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CinnaVanilla: 2.5 Home is Where The Heart Is

Contains : Mentions of food and slightly unhealthy eating habits, reader cries (she’s a crybaby chat)

This is mostly just filler and backstory so you don’t have to read it, but if you’re antsy and waiting for another chapter hopefully this is good enough. dont worry, I’ll be getting back to Sevika soon

Vander and Silco’s house is like every cartoon grandparents house. The old men always have a fire burning and a record playing no matter the time of year. The house is always filled with some kind of emotion, be it laughter in the kitchen, love in the bedrooms, or heartbreak at the door and for you it’s become a kind of anchor in the storm of moving to a unfamiliar place to start your own business. Truth is when you first moved to this town, you struggled to adjust. You were anxious, barely sleeping and stressed the hell out.

That daily stress trippled when you watched two young girls crash through your bakery’s front door. Frantically, a young,tomboyish pink haired one asked “We need to use your restroom,please it’s an emergency Miss” You initially assumed it was just a bathroom emergency and pointed them to the restroom down the hall. You went about your business until moments later a sheriff from the next town over busts in. You jump at the intrusion, still new and weary of conflict. However you noticed everyone in the shop was suddenly on edge, pearls clutched and conversations halted, and that told you all you needed to know. You fix your face and throw on your best award winning smile. “How can i help you, officer?”

the pi- man in blue turned to you, face upturned in prestige. “listen sweetheart” eugh. “we saw two brats run through this street, know anything about it?” You place your hand on your chin in false thought “Why.. I think I saw two girls with the strangest hair colors running just past here not long ago. does that help officer?” You lie, putting all your drama class skills to use. You fight off a giggle as you watch him run out the door swiftly, nearly tripping over himself in the proccess.

Once the man leaves, you walk down to the bathroom door and knock lightly. “He’s gone, girls. but you both have some explaining to do.” You say in your normal tone, stepping back and watching two snickering girls walk out. they couldnt be older than 10-11, “Where are you two’s parents hm? I can’t imagine they know you’re hiding from the police in random bathrooms?” The girls look even more confused at the mention of their parents, as if surpised you dont know, the pink one speaks up “our godfathers run the bar up the street…?” She says as if it’s common knowledge, it probably was. It’s not like you had a lot of freetime to get acquainted with everyone (you’re still trying to win over that grumpy farm girl). Before you can try to recall the “Bar” the pink haired girl mentioned, the blue girl pipes up “Vi! Wait this is the new baker girl! The one Sevika was talking about?” Realization sets in on both girls faces but is quickly replaced with excitement. “Do you bake everything fresh the day of?” “What’s the hardest pastry to make?” “Have you ever tried to make a triple layered cake like in the movies?” “What’s gluten? And is it in your cookies cause papa says I’m not allowed to have any if.-“

Suddenly what was supposed to be a quick interrogation to find these kids parents turns into an overwhelming Q&A. Any other time you’d love to sit around with these two girls and discuss baking, recipes and techniques. But right now, it’s getting closer and closer to rush hour and your second batch is nowhere near done. You let out a tired sigh and interrupt the girls, “listen cuties, I love your enthusiasm but I really can’t chat..why don’t you head back to your dad’s place and if you catch me on a better day, we can talk all you want.” The girls look disapointed but understand, you send them home with two cookies but not before checking the street to make sure the coast was clear.

You thought that was the end, you finished up the day exhausted and sore. Limping towards the door only to see a pair of large men, one tall and lanky, the other even taller and wider. You feel your heart drop to your ass as they open the door you forgot to lock after the last customer ‘this is probably the easiest robbery they’ve ever had..’ you curse your past forgetful self. You got too comfortable with this small town charm and now you’re gonna die or get all your money and food stolen or- “excuse us, ma’am..I’m Vander and this is Silco” the larger man speaks up, you slightly relax at the man’s warm tone.

