the disappointment.

noticing the sullen look on your face, sungchan sat beside you and took you into his arms. "what's the matter, princess?" you looked up at him with your dainty gaze, wanting to explain everything that caused your gloom. but the bliss of being in his arms and having all of his attention erased all of your negative thoughts within an instant. you smiled and placed a soft peck on his lips. "nothing, love. could we cuddle?"

wonbin . . .

everything felt so peaceful— sitting in front of the window beneath the covers with a jazzy melody ringing from the tv. the snow looked so beautiful, falling from the sky and coating the world in its petals. you could sit here forever. that was until the jazz was overshadowed by the loud banging on your front door.

you covered your mouth and pressed back the laugh that was at the base of your throat. "baby, what happened..?" wonbin stood at the doorway with his head down, covered from head to toe with snow. "it started snowing right when my shift ended and i didn't have a ride." you laughed and quickly dusted off all of the snow from his hair and jacket. to mend the frown on your baby's face, you took him inside to dry him off. he sat on your bed and looked up at you with stars in his eyes as you ruffled his hair dry with a towel.

seunghan . . .

snowy days were always your favorite days to stare out the window and space out. something about snow is so comforting and tranquilizing. but you couldn't even enjoy it when your stupid window kept fogging up. every few minutes you'd have to swipe your hand over the glass to clear the fog, dampening the cuffs of your sweater. it was irritating you, so seunghan knew he had to step in.

"what's wrong, angel?" seunghan asked, taking a seat beside you. "the stupid fog keeps covering the glass. i can't see the snow." seunghan laughed and lifted his finger toward the glass. he began tracing small lines and curves into the fog before leaning back and smiling at you. he drew the both of you in his signature shinchan style. "look, angel, it's us!" you laughed and cupped his face in your hands, leaving a long kiss on his lips. "you're the cutest, seunghan!"

sohee . . .

snow was a hard thing to enjoy. although it's soothing to watch the white petals fall from the sky and paint the ground white, it wasn't too fun to clean. you absolutely hate shoveling snow. it hurts your shoulders and it's so terribly painful doing strenuous work in the freezing cold weather. but sohee had a different way of cleaning up the snowy driveway.

"help me roll the snow!" sohee cheered.

instead of dragging the shovel across the pavement, he packed a basketball-sized ball of snow and began rolling it through the snow. you laughed at your boyfriend's childish approach to clearing the driveway. the two of you spent hours building a kingdom of mini snowmen, giving each of them special features and even names. though you hated snow, you couldn't deny how much fun you had watching sohee build his little snowmen with that huge smile on his face. but now there was only one problem left to solve: the huge snowmen blocking the driveway.

anton . . .

spring cleaning was the most tranquil part of the change in weather. you loved clearing out the clutter in your bedroom as you refresh from the cold winter to the fresh sun of spring. but this year, you had to finish it a bit earlier. you were moving apartments and had to ensure every crevice of your home was spotless or else you'd never hear the end of it from your landlord. but the cleaning process was everything but tranquil.

anton hated seeing you so stressed while the snow was coming down so prettily. all he wanted was to cuddle you while watching the snow fall from your window, but you were preoccupied with cleaning up the kitchen :( so when he helped you take out the trash, he cooked up this little plan for turning your mood around. you gasped feeling the impact of the cold snow hitting your back. you turn around to see anton staring back at you with his guilty grin. "you can't catch me!" he teased, turning around to run away from you. you laugh as he trips and falls straight onto his face into the snow. "what a loser.."

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TWST Indie Perfume Recs

While browsing, I've noticed a lot of fragrances reminding me of TWST characters. All characters have five fragrances, while each dorm is given one general fragrance. 22 named students of NRC, Ramshackle, the staff, RSA, Book 7 characters, and event characters have been included.

Fragrance notes are taken from their respective websites.

Heartslabyul —

Alice (Crow & Pebble) — Bakewell tarts and black tea, white roses painted red, a distant whiff of black pepper and orange marmalade.

Riddle Rosehearts

High Tea (Possets) — A very true to tea blend. Infused with lemon, sugar, milk, and that indescribable scent of the best starched linens.

Rosewater Lemonade (Hexennacht) — Tart, sweet lemonade infused with fresh, heady rose petals.

Dormouse (Wild Hybrid) — Tea-soaked fur, caramel cakes with a thin smear of butter, toast crumbs and pink pepper

Last Breath (Deep Midnight) — A sweet goodbye as an organ pipes a haunting hymn. Main notes of red roses, lily of the valley, and white tea waft in as the lid closes…

Jabberwocky (Pierrot Perfumery) — An interesting blend of labdanum resin, charred oak, amber musk, and blood.

Ace Trappola

Cherry Fizzy (Death & Floral) — Classic dark cherry soda with small hints of cocoa beans and strong carbonation

The Red Hare (Stone & Wit) — Fresh ginger, fig preserves, cherry, almonds, suede

Black Cherry Bomb (Death & Floral) — Melted black cherry popsicle juice, ginger ale cream soda, salty and hot summer skin, honeydew, golden caramelized amber

Sucker Punch (Sugar & Spite) — Red, shiny lollies, lemon hard candies, and fluffy pink cotton candy

Knave of Hearts (BPAL) — Crushed roses and blackcurrant tarts.

Deuce Spade

0 The Fool (Wild Hybrid) — The dust of a road travelled, davana, tea rose, sunflower, honey myrtle, pink pepper, rhododendron leaf, angel's trumpet, orange and crystalline musk.

Misspent Youth (Death & Floral) — Iced cold root beer, the glowing hum of a 7-11 parking lot, peppered vanilla, blood orange & ginger candy, fuzzy grey amber

White Rabbit (Siren Song Elixirs) — White musk, Coconut, Narcissus flower, Lime verbena, Amber, Double Vanilla

Clowning Around (Luvmilk) — Fresh, buttered, caramel popcorn, salty peanuts, tufts of blue cotton candy, and taffy apples.

Storm Chaser (Fyrinnae) — Misty, salty onshore winds, wet sand and soil, storm surge, broken branches, and gasoline.

Trey Clover

Violet Pound Cake (CocoaPink) — Fresh baked pound cake squares sprinkled with wild candied violet petals then softly dusted with confectioners’ sugar.

Flourite (Hexennacht) — lavender, chamomile, lemon balm, spearmint, a faint wafting of violets.

Coco Violette (Deep Midnight) — Reminiscent of old fashioned violet candies and sweet childhood memories. Old fashioned violet, milk chocolate, and a hint of creamy vanilla.

Dead of Night (Lovesick Witchery) — Notes of lavender, white pepper, dryer sheets, detergent, warm cotton, and vanilla musk.

Lab Partner (Nui Cobalt) — Unripe mandarin, chilly grey cashmere, green peppercorn, flushed skin, and toasted oats.

Cater Diamond

Raining Diamonds (Nui Cobalt) — A glistening air of wonder and enchantment. Chilled white grapefruit, ambrette seed, stellar musk, forget-me-not blossom, sheer vanilla, and honeyed almond.

Tell It to the Moon (Sugar & Spite) — Precious woods, cashmere vanilla, resin, spice, and a swirl of bright mandarin.

The Aquarius (Lovesick Witchery) — Notes of pear, ginger, nutmeg, salty popcorn, tart lime, sugared citrus, sea salt, lotus, calendula, and cedarwood.

Festival Nights (Luvmilk) — Melon kakigori, dango drizzled with mizuame, wataame, and fireworks in the distance.

Everything Is More Beautiful Because We Are Doomed (Death & Floral) — Rich gourmet vanilla blended with benzoin and black woodsmoke

Savanaclaw —

Dantalion (Fantome) — Creamy chai tea, obscuring mists, sandalwood, a plaster mask, clarifying ginger, carnations, dandelions, & a melted beeswax candle.

Leona Kingscholar

Afterglow (Alkemia) — A softly glowing veil of golden musk, Madagascar vanilla beans, woodsmoked black amber, chai tea, spiced rum, and incense woods.

Lion (BPAL) — The dry, glorious warmth of the Savannah. A golden, spiced amber, proud, regal and ferocious.

Untamable (Imaginary Authors) — Leather Saddle, Tonka Resin, Saguaro Blossom, Texas Yellowstar, Cumin, Tumbleweed, Paso Fino

Badlands (Solstice Scents) — Dry woods, worn leather, dusty fossils, sandalwood, palo santo, hot resins, juniper wood, ponderosa pine cone, parched grasses and desert plants, oud, spices.

Villain Origin Story (Nui Cobalt) — Jaded by the world’s ills, a heart is ignited not by hope, but by fury. Sinister patchouli, spiced mulberry wine, smoldering musk, deep mahogany, and a sliver of peach skin.

Jack Howl

White Fir (Pineward) — orange, ginger, white fir, clove, anise, pine, musk, vetiver, oakmoss.

Turquoise (Hexennacht) — Wild blueberry, white amber, prickly pear, apricot, artemisia, green tea, honey sage, ghost flower, lemon verbena, lavender, lemon balm, cactus flower, dry grass.

Bitter Cold (Lovesick Witchery) — Notes of freezing air, cedarwood, balsam fir, pine needles, and a delicate touch of mint.

Werewolf (Lovesick Witchery) — Notes of patchouli, black spruce, juniper, amyris resin, rosemary, clove, and clary sage.

The Cactus Where Your Heart Once Was (Death & Floral) — Prickly pear cactus accord and orange flower absolute

Ruggie Bucchi

First Dandelion (Alkemia) — A bright meadow of sunny dandelion flowers, green dandelion leaves, and warm dirt.

Laundromat (Hexennacht) — Laundry soap, fabric softener, ozone, and coin-op washing machines.

Maplemallow Doughnut (Hexennacht) — Fresh doughnuts, topped with sticky maple frosting, and tooth-achingly sweet marshmallow fluff.

Laundry Day (Cirrus Parfum) — Clean white laundry musk, lavender, vanilla, earl grey tea, and New Caledonia sandalwood

Blood and Donuts (Deep Midnight) — Dark Egyptian amber and gaharu wood, well blended and served with creamy vanilla, cinnamon spice, rich chocolate, and a splash of turkish coffee. It's.... to die for.

Octavinelle —

Black Pearl (Wild Hybrid) — The scent of deep sea life and vanilla

Azul Ashengrotto

Voice of the Sea (Alkemia) — An olfactory musing from the underside of a wooden dock—salinaceous seabreezes, sun bleached driftwood, crushed seashells, a twist of Meyers lemon peel, barnacles, mineralistic sand, and seasoaked timbers.

Breakwater (Wylde Ivy) — Mist soaked and sun scorched basalt, bergamot, dried black tea leaves, and white sandalwood

Small Comforts (Stone & Wit) — Black tea, tamarind, clove, anise, cinnamon, white musks

Poison Pen (Death & Floral) — Black musk, mahogany wood, balsam accord, old paper, ink, red sandalwood, ylang, lapsang souchong, and a tiny touch of cinnamon bark

With the Fishes and the Dead (Death & Floral) — Black squid ink and mile long oceans. Black ambergris, black labdanum absolute, salty ocean water, and black pits of stretched out emptiness.

Jade Leech

Koschei the Deathless (Fantome) — Forest mushrooms, turmeric, myrrh, treemoss, dry bones, sea kelp, dark patchouli, creamy ylang.

Ghost Whale (Crow & Pebble) — Stormy sea air, clary sage, black pepper, jasmine green tea, ambergris, cedar and agarwood.

FROGS! (Death & Floral) — Grounding and warm woods, Virginia cedar, cold-pressed yuzu, overgrown moss, forest mushrooms, wet humid frog skin

Leviathan (Hexennacht) — ambergris accord, soil, ozone, marine accord, seaweed accord, mitti attar, geosmin, matsutake mushroom, algae.

The Lighthouse (Mythpunk Olfactive) — The cozy aftermath of a seaside storm - maritime pine, ozone, heather, bloodmoss, rocky wet sand, black tea, wet wool drying by the fire

Floyd Leech

Scenic Route (Hexennacht) — California sagebrush, narrow-leaf eucalyptus, purple sage, pink peppercorn, driftwood, ocean air, orange blossom, sandalwood, cypress, palo santo, patchouli.

Why Would You Make This!? (Stone & Wit) — Lime, bergamot, Sichuan pepper, paprika, apples, raisins, salt, watermelon

OYSTER! (Poesie) — Grey musk, ocean brine, bitter cucumber, a twist of lemon, elemi resin, and angelica

Siren (Wild Hybrid) — Salty ocean water, barnacle covered rocks, wet ship wood, beeswax, sailor's pipe tobacco and spiced rum and the tang of blood to be spilt.

1991 (Sunsphere Scents) — Saltwater, grapefruit, an old boardwalk

Scarabia —

Eternal Sunshine (Hexennacht) — Coconut water, pineapple, apricot, papaya, banana, sunscreen, pool water, sandalwood, seaweed accord, sea salt, driftwood, mysore accord, sun-warmed sand, pool toys, choya nakh.

Kalim Al-Asim

Eight Minutes of Light and Heat Left When the Sun Dies (Death & Floral) — Pulpy coconut water and sweet Thai tea, blended with soft orange blossoms and a scorching desert thunderstorm looming in the distance.

Tempest (Siren Song Elixirs) — Dragon fruit, Lychee, Dahlia, Black Vanilla, Creamy Vanilla

Awakening Desert (Alkemia) — Rainstorm across desert. Cracked earth drinks deeply, softening into moist clay. Desert springs refill and replenish. An elemental scent of awakening... dry warm earth, parched grasses, dried wood, and mineralistic clay drenched in rainwater.

Beautiful, But Annihilating (Sorce) — Fresh coconut, jasmine sambac, tonka bean, salty skin

Cardigan (Death & Floral) — Bergamot and spiced cardamom blended with Egyptian musk superior and sandalwood

Jamil Viper

Serpentine (Sorce) — Ripe figs, fig leaf, cardamom, caramelized honey, vanilla, Peru balsam, Cedar, Iso E Super

Moonstone (Hexennacht) — argent ambre, night-blooming jasmine, evening air accord, lunar musk.

Whisper Your Bitter Things (Poesie) — Pressed coffee beans, dried clove bud, cassia bark, jasmine and neroli blossoms, and roasted vanilla pods

The Snake (Lovesick Witchery) — Notes of black narcissus, night blooming jasmine, honey, toffee, and black musk.

Violent Moon (Sugar & Spite) — Candied clove, incense, elemi, palo santo, raspberry leaf, sanguine musk, litchi, moss, sandalwood and patchouli.

Pomefiore —

Champagne Supernova (Black Hearted Tart) — Fizzy pink champagne is elevated with frozen mangoes and a sweet red berry accord. Freesia petals, baby powder, and cashmere musk add a flirty feel.

Vil Schoenheit

Smells Like Teen Slayer (Pierrot Perfumery) — A blend of stone fruits, sandalwood, amber, and white florals.

Thigh Highs (Luvmilk) — Juicy mango, creamy papaya blossom, a touch of resin coated vanilla, hints of jasmine and violet on a woody, earthy base.

Fluffy Pink Murder Robe (Fable & Canon) — Delicate blushed florals, Madagascar vanilla, soft fuzzy peach skin, and a spilled glass of champagne.

Proud Queen (CocoaPink) — She rules all that is strange and dangerous, poisonous and beautiful. Foxgloves, opium poppies, bitter nightshade, green roses of hellebore, oleander's apricot notes, and innocent orange blossom, with a breath of raspberries, white chocolate, marshmallow, and warm white musk.

Evil (BPAL) — Smouldering opium tar, tobacco absolute, green tea, black plum, kush, ambergris accord, ambrette seed, and costus root.

Epel Felmier

Bad Apple (Redwood Alchemy) — Apple, Leather, White Musk & Civet

Blue Jay Orchards (Birch & Besom) — Apple cider donuts, gently smoked honey, orchard soil, cedar, ripe gourds

Riverside Hayride (Solstice Scents) — Moist Dirt, White Carnations, Fallen Leaves, Bare Branches, Hay & a Hint of Pressed Apples

November (CocoaPink) — The unmistakable scent in the air the moment winter arrives. Pale snowflakes, bitter, cold air, dry vanilla, snow dusted trees, agar-wood, baked apple pie and smokey swirls of crackling tobacco.

