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sturniphone · 11 days ago

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── ⌗ older!matt . . . bunny!reader

❛ what bunny and matt eat in a week ❜

this is just my ideas <3 obviously you may not like everything but this is just for fun and cute !! let me know if I spelt all these foods right because some of them where tricky

೨౿ monday °˖◝

breakfast .ᐟ matt’s got crispy bacon, soft scrambled eggs with chives, buttery sourdough toast, and a big mug of black coffee he downs like medicine. bunny eats a little fruit cup with kiwi flowers and pink strawberries, her bunny spoon dipped into coconut yogurt while she swings her feet.

lunch .ᐟ matt opens the bento she made him—rice pandas, tamagoyaki, octopus sausages, and a tiny note: ❝eat up or no kisses.❞ she’s across town poking at an overpriced kale & sesame salad, sipping an iced strawberry matcha with her headphones in.

dinner (matt cooks) .ᐟ miso-glazed salmon, sticky white rice, cucumber salad with sesame oil and chili flakes. he plates hers extra neatly. she claps when she sees it.

night snack .ᐟ she’s curled on his chest, fuzzy socks on, half-asleep while he feeds her peeled tangerine segments. there’s a hello kitty marshmallow on the side of her plate. because of course.

೨౿ tuseday °˖◝

breakfast .ᐟ matt’s got his usual—avocado toast with lemon zest, a perfect poached egg, cracked pepper on top, and an espresso he pretends doesn’t taste bitter. bunny has mini waffles with a honey drizzle, blueberries lined up in neat little rows, and a glass of pink milk with a bendy straw.

lunch .ᐟ matt’s eating a shrimp tempura bento she packed, complete with hand-carved radish flowers and a little flag that says ❝go matt!❞ she’s balancing half a mochi donut on a napkin, sipping iced matcha from a mason jar with stickers all over the lid.

dinner (matt cooks) .ᐟ creamy garlic tuscan chicken pasta, grilled zucchini ribbons on the side, and warm basil focaccia he tore by hand. she twirls her fork and calls him chef. he blushes but hides it.

night snack .ᐟ she’s in his lap feeding him strawberry pocky one bite at a time until he caves and rubs her back, muttering, ❝spoiled little bunny.❞ she just grins.

೨౿ wednesday °˖◝

breakfast .ᐟ crispy bacon, buttery eggs, golden hashbrowns, and a tall americano he drinks while reading the news on his phone. bunny’s breakfast is cuter: a bunny-shaped rice ball with a seaweed smile and a cup of strawberry yogurt she eats with her favorite tiny spoon.

lunch .ᐟ matt’s gets delivered with a kiss—mini onigiri tucked into lettuce cups, crispy karaage bites, pickled radish hearts, and cold soba with dipping sauce in a pink thermos. she munches on a matcha konbini snack, sipping strawberry lemonade with a paper straw she chewed too much.

dinner (matt cooks) .ᐟ diy sushi night. spicy tuna rolls, cucumber maki, avocado nigiri lined up like a little parade. she’s in his apron, giggling, rice in her hair. he kisses soy sauce off her cheek and calls her trouble.

night snack .ᐟ sweet tamago slices eaten cross-legged on the couch, her fingers sticky, laughter spilling as he feeds her the last bite just to watch her smile.

೨౿ thursday °˖◝

breakfast .ᐟ matt makes himself a mushroom and gruyere omelette, crisp edges folded just right, with a warm baguette slice and coffee so strong it could fuel a meeting. bunny has banana slices with little peanut butter hearts she dotted on herself and a sprinkle of cinnamon because matt says it’s good for her.

lunch .ᐟ his lunch is packed with care: a thick katsu sandwich, crunchy slaw tucked in foil, and a single matcha cookie shaped like a clover.she picks at a lychee jelly snack first, then eats her overpriced caesar salad with extra garlic puffs while texting him pictures of her fork mid-air.

dinner (matt cooks) .ᐟ beef short rib ramen simmered all afternoon, broth rich and deep. he tops it with jammy eggs, scallions, and a little swirl of chili oil just how she likes it. she slurps it dramatically and he wipes a noodle splash off her nose with a grin.

night snack .ᐟ a cold melona bar in bed, the cartoon playing low while she’s curled up in his hoodie, toes pressed to his leg. he holds the wrapper so her hands stay warm.

೨౿ friday °˖◝

breakfast .ᐟ matt eats egg-in-a-hole, golden and perfect in the center, with a matcha shot she made him take like it’s medicine. he grimaced. she giggled. her plate’s stacked with mochi pancakes, whipped cream clouds on top and a syrup heart she carefully drew with the back of a spoon.

lunch .ᐟ his bento is adorable: panda-shaped rice balls, glazed tofu bites, and peach gummies she hid in the corner. he pretends not to notice them until the end. she sips miso soup from a thermos and pokes at her salmon salad like it personally offended her. she ends up eating most of his gummies later.

dinner (fancy date night) .ᐟ they dress up. skyline restaurant. he orders the wine. she orders a rose lychee spritz and holds his hand under the table. duck confit for him, sushi omakase for her. they share everything. dessert comes in a glass dish—yuzu sorbet with tiny gold flakes. he tips too much. she kisses his cheek in the elevator.

night snack .ᐟ they eat fancy chocolate in the car. she’s in his lap, legs tucked up, giggling against his neck while he feeds her pieces like she’s royalty.