“Word on the town is our daughters ran through here and caused quite a stir with some cops in the town over. We just wanted to apologize for the trouble and-” so these must be the godparents, thank god. “Oh- uhm yeah! I apologize, I would’ve walked them home myself or even called you to come get them but I’m afraid I had no idea who you were..which is really my fault I should make a better effort to get to know the people in this town or atleast the other shopkeepers, so far the only person I’ve tried to talk to is my neighbor and she doesn’t seem that interested, but maybe that’s my fault for assuming. I guess she could be a strong but silent type or-” Your nervous and embarassing rambling is cut off by a snicker from Silco, Vander elbows him and starts to speak again “I’m sure it’s difficult settle into a town like this, especially while running this place all own your own. Trust me, no one here is judging you. We just wanted to thank you and bring you some leftovers.” He pulls out a medium sized Tupperware bowl. “Oh..I couldn’t, It was really no big deal..” you say, feeling guilty. you just met these people, you can’t take their food.

“No, really we insist. If you don’t take it, it’ll just spoil” Vander insists again, you smile gratefully and take the bowl. It’s warm, and as small as the gesture is, you think you might cry. This is the first real meal you’ve had in days that isn’t microwaved, and the first human interaction you’ve had in weeks that isn’t transactional and-

“Is she- ma’am are you crying?” Silco speaks finally, confused and partially amused. You realize the feeling of warm tears running down your face, you wipe them quickly.

“I’m sorry, this is so embarrassing but you don’t know how much I’ve needed this but thank you so much.” You say, shyly avoiding eye contact.

Vander speaks again, somehow even softer and kinder than before, “No need to apologize, we’ve been all been the new kid before. You’ll find your footing eventually, especially if you keep lying to cops for strangers.” You laugh a little at that.

“Until then, our door is always open.”

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CinnaVanilla: The Date

contains: swearing, reader almost cries, food mentions, mostly fluff

You’re a goddamn mess, trying not to leave sweat stains all over your brand new sun dress. You’re trying not cry as your hair refuses to cooperate, your makeup is scattered across your sink, you haven’t even begun to think about what shoes you’re gonna wear…all the while the clock ticks slowly toward 12:00.

After your cute confession moment outside of Vander and Silco’s place, Sevika offered to take you out on a date before you discussed doing anything further. A real gentlewoman. Originally, Sevika offered to take you out on a date to one of the nicest restuarants in town, a fancy overpriced steakhouse. You almost laughed in her face, while you appreciated the gesture, you would’ve rather prefered something small and intimate. Which led to Sevika inviting you to a picnic in the flower field on her farm. You were so excited, you’ve been on your fair share of picnics since moving to town but most of them were while you were babysitting Powder and Vi. It didn’t matter what you wore cause you’d probably be covered in dirt and crumbs by the end of it. The shoes you would choose would just be the most comfortable walking shoes, it was all so simple.

the clock strikes 11:55 and you hear your doorbell ring, “fuck me…” you mutter. Rushing down the stairs, and swinging the door open. The sight in front of you almost knocks you out. Sevika, clad in a plaid button down shirt, and (what looks to be brand new) a pair of denim overalls. Her hair is pulled back into a low ponytail, and she’s got this stunned look on her face as she stares down at you, like she’s completely lost all the thoughts in her mind. You feel embarassed, thinking your messy appearance has stunned her into silence. Sevika clears her throat and begins to speak, “you look…you look so beautiful, doll..I feel a little underdressed now” she chuckles at the last part of sentence, then you see them. A boquet of your favourite flowers, *did she pick them herself?* Sevika notices your gaze and suddenly remembers what she came for, “oh..yeah, they’re not as fancy as the flowers from the shop but you metioned you really liked this kind and I-“ She’s cut off as you press a light peck to her cheek and take the flowers from her hand.