Bite the Apple (Black Hearted Tart) — Honeycrisp red apples are plunged into a cauldron of creamy caramel and rolled in pieces of toffee and crushed walnut.

Rook Hunt

Crossbow of Vengeance (Fyrinnae) — Dried tobacco, freshly crushed black pepper, and the almost undetectable sweet scent of your poison-dipped bolts.

Balcony Tryst (Fyrinnae) — Tangerine blossoms! Sweet tangerines mixed with the heavier scent of their flowers, grounded by a bit of ginger lily, soft leather, and benzoin.

Ranger (BPAL) — Untamed wilderness: buckskin accord with Terebinth pine, Russian birch, black ironwood, elder bark, hay, armoise, juniper, patchouli, galangal root, Spanish moss, and cabreuva.

Hunter's Moon (Pulp Fragrance) — An Ode to Diana, lunar goddes of the Hunt: Moonflower, tonka bean, honeyed amber, sandalwood, tolu balsam, oud, and rich golden spice.

The Hunter's Kiss (Andromeda's Curse) — Key Notes: Leather, Dark Forest, Incense

Ignihyde —

Starship Mechanic (Fyrinnae) — Working among the generators and weapons control areas all day ensures the scents of titanium, steel tools, engine oil, and fuel stick to their skin and hair for hours. Even after a scented shower, mixing with the lingering fragrances of bergamot, woods, and patchouli, their line of work is fairly obvious when you get close. But you don't mind at all.

Idia Shroud

Please Rewind (Amorphous) — Highlights include VHS tape cases, hot popcorn, and the ozonic, static-like aroma of a hot VHS tape fresh from the VCR.

Artificer (BPAL) — Gleaming metal, gear oil, sparking wires, shattered glass, and a blue flicker of arcane power.

Shroud (Sugar & Spite) — Obsidian violet, geranium, coconut milk, amyris, saffron, cedar, and vetiver

In The Styx (Birch & Besom) — Cool mineral water, metallic silver, dry woods, aquatic atmospherics

The Black Gate (Pierrot Perfumery) — A truly evil blend of wormwood, labdanum, nag champa and blackened metal.

Ortho Shroud

Aerobraking (Fyrinnae) — The combination of warm machine oil, cold titanium, and the slightly stale scent of re-circulated oxygen.

Electric Feel (Death & Floral) — A blend of different electricity accords; hot wires, neon signs, tv static fuzz, the electricity that rumbles inside a thunderstorm.

Deus Ex Machina (Alkemia) — An olfactory portrait of industrial decay and the fallen gods of age of disruption, innovation, and technological revolution… fire hardened steel, rusted iron, motor oil, wet cement, burnt copper wires, and grey amber

Abduction (The Eyes Are Always There) — metallic and ozone top notes transition into a heart and base comprised of a subtle blending of rich spice, wood, organic and earthy components.

Eldritch (Red River Apothecary) — Inky black musk, cosmic horror, patent leather and a smattering of dark energy

Diasomnia —

Gargoyle (Nui Cobalt) — Rain-drenched lavender, cathedral incense, beeswax candles, and ancient stone.

Malleus Draconia

Green Eyes, Black Hair (The Strange South) — Oud, marshmallow, freesia, and vanilla.

Beastly (CocoaPink) — Ancient castle stones, the brooding airs of a dark forest, a threat of winter; a fougere fit for a prince, the musk and leather of a beast; a library filled with rare books; and a single red rose.

Insomnia (Sugar & Spite) — Oud, Black Pepper, beeswax, dragon's blood, light and dark patchouli, benzoin resin

Lost Temple (Nui Cobalt) — A nexus of mystery and hidden power. Damp moss, a humid tangle of mandevilla vines, freshly cut palo santo, rain-drenched stone, and the memory of sacred fires.

Thunder In Your Ear (The Strange South) — Dragon's blood, red musk, sleet, mandarin, and vanilla.

Silver

Aurora (Alkemia) — A luminescent skin-but-better aurora of soft cashmeran, orris root, cardamon infused coconut milk, white amber, white musk, white violet, white ginger, lotus flower, and a touch of honeyed cream.

Gentle Tormentor (CocoaPink) — You are that wild-eyed faery's child, beautiful and merciless. A bed of vanillas, tonka and white musk, laced with delicate lemon and bergamot.

Doe Eyed and Dreaming (Sugar & Spite) — Assam au lait, dry vanilla pods, burned brown sugar, oak wood, tonka, ambrette and the tiniest hint of firewood

Fey Touched (Nui Cobalt) — A glistening aura of elemental power to enhance all spellcraft. Sunflower petals, honeyed almond, yuzu, sacred benzoin, and prismatic mist from woodland stream dappled in sunlight.

Inside a Nightmare (Death & Floral) — The olfactory profile of a constantly changing nightmare. Freezing cold water, asphalt, sea salt, lavender & chamomile. very soft leather car interior. Which turn was wrong, and where did we end up?

Sebek Zigvolt

Magic Compass (Nui Cobalt) — An enchantment to navigate you through the fog and keep you on the right path. Shining brass, benzoin, angelica flower, quatre épices, sandalwood, golden patchouli, and a touch of ripe passion fruit.

Vert et Noir (DSH) — A bright, citric-green eau fraiche vetiver fragrance with vegetal notes and ozone to bring the unexpected.

Sorcerer (BPAL) — A golden, sparking surge of raw, wild magic: waves of amber, frankincense, red cacao, blood orange, and lavender touched by demonic incense and dragon’s blood.

Lightning (BPAL) — Lightning slashing the midnight skies over the endless reaches of the ocean. The electric tang of ozone, marine notes, and a drop of sharp rain.

16 The Tower (Wild Hybrid) — Lightning and stone

Lilia Vanrouge

Frickin' Bats (Hexennacht) — Vanilla ice cream, black licorice whips, candy corn, root beer, kettle corn.

90s Goth (Amorphous) — Aroma palette is a spooky, spicy, dark floral musk with hints of leather and spice. Highlights include clove cigarette smoke, jet black lipstick, worn leather, fog machine, and white violet musk.

Bats in the Belfry (Pierrot Perfumery) — A sweet, musty blend. Notes of vintage lace, dried flowers and dusty photos.

You'll Never Grow Old (CocoaPink) — A vintage amusement park on a summer night boardwalk where the coolest vampires hang out. The irresistible mingling of cotton candy, waffle cones, caramel popcorn, and candy apple is stalked by the tang of an oncoming storm, sea salt, freshly-dug dirt, and a primal, seductive musk.

Moondust Will Cover You (Sugar & Spite) — Lush green foliage, tiny, still-green wildflowers bathed in moonlight, and a sweet breeze that smells of love and sorrow.

Ramshackle —

Parlour (Fantome) — A darkly polished mahogany rapping table, spirit boards, sweet rosewood chests, burning incense, and a hint of vetiver.

Grim

Purr (Hexennacht) — kitten fur accord, yarn (wool absolute), milky kitten breath, tonka bean absolute, musk.

Le Chat Noir (Hexennacht) — chimney smoke, freshly fallen snow, and the cool, dry, musky scent of a cat just in from a long winter stroll.

Vampire Cat (Nui Cobalt) — Playfully alluring. Top notes of tart cherry and pomegranate, a warm heart of rooibos, torch ginger, and hibiscus, and a base of red cedarwood and dragon’s blood resin.

Making Biscuits (Deep Midnight) — The most ubiquitous of cat practices, biscuits are about sharing. Main notes of: bread, sugar, fire, pumpkin, cardamom

Kitten and the Falling Leaves (Alkemia) — An olfactory portrait of crisp dry leaves and warm musky kitten fur.

NRC Staff —

Dire Crowley

The Night-Raven (BPAL) — Indigo musk, wild plum, rose geranium, benzoin, night-blooming jasmine, and patchouli.

Prismatic Crow (Crow & Pebble) — Soft woods, dark forest fruits, dry pine needles, juniper branches and a wisp of smoke.

A Fine Gentleman (The Strange South) — Blackberry, licorice, wood shavings, bay rum, and clove.

Ravenous (Siren Song Elixirs) — Frost, Snow, Ozone, Birch, Cypress, Fir Needles, Oakmoss, Sandalwood, Black Salt, Black Pepper, Charcoal, Sweet Milk, Blue Musk, Vetiver, Nag Champa, Mahogany, Narcissus blooms

Villain (BPAL) — A classic Victorian men’s cologne: a lavender fougere, with hints of lilac, lime, and citrus musk.

Divus Crewel

Hand Me My Leather (Hexennacht) — premium leather/suede accord, vanilla, benzoin, tolu balsam, Peru balsam, olibanum, amber, black pepper, cedar, sandalwood, tonka, musk.

My Curse (Stone & Wit) — Red wine, hyssop, cashmere, suede, musk

The Devil's Bentley (Pierrot Perfumery) — Coal, brimstone, car exhaust, black musk and 1970's amber cologne.

Wardrobe (Solstice Scents) — Creamy woods blend with cashmere, fur, velvet and a touch of dry woody spice.

Hexes 4 My Exes (Birch & Besom) — Leather, Earl Grey tea, vintage powder, crushed violets, cauldron smoke

Mozus Trein

1891 (Alkemia) — A delightful anachronism of French lavender buds, mandarin peel, lime leaves, bergamot, bay leaves, coriander, clove, nutmeg, ginger flower, pink pepper, elegant white carnations, heirloom tree rose, opium tar accord, and woody amber resin nestled in an embrace of precious oriental incense woods.

Beloved (Stone & Wit) — Apricot brandy, sandalwood, cedar

Vintage (Hexennacht) — Golden amber, Medjool dates, vanilla, amber attar, citrus, resins, Mysore sandalwood, opoponax.

Lucifer (Hexennacht) — White sage, blue musk, cedar, blackberry, black tea, bergamot, apple.

The Blues Are All the Same (Death & Floral) — Smooth vanilla cognac, aged barrel wood, and sticky honey.

Ashton Vargas

The Heartbreaking Simplicity of Ordinary Things (Death & Floral) — Freshly opened tennis balls, cool crisp meteor shower nights, warm and sweet cardamom

Black Mass (Hexennacht) — essentially, "MOON-mallow ": smoked vanilla, frankincense, Peru balsam, labdanum, amber, vetiver, atlas cedarwood, patchouli, night musk, and scorched marshmallows.

Greymist (Pineward) — noble fir, scotch pine, expressed citron, blond tobacco, botanical musk, vetiver.

Lothario (Wild Hybrid) — Night blooming flowers with a touch of campfire smoke and leather.

The Wolf Only Needs Luck to Find You Once (Death & Floral) — Crisp forest night air, lunar musk, large drifting Oakwood trees, the musky scent of a trailing shadow.

Sam

Spellbound (Lovesick Witchery) — Notes of cinnamon, bourbon, tonka bean, salted caramel, sandalwood, and vanilla.

Cafe (The Strange South) — Chicory coffee, hot beignets, and pralines.

Memento Mori (Siren Song Elixirs) — Lily, Tuberose, Forget-Me-Nots, Rain, Amber, Incense

Parlor Trick (Solstice Scents) — Ivory lace, white wax, aged paper, glossy white smoke, teak, black tea, blonde woods, delicate spice, bone musk, Manor and a faint trace of rose

Imp (Haus of Gloi) — Peculiar passion fruit mingling with sun cured apricots, perfectly pink grapefruit juice and innocent whispers of wet mimosa blooms.

Royal Sword Academy —

Ambrose the 63rd

The Mentor (Nui Cobalt) — A venerable wizard, mysterious but kind, with faded robes and shining eyes. Ancient sandalwood, well-worn linen, olive leaf, oakmoss, Earl Grey tea, and sacred temple incense. Wear for guidance in times of confusion, and for spiritual support in times of discouragement.

Wizard's Tome (Pierrot Perfumery) — An herby blend of sage, lavender, with notes of parchment and wet stone.

Wizard's Library (Birch & Besom) — Antique books, a smooth cup of hazelnut coffee, cedar desks, sandalwood, sweet tobacco

Nocturne #10 (Siren Song Elixirs) — Mahogany, Amber, Dried leaves, Vanillin, Fireplace Smoke, Coffee, Shea butter, Wood embers, Marshmallow

As Above So Below (Sugar & Spite) — Delicate, ephemeral lilacs, sweet swirls of cream, and mahogany wood

Chenya

Cereal Marshmallows (Hexennacht) — Cronchy, sugary, delicious. Also terrible for you, but OH WELL.

Pouty Kitten (Luvmilk) — Old fashioned cream soda, piles of sugared strawberries, a bowl of whipped cream, freshly cut grass on a warm summer day.

Cheshire Cat (BPAL) — Grapefruit, red currant, dark musk, Roman chamomile, delphinium, and lavender.

Lavender Sugar Cookie (Fable & Canon) — Soft, sweet lavender and rich vanilla folded into buttery sugar cookies.

Lofty Castle (Luvmilk) — Candied lavender, fresh honey, puffs of cotton candy, and raw sugar.

Neige Leblanche

Sit For a Spell (Sorce) — Salted cantaloupe, a light drizzle of wild rosemary honey, fresh spring air, ambrette seed, and winding honeysuckle vines

Lost in the Wood (Crow & Pebble) — A thicket of mossy silver birch, bluebell flowers and violet leaves crushed underfoot, with apple blossoms and elderflower blooming overhead.

Meadowmoss (Pineward) — Oakmoss, alpine sandwort, wild grass, green wheat, orange blossom, fir balsam, tomato leaf, azure bluet, mountain wildflowers.

Angelic (Lovesick Witchery) — Notes of sparkling yuzu soda, white tea leaves, mint, apple blossom, white sage, cedarwood, and angelic musk.

Good (BPAL) — Shimmering celestial musk with vanilla, white honey, acacia, and sugar cane.

Book 7 Characters —

Baul Zigvolt

The Faerie Knight (Wild Hybrid) — Tuberose, aged leather, helichrysum, cassie absolute, apricot, ethereal musk and tangled greenery.

Chevalier Vert (Olympic Orchids) — Citrus, rhubarb, tomato leaf, armoise, violet leaf, violet, orris, and peony, Sichuan pepper, and soft woods.

Luna (Laurel & June) — Crystal white amber, night blooming jasmine and lotus flowers; heather, fig blossoms, cool night rain

Stratus (Osmofolia) — Broken stems, ambergris, bitter galbanum, silvery osmanthus, wet stones, damp soil, glimpses of cherry blossom buds, and never-ending fog.

After the Night's Shade (Mythpunk Olfactive) — Earl grey (bergamot, black tea), 'blue' Spanish lavender, golden amber, osmanthus, rosewood, sandalwood, tonka bean, vetiver (Bourbon), aged patchouli, opoponax 216, pure oakmoss, and pine tree moss

Dawn Knight

Forest Prince (Luvmilk) — A woodsy clean scented blend of cedarwood, moss, hyacinth, sandalwood, and subtle musk.

Paladin (BPAL) — Immaculate white musk, sweet frankincense, bourbon vanilla, white leather, and shining armor.

Iron & Oak (Redwood Alchemy) — Oakmoss, Cashmere Wood, Iron, Lily of the Valley, Spice

Lost Epitaph (Mythpunk Olfactive) — Briar rose, narcissus, creeping ivy, crumbling headstones, cemetery rain

Apparition (Hexennacht) — Spectral amber, alabaster vanilla, bone-white woods.

Maleanor Draconia

Dragon Princess (Crow & Pebble) — Ocean waves, gifts of pink peony, waterlily blooms and ripe tangerines, underpinned by deep red amber and dragonsblood incense.

What's Inside a Girl (Sugar & Spite) — Smoldering embers, honey, clove, and wildflowers

Draconic Resilience (Nui Cobalt) — A stalwart spell for strength and reinforcement. Glowing embers of cedarwood, oudh, and mahogany, supple leather, copaiba balsam, vermillion musk, and heat.