೨౿ saturday °˖◝

breakfast .ᐟ matt cracks into soft-boiled eggs, dipping buttered toast soldiers with military precision. cappuccino in hand, glasses on, morning paper half-read. she has a flaky croissant with raspberry jam, fingers sticky and smiling. her hot vanilla milk steams beside her in a bunny mug.

lunch .ᐟ a shared picnic on the balcony or park grass. prosciutto, cheese slices, buttery crackers, strawberries cut into hearts, and clinking kombucha bottles. she eats off his plate. he lets her.

dinner (matt cooks) .ᐟ korean bbq night at home. sizzling sliced ribeye, ssam wraps with garlic and rice, spicy kimchi, sauce on her cheek. she builds their bites like love letters. he eats every one.

night snack .ᐟ peach gummy cups peeled open with sleepy fingers. spoonfuls of nutella, smeared across mouths and noses, passed between giggles and lazy kisses.

೨౿ sunday °˖◝

(date day!)

coffee shop hop itinerary .ᐟ stop one: lavender matcha latte, light and floral, topped with a dried rose petal. she gets a mochi muffin, squishy and soft with strawberry bits—takes a photo before every bite. matt gets a plain americano, but steals bites of hers when she’s distracted.

stop two: brown sugar oat latte with extra foam for her, miso butter toast for them to share. the toast is thick-cut milk bread, crispy on the outside, melting with savory-sweet miso butter. he gives her the corner piece—her favorite—without asking.

stop three: strawberry milk tea, extra boba, and a melon pan that’s still warm. they sit at a tiny table outside. he breaks the bread open so the steam escapes. she feeds him the soft inside and keeps the crispy crust for herself.

dinner .ᐟ matt roasts lemon thyme chicken till the skin crisps golden and the meat pulls apart easy. garlic smashed potatoes with browned butter, parsley, and a bit too much salt—just how she likes them. carrots sliced into rosettes, tossed with honey and roasted until candy-sweet. she sets the table with bunny coasters and folded napkins shaped like ears. he pulls out her chair. they eat by candlelight, sharing bites across the table and wiping sauce off each other’s mouths.

night snack .ᐟ a bowl of caramel candies warmed in her palms. she feeds him one between kisses, fingers sticky. he licks the sugar from her fingertips and hums. ❝you spoil me, bunny.❞ ❝you make me full.❞ ❝full of what?❞ ❝you.❞

⋆˚꩜｡ lola talks . . . I expect this to flop >: I did't know how to lay this out grr !! wasn't on my posting schedule but got a couple of asks about it and already had it made.. I basically looked up fancy sounding shit and went on pinterest (yes I got hungry !!)

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fear-is-truth · 8 months ago

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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐘 . . . hc .ᐟ franken! 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑

loves it when you let him play with your hair. you’ll settle between his legs while he brushes your hair with painstaking care, occasionally fumbling with the brush but always being so mindful of not to hurt you.

walking through the academy’s gardens together, hand-in-hand. you both enjoy the peace of being outside, and he gets this soft, happy look on his face whenever you stop to point out pretty flowers or birds.

kyle adores cuddling, even if he doesn’t always know how to initiate it. you’ll often find him sitting awkwardly, staring at you with big puppy-dog eyes, waiting for you to give him the cue. once you did, he’s like a giant teddy bear, resting his head on your shoulder while you stroke his back, and he lets out soft sighs of contentment.

you love introducing him to animated films, especially disney / dreamworks. he’s fascinated by the visuals and gets emotionally invested in the plot, his face lighting up during funny moments and his brows furrowing during sad ones.

in the beginning, kyle hates the idea of baths, tensing up visibly whenever the subject is brought up. but over time, with gentle encouragement and lots of trust, he finally lets you help him. you make sure it’s a calm, safe experience, filling the tub with warm water and bath salts. eventually, he starts to relax, especially when you sit by the tub and talk to him quietly or wash his hair with slow, soothing strokes.

one evening, you decide to put on some music, and to your surprise, kyle awkwardly holds out his hand, asking you to dance. you take his hand and sway together in the room, his arms gently wrapped around your waist. he’s naturally not the best dancer, but he’s trying for you, and you both end up giggling and stumbling around.

super clingy in the mornings. he’ll wrap his arms around you in bed and bury his face in your neck, refusing to let you get up.

on rainy days, kyle loves nothing more than cuddling up