“They’re beautiful, Sevi. Thank you.” You say, smiling at her, fighting back a giggle when you see the starstruck look on her face. “Come in and sit down, I’m almost ready..well kinda, I just need to finish my hair, find my shoes..oh and I shoud probably put these in water, which means I’ll have to find a vase and..” you begin to ramble, but Sevika just smiles and assures you there is no rush. “The field isn’t going anywhere, sweetheart take your time.” god how did you get so lucky

You end up leaving at 12:15, luckily the walk isn’t long. You both approach a picnic table that wasn’t there the last time you came to visit…did she build it herself?

On the table, theres a pitcher of lemonade along with your favourite snacks and side dishes. There’s one empty space, you place down the fresh batch of cookies you made. Cinnamon Vanilla, her favourite (and it’s kinda growing on you too ngl).

You sit down and Sevika sits across from you, the walk to the table was silent. But not in the way you both usually enjoy, this silence was scary. Neither of you knew what to say, too nervous to say something stupid or embarasssing or just boring. You clear your throat and reach for the lemonade pitcher, your hands shaking from how nervous you are and how heavy the bottle is. Before you know it the bottle is tilting all on it’s own, and ice cold lemonade is spilling all over your and brand new dress.

You think you might cry, how do you keep fucking up? You’re ready for the ground to open up and swallow you when you hear snickering from across the table. You look up and see Sevika, terribly holding in a laugh. You want to be mad, you want to jump across this picnic table and splash her as well, but her laugh. It’s so geniune, and carefree. She laughs with her entire body, shoulders slumped over the table and moving up and down. You think she might pass out from how hard she’s laughing, she even bangs her hand on the table a few times. “oh this is funny to you?” You say, trying to stay upset but her laughter is also contagious and you can’t help but crack a smile. “i’m— pfft! I’m so sorry” Sevika sputters out, trying to pull herself together but it just makes her laugh harder.

“You should’ve seen your face, sweetheart! You look like someone shot you” She continues to laugh and even wheeze while pointing her finger at you. how cute childish can she get?!

oh you’ll show her something funny alright…

You reach for one of the bottles of water on the side of the table while Sevika keeps laughing, you unscrew the cap and dump the whole bottle on her. Sevika immediately shoots up, her laughing ceased as she moves her hand to protect her from the cold liquid sliding all over her. Now you get what she found so funny, she looks like a cat that’s never touched water. “oh fuck you..” She responds, taking the bottle from your hands and glaring.

Despite your ruined dress, you’re actually quite grateful for the chaos. Both of you are less on edge and tease eachother endlessly for the rest of picnic (which was cut short because your dress was sticky from the lemonade).

You spent the rest of the evening cuddled up on your couch with Sevika, watching a movie. Both of you in dry clothes and Apollo curled in your laps.

(divider credits @anitalenia)

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would y’all be interested in a CinnaVanilla part 2? or would you prefer it stay a oneshot?🫣

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do you guys actually fuck with needy femmes? femmes that wake up from a nightmare at 3am and scramble for their phone because they immediately need to call and hear your voice? femmes that text 'i miss you' and 'where'd you go :(' when you leave the chat for two minutes? femmes that reply as soon as they see your notification? femmes that send 17 messages in a row? femmes that can't cum without you talking them through it? femmes that need to always be touching you? that get sad when you have to leave the house without them? that need extra comfort from you when they're sad or crying? that wonder if you're mad at them if you forget to put your hand on their thigh in the car or open the door for them? that can't cum if they're worried you're bored, so you always have to come up for air from between their thighs to tell them 'take your time' and 'i promise i'm enjoying this'? that tell you they miss you every second you're not there? that wonder what you'd think of something at any given point? that feel disappointed when you don't send them a photo of yourself that day? that can't take a shower without you sitting outside the curtain? that can't go to the kitchen for food unless you're following? femmes that can't sleep without you? that pretend like you're there watching over them and holding them every time they fall asleep alone? that constantly ask what you're up to? that cant do anything without thinking of you? that whine when you drop their hand for a second to do something? that always need to share your food? femmes who, the moment you entered their life, became obsessed? do you fuck with needy, clingy, overbearing, obsessive, high maintenance femmes? do you really rea-