Love is Lost (Sugar & Spite) — Dark plum, black vanilla, nag champa, indian sandalwood, cashmere, red patchouli, and smoky embers

She Was the Storm (Death & Floral) — Black hemlock, driftwood, hay absolute, dreamy sandalwood, spiced oudh, dried fruits, dead leaves

Event Characters —

Dylla Spade

Tulips and Chimneys (Alkemia) — An urban springtime of rainy aldehydes, wet asphalt, industrial steam engines, farmer's market bouquets of fresh tulips, Toulouse violets, mint pastels, and a warm touch of clove viburnum.

Odette (Haus of Gloi) — Clean sun dried linens, tuberose, ginger lily and white musk.

Meadow Nymph (Morari) — Wildflower Accord, Green Apple, Dew-Laden Grass, Lemon Peel

Night of Folly (The Strange South) — Exhaust, floral musk, and a Zulu coconut.

Street Racer (Cirrus Parfum) — Cherry bubblegum, leather car interior, newly laid rubber, hot tarmac, a tinge of anxiety

Eliza (The Ghost Bride)

Dance With Me (Possets) — Refreshing and refined at once. A superb coumarin-laced lavender combines with fizzy pink grapefruit, and it all rests on a bed of white musk.

Scenes From a Marriage (The Strange South) — A single violet rose, apple, champa flower, ylang-ylang, chipped paint, and dusty old picture frames.

Midnight Wedding (Sorce) — Bergamot, oud, patchouli, sandalwood, tonka bean, Ambroxan

Dead & Lovely (Pierrot Perfumery) — A flowery blend of jasmine, wisteria, lilies, corpse flower, and casket silk.

Forever As Now (Sugar & Spite) — Lavender, Tonka, French vanilla, sandalwood, Egyptian musk

Eric Venue

Private Eye (Solstice Scents) — Natural Blend of Cocoa, Myrrh, Pink Pepper, Black Pepper, Tonka, Buddha Wood, Tobacco, Coffee, Guiacwood & More

Invocation (Sugar & Spite) — Spiced brandy, toasted praline, pistachio and walnut, oak, mahogany, palm Santo and patchouli

World Famous For 15 Minutes (Death & Floral) — Sweet tobacco and vanilla, blended with a hint of violet and gin

Black Iris (Alkemia) — Royal purple iris and Queen Elizabeth orris root pillowed in a soft nimbostratus raincloud.

Sassy (Hexennacht) — glossy magazine pages infused with a wafting fusion of 90's scent strip samples. IYKYK.

Fellow Honest

Carnival of Illustrious Hearts (Alkemia) — A glitteringly gourmet gala of French sugarcreams, candied orange blossoms, raspberry cotton candy, rosewater torte filling, and Bourbon vanilla amber.

Mischief Master (Crow & Pebble) — A heart of carnation, orange blossom and rock rose atop a base of oakmoss and musk, topped with a burst of fresh, sweet orange and aromatic saffron.

Shadow Touched (Nui Cobalt) — A dusky philtre for stealth and sleight of hand. Black vanilla, unsweetened chai, antique myrrh, Omani musk, rich pipe tobacco, agarwood, and unrefined cashmere.

Lament of the Midway (Lovesick Witchery) — Notes of spilled cherry slush, bubblegum, black licorice, hay, dead grass, motor oil, cement and corn husks.

Widowmaker (Siren Song Elixirs) — Mirabelle plums, dark ripe fruit, black vanilla, gunpowder, black suede, hint of cotton candy

Gidel

Bubble Pop (Death & Floral) — Bright pink bubble gum, spiced apricots, lemon rind and bitter orange peel, red berries + bergamot.

Star Circus (Luvmilk) — Rich, creamy vanilla and blueberry.

Night Carnival (Lovesick Witchery) — Notes of funnel cakes, whipped cream, and a dusting of sugar sprinkles.

A Whiff of Wafflecone (Imaginary Authors) — Fragrance Notes: Vanilla, Salted Caramel, Saigon Cinnamon, Heavy Cream, Sandalwood, Orgeat, Scoop Shop

Boardwalk Sideshow (Birch & Besom) — Salty sea air, bright orchids, mint limeade, white musk, jasmine

Kifaji

Archipelago (Haus of Gloi) — Golden fruits from across the seas. Toasted coconut, kola nuts, tamarind and jackfruit - all warmed with a light dusting of brown sugar.

Helios (Osmofolia) — Honey, heliotrope, chamomile, lemon, mango, and white amber.

Alibi (Cirrus Parfum) — passionfruit, orange blossom, guava, strawberry yuzu lemonade, and a dash of coconut cream over a rosewood base.

Sun Gold (Laurel & June) — White amber, banana milk and honey

Sent From Heaven (Laurel & June) — Hibiscus blooms, rice flower, shea, faint bit of smoke, white amber

Marja Felmier

Villa Diodati (Poesie) — Pungent wild rosemary, fresh balsam pine, crystal clear lakewater, dry, and dark vanilla

Snowshoe Hare (Nui Cobalt) — Nutmeg and tonka bean nuzzle up against fluffy marshmallow, cottonflower, white suede, clove bud, cashmere, and a trace of carrot seed.

Winter's Lament (Deep Midnight) — Crackling Firewood, Cassis, Apple, Spruce, Balsam, Citrus, Dark Tea, Pinecones, and Sugar Crystals

Grandma's Best Friend (Deep Midnight) — Iris, Sandalwood, Heliotrope, Musk, Apple, Citron, Jasmine, Cedar

Orchard Brew (Lovesick Witchery) — Notes of candied apples, mulling spices, caramel apple cider, and dark amber.

Najma Viper

Cipher (Stone & Wit) — Lime, jasmine, spices, oud (black agar) accord, raspberry

Good Omen (Sugar & Spite) — Jasmine, pineapple, green apple, tart grapefruit, musk and sandalwood

Titania (Poesie) — Blonde woods, sparkling bergamot, orange creamsicle, magnolia, and stargazer lily

Pink Lipstick (Lovesick Witchery) — Notes of orange cream pops, sugar, vanilla bean, heliotrope, oats, pink velvet, whipped tonka, gilded amber, and fluffy pink musk.

Sitting On the Edge of a Cloud (Sorce) — Mandarin orange, pink grapefruit, cotton candy, coconut water, amyris wood, sandalwood, palo santo, ambrette, tonka bean

Rollo Flamme

C'est Noel (Sorce) — Coffee, freshly baked cinnamon bread, roasted chestnuts, blown out candles, lingering church incense, and softly falling snow

En Repos (Sugar & Spite) — A mélange of melancholy, indeed. Beeswax candles, church incense, pale musk, amber resin and funeral flowers.

A Midnight Dreary (Wylde Ivy) — Notes of scattered coffee grounds, cedar smoke, rum, well aged leather, black vanilla, singed tonka, dripping wax, with a touch of spiced amber and fireplace embers.

Cathedral (BPAL) — Venerable and solemn: the scent of incense smoke wafting through an ancient church. A true ecclesiatical blend of pure resins.

Dance of Death (BPAL) — Dry, bone-white orris, black musk, serpentine patchouli and our murkiest myrrh.

Skully J. Graves

Not Dead, But Arisen (Fantome) — Freshly turned grave soil and spring greenery lie beneath uplifting orange and crisp yuzu.

Cemetery Tour (The Strange South) — Osmanthus, crumbling stone, brick dust, moss, and graveyard dirt.

Lacrimosa (Sugar & Spite) — Blonde woods, heliotrope, a bouquet of dried, dusty flowers tied with tattered velvet ribbon, bone-white birch, guaiac wood, tears, and a pinch of graveyard dirt

Cemetery Soirée (Nui Cobalt) — A celebration of life in the presence of Death. Mossy stone walls, lanterns aglow, steam from a cauldron of hot spiced cider, funeral flowers catching rain from crimson leaves above.

Merry Halloween (CocoaPink) — The Pumpkin King comes to Christmas Town! A festive clash of holidays. Sweet pumpkin, salted caramel apples, candy corn, and night woodsmoke meets snowy mounds of vanilla ice-cream; wild pinyon pine, black spruce needles, cranberries and candied orange peel.

Website Links —

Alkemia

Amorphous

Andromeda's Curse

Birch & Besom

Black Hearted Tart

BPAL

Cirrus Parfum

CocoaPink

Crow & Pebble

Death & Floral

Deconstructing Eden

Deep Midnight

DSH

Fable & Canon

Fantome

Fyrinnae

Haus of Gloi

Hexennacht

Imaginary Authors

Laurel & June

Lovesick Witchery

Luvmilk

Morari

Mythpunk Olfactive

Nui Cobalt

Olympic Orchids

Osmofolia

Pierrot Perfumery

Pineward

Poesie

Possets

Pulp Fragrance

Red River Apothecary

Redwood Alchemy

Siren Song Elixirs

Solstice Scents

Sorce

Stone & Wit

Sugar & Spite

Sunsphere Scents

The Eyes Are Always There

The Strange South

Wild Hybrid

Wylde Ivy

[joelmillerswife9]

Baby Girl ❄️🎀

Summary: I’m going insane hearing Joel say baby girl, and had to write a one shot Jackson love story as his girlfriend. Joel comes home from a night of patrol. Freezing from the Jackson winter, you help him get warmed up.

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Kissing, love making, PandV, pet names (Baby Girl, Honey, Baby), Riding, Age gap (reader is 30 Joel is 60), Joel loves your breasts.

As always, I hope you all enjoy it and I’m so thankful for the read❤️❤️❤️ Enjoy ✨

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Gazing out the foggy kitchen window, snow dances in the Jackson night sky. It whips from the left.. then to the right..until it floats gently down onto the rock solid soil. It delicately covers the ground like a fluffy blanket. Most people in Jackson dreaded the winter time, but you enjoyed it. You loved the refreshing crisp air that at times took your breath away. You loved sledding and making snowmen that brought back nostalgia from your childhood. You loved how the sun reflected off of the snow covered mountains in the distance, making the crumbling world around you nonexistent; even if it was just for five minutes. For you, winter was therapeutic. But what you yearned for most about the season was nuzzling up on the couch or drowning in a swarm of blankets in bed with the most handsome man in town. The love of your life, Joel Miller. Not even the Jackson mountains could hold a candle to that man; his beauty resembled a unique warmth that nobody else saw nor could understand.

He warmed your skin with the gentle touch of his calloused broad hands. How they never failed to make you quiver when you sensed them gliding along your tummy or rubbing your back.

He warmed your heart with one glare from those chocolate almond shaped eyes. For a man who had experienced so much heartbreak, his eyes were soft and sweet. At least for you. And the way they curved when he would sport the tiniest smirk.. Lord have mercy.

He warmed your sweet cunny with his lucious mouth. His soft lips trailing kisses and suckles around your sweet spots making you gasp his name involuntarily. His wicked tongue circulated a warm sensation around your delicate pearl until your honeyed juices spilled into his mouth making him moan in satisfaction.

When you are with Joel, the world is warm and safe. He’s everything to you. He’s love. He’s truth. He’s home. He’s yours.

Still standing at the kitchen counter watching the snow, you bring the chipped coffee mug to your lips savoring the decadent taste of hot cocoa. Flashbacks set into your mind about the day Joel brought home a box of hot chocolate packets from his patrol duty. You shrieked in joy like a child who had just been given a new toy on Christmas morning. You thanked him for weeks.

Hugging Joel’s flannel that wraps around your body, you turn around to look at the clock: 9:30pm. He should be home in half an hour from patrol with Tommy and Dina. That was always the best part of the day, Joel coming home. Like clockwork, he’d open the front door and his eyes lit up seeing you with your hair in a messy bun modeling his oversized shirt on your tiny body. Embracing you in a hug, you’d inhale his scent, a mix of cologne and musk, that stuck to him from hours of being outside. You’d stand in the middle of the hallway wrapped in each other's arms for what felt like hours. When Joel was home, you never wanted to let him go. You never wanted to look away from him.

You gasp at the sound of the lock clicking. Setting your mug on the counter, you scurry to the front door. And there he was, his heavy black winter jacket covered in patches of snow. Speckles of white dust clung to his beard, curls, and eyebrows. His body shivered as he stripped off his jacket and snow gloves.

“Holy shit” Joel mutters rubbing his hands together, trying to get blood flow back into his palms. Ignoring the pain from the cold temperature, Joel looks in your direction and smiles.

“Hey, baby girl”

Your face gleams running in his direction. Playfully jumping into his arms, you embrace in a kiss. Joel’s hands are like ice blocks gripping at your thighs, his touch makes your jolt.

“Ohh honey, you’re freezing”

Your hands cup his face hoping that your heat exudes onto his skin. His eyes are black as night and his skin is dark red from the below freezing wind whipping his face. His teeth chatter behind his lips.

“Yeah, Tommy cut patrol early. If we spent another 5 minutes outside we would’ve frozen to death” Joel explains. The pain in his voice is breaking your heart. Your foreheads kiss and your curves grip tighter around his torso.

“I can make you some hot cocoa to warm you up”

He smiles at your sweet request, “You’re always taking care of me, baby girl. But, I’d rather go upstairs. I’m exhausted from the long day”

You kiss his cold lips and Joel releases you back onto the hardwood floor. Holding hands, you lead the way to your bedroom. Opening the door, the king size bed awaits; another day is over. You go to the bathroom to brush your teeth and Joel sits on the bed trying to get his barring. He watches you from afar and wonders what a young vibrant soul like yourself sees in this broken down old man. You could have any guy in Jackson, and you picked him. Whatever he did to make you smitten over him, Joel knows he wouldn’t want to go through life without you.

You walk out of the bathroom and glance at Joel sitting on the bed in his boxer briefs unbuttoning his dark green shirt. You whistle at him, “Ooh peep show”

Joel blushes. “Stop it” he chuckles. You know he’s flattered, but you drop it. Waltzing over to him, you place your hands on his cold shoulders and straddle his lap. Sporting a devilish grin, the flannel strips off of your body exposing your chest. Joel’s eye widen and his mouth waters at the sight of your perfectly round breasts. He loves everything about you, but if there’s anything that drives Joel crazy, it’s your voluptuous tits.

“What are ya doin, baby girl?” Joel questions as you glide his shirt off of his broad body. Snaking your hands around his neck, Joel’s cold hands coast along your back making you tremble.

“Gotta make sure you warm up. You know, skin to skin contact is the best way to do so”

“Is that so?” He mocks.

“Didn’t you pay attention in school, Mr. Miller?”

He scoffs and tangles his fingers into your smooth curls. “I think I need you to come a little closer”

Joel pulls you closer, having your breasts hug his chest. The feeling of your warm soft skin on his tired bones ignites a fire in his tummy that travels down to his nether regions. Bringing his mouth to yours, Joel becomes intoxicated by your touch. He moans in desperation for more of you. Trailing from your lips to the nape of your neck Joel whispers along your skin, “Let’s go to bed, babygirl”

A pathetic, “Okay” heaves from your lips. Joel’s arms wrap around your torso and he lays you down on the bed. The sheets rustle on the mattress as he maneuvers you both to the middle of the bed; his strong figure dips into the cushion. Pulling the covers over the two of you, he makes sure your head lays comfortably on the fluffy sea of pillows.

“Joel” you whimper as his calloused hands strip the cotton panties down your thighs. He plants little kisses on your bruised knees from last week's nasty tumble during patrol.

“Are you okay, baby girl?”

You nod your head in approval. Hovering over you, Joel kisses along your collarbone making you hungry for more of his touch. One hand clenches his gray curls while the other explores his muscular back.

“Looks like you’re starting to warm up, Joel” you joke glancing down at his rock solid cock.

“It’s all because of you. Look what you do to me, baby girl. Got me all excited to feel that sweet pussy soak my cock” Joel praises.

Joel pins one of your delicate legs over his shoulder, he grabs his hard shaft and glides it along your sensitive cunny. You gasp at Joel’s man hood rubbing up against your folds. “Please, Joel. Let me take care of you. I need you”

With that, Joel glides his cock inside of you. He grunts from your tightness and your back arches from the intoxicating pleasure building up in your tummy.

“Joel!!” You shriek raking your nails into his shoulders and back. Adjusting to his size, you bite your lip fighting the urge to not climax quickly.

“Ooo, baby girl. You’re perfect. So warm.. so damn warm” he praises rolling his hips into you. Legs wrapped around each other, hands gripping each other's flesh, feeling every muscle in his back flex from his deep thrusts, sweet gasps and groans echoing around the space; you share your warmth with him. You’re feeding each other's bodies with pleasure and ecstasy.

“God, Joel. You feel so good.. I.. don’t stop” you beg him.

Joel dips down to hush you with his lips. Between kisses, Joel growls, “Get on top, baby girl. I wanna feel her ride me till she’s creaming on my cock”

Joel rolls you on top of him and your curvaceous body towers over him. He loves when you take control. Adjusting yourself on Joel’s thick cock, every inch of him drowns in your drenched cunny making you gasp. Joel’s hands grasp your thighs and you slowly start rolling your hips. Getting into rhythm, you start grinding and thrusting harder on his shaft.

“God..” you whisper, throwing your head back feeling every part of Joel. Placing your hands on his chest, sweet songs of ecstasy escape your lips.

“Mmm just like that… you’re doing so good. My baby girl.. You’re my sweet baby girl”

“Yes.. Yes.. YES!” whimpering from the overwhelming pleasure.

You look down to see Joel sink deeper into the pillow, his eyes rolling back, his hands steady on your thighs. His fingers slither up your sternum to your breasts. Cupping them and gliding his thumb along your nipple, he watches you bite your lip as the buds grow hard from his touch. Your hands overlap on his and he gives a light squeeze.

Joel sits up and he buries his face in between your chests. Kneading and kissing your tender flesh, his mouth grazes along your nipple. You moan in encouragement as the sensitive bud disappears into his warm mouth. Your hands tangle in his gray curls, keeping him right where he is and hoping to God he doesn’t stop.

“Joel… I’m… ohh god” you can’t make words but from the arch of your back and your hands gripping tight around him, he knows your climax is heating up, and so is his.

“Baby girl.. ooo baby girl… what did I do to deserve you?” He pants. You continue riding him, thrusting deeper and slower into his flesh. He hugs you close to him, making it seem like you are one body and soul.

“You’ve brought me back to life, baby. You have no idea what you do to me. What this gorgeous body does to me. Mmmm I love you, honey. Thank you for bringing me back to life”. He whimpers your name over and over as he’s reaching the peak of his high.

“Fuck, baby girl… baby girl… baby!!” And with that, Joel loses himself. His warm seed seeping into your tight cunny, warming and filling your walls. Joel grunts from his intense release.

His strong orgasm is enough for your climax to pour over you like a waterfall. If there’s anything Joel loves to watch, it’s making you come. The way your body spasms from the overpowering excitement, the way your eyes roll back and your mouth parts in a beautiful “O” shape. And it’s all because of him and what he does to you.

“Let go, babygirl,” he whispers in your ear.

“Thank you, Joel” you breathlessly praise.

After you both come back down from your high, Joel exhales and rests his head on your bosom. Your nails gently glide along his face and you kiss the scar on his temple. His hands never leave your body. Your bodies never break contact. Basking in the afterglow of love making, Joel palms your face and kisses your mouth.

“I love you, baby girl”

“I love you, Joel Miller”

You lean back onto the mattress with Joel laying on top of you. Gently caressing his curls, it doesn’t take long for him to fall asleep. But you don’t close your eyes. You listen to his soft slumber breaths and gaze out the window watching the snowfall. His skin rests nice and warm on your naked body. You love taking care of Joel. He always praises you for taking care of him, but it’s really you that needs Joel more than anything. His love. His body. His warmth. He’s your only way of survival.

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Tagging my hunnies: @baronessvonglitter @jazzy11scorpio @pascalispunkczechia @joeldarling @mani-pedro @tateypots @deaneatspie @littledes1re @foreveratlantica-blog @toomanystoriessolittletime @pedropascallvr

[cailinsblog]

Mistletoe Magic-Luke hughes

Luke hughes x reader

Masterlist

Snow fell softly in the small New Jersey town, blanketing the streets and trees in a sparkling layer of white. The air was crisp, and the smell of pine lingered from the Christmas trees lining the shop windows. Luke Hughes and his girlfriend, Y/N, had decided it was the perfect day for a winter stroll, wrapped up in warm coats and scarves, ready to enjoy the festive charm of the season.

Y/N adjusted her knitted hat, pulling it snug over her ears as she looked up at Luke, who was grinning down at her, his cheeks already rosy from the cold. "You look cozy," Luke teased, tugging gently on her scarf. "Are you sure you're not going to overheat?"

Y/N laughed, her breath forming little clouds in the cold air. "Says the guy who's always freezing," she shot back. "If anything, you'll be begging to borrow my scarf by the time we’re done."

Luke chuckled, sliding his gloved hand into hers as they began their walk down the snow-dusted path. The town looked like a scene straight out of a Christmas movie—twinkling lights strung between lamp posts, wreaths hanging on every door, and a light dusting of snow covering everything in sight. It was magical.

They wandered past the ice rink where families skated hand in hand, stopping briefly to watch as children giggled and stumbled on the ice. Y/N smiled, leaning into Luke. "Doesn't this just make you feel like a kid again?" she asked softly, her eyes sparkling as she took in the scene.

Luke nodded, his gaze fixed on her. "Yeah," he said, his voice warm. "But honestly, I think being with you makes everything feel more magical."

Y/N blushed, nudging him playfully. "You're such a sap."

He grinned, squeezing her hand. "Only for you."

As they continued their walk, they came across a small market set up in the town square. Booths were lined with handmade ornaments, holiday treats, and steaming cups of hot cocoa. The smell of cinnamon and roasted chestnuts filled the air, and Y/N couldn’t help but stop at a stand selling festive cookies.

“Want one?” she asked, holding up a snowflake-shaped sugar cookie dusted with glittery icing.

Luke nodded, but before she could pay, he quickly pulled out his wallet. “I’ve got it,” he said, handing the vendor a few bills.

“Such a gentleman,” Y/N teased, taking a bite of the cookie and holding it up to Luke for him to taste. He leaned in, taking a bite and grinning as the sweetness hit his tongue.

"Not bad," he said, licking a stray crumb from his lip. "But I know something that’ll taste even better."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? What’s that?"

Luke smirked but didn’t answer, instead tugging her gently toward a nearby booth selling hot chocolate. They each ordered a cup, topped with whipped cream and tiny marshmallows. The warmth of the drink seeped through their gloves as they stood together, sipping and watching the snow continue to fall.

“This is perfect,” Y/N murmured, leaning against Luke as they shared a quiet moment. The world around them seemed to fade, leaving just the two of them in their little bubble of happiness.

Luke glanced up, his eyes lighting up as he noticed something hanging from a nearby tree. “Hey,” he said, nudging Y/N. “Come here for a second.”

She followed his gaze, her brow furrowing slightly as she tried to figure out what he was looking at. When they reached the spot, Luke stopped and pointed up. “Look.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she saw the sprig of mistletoe hanging above them, tied with a festive red ribbon. She laughed softly, looking back at Luke. “Did you plan this?” she asked, her tone teasing.

Luke grinned, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink—not just from the cold. “Maybe,” he admitted, stepping closer to her. “But if I did, would you really mind?”

Y/N shook her head, her heart fluttering as she looked up into his warm, brown eyes. “Not one bit.”

Luke didn’t waste another second. He leaned in, his hands gently cradling her face as he pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was soft and sweet, the kind that made the world around them melt away. The snow continued to fall, landing softly on their hair and shoulders, but neither of them noticed. All that mattered was the moment they were sharing.

When they finally pulled away, Y/N smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling with happiness. “That was pretty perfect,” she said softly.

Luke chuckled, brushing a stray flake of snow from her cheek. “I’ve been waiting for the right moment all day,” he admitted. “And I couldn’t let a mistletoe moment pass us by.”

“Well,” Y/N said, looping her arms around his neck, “I’m glad you didn’t.”

They stood there for a while longer, basking in the magic of the moment before deciding to head back to the warmth of their home. As they walked hand in hand, Luke couldn’t help but steal glances at Y/N, his heart swelling with love.

Later that evening, they curled up on the couch with a blanket draped over them, the soft glow of the Christmas tree lighting up the room. Y/N rested her head on Luke’s chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his sweater.

“You know,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, “today might just be my favorite day ever.”

Luke smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Mine too,” he said. “And there’s plenty more where that came from.”

With the snow still falling outside and the warmth of their love filling the room, it was clear that this was just the beginning of a holiday season they’d never forget.

Tags: @mialikeshockey

[yanderecrazysie]

Twisted Zoo Chapter Seven

This is based on the stories of a keeper reader with the octotrio by @ashensgrotto and @merakiui .

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Summary: You’re a brand new zookeeper at The Halfling Zoo- a place where half-animals live in captivity. Your job is simple- feed them and study them. Your main worry is that one of the more dangerous halflings might kill you. 

Unfortunately, that may become the least of your worries.

WARNINGS: none

Previous Part: Chapter Six

Next Part: Chapter Eight

Note: All characters are aged up, since there will be mature themes in future parts.

Also, I can’t promise I’ll finish this. I suck at finishing stories.

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You balanced the boxes of donuts in one hand while you pulled open the door to the savannah exhibit open. Then, you slid inside, happily carrying the boxes through the heated exhibit. The heat was already causing beads of sweat to appear on your brow, so you made sure to hurry.

The hyenas were where they were the other day, by the waterfront, chatting animatedly between each other. At least, they were until Ruggie yelled “Hey!” and, in a storm of dust, raced over to meet you.

Ruggie stood in front of you, eyes gleaming, no signs of being afraid of you anymore, “You brought donuts!”

“Yes, I did promise you that I would!” you said with a laugh.

Ruggie wrapped his arms around you and placed his head on your stomach in a strange hug. You couldn’t really hug back with the donuts in your arms, but it made you smile all the same.

“What kind do you want?” you asked, opening the top box. Ruggie snatched up a chocolate frosted donut with rainbow sprinkles and plopped himself down on the dry grass below, chowing down on the donut without leaving time to breathe between bites.

“Slow down, Ruggie, you’re gonna choke,” you laughed, motioning for him to calm down. Ruggie looked up at you with a mouth full of donut and he looked so innocent you couldn’t help but melt a little. 

He tried to say something, but it was muffled by the chocolate in his mouth. He seemed to realize you couldn’t understand him, so he chewed, swallowed, and said, “All for me?”

“Nooo, everyone gets a donut,” you laughed, “You are not eating 36 donuts on your own.”

Ruggie pouted and continued to chomp on the rest of his donut. The other hyenas came up and each took their own donut. Once they were all finished, you picked up another chocolate sprinkled donut and handed it to Ruggie, “One for the road, hon.”

“Road? Hon?” Ruggie was confused, tilting his head at you as he tried to understand.

“It’s a phrase and a nickname,” you said, patting Ruggie’s fluffy hair gently, “Don’t worry about it.”

Ruggie leaned into your touch as he scarfed down the new donut. You waved goodbye to the hyenas, who all hesitantly gave you a little wave back, before heading across the savannah to the far end, where the lions laid.

“Hey guys!” you yelled, “Who wants donuts?”

No response. Oh well, you were used to that.

“Hey Leona, which donut would you like?” you asked the king of the savannah.

“I eat meat, not sweets,” he replied coldly.

��Have you ever had one before?” you asked coyly, “Or are you just trying to avoid me?”

Leona’s jaw hardened and, after a moment of glaring at you, he held out one hand with claws extended, “Give me a donut.”

“You have to pick which kind,” you explained, “There’s too many flavors.”

Leona growled, but he allowed you to open the box and show off its contents to him. Leona reached for a powder sugar donut and gasped in surprise when he saw his fingertips, “This donut! Its white covering sticks to your paws!”

You tried not to laugh, “Yeah, powder sugar gets everywhere, but it’s really good.”

Leona raised the donut to his mouth hesitantly. You smiled encouragingly and he tentatively took a bite. His eyes fluttered closed at the sweetness and he let out a pleased hum.

“Still don’t like sweets?” you teased.

“You were right, herbivore,” Leona conceded.

The lion halfling sat up on the rock and called out to the other lions, “Take one donut each! Do not be tempted to take more just because of their sweet flavor.”

“Thanks, Leona” you said, turning the box so the other lions could see. One by one, they each took a donut.

You watched them eat (and Leona lick powdered sugar off of his claws) for a while before you realized the sun was starting to go down. You bid them goodbye, not realizing that Leona’s eyes followed you until you were out of sight, licking his lips both from the powdered sugar and the predatory instincts he felt around you.

You finally left the hot savannah and headed for the wolf exhibit. A little girl came up to you and asked if she could have a donut. “Of course you can!” you said cheerfully, letting her pick from the leftovers.

From his perch not far away, Leona’s eyes narrowed, one thought going through his head until you disappeared into the wolf exhibit. You would make a good mother.

Unaware of Leona’s dark thoughts, you walked through the wolf exhibit. You barely made it a few feet when the wolves popped out from their places behind the trees.

“What do you want with us?” one of the wolves snarled, “You keep returning!”

“I’m a researcher,” you explained calmly, “I have to come back, that’s my job.”

“What’s that you’ve got there?” another wolf demanded to know.

“Donuts!” you said happily, opening up the box and showing it to the halflings. Disgusted, they backed away into the shadows without another word. You sat down on a tree stump, disappointed by their reaction.

“Donuts,” a gruff voice said. You instantly brightened when you realized Jack had stuck around.

“Yes, would you like one?” you asked. He nodded and sat down in the grass next to you, taking a random donut from the box without really looking. His eyes lit up at the flavor and he began devouring it like a man starved.

Pretty soon the both of you decided to split the remaining dozen. You both chowed down and, by the time it was over, you felt like your stomach may burst. Even so, you and Jack smiled at each other.

“Frosting,” Jack said, shyly reaching out his thumb to brush away some crumbs on your lips. He leaned in close and, for a moment, you thought he was about to kiss you. Instead, he nuzzled your cheek affectionately. You wondered if he could feel the heat radiating from it.

Jack placed a gentle kiss on your temple and your face grew even warmer. “I… um… I should probably get going.”

It wasn’t just an excuse- it really was getting dark outside. Jack backed away with a nod and escorted you to the exhibit door. You gave him a pat on the head and he melted into the action, sighing softly at the feeling of your hand on his white hair.

Then, without further ado, you headed on home to write your notes out. A special about lions was playing on TV.

“When a female is in heat, she will mate with a male from any pride, and they will stay together for three or four days. During this time, they will mate every 20–30 minutes, with up to 50 copulations per 24 hours.”

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered, “That’s crazy. I’m glad I’m not a lion.”

[juuuulez]

🍂 | bearblr promptober #13: hot cocoa + baking, carmen berzatto.

he’s so baby girl….little meow meow.

i need to place him into a glass box and keep him

on my shelf…….

-> prompt/kinktober masterlist <-

you swatted carmy’s hands away, both of them attempting to grab your wrists, his palms big and thick where they encircle flour-dusted skin.

“hey, off.” you scold him, “i’m serious, i know what i’m doing.”

carmy is pressed in from behind, caging you against the kitchen counter. the bread has just been tipped from an oiled boil, doughy and sticky, ready to be pressed into shape.

“jus’ think you’re kneedin’ it too much.” carmy mumbles, leaning over your shoulder to peer at this afternoons project. at this point, you’d manage to wrangle out of his grip, hands already on the dough again.

you roll your eyes, “have you made this before?”

and carmy huffs behind you, not finding the remark very amusing. after a moment, he answers, slightly sheepish.

“no..”

“exactly, so hands off. drink your drink.” you tell him, nudging his hips with your butt. it earns you a fond squeeze before carmen finally backs off, coming to stand on the other side of the bench.

he takes a long swig of the hot chocolate, getting whipped cream on his upper lip, that he wipes off and licks from his thumb. it’s laced with a healthy dose of cinnamon whiskey, just enough to get a buzz going.

carmy puts his down, finding your mug, and brings it carefully up in front of your face. you take an obedient sip as he holds the beverage steady, before it’s lowered to the bench again.

there’s a grin forming on his face, which makes yours scrunch up. “c’mon,” you complain. “i’m covered in flour, y’gotta give me a hand.”

a similar foam-moustache has left its remains on your lip, and with flour and dough all over your hands and forearms, there isn’t much that can be done about it.