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Sevika x Sensitive!Reader

Cw: slight anxiety attack, crying, hurt/comfort, swearing , established relationship

(also i didn’t proofread this- sorry)

It started out as one joke. Lighthearted and teasing, you even let out a geniune laugh. However one joke became two, until your whole friendgroup seems to be adding in their own version of the joke. Suddenly it didn’t feel like a tease, it felt like an attack. An attack on you, on the self esteem you work so hard to build. Next thing you know you’re not sitting at the last drop giggling with your friends, now you’re a kid again and everyone’s laughing at you for some joke you’ll never be apart of. You know this is crazy, it’s not half as big of a deal as you’re making it in your head but the sinking pit in your stomach and the pain in your throat make it feel like your fighting a war. And you are losing…terribly. Despite the feeling of all your insecurities attacking you at once, you keep an amused look on your face the whole night. It’s not everyone else’s fault you can’t handle a little joke, why ruin the mood cause you’re a crybaby?

You walk into you and Sevika’s shared apartment later that night, exhausted and ready to collapse. You kick your shoes off and allow your mind to relax or try to relax. Instead the only thing on repeat is that joke, was it a joke? Do they actually feel that way and tried to hide it with humour? You’ve never been great with expressions and social cues, maybe they all secretly hate you and this is their way of showing it? You feel hot tears begin to fall down your face and your chest starts to feel a little too tight. You hardly notice the sound of footsteps as you press your back against the door, trying to find anything to support you as your legs start to shake.

“Baby?…” a voice calls out, Sevika, her voice tired and groggy. God you probably woke her up with all this crying. “Oh love, what’s going on?” The sound of concern is evident in her voice, when you finally open your eyes to look at her all you can feel is guilt. She looks like she’s just woken up and here you are sobbing on the floor…the thought makes you cry harder. Why can’t you just pull it together already? You feel her arms wrap around you as she hushes you soothingly, “It’s alright, beautiful. I’m here, you’re safe.” She repeats this phrase along with a few more loving affirmations as she feels your body begin to relax and your breathes return to normal. She pulls away after a few more moments, giving you some space to collect your thoughts. You look at Sevika, then down at the floor slightly embarassed.

This isn’t the first time she’s seen you like this, living together has it’s ups and downs and you’ve both seen your fair share of breakdowns. Despite this, you can’t help but feel like you were doing too much. “Sorry about all that, I dont…i dont know where that came from..” You say, hoping that you can just brush past it fat chance.

Sevika looks completely unconvinced, “Sweetheart, that didn’t come out of nowhere.” She leaves no room for arguement, there is no malice or anger but no humour either. She says your name softly, gazing at you with a pleading look in her eyes. “Hun..you’ve been doing so much better lately, especially with talking these things out. We don’t need to talk about it right now but dont shut me out..please” goddamn it, that face, her voice..you never stood a chance. “Ok…but can I change first? I need to get out of these clothes” You say, breaking eye contact before her eyes make you do anything else.

You crawl into bed with sevika a few moments later, now in much more comfortable clothes. Sevika places her book down and turns her attention to you, at first you say nothing opting to curl into her arms instead. She smiles at how adorable you look, much more relaxed and those pesky tears tracks gone. You tell her everything, the joke and how it felt. The insecurity that followed and how it became too much too quickly. Her heart breaks when you look at her and ask if she feels the same way, “I won’t be mad if you do, i just..I feel stupid I guess. Like there’s this big joke everyone but me is in on…” you trail off as you feel her grip tighten, as if she could lose you to your own thoughts. “Baby look at me,” you do.