“dunno,” carmy muses. “looks cute.”

once more, you roll your eyes, but your face flushes pink regardless.

thankfully your boyfriend relents, and carmy leans forward over the bench to place his lips over your own. the kiss is tender, tinged with the sweetness of chocolate and the warmth of whiskey. a pleasant change to the usual taste carmy carries around: cigarettes and mint.

his mouth moved against yours smoothly, practised, letting his lips cover your own. it removes the stain of whipped cream, and when carmy retreats, he leaves one more peck for good measure.

[gpcwsl]

Warnings: short, not read through, clumsy Less.

Alessia Russo x Reader: hot chocolate massacre.

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The kitchen was a cozy mess. Snow dusted the windowsills outside, but inside, the warm scent of chocolate and cinnamon filled the air. Alessia Russo and Y/n were huddled together at the counter, attempting to make the perfect cup of hot chocolate. “Attempting” being the key word.

Alessia had insisted on making it herself, brushing off Y/n’s offers to help. “Relax,” she’d said confidently, her blonde hair tied back in a loose ponytail. “How hard can it be?”

That was 15 minutes ago. Now, Y/n stood back, arms crossed, trying to stifle their laughter as Alessia fumbled with a bag of marshmallows. A few had already fallen onto the floor, and somehow, cocoa powder had ended up smeared across her cheek.

“You sure you’ve got this?” Y/n teased, leaning against the counter. “Because so far, it’s looking like a disaster.”

Alessia turned to them, mock offense in her eyes. “I’m perfectly capable, thank you very much.” She reached for the pot of milk on the stove, which was starting to bubble. “See? Almost done.”

Just as she spoke, the pot hissed loudly, and the milk boiled over, spilling onto the stove. Alessia yelped, scrambling to grab a cloth. “Okay, minor setback!” she declared, her cheeks flushing.

Y/n couldn’t hold back their laughter any longer. “Minor? You’ve got marshmallows on the floor, cocoa powder everywhere, and now you’ve boiled the milk. Are we sure hot chocolate is your calling?”

Alessia shot them a playful glare. “It’s under control. Watch and learn.”

With a dramatic flourish, she grabbed a jar of chocolate syrup to add to the mugs. Unfortunately, the lid wasn’t screwed on properly, and as she tipped it, a thick stream of syrup splattered across the counter—and onto her sweater.

“Oh, for crying out loud,” Alessia groaned, staring down at the mess. “This is not my fault. The lid was loose!”

Y/n was doubled over, tears of laughter streaming down their face. “Sure, blame the lid. Not your clumsy self.”

Alessia huffed but couldn’t stop the grin tugging at her lips. “Alright, genius, if you think you can do better, why don’t you finish it?”

Y/n stepped forward, still laughing, and gently wiped the smudge of cocoa powder from her cheek. “I think you’ve done enough damage for one day,” they said, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead.

Alessia leaned into the touch, her frustration melting away. “Fine, but only because I don’t want to ruin Christmas with my… genius ideas.”

Y/n quickly salvaged the situation, cleaning up the mess and finishing the hot chocolates while Alessia perched on a stool, watching with an embarrassed but amused expression. When Y/n handed her a finished mug, they smirked.

“See? Not that hard.”

Alessia rolled her eyes but grinned, taking a sip. “Tastes better when I make it, though.”

Y/n laughed, settling beside her. “Sure it does, Less. Sure it does.”

Despite the chaos, the laughter, warmth, and the sweetness of the moment made it the perfect Christmas memory.

[autumnywinter]

can you pretty pls do more yandere elliot?

I hope this is good! I don't know if it's obvious or not, but he's my favorite character to write for.

Yandere!Elliott x Reader

Tags: Stalking, manipulation, mentioned blackmail, gender neutral reader

From the day you and Elliott met, you had become pretty close. Moving made it pretty hard to befriend anyone, especially due to your schedule, but Elliott seemed always available for you, always nearby and ready for a conversation. You and him had practically became best friends within the first few months of knowing each other. Elliott was a sweet guy, one that you cherished as a good friend.

Over the time you had moved, you had been trying to get back into dating. Elliott was supportive, and was always there to cry on when you were inevitably ghosted or dumped after one date.

This one really hurt, however. You were really into this person you had a date with, just for them to never speak again after the second date.

You turned to the one person you felt like would always be there for you. Elliott. You knocked on the door of his cabin, trying not to cry. It was pouring rain outside, soaking you to the bone. Your clothes clung to your skin, hair soaked and dripped down to your neck uncomfortably.

Elliott opened the door, worry immediately painting his face when he saw you shivering violently in front of him. "Y/n! What happened? Come inside, it's freezing out there!" He ushered you inside quickly, shutting the door behind you both. Elliott helped take off your jacket, hanging it up near the fireplace to dry it quicker.

"I'm sorry for showing up unannounced," you mumbled.

"Don't apologize, it's alright. Here, let me get you some dry clothes," Elliott said. He rushed into the restroom, coming back out with a fluffy purple towel and a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants.

It made you feel a little better imagining him own and wear such casual clothing. He had a huge vocabulary, but "casual" wasn't exactly something you assumed was in his dictionary. Even now, he was dressed in a beige turtleneck and black slacks.

Elliott dried your hair off with the towel gently, making sure to get all of the water out as best as he could. He then handed the clothing to you, turning around politely so you could change without him looking.

You quickly stripped from your wet clothing, putting on Elliott's warm, dry clothing instead. They smelled like ink and pine. Kind of like the trees that grew around your home.

"I'm done. Thanks," you told him.

He turned back around to face you. His cheeks were dusted pink, looking you up and down. Elliott cleared his throat and broke away his stare. "Of course. Do you want something to drink? I recently bought some hot chocolate, but I have tea too."

"Hot chocolate sounds nice," you responded quietly. Elliott smiled and went into the kitchen, returning shortly with two mugs of hot cocoa. He handed you one, sitting down on the couch next to you. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close, to the point where you were basically laying on top of him.

It was normal for cuddling to ensue between the both of you. Elliott was a very touchy person, always holding your hand or hugging you tightly. You never minded, though. Elliott was always soft and warm. It was comforting.

Elliott's hand drifted to your still-damp hair, massaging your scalp. You let out a content sigh, melting into Elliott's hold. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

Your contentment dissolved into sadness again. "I was ghosted. Again. And I really thought they were into me."

He cooed and put his own mug down on the coffee table in front of you both before taking yours. You followed suit when he opened his arms invitingly.

You crawled into his lap, arms around his neck and head buried into the crook of it. Elliott buried his nose deep into your hair and inhaled. You were too busy crying to notice.

Elliott's arms tightened around you, rubbing soothing circles into your back. "Shh... it's okay. You deserve the world, and if they don't realize that, they were never worth it to begin with."

"I think I'm the problem. It has to be something I'm doing if--what, three people now?--have already ghosted me after one or two dates." You leaned into his warm hands that thumbed away your tears. "Maybe I'm just unlovable."

Elliott stiffened underneath you and his expression hardened. "No. Y/n, look at me," he said. He never sounded so firm before.

You lifted your head up to look at him. Elliott's eyes softened as soon as he looked at your tear-stained face.

"You are not unlovable. If anything, it's their loss. You're wonderful and kind and absolutely gorgeous. If they can't see that, then they're idiots. Okay?" Elliott leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss onto your forehead. "And perhaps, true love isn't as far away as you think it is."

You were too tired to look into his usual flowery words. Instead, you nodded and curled up against him again. Elliott returned to holding you, letting you cry into his shoulder.

He hummed to you. His hand stayed in your hair, another one on your back keeping you pressed against him.

When you woke up, you were tucked comfortably into Elliott's bed. The blankets were heavy on top of you, warm and cozy. Elliott was still holding you, but you could hear his soft snores. You smiled a little to yourself. He must've carried you here. Elliott was a sweetheart, even when you cried into him for hours until you fell asleep from exhaustion.

You laid there for a while longer, trying to fall back asleep. You couldn't, though, so you carefully slipped out of Elliott's grip to find the bathroom.

Despite having been in his cabin many times, you never actually went anywhere but the kitchen and living room. Elliott's cabin was small, but the darkness made it seem a lot larger than it actually was. You didn't want to turn on the lights to wake him, so you fumbled for your phone but couldn't find it.

Trying not to trip over anything, you shuffled around until you were sure you found the doorknob to the restroom. You closed the door behind you and flicked on the light, just to see a closet.

Just as you were going to walk out, you noticed something odd. A photo of you laid on top of a box. You curiously picked it up.

It wasn't a photo of you posing for the camera, or a selfie, or anything of that sort. It was a photo of you from far away, walking through town. The photo was clearly taken without your knowledge.

There were more photos under it. All of you. You were in every single one. Some of you shopping, some of you working, some of you talking to your friends. One of them even had you changing through the window. Your stomach churned when you saw one of you in bed, sleeping peacefully. You could see his shadow looming over you in that one.

It got more disturbing. You saw articles of your clothing that you had lost and never found. A pillowcase that was stained with hopefully your past drool, a used hairbrush, and various other things were inside the box too.

The door suddenly opened and you jumped, dropping everything in your hands. You backed up against the wall, staring at Elliott with wide eyes.

He stared back at you, eyes flickering from you to the box and pictures on the floor. His mouth opened and closed, but nothing came out. After a few seconds, he finally spoke. "Y/n, it's not what it looks like."

"Then what is it, Elliott?" you asked shakily. "What the hell is this?"

Elliott ran his fingers through his hair, sighing deeply. He crouched down and started picking up the pictures you dropped. "Please, listen to me. I would never hurt you. I just... I couldn't help myself." He collected all the photos with shaky hands and put them back in the box.

You didn't know why you weren't running. You should be sprinting out the door by now, but something kept you frozen in place. Elliott slowly stood up and took a step towards you. You flinched.

"I love you," he confessed. "So much. I've never felt this way about anyone in my life. I was so depressed before I met you. Everything was dark and meaningless. But then I met you." He stood close enough to cup your face in his hands, thumbs caressing your cheekbones. "You are everything to me. My light, my heart, my reason to live. I can't imagine living without you. I need you like I need air. Every time you're away from me feels like torture."

He leaned in close, forehead pressed against yours. You were still processing everything.

Elliott's breath tickled your lips. "I would do anything for you. Kill for you. Die for you. Anything you want, I'll give it to you. I could treat you so much better than those... people ever could." He spat out the word 'people', resisting to use another word to describe them.

Realization dawned on you. "Did you kill them?!"

"Of course not! I just," he dragged out a long sigh, letting you back away from him, "scared them away. If threatening them didn't work, I got blackmail on them. That was the only way your last date left you alone."

Your knees were weak. "You're sick."

Elliott frowned deeply. "I'm in love." You opened your mouth, but he cut you off. "Who do you go to when you're sad? Me. Who do you talk to about your problems? Me. Who do you call when you need comfort? Me. I'm the one who's always there for you, Y/n. Not them. Maybe you don't realize it, but you need me just as much as I need you."

"We're done talking, Elliott," you said. You tried to push past him to leave, but he grabbed your wrists tightly. You winced. "Let me go."

"I'll die without you. Please, stay," Elliott begged. "I'm sorry if I frightened you. I just got overwhelmed. I promise I'll be better. Just please, don't leave me. I can't handle losing you. I'd never ever hurt you."

Your shoulders sagged, so Elliott let his grip only slightly loosen. "You're scaring me."

Elliott cooed. "Oh, sweetheart. You have nothing to be scared of. I could never hurt you. I just love you so much." He released your wrists completely, only to wrap you up in a tight hug. "I just want what's best for you. And that's me. I can take care of you. You wouldn't have to lift a finger. I'll cook for you, clean for you, I'll do anything for you." Elliott was almost crying into your shoulder. His entire body was shaking.

Your fear and disgust turned into pity. Elliott was clearly sick. He needed help. You wrapped your arms around him hesitantly. Elliott melted into your hold like butter. He held you tighter, if that was possible.

"Elliott, you need help. This isn't normal." You rubbed his back in an awkward attempt to comfort him.

"I don't need help, I just need you." Elliott buried his nose into your neck, inhaling your scent.

You pursed your lips. Elliott was a good friend. He was always there for you. That was the only thing that prevented you from storming out the door or slapping him across the face. Well, that and the fact you were still terrified of him. "Why don't we lay down? It's late."

Elliott pulled away to look at you. His eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks were red from crying. He nodded. "Yes, you must be tired. Let's go lay down." Elliott took your hand and lead you into his bedroom again. You both laid down and Elliott immediately wrapped his arms and legs around you. Your face was almost smothered into his chest, and his scent didn't carry the same comforting smell as it normally did.

"Elliott?"

"Hm?"

"Will you let me leave in the morning?"

Elliott was silent for a moment. You thought he might've fallen asleep until he replied, "We'll talk about it in the morning."

That was code for "probably not".

[marblemoovt]

Birthday Cake - Sylus/MC

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Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: None. Fluff with slight Angst.

Summary:

It's Sylus's birthday, and what better way to celebrate than baking him a cake?

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“Tell me, what’s the occasion?” He brings his face closer, and his breath fans against your skin. He tilts his head, and you resist the urge to lean forward and kiss him.

“Did you forget your own birthday?” you chuckle, not expecting his eyebrows to twitch. You pause and gape at him. “You didn’t, did you?”

“Of course not.” Sylus smiles, and warmth seeps from his gaze. The surprise in his eyes disappears as if it was never there, and his nose brushes against your ear, tickling the side of your face with his hair. “I wasn’t expecting the feisty kitten I picked up to remember, that’s all.” His hot breaths cause your pulse to stutter, and his lips graze against the spot behind your ear.

Note:

Hello!! I've kind of been dead to the world. School has kept me busy, and most of my free time is divided between my other commitments. So any writing lately has not been for myself (which I'm not complaining about lol).

I'm a little late to the party, but it's still his birthday where I am, so of course I had to write something for my pookie.

I want to preface this by saying I do not play the game because my wallet cannot support it, and I have not watched the lore in depth due to the amount of free time I have. So this is all a mixture of the clips I've seen and the research I've done. (I do plan to watch all the lore at one point, but I fear it will heighten my obsession)

I am a Sylus and Caleb girlie at heart. They are my favourite LIs. I hope to write more for them in the future. But for now, this is my debut into the fandom!

I do want to say that this story is probably not compliant with the canon timeline. From what I could find out, MC and Sylus probably spent his first birthday together as a couple? They're not dating in this fic because I thought that would spice things up more. I will say I felt absolutely diabolical with the dialogue at one point.

Happy Reading! ヾ(•ω•`)o

Bzzt

Bzzt

Your phone on the kitchen island rumbles against the white stone countertop. Flour coats your palms and fingers as you tap the sieve above the mixing bowl. All the dry ingredients snow down in a light brown powder with any stubborn clumps bouncing against the metal mesh. Setting the sifter to the side, a cloud of dust puffs in the air as you clap your hands clean.

Bzzt

Bzzt

The screen lights up, and you recognize the profile picture. Despite it being his birthday, Sylus insisted on treating you to dinner. You grab the device and swipe to unlock it, reading his text. A small laugh escapes your lips, and your fingers fly across the keyboard, hitting send and turning your phone off. There’s still time before the promised meetup, and you’ve enlisted the help of Luke and Kieran to keep him busy during the start of his day. 

You tap the faucet to activate the water and wash your hands in the sink, drying them on a towel before you grab the wet ingredients for the cake and turn away to face the island. The large glass window behind you muffles the whirr and tick of mechanical wings flapping. Ruby eyes glint in the waning sunlight, and black feathers bathe in the orange and pink hues. The presence hovers for a few more moments before disappearing into the shadows. After cracking the eggs against the mixing bowl’s rim and adding them individually, you pour the buttermilk and melted butter. The sweet scent of vanilla fills the air as you tip the small vial of essence.

The mug of coffee on the countertop is warm to the touch, and minimal amounts of steam rise from its dark brown surface. You mix the batter until smooth and dump the entire cup into the bowl. Gently, you stir everything together, your mouth watering as the coffee interacts with the cocoa powder, amplifying the intoxicating and rich chocolate scent. A beep resounds in the kitchen, the numbers on the oven flashing ‘180 C’. Smacking the whisk to shake off the excess batter, you use a rubber spatula to divide the mixture between the two cake pans you greased earlier.

Heat blasts your face as you open the oven door. The fans hum in the background while you slide in the pans. Fiddling with the buttons, you set the timer for half an hour. Hopefully, the cake will be baked and cooled off before Sylus arrives at your apartment. You retrieve your phone, and the clock displays 19:00. There’s still an hour before you’re expecting him. You retrieve the caramel you made the day before from the fridge, leaving it next to the microwave in case you need to warm it up. 

Next, you take a carton of heavy cream and a packet of chocolate chips. After pouring the cream into a glass measuring cup, you mix in half dark and half semisweet chocolate. The cup clacks against the microwave plate, and you punch in the numbers for 30 seconds. A quiet buzz fills the room as you watch the concoction spin in circles. You continue doing this until the chocolate has completely melted, forming a ganache. Grabbing your sharpest knife from the drawer, you chop up some pomegranate seeds, sliding the blunt side of the blade against the wooden cutting board to dump them into the rich chocolate mixture. The ganache is still a bit runny, so you set it off to the side to cool and thicken.

The timer chimes, and the sugary scent of chocolate fills the kitchen. You slide on some oven mitts and transfer the cake pans onto cooling racks slowly. Crying because you dropped Sylus's birthday cake was not in today’s plans. Heaving a sigh, the oven mitts land against the counter with a flop.

Strong arms cage your sides, and you hear a deep inhale near your right ear. “Mmm.” A low voice rumbles. “Something here smells delicious.” The familiar drawl stirs the butterflies in your navel and his forearms flex. “The cake smells good, too.”

Your fingers reflexively grab the rubber spatula, and you spin around, pressing the handle into his throat. Red eyes look at you with mirth, and your grip falters. What are you going to do? Spatula him into submission? “Don’t sneak up on me like that,” you say, lowering your hand. 

Sylus grabs your wrist and brings the broad silicone tip to his mouth, running the flat of his tongue against it. He licks his lips, smacking them together. “Chocolate? Oh, Sweetie. You spoil me,” he says. 

You shake the spatula at him. “You shouldn’t eat raw batter,” you scold him. 

He tilts his head and the right corner of his mouth quirks. “Worried, are we? It takes more than raw flour and eggs to take down the leader of Onychinus.”

Shaking your head, you scoff and push him away, oblivious to the flicker of emotion in his eyes that flashes and disappears. “Just because you can survive a gunshot to the heart doesn’t mean you’re immune to the effects of food poisoning,” you say, walking to the sink and adding to the pile of dishes. You grumble when you realize it won't last long until his body recovers.

Sylus crosses his arms, watching you move around the kitchen and cleaning up. His eyes soften when you’re not looking, and he can’t help but notice how domestic this moment feels. Thoughts of you in his home and cooking meals together flit through his mind. He imagines waking up and having breakfast while you eat dinner and tell him about your day. But not yet. “Careful, Kitten. I might misunderstand and think you care about me.” His tone is smooth as always, covering the hairline fractures in his facade, which keeps the dragon in him at bay.

You press your lips into a thin line, unwilling to fall for his bait. The feelings hidden deep in your chest will remain there for the foreseeable future, no matter how much they seem to grow by the day.

Sylus walks around the kitchen island, lifting you onto the countertop and bringing you to eye level. “Your silence wounds me,” he says, resting his forehead against yours. His fingers rub circles into your hips. At this distance, his scent wraps around your senses. Warm and smoky with hints of leather and pomegranate. Sometimes, the faint smell of gunpowder and iron clings to him, but you rarely catch him like that. “Tell me, what’s the occasion?” He brings his face closer, and his breath fans against your skin. He tilts his head, and you resist the urge to lean forward and kiss him.

“Did you forget your own birthday?” you chuckle, not expecting his eyebrows to twitch. You pause and gape at him. “You didn’t, did you?”

“Of course not.” Sylus smiles, and warmth seeps from his gaze. The surprise in his eyes disappears as if it was never there, and his nose brushes against your ear, tickling the side of your face with his hair. “I wasn’t expecting the feisty kitten I picked up to remember, that’s all.” His hot breaths cause your pulse to stutter, and his lips graze against the spot behind your ear.

“Happy birthday, Sylus,” you say. Muscular arms wrap around your torso and pull you close, sliding you off the counter. Your feet hit the ground, and his large hand presses your head into his broad chest. “Sylus?” A wall of muscle muffles your voice. You breathe in the scent that’s unique to his person. It’s the one that always fills you with longing when you notice its potency dwindling from the room.

“Stay.” His words rumble against your skull. “Stay like this for a little longer,” he says, tightening his hold on you. You nod, leaning into his touch. Your ear rests against his chest, hearing the erratic rhythm beating against his ribcage. You feel your cheeks tingle with warmth, grateful he can’t see your expression right now. “Can you… say it again?” You lift your head, and Sylus averts his gaze briefly before returning to meet your eyes. The playful lilt in his tone is nowhere to be heard, and his face is devoid of its signature smirk. “It’s my birthday, don’t I get to hear it as many times as I want?”

You close your mouth with a smile. Laughter overtakes your body, and you relish in the faint pink that tinges the tips of his ears. You bring a hand up to rub the warm cartilage between your fingers. Sylus leans into your touch, eyes fluttering shut as quiet rumbles come from his chest.

“Happy birthday, Sy,” you repeat. “I hope all your birthday wishes come true.”

He inhales sharply, glancing down at you with a smirk. “Thank you, Sweetie. I hope so, too.” 

You stare into his ruby eyes, unsure what to make of his blown pupils. It’s often hard to guess what he’s thinking. “The cake must have cooled off by now,” you say, clearing your throat. 

“Trying to run away? Admit it. You like me,” Sylus says. 

You dig your pointer finger into his chest. “Don’t let this inflate your already frighteningly large ego, but I don’t dislike you.”

Sylus’s eyebrows raise, and he steps back. “Like a cat, you can be affectionate at times,” he says. When you stand there in a daze, he chuckles. “Come on, then. Don’t you have my cake to decorate?”

You blink and shake your head, grabbing the ganache and caramel. The cakes come out of the pans easily, and you level them with a knife. Sylus stands next to you, his tall frame hunched over as he rests his elbows on the countertop, watching your every move. You grab the second layer and cut the top, pausing when you notice the scraps from the first layer are missing. Sylus looks at you with an innocent smile, jaw moving up and down.

Rolling your eyes, you offer him a piece of what you removed. Sylus stares at your hand and moves his arm to inch closer. His lips wrap around your fingers, playfully nipping your thumb before returning to his spot. He has an amused expression while you stumble over your words, and you eventually fall silent after stuttering one too many times.

You turn away from him with a huff, slathering a layer of caramel on the bottom layer before stacking the cake. It stands tall without leaning to either side, and small amber globs ooze from the middle. The ganache is poured next. Streams of thick, dark chocolate pool on the top, spreading from the center and spilling over the edges. You set the measuring cup down, licking the sticky remnants from your fingers as red eyes bore a hole into the side of your face.

It feels like there’s still something missing, something you’re forgetting. The familiar scent of wood and leather envelopes your surroundings, and you lean into the broad chest behind you. Sylus wraps one arm around your waist like a puzzle piece slotting into place. He holds a bowl of pomegranate seeds in his other hand, shaking them before you. 

“Looking for these?” he asks.

You hold out your hands, and he places the bowl in them. “Yes, actually. Thanks,” you reply. The juicy kernels land on the chocolate ganache, and you try to sprinkle them evenly. The pop of red contrasts nicely against the brown, and you can’t wait to dig in.

Something warm and heavy rests against your shoulder.

“Thank you,” Sylus murmurs against your skin.

“What was that?” you ask, glancing over at him.

Sylus chuckles. “I said, let’s eat.”

“That is why I made it,” you say, grinning at him. You rummage through your drawers for a candle and a lighter. Sylus is still attached to your waist, which you don’t mind, so you don’t say anything. His footsteps shadow yours naturally. He doesn’t let go until you reach the sofa in your living room. You set the cake on the coffee table and stick the candle in, taking a seat on the floor. Sylus sits beside you, crossing his legs and watching as you ignite the flame.

Bumping your shoulder into him, you bounce on the spot. “Make a wish!” you say.

Sylus stares at the flickering flame and then back at your face. His lips twitch, and the confident drawl returns to his voice. “What can a man who has everything wish for?” he says.

You roll your eyes. “There must be something you want. Something you don’t already have.”

He looks away and exhales through his nose. A wry smile forms on his face. “There’s nothing like that. I have everything I need here.”

“You must be terrible to shop for. Luke and Kieran are probably left in tears whenever they have to get you a gift,” you tease. “Still, you should wish for something!”

Sylus hums, closing his eyes in silence before blowing out the candle. The faint aroma of burning wax settles in the air.

You lean against the table, propping your chin against your hand. “So, what did you wish for?” you ask.

“If I tell you, it won’t come true,” he says.

“I thought you already had everything you wanted? What difference does it make if you tell me?”

Sylus looks at you with one brow raised. “I never said that,” he says.

You narrow your eyes at him, but his posture remains relaxed. Sylus mirrors your pose and leans on the table. 

“Fine. Keep your secrets,” you say. “It’s part of your mystique allure.”

Sylus smiles. “Mystique allure? Are my charms working on you?”

“Maybe in another lifetime,” you scoff.

Sylus freezes, eyes widening slightly. You’re too busy cutting the cake to notice. He regains his composure, trying not to let his disappointment slip through the cracks.

The knife slices through the decadent layers, and you cut a generous portion, intending to share a piece. The rich, chocolatey scent has been driving you crazy since it came out of the oven.

You hold the fork to his mouth. “I hope you like it. I made it just for you.”

Sylus dips his head to take a bite, plump lips wrapping around the metal prongs. He groans when the flavours hit his tongue. The sweetness and tartness of the pomegranate cuts through the richness of the chocolate and caramel. Overall, everything is well-balanced, and the cake doesn't feel heavy.

“Sweetie, you made this?” He chuckles and licks the crumbs from his lips. You nod and feed him more. “This is the best cake I’ve ever tasted.”

You breathe a sigh and smile. “Oh, good. I was worried since I never made it before.”

“Make it again for me next year,” Sylus says. He takes the fork from you and stabs the cake, bringing the bite to your lips. “You’ll have plenty of practice by then.”

“Who says I’ll celebrate with you next year?” You give in to temptation and eat, nearly moaning from how delicious it is.

Sylus smiles and brings you more cake. “I’ll do my best to persuade you,” he says.

It’s a team effort that finishes the slice. Sylus doesn’t even ask you before getting up and doing the dishes. He insists when you tell him there’s no need. You won’t admit it out loud, but it’s funny watching the most feared man in the N109 Zone stand in your kitchen and wash cutlery. 

“Shall we go?” Sylus asks, wiping his hands with a teatowel. 

“Go? To where?”

His lips curve. “To dinner. Don’t tell me you forgot?” he says. You look away and wipe imaginary dust off your counters. “You didn’t, did you?”

“Of course not,” you say. “...Where are we going again?”

“It’s a surprise,” he says. “I left a present in your bedroom. I think you would look beautiful in it, and I would be honoured if you wore it to dinner.”

“It’s your birthday. You should be receiving gifts, not giving them.”

“Oh, trust me, Sweetie. This is a gift for me.”

“Thank you,”  you whisper, hesitating before wrapping your arms around him. You don’t let the moment linger too long, pulling away and rushing to your room. Hopefully, next year won’t be so awkward.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

Bonus scene:

Sylus opens a window and holds out his arm. The mechanical crow lands, greeting him with a caw. Mephisto lowers his voice when Sylus brings a finger to his lips. Sylus strokes the smooth, metallic head and listens to the bird’s report.

“How cute,” he mumbles, imagining you bake the cake. Sylus refuses to admit he panicked a little when you didn’t respond to his text in the usual timeframe. Damn Luke and Kieran for drowning him with work. He’ll have to deliver an adequate punishment for them when he returns home.

The crow pecks at his hand, and Sylus snaps out of his thoughts. “Hm? What did I wish for?” he says, chuckling when he receives a caw in response. “I suppose I can tell you. After all, a wish is nothing more than a desire with no plan.” He glances at the hallway and notices the bedroom door is still shut. “For as long as I’m able. I want to spend all my remaining birthdays together.”

End Note:

Yeah, so I kinda wrote this like the devil possessed me. I'm just glad this is coming out on time 😭

I wrote this on a whim, and you most likely will not see anything from me again for a while. There's a backlog of wips for other fandoms that I need to finish.

I’ll see you guys at my next hyperfixation! (。・∀・)ノ

[weaselle]

i seem to always have a comfort drink. Like my baseline comfort drink is coffee -- even when i've been homeless and in the rain, or derailed mid travel plan and stuck in place with no idea what to do, if i can get a cup of coffee, i can have some small amount of feeling okay and like i have agency in my fate.

But coffee is just the baseline, i usually have some other drink that occupies the top spot of the day (actually more like of the month or season)

Not so much this winter but the two winters before this, my comfort drink was actually just any spicy broth (i particularly liked spicy shrimp like the ramen packets but without the noodles and i'd add a bunch of sriracha - like, a LOT a lot - or a broth made from chicken stock but proper simmered the chicken bones for a few hours stock, also with a bunch of hot sauce or cayenne)

Right now my comfort drink is a cup of this tea

with a packet of this

but you don't have to use the whole packet, you just use it as sweetener and add basically as much as you would add sugar or honey - i usually add about half a packet and it's still pretty sweet, tonight i wanted something as sweet as hot chocolate, so i used the whole packet, and it is hitting *chef's kiss* but i'm not always in the mood for so much sweet

with the tea bag, not only is the drink more delicious than the apple cider alone when using the whole packet of cider, but you never thin out the spiced flavor of the apple cider too much to taste good, because you've got the spice base sorted already, so you can really control the sweetness to your liking without sacrificing flavor.

I've also quite enjoyed the same thing with this tea

as well as liking it with a lemon zinger and a black "chai" which in the states seems to mean black tea with like, pumpkin pie spices (you know, allspice, clove, cinnamon and i always put a little ginger in my pumpkin pies too, anyone else?)

there's probably at least a dozen other teas in any big grocery store that would go good with apple cider too.

Hot Chocolate?

For that i go straight to the spice drawer. Start by making sure you include some milk or half and half or something, if microwaving you can mix half a mug of water and half of whole milk, or you can do like 1/4 mug of half&half or cream and just mix it with the water and mic it. That's where i'm coming from i'm not talking super gourmet by any means. But for all the gods' sake put some milk, even rice milk or almond milk or coconut milk in there to give your hot chocolate some bones.

Sorry, i mean if you just use water the hot chocolate will always feel too thin and unsatisfying, and you'll find you're trying to fix it by adding more and more of the powder until it almost becomes a syrup and then the chocolate taste is a bit strong by then. But if you have a cup of fats and proteins and natural sugars and things to start as your base, you get a drink that feels big and thick and rich and filling the way hot chocolate in your fantasy is. Or whatever, i don't know you, maybe you like watery thin hot chocolate as a hydrating drink while playing ice hockey or something who knows. Personally, sometimes i'll just straight up use a mug full of half & half or use a bunch of heavy cream if i'm feeling particularly decadent.

regardless, what i recommend is: you grab your instant cocoa powder of choice, and before you put it in your preferred liquid you mix at least a couple of these other powders into it.

a dash of cinnamon a sprinkle of nutmeg a dusting of powdered ginger a bit of ground cayenne a pinch of salt

You can do it per mug or you can premix your whole canister of hot chocolate.