“None of that is true, not even close and none of your friends feel that way. I know you don’t want to kill the mood but you have to say something when you feel like this, I know they wouldn’t want you feeling this way either.” Her tone is firm but gentle, you know she’s right.

“I know, it’s just scary..I don’t want to make everyone stop having fun to cater to my fragile ass ego-“ “you are not fragile, not even close. But you are human, and humans feel and you feel especially deep. That’s nothing to be ashamed or embarassed of.” She takes her hand and places it on your chest “I love your heart, you’re so passionate and empathetic, so what if you cry a little harder or get worked up a little easier? That doesn’t make you fragile, it makes you extraordinary.” You feel tears well up in your eyes and you bury your face in the crook of her neck, “god Sev, quit sweet talking me or I’m gonna start crying again.” You say, giggling as she hugs you tightly one more time.

“Cry all you need baby, I’ve got you”

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CinnaVanilla

Farmer!Sevika x Baker Fem! Reader

‘You have got to be kidding meeee’

The agitated thought slips into your mind as you hear the bell to your bakery door ring. Initially, you perked up at the sound, you love your customer base. It’s hard not to, a beautiful small southern town. Everyone’s got sweet, honey-like accents and enough warmth to get you through the longest winters. It’s much different from the city you grew up in, loud, rushing and harsh. It took a while to get used to the southern charm around but you consider yourself pretty well accustomed to it now.

However, even the sweetest orchard has its share of rotten apples (a phrase the pretty cowgirl from next door taught you) and these rotten apples seem to be drawn to your shop for some reason. You watch as a familiar middle-aged couple walks in, plastering on your usual welcoming smile, you turn to them “Welcome in y’all! You back for more samples?” This couple has been planning their “Vow Renewal” for some weeks now and have decided that they simply must have your cakes at the party. Which normally is great, lots of business and cakes are your second favorite pastry to bake (cookies being your favorite). But it’s not great, because for some reason this couple can’t seem to decide on a flavor so they’re in here every Saturday.. taste testing, poking, prodding and taking up valuable time that can be spent on actual paying customers. Even worse, Saturdays are one of your busiest days, half the town is off work and the other half takes their lunch break right around the time the Smiths (your new favorite couple) decide to come in for their tastings.

This leads to you bouncing around all over your cafe, from constantly checking on the smiths, to taking orders at the counter, to preparing and serving orders, to checking on others sitting around to.. well it’s safe to say that Saturdays are your busiest days. Days that end with you cuddling with Apollo (your adorable, emotional support pitbull) and watching a corny rom-com. But here’s a secret that stays just between you and Apollo…deep down you love Saturdays. Not because of the rush of business that you get although that certainly doesn't hurt. Not because you close early on Weekends. Not even because the kind old Bartender, Vander, next door invites you to dinner with his family each Saturday evening (but it’s very close). It’s because once the Smiths leave, and you wipe the counter off for the last time, and you begin to turn off all the ovens and lights, you hear your door ring one last time…and in walks a tall, broad-shouldered, sweaty, cowgirl with a grin on features.

Sevika…

Sevika who came to this town a few years before you. Sevika who all but refuses to talk about her hometown. Sevika who may seem stand-offish at first glance but after a batch of your homemade chocolate chunk cookies opened right up. Sevika who always brings Apollo treats when she stops by for your late-night gossip sessions and early-morning strolls. Sevika who, despite her aloof exterior, cares so much...almost too a fault. Sevika, who insists on walking you home on weekdays when you close later in the evening. Sevika who always nags you for not hiring more help for the shop. Sevika is the hypocrite who works herself to death on that farm by herself. Sevika who you’ve caught knocked out in the stables not once but twice. Sevika who you can’t help but smile at as you drag her tired ass back home and tuck her in. Sevika who you’ve been in love with for a year and will never tell because you’d never risk the bond you two have built. More than friends but not quite lovers.