For me, the cayenne and salt are mandatory. Huge difference, the salt really plays up the chocolate flavor and while ideally you probably don't actually taste the salt, but even if you put in enough that it's a little salty, the effect is like salted caramel. Like, sometimes i do it on purpose. And cayenne and chocolate is just one of my favorite combinations ever. So.

BUT! i've also had good results starting with a mug of whole milk and brewing in a bag of something like this

before adding plain instant hot chocolate (and l little bit of salt)

anyway, my little drink recipe fiddles

[typewritingyip]

Bluestreak was on shore leave in Iacon. Sunstreaker was on duty, and Bluestreak didn’t feel like hanging out with anyone else. So, he decided to wander around sightseeing. 

Despite having been to Iacon a hundred million times, it was a city that constantly adapted to new trends and changed itself to fit new generations and groups of people. It was a city that mimicked its inhabitants, continually transforming while still remaining itself. Bluestreak always found something new when he went exploring in the city.

This time, the “something new” he found was a little cafe he hadn’t seen before. 

The barista greeted him as he came in and looked around. He was an orange and white bot with an engraved magnetic nametag that read “Swerve.” 

Usually, when nametags are used, they’re set on the pre-existing virtual system of the shop or business. The nametag function operates for a specific area that anyone can ping to learn the employee’s name. However, sometimes businesses will have their employees wear physical nametags as a uniform or simply for the aesthetic. Usually, businesses that do this are well off since it’s an extra expense with no real payout. Because of this, more expensive custom engraved nametags are the most common, but copycats tend to use less costly magnets with writing on them to emulate this. Physical nametags are a gimmick more than anything else, so most of the time, they’re used in tandem with the virtual system. 

Inside the cafe, there were four tables. Two were low to the ground and made of a polished organic material that Bluestreak was pretty sure was called wood. Positioned around these tables were four large chairs, each made of the same organic material as the tables but with plush cushions on the seats, backs, and arms that made them look extremely comfortable. The other two tables were black metal, and quite a bit taller than the others. They both had two armless chairs each, made of the same metal as the table, with the seats at about waist height. They had cushions matching the other chairs, but just on the seats, not the backs. 

The walls were a pleasant but simple light blue. The ceiling was different though, painted to match a night sky, complete with a few constellations that Bluestreak didn’t recognize. It was beautiful. 

In the side and back corner of the shop was the counter. Below it, there was a glass display case filled with pastries and other confections. Above it, there were three menus. The one in the middle was a list of all the flavoring add-ins that they had in-house, the one on the left was a list of specialty hot drinks, and the one on the right was specialty cold drinks. 

Bluestreak ended up ordering from the “Hot Drinks” list, getting something called “Hot Chocolate.”  It was a warm cube with roasted-bitter copper powder and sweet gold flavor-syrup, topped with rich cobalt cream and drizzled with a touch more of the gold flavor-syrup. Bluestreak didn’t know what chocolate was, but he thought the flavor combination sounded really good.

Gold syrup is made by slow heating a two-to-one mix of Vosian high-grade and gold to molten levels, then mixing the two while cooling slowly. If someone was able to consume both cybertronian and human foods and compare them in taste, it would be described as a similar taste to sugar syrup with a hint of vanilla. 

Cobalt cream is made by taking cobalt dust and mixing it with chilled, heavy low-grade energon until whipped to medium-firm peaks. In comparison to human food, it’s nearly the same as whipped cream. 

Copper powder is made by grinding shavings of oxidized consumption-grade copper into a fine powder. When in comparison to human tastes, copper powder tastes like unsweetened cocoa powder.

Bluestreak took a long drink out of the “mug” the drink was presented in. It was a cylinder-shaped container instead of the usual cube, and it had a half cordate-shaped handle Bluestreak could fit his servo into on the side. 

The drink was really, really good. Bluestreak licked his lips with a quiet hum of contentment. He’d have to tell Optimus about this place. 

For the Prime to go anywhere, it was always a hassle. Having to deal with scheduling, alerting, and managing guards and attendants, double-checking that the place was safe, and examining the staff of the venue was just the tip of the iceberg for everything demanded by proper procedure. Because of this, the Prime rarely visited places in person.

When someone does recommend something to the Prime that catches his interest, he usually sends a trusted attendant to get it for him, then enjoys it in the Primal Palace. This place though, both the drinks themselves and the actual cafe, would be worth it to Optimus for a visit. 

Bluestreak took another long drawl of his hot chocolate, getting blue cobalt cream on his upper lip that he had to lick off.

Primus, that’s good.

He sat deeper into the chair he had picked in the back corner of the room. With chairs, praxians were very particular, since the sensitive doorwings on their backs got in the way of most regular seating. They needed either no-back chairs or chairs that could hold their doorwings comfortably. Bluestreak had taken one of the big seats at the low tables, and he was right about it being comfortable. 

I need one of these at home.

The rule that was set about new furniture in the house was that the other two housemates had to approve it unless it was going in your room. The actual rule was that if Prowl approved it, it would happen, because Prowl could convince Smokey or Blue of damn near anything when he really wanted to. 

Prowl liked leaning back and relaxing when he sat down, so Bluestreak was pretty sure he could convince him to get at least one chair like that for the house. 

By now, the cobalt cream had melted, and Bluestreak used the stirring implement given with the mug of hot chocolate to stir the remnants of it in. Once he was done, he took out the utensil, tapped it over the top, set it back onto the napkin, and took another sip. 

Yep, definitely recommending this place to Optimus.

Bluestreak was nearly done with the mug when Sideswipe walked into the cafe. Bluestreak did a double take. Sideswipe, who could not drink energon, just walked into a cafe that served energon. Sideswipe was walking to the first lower table when he spotted Bluestreak. He changed his direction from the first lower table to the seat across from Bluestreak.

“Bluestreak,” Sideswipe greeted him, taking a seat. 

It wasn’t a very friendly greeting, but it wasn’t mean either: just cordial. 

“Sideswipe.” Bluestreak tried to match Sideswipe’s tone, but there was a hint of sadness that Bluestreak always had when talking to Sideswipe.

“I’m waiting for Elita and the others. Team-bonding and stuff.”

That explained why Sideswipe was in a cafe, but not why he was talking to Bluestreak.

“I’ve not gotten a chance to talk to you about this, so we’re doing it now.”

Doing what now?

Bluestreak opened his mouth to ask, but Sideswipe answered first.

“You’re dating my brother,” Sideswipe said.

Bluestreak did not know how to respond to that.

“That- wasn’t a question?” Bluestreak asked.

“And that was,” he replied. 

Sideswipe paused, leaning in, examining Bluestreak through his visor.

“I know my brother better than anyone. I don’t need to ask to know that even if you two aren’t dating, he’s in love with you,” Sideswipe said quietly.

Bluestreak wasn’t someone that gave up opportunities to talk, but in that moment, he didn’t know what to say. Bluestreak knew he was in love with Sunstreaker, and he knew that Sunstreaker was in love with him. It was another thing to hear it said out loud by someone else, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world that Sunstreaker was in love with him.

“You don’t need to respond, but I do need you to know that if you ever, ever hurt him on purpose,”

He took a vent before continuing. Bluestreak did not try to interrupt.

“I will shove that gun of yours so far up your aft that I can blow your processor out from your mouth. Are we clear?”

It was the first question Sideswipe had asked throughout the conversation.

Bluestreak had to take a moment to process what Sideswipe had just said. Sideswipe didn’t like Bluestreak, and he wasn’t subtle about it. Bluestreak knew Sideswipe was still angry. He wasn’t particularly mean to Bluestreak, but they had been friends before. At the very beginning, before he messed up, and before he messed up twice. 

Still, despite Sideswipe disliking Bluestreak, Bluestreak hadn’t ever thought Sideswipe would threaten him.

Apparently, Bluestreak was taking too long to respond, because Sideswipe started snapping his digits right in Bluestreak’s face.

“Hey, Hey, you’re thinking about this too hard,” he said, like he hadn’t just threatened Bluestreak to his face.

“Are you actually freaked out?” Sideswipe asked.

Bluestreak realized he had said that out loud. 

Sideswipe sighed.

“Oh, for fu-” Sideswipe cut himself off.

“Bluestreak.” He looked directly into Bluestreak’s optics with his visor.

“You’re freaking out over nothing. I do this with all of Sunstreaker’s lovers,” Sideswipe stated.

“You threaten all of them with bodily injury?!” Bluestreak was still freaking out a bit.

“I tell them not to hurt my brother.”

Bluestreak paused. Sideswipe continued.

“Despite all of the times I’ve ever given a shovel talk (and it is a lot of times, Sunny isn’t exactly a prude), I’ve only beat someone up once.”

A shovel talk? Bluestreak thought.

“Is that supposed to be comforting?” Bluestreak said out loud, talking about the ‘beating someone up’ part. 

“Yes, because the bastard I beat up was someone who had raised a hand to him. I’m not going to police his relationship. I’ve got issues, but Sunny and I have boundaries. I’m not telling you to treat him like he’s a god or something; I’m telling you not to be abusive.”

Bluestreak’s mouth responded quicker than his processor.

“Oh. I- No. No, I won’t ever. Sunstreaker is.. He’s amazing, he’s kind and sweet and strong, and I love him like I’ve never loved anyone.” 

If Bluestreak could see Sideswipe’s face, he thinks he’d see a smile.

“Good,” Sideswipe said simply. 

Despite Elita and some others (it couldn’t be the whole squad; this place wouldn’t be able to fit them) coming soon, Sideswipe didn’t make any indication of moving just yet.

“Hey, Sideswipe?” 

“Yes?” Sideswipe answered.

“What’s a shovel talk?” Bluestreak asked.

Sideswipe visibly paused. 

“It’s when- someone who cares about someone, a family member or a friend or whatever, gives a threat not to hurt them to someone else, usually a lover.”

“Is that a human thing?” Bluestreak asked.

“Yes, yes it is.”

He hesitated before continuing. 

“Cybertronians don’t have that, do they.” Sideswipe wasn’t really asking.

“No, no we do not,” Bluestreak replied anyway.

“You thought I was legitimately threatening you,” Sideswipe stated.

“I did,” Bluestreak responded.

Sideswipe brought both servos to his visor and sighed before bringing them back down.

“I’m sorry,” Sideswipe said.

“What?” Bluestreak thought he had misheard what Sideswipe had said.

“I said I’m sorry. I don’t feel bad about shovel talks, but you thought I was giving you a real death threat. I’m apologizing for that.” 

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

There was a moment of silence. Bluestreak considered his options. There wasn’t really a choice.

“I forgive you,” Bluestreak said.

Sideswipe was now the one who needed a moment to process.

“What?” Sideswipe sounded far too confused about the three-word sentiment.

“I forgive you,” Bluestreak repeated.

“Yeah, but I didn’t earn it. You can’t just- forgive me?” Sideswipe sounded just as confused as before.

“You didn’t mean to do it.” Bluestreak shrugged.

“I still did it, though,” Sideswipe said, sure of that much.

“Yeah, and I forgive you,” Bluestreak said a third time.

“Oh.” 

There was a lull between them, neither saying anything. Sideswipe hummed inquisitively, tilting his helm at Bluestreak like he thought the new angle would help him understand better.

“Yes?” Bluestreak answered, raising an optical ridge.

“Ok. Then I forgive you too,” Sideswipe said.

“What?” Bluestreak didn’t understand.

“For Sunny’s visor,” Sideswipe clarified.

“I-” Bluestreak tried to respond, but Sideswipe cut him off.

“I get that I’m not the person you apologized to, but I was holding a grudge over that.”

“I-” Bluestreak vented. 

“Yeah, I know you were.” Bluestreak sounded sad, but he felt like a weight had been lifted. 

Bluestreak was not expecting forgiveness.

“I still can’t forgive you for the first accident. You could have killed my brother, and-” Sideswipe hesitated, taking a vent.

“And I’m not ready to let go of that. But the visor? I can forgive that,” Sideswipe explained.

Bluestreak smiled.

“Ok.”

Sideswipe responded to that far too quickly.

“We’re not going to be friends again, not for a while at least. I don’t trust you,” he said. 

While the declaration hurt,

“I know, but I didn’t think I’d get a chance at all,” Bluestreak replied.

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2200 words and two pictures in three days. I’m pretty impressed with myself.

Obligatory rambling warning 

I couldn’t work it in, but I headcanon that Optimus has a massive sweet tooth, which is part of why Bluestreak thinks he’d like the place.

Bluestreak doesn’t recognize the constellations because they’re the constellations we can see from Earth, not Cybertronian constellations. Yes, I’m glad you asked: one of them is Orion.

Cordate is heart-shaped, so half cordate is half of a heart shape. I’m choosing not to use the word “heart” because cybertronians don’t have hearts; the equivalents are sparks, which are spherical, and fuel pumps, which are also spherical. 

The setting description was supposed to be a one-liner. As you can see, that did not work out. I didn’t plan the cafe, the hot cocoa, or any of the world-building that took place. 

I have an entire new tab on my Google Doc about different types of energon, the different flavors of add-ins, and how to make various foods. 

Bluestreak totally wanted a pastry, but he knew he was not going to have room for one in his tanks. He’ll come back later.

I was not expecting to write apologies lol, but I felt like it fit. I know shovel talks either don’t happen or are far more subtle in real life, but I thoroughly enjoy it in writing when they’re over the top and also normalized, because, for the most part, they aren’t real threats. Cybertronians don’t have that though (by my hc, at least), so it’d be taken as a real threat.  

Because it wasn’t Sideswipe pov, I couldn’t put this in, but it was a good line, so:

It wasn’t as grave an offense, but both were accidents.

Characterization may be wonky in this one; hell if I know. SS’s emotional intelligence go brr.

I made two extra things for this chapter, one:

^ Layout of Swerve’s cafe. No, I do not have a better name for it than that. The red thing is the door, and the unlabeled blue squares are seats. Bluestreak is in the chair on the upper right corner, Sideswipe takes the one directly across from him. 

Two:

Bluestreak’s Hot Cocoa ^ I spent about an hour and a quarter on this. 

Right, now I’m done. I hope you enjoyed, @ me if you have questions, this will be labeled as Shovel Talk in the masterpost

Super cute. Super fun.

So, we’ve seen Swerve earlier in the series, BUT I like the idea of him just being everywhere. It’s funny.

It’s also funny to have like, all these small connections to Earth. Like the first time Sides went into this place with Elita and Chromia he spent is all staring at the ceiling till he saw the Big and Little Dipper. Stars weren’t his strong suit but it’s the fact it was HIS hemisphere.

Now it’s just the place he recommends, not because he can eat/drink there but because it feels more familiar.

[mwolf0epsilon]

Seeing your little doodle of Henry and his cake had me thinking: can a mimic eat the same foods we humans eat? Or do they have dietary restrictions much like how animals can't eat specific foods e.g. chocolate, coffee, etc? Are they capable of consuming things like coal and oil like the engine they impersonate?

Yes, mimics can indeed eat the same foods as humans.

But they are also constrained by some dietary restrictions due to their organs taking on the specifications of the vehicle or heavy machine they've taken on as their final form. So, essentially, depending on what they become, a mimic's diet will change to accommodate the fuel type and the crews are responsible for preparing their food to specification.

Steam engine mimics consume coal, so they become more carnivorous in nature because they quite literally burn through calories very quickly (they run hotter than other mimics and, while their stomach acid is strong enough to burn through organic matter and metal, they are more likely to get sick if they eat synthetic chemicals).

Diesel engine mimics consume diesel fuel, so they are more herbivorous in nature so as to not overload their system with more carbon (they can on occasion consume protein to balance out their natural requirements, and they're considerably more resistant to poisoning than steam engine mimics, but they still have their limits).

Road vehicle mimics are more omnivorous because their fuels vary, and you even have crane mimics who are more often than not piscivorous or insectivorous.

That of course doesn't mean they can't have a few special treats of their preference. Human foods are especially delectable to mimics who view them as the most luxurious things that their handlers can offer them in return for work (being minor fae, mimics have a concept of value that they assign certain goods and services, and human food is at the very top of the list on the scale of offerings).

The only common denominator is that mimics are not allowed to have carbonated drinks because it seems to nullify the effects of Golden Dust Inc. Feed™ which is what railways use to shrink them when they're not in service (no one is sure why this is, but as a general rule of thumb you shouldn't give critters soda anyway...).

Here's a known list of what foods/snacks/desserts and drinks one can use to reward/bribe specific mimics (this is an excerpt from the Fat Controller's notebook, so it's not a complete list), some of which raise some eyebrows:

Glynn - English Breakfast / Earl grey tea

Thomas - Savoury pastries / Store-bought orange juice

Edward - Fish and Chips / Chamomile tea

Henry - Fish jerky or pickled veggies / Fresh fruit juice

Gordon - Chocolate pastries / Mint tea

James - Pancakes topped with fruit / Strawberry milkshake

Percy - Grilled cheese sandwich / Chocolate milk

Toby - English muffins / Black coffee

Duck - Cadbury creme eggs / Oat milk

Donald & Douglas - Cullen skink and shepherd's pie / Honey lemon milk

Oliver - Werther's Originals / Latte

Toad - Banana chips / Banana milkshake

Emily - Blueberry muffins / Black tea

Rosie - Banana bread / Cranberry Juice

Ryan - Pasty barm / Beetroot juice

Bill & Ben - Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches / Hot cocoa

Diesel - Steamed Brussels sprouts with melted cheese / Blackberry juice

BoCo - Chocolate pudding / Cappuccino

Daisy - Ambrosia fruit salad / Honeydew juice

Mavis - Fruit tarts / Tutti frutti smoothie

Paxton - Spicy sweet potato fries / Orange carrot mango smoothie

Diesel 10 - Bone Marrow Soup / Pineapple juice

Victor - Ropa Vieja / Rum

Kevin - Tuna salad sandwich / Dr. Pepper

Hiro - Fried chicken wings / Lemon tea (Substitutes for his favourite snacks from home)

Salty - Salted pretzels / Lemonade

Porter - Stuffed squid / Lemonade

Cranky - Crabsticks / Whiskey

Naturally no one is encouraged to give a mimic alcohol, especially not during work hours. It's not bad for them per say (I mean, alcohol isn't good for anyone really, you know what I mean) but it certainly isn't making any of them overly productive...

[chroniclesofskz]

Baking Love

The kitchen was both a mess and a masterpiece as the scent of warm vanilla and melted chocolate filled the air, enveloping you and Felix in a cozy embrace of deliciousness. You and Felix had decided to whip up a surprise for the rest of Stray Kids after their latest comeback, determined to show your appreciation for their hard work with sweet treats that mirrored the joy they brought into your lives. With matching aprons adorned with cute little hearts and fluffy chef hats perched atop your heads, you felt like the perfect baking duo, ready to conquer the culinary world—or at least your little kitchen. The playful atmosphere sparked anticipation, and you couldn't help but giggle at the sight of him, looking both adorable and slightly mischievous as flour dusted his cheeks, resembling a painter who had just created a culinary masterpiece. Felix was in his element, confidently taking charge as the chef while you happily embraced the role of his little helper, eager to assist in any way possible.

“Okay, chef! What’s next?” Felix asked with a playful grin, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he pointed to the recipe pinned on the wall, the colorful paper fluttering slightly in the warm kitchen air. You leaned closer, brushing your shoulder against his, feeling the warmth radiate from him like a snug blanket on a chilly night. His playful demeanor made your heart flutter as he rolled his sleeves up, revealing slender wrists and the determination of a true chef. “Next is the brownie batter! Let’s make it rich and delicious," you replied, pouring the cocoa powder into the mixing bowl, feeling the anticipation build. As you mixed in the sugar and melted butter, you couldn’t help but glance at Felix. He was already eagerly measuring out the chocolate chips, his focus intense and his tongue peeking out slightly—a telltale sign of his concentration. You giggled, yourself caught up in this playful atmosphere, where flour flew and laughter echoed, reveling in the sweet chaos that was about to unfold.

As you turned back to the bowl, a mischievous idea sparked in your mind. You leaned over to dust a bit of flour off Felix's cheek, but as you did, you inadvertently smeared a bit of brownie batter onto his nose. His eyes widened, and he laughed, the sound bright and contagious, making your heart skip a beat. “Oh, you’re going to pay for that!” he teased, mock seriousness written all over his face as he feigned offense, his role as chef only emboldening his playful nature. But before he could retaliate, you leaned in, letting your tongue graze over the smudge you had left on his face. The rich chocolate flavor burst onto your taste buds, and a giggle escaped your lips as you pulled back, your eyes sparkling with mischief. The moment felt suspended in time as you both exchanged playful glances, delighting in the sweetness of the moment.

“Not so bad, right?” you said with a playful wink, your heart racing at the flirty exchange. But you soon realized you had underestimated Felix’s cocky nature. With a swift motion, he flicked some brownie batter from his fingers, smearing it on your lips with a confident grin. “Now you're the one with batter on your face!” he exclaimed, a triumphant smile decorating his features, his charm magnified by his role as the master chef of the evening. You couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly he made even chaos feel lighthearted and fun.

“Touché!” you exclaimed, grinning as you leaned toward him, your lips just inches apart. “But if I’m a mess, you’re going to have to kiss it off!” Felix raised his eyebrows, showing off that cheeky smirk of his as he leaned closer, the connection between you two almost electric. You could see the familiar spark in his eyes that accompanied every one of your flirtatious exchanges.

“Ah, well, if I must…” he said dramatically, leaning in as you both burst into laughter, the sweet sound of your joy filling the kitchen. His lips brushed against yours, soft and sweet—just like the treats you were making. You practically melted at the sound of the playful chuckle that escaped him as he pulled back, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes, making you feel both cherished and adored in this little moment of joy.

As the brownie batter was set aside, it was time to start on the cookies. You pulled out the mixing bowl again, while Felix—now totally embodying the role of the charming chef—picked up the whisk, holding it up like a microphone, ready to entertain. “Singing competition!” he declared, his voice deepening comically as he cleared his throat in an exaggerated manner that made you laugh even harder. “Alright, but you know I won’t let you win easily!” you challenged, grabbing your wooden spoon and taking a stance as if you were on stage. The two of you began singing along to your favourite songs, the kitchen filled with laughter and music, an impromptu concert that made the atmosphere feel magical. Felix’s voice was angelic, a harmonious blend of soft notes and playful inflections that made you want to sway with him. He confidently belted out the high notes, a faux seriousness in his expression as he performed, and you couldn’t help but admire the way he lit up the room. Meanwhile, your rendition was lively and full of theatrical flair—an enthusiastic chaos that made him laugh even more. As you waved your wooden spoon like a baton, you could feel the joy bubbling between you, transforming the kitchen into your personal concert hall.

“Okay, okay!” he proclaimed after a few minutes, breathless from laughter and musical banter, holding his whisk up proudly as he declared victory. “I definitely win this round. You belong in the chorus!”

“Hey!” you laughed, feigning outrage, pouting dramatically. “We both know I’m the star here!” With a playful flick of your wrist, you sent a tiny sprinkle of flour his way, which only added to the playful banter of the evening. The friendly competition made it easy to forget about the mess you were making, instead focusing on the fun you were having together.

After a few more songs, the cookie dough was finally ready to be shaped into perfect little balls. You were a little less focused, your eyes dancing over to Felix as he indulged in little bites of the cookie dough, his cheeks puffed up and an innocent look on his face. “Hey! Save some for the cookies,” you scolded lightly, swatting his hand away, though your resolve was weak against his adorable antics.

“Can’t help it! It’s too good!” he replied, grinning mischievously, and you sighed in faux annoyance, knowing deep down that his cuteness was impossible to resist. As you shaped the cookie dough, every now and then your fingers would brush against his, sending sparks of warmth through you. It felt like a dance, a rhythm that only the two of you understood.

With the cookies and brownies finally ready to go into the oven, the two of you stood side by side at the counter, exhaustion mixing with exhilaration from the fun you had just shared. You hugged each other tightly, breathing in the comforting warmth of his presence as the sweet aroma began to mingle with your happiness. To think this was just a simple night of baking—it was filled with laughter, music, and countless kisses, creating memories that would linger long after the last crumb was devoured.

As the cookies and brownies baked, the kitchen was filled with the mouthwatering smells only baking could bring. Felix looked at you, his hair slightly tousled and his cheeks dusted with flour, and you fought the urge to lean in and kiss him again. “We did it! They’re going to love these!” you said, beaming with pride.

In the midst of the floury chaos, you shared another sweet kiss, savoring the moment as it felt like time had stood still. Both of you beamed with joy, looking at the vast array of treats you had created together, and of course, there was still a bit of brownie batter on your noses. You couldn't help but laugh; the sight of him, with his bubbly spirit and warm smile, made your heart swell with affection.

Once the treats were cool enough to handle, you both carefully packed them into boxes adorned with cute decorations, ensuring that they looked just as delightful as they tasted. As you worked, you exchanged sweet glances and playful nudges, joyously reminiscing about the laughter and moments that had filled the night. This was more than just baking; it was a collection of laughs, touches, and stolen kisses that blended together into something beautiful.

As you placed the last of the cookies into a box, Felix wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I can’t wait to see their reactions,” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Me too! They’ll love knowing we did this for them,” you replied softly, leaning back into his comforting embrace.

Feeling content and happy, you both took a moment to just enjoy the scene around you—the mess of flour, the sweet treats, and most importantly, each other. You knew nights like these were rare gems that would only strengthen your bond. And as you both looked forward to sharing your creations with the rest of Stray Kids, you couldn’t help but feel that this was just the beginning of many more baking adventures, laughter-filled nights, and beautiful memories to come.

[jaywonjuice]

baking with enhypen 🥧✨

pairing: bf!enha x gn reader

warnings: sfw intimacy, physical contact, kissing, mentions of food

wc: 1k

a/n: some super warm and cozy domestic enha for you this sunday afternoon, i hope u enjoy :3 (i only write romantically for enha adult line !)

ೀ⋆heeseung

when you ask what he wants to make, hee immediately suggests coffee and walnut cake (he doesn’t even like coffee but he knows it’s your favourite)

gets himself told off for snacking on the crushed walnuts when you’re not looking. he grins mischievously at you, finding your exasperated expression endlessly cute, and resumes munching the second your back is turned again.

he slips his arms around your waist while you’re mixing the coffee cream, and rests his chin on your shoulder, kissing your neck softly. ‘hee, if you ever want to actually get to eat this cake do you maybe wanna help?’ you say, suppressing a smile. ‘mm-mm,’ he hums his refusal, earning an eye roll from you.

ೀ⋆jay

you just know that jay has to be out here choosing the most complicated and ambitious recipe ~ think sour cherry and pistachio danish.

he’s in the middle of rambling to you about how to get the compote a perfect gooey consistency, when you lean in quickly and give him a sudden kiss. you promptly return to looking at him expectantly to carry on, as if nothing had happened. he blinks, taken aback for a moment by the interruption, before smiling as he continues with what he was saying, detailing how absolutely *crucial* it is that everything be finished off with a brush of orange liqueur…

he loves to supervise from behind, watching over your shoulder as you roll out and fold the dough, using the excuse of ‘helping make sure you get it all even’ as he leans over you and places his bigger hands on top of yours, guiding their movements with his, causing your heart to race.

the danishes come out looking and smelling amazing, and as you stare at them, wide-eyed with excitement, jay can feel his heart swell with pride at you taking an interest in his favourite hobby.

ೀ⋆jake

jake insists on his auntie’s australian lamington recipe, enthusiastically declaring that he wants to make them for you to try because he loved them so much growing up ..’)

jake is the messiest chef, and he leaves the kitchen looking like a storm has just passed through - somehow he has managed to use last every cup, bowl, and utensil in the process of baking one little tray of cakes for you.

and of course he manages to get flour all over his face, and you laugh at his oblivious expression as he stares at you with big puppy eyes, confused why you’re laughing. he looks so adorable right now that you simply have to kiss him on his floury cheek.

later on, when the two of you are snuggled up on the sofa under a blanket watching your favourite show together, you realise you can still smell the sweet coconut scent from your baking escapade lingering on him when he leans in close.

ೀ⋆sunghoon

of course you and hoon are going to be making his favourite, tiramisu.

dusting the cocoa powder over the dessert tickles your nose and makes you sneeze like five times in a row, and hoon teases you about how cute your sneeze sounds for the rest of the morning.

he looks unbelievably fine stood there in front of you right now, you think to yourself, in his navy apron and pressed white shirt, brow furrowed slightly in concentration as he whisks mascarpone into a big mixing bowl. he looks up and catches you watching him, and your cheeks flush instantly.

the determined expression on your face as you grate chocolate over a bowl, sunghoon thinks, is maddeningly cute. before he can stop himself he’s reaching out to tuck a rogue lock of hair that has come loose back behind your ear. you don’t even have time to look up and meet his gaze properly before his lips are on yours.

ೀ⋆sunoo

together, the two of you are definitely on a mission to make this the prettiest strawberry lemon cake the world has ever seen.

his long fringe keeps falling into his eyes as he’s mixing up the buttercream, so he allows you to tie it up for him with a little hair band. you have to try *really* hard not to giggle or tease him about the way the little hair sprout wiggles side to side on top of his head as he vigorously whisks the cake mix.

while waiting for the cake to come out of the oven, you decide to check and see how it’s doing. as you open it up to take a peek, sunoo at your side wordlessly puts an arm around your waist, and instinctively you let your head rest on his shoulder. you feel an inexplicable surge of comfort in the warm moment. you stay and watch together quietly as the soft sponge of the cake rises steadily.

the decorating is his absolute favourite part, blushing when you compliment the way he delicately arranges thinly-sliced strawberries and freeze dried lemon pieces over the cake’s surface.

ೀ⋆jungwon

when jungwon suggests baking cinnamon rolls you can’t help yourself from laughing a little bit. ‘jungwon you literally are like, a cinnamon roll personified,’ you tease. he pouts, doing his best to look offended by your poking fun, but you can tell that really he’s enjoying it.

you had expected baked goods and jungwon to make an adorable combination, however, as you watch him now, with his hair pushed back and sleeves rolled roughly up, kneading the dough on the countertop, the muscles in his forearm flexing suddenly catch your eye and…. you feel the heat rise in your cheeks, flustered by the unexpected reminder of his surprising strength.

won holds up his complete decorated cinnamon roll for you to see, beaming proudly. as your eyes rest on the pastry, a smile plays on your lips. the surface is a little wonky, and icing is dripping unevenly round the sides, but it would be a lie to say that it doesn’t look delicious. you could tell how much care he’d put into making it. ‘for you,’ he tells you shyly. ‘it’s made with love.’

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[liver-f4ilure]

Recipes by Vivi: Lytkin Lava Cakes

WELCOME! This is requested by an ANON. And it’s inspired by: Nikita Lytkin!

-Ingredients-

3/4 cup Semi-sweet chocolate

1/2 cup unsalted butter

1/4 cup all purpose flour (LEVELED)

1/2 cup powdered sugar

1/8 TSP salt

2 large eggs

2 large egg YOLKS

-Instructions-

1. Spray half of a 12 cup muffin tin with non stick cooking spray and dust with cocoa powder. Preheat your oven to 425°F

2. Chop the chocolate into chunks and add into a medium microwaveable bowl, microwave in 10 second portions until smooth, stirring between each. Put aside

3. Sift together all the dry ingredients in a separate bowl until combined. In a small bowl whisk the egg and egg yolks together.

4. Pour and mix the eggs and flour mixture into the chocolate. Use a rubber spatula to gently mix until there are no clumps. (Batter will be thick-er)

5. Carefully spoon the batter into the muffin tins and bake for 8-10 minutes until the sides look firm, the tops will be soft!

6. After allowing the cakes to cool for 1min take the cakes out the tin carefully use a spoon and flip them upside down on a plate! From here you can garnish with powdered sugar, berries, ice cream or chocolate syrup!

Enjoy!

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I don’t cndone.

-Vivi