(When you told Vander that part, he let out a hearty laugh and said “Sounds more like your own personal hell but to each their own, I guess.” Curse him and his old gay man wisdom)

“You about ready to go?” Sevika asks, settling into a chair closest to the counter as you continue cleaning. You and she walked over to Vander and Silco’s house every night to enjoy their family dinner and game nights. Sevika says she only does it so that she doesn’t have to bring a gift (she takes credit for the pastries you bring to dinner every time) but everyone but you knows it’s because she’s completely whipped for and can’t help but follow you around like a lost puppy.

“I’m almost finished, I just gotta pack the cookies for tonight and I’ll be ready,” you say eyes searching for a box, you pretend not to notice the way Sevika lights up. Your cookies have always been her favorite but she pretends to be indifferent to all your baking. “Yeah? What kind?” She says, trying to sound unbothered but you know how eager she is. You slide her one of your “Cinnamon Vanilla” cookies on a napkin and put the rest of them in a to-go box.

By the time you reach the door, Sevika has devoured the cookie and throws the crumpled napkin away into the trash. Neither you nor Sevika are particularly chatty people but that changes the minute you two get around each other, your walks are spent chatting and joking sometimes complaining. Today, however, they’re spent bickering. “I don't see why you won't just hire some help, you're running yourself ragged doing this all by yourself, doll” Sevika drags her hand through her short hair, you don't see why she’s stressing herself out over your problems..So what if you don't want some inexperienced rando running around the shop you worked so hard to create? “You just don’t get it, Sev. You don't let anyone work on your farm and I’ve caught you passed out and exhausted more times than I can count” The truth is it was only twice but no one needs to know that.

As you approach the door to Vander and Silco’s house, you can hear the chaos from the inside of the house, Vander’s godchildren, Powder and Violet. The two girls are always getting into some kind of trouble, either with each other or with the rest of town. You’ve lost count of how many times they’ve come running into your shop to hide from some bar owner or god forbid a cop they’ve pissed off. Before you can knock, Sevika grabs your hand softly and turns you toward her. You hadn’t realized how close your bodies were until then, your eyes slowly dragged over her figure. From her chiseled biceps to her strong, broad shoulders (slightly scarred from carrying stacks of wood on them all day) to her beautiful face, the face you see when you close your eyes at night. And oh god her eyes… it’s like there's a whole other world in them, they’re your favorite thing about her. She’s so expressive with them, she thinks she can mask her emotions well but anyone who knows her knows her eyes can never keep a secret. You feel your whole body freeze as you stare into them, a look of sincerity on her face. “Listen” her voice is low, her grip has moved from your hand to your upper arm “I don’t want to tell you what to do or how to run your business. But I hate seeing you so tired, and lately, that’s all you’ve been, sugar. I just figured if you got some help around the shop, then maybe I’d see that bubbly little baker girl that I miss so much.” The last part comes out more like a confession, and you feel your heartbeat pick up. No one’s ever cared that much, and suddenly you feel your body throw caution to the wind.

You press a soft kiss to Sevika’s lips before you have a chance to realize what you’re doing. Sevika makes a surprised sound against your lips before relaxing and wrapping another hand around your waist, pulling you into her more as the kiss becomes more passionate. “OH GOD YUCK!” You hear a squeaky voice shout, you and Sevika immediately pull apart to see a disgusted powder at the door…you must not have heard it open. “Oh, shit-“ you curse yourself “Sorry pow-pow, I brought cookies!” You say trying to lighten the mood and erase the embarrassment from tonight, reaching in your bag you pull out the box and give it to the young girl.

Powder glares at you both before taking the cookies and walking inside, as you’re about to follow her Sevika grabs your hand one last time and whispers in your ear

“You’re not off the hook yet, Pumpkin..let’s talk after dinner”

(this is my first time writing but I couldn’t get this idea out of my head)

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i miss sevika, i wish she would come home (the fictional place in my mind with our fictional pets and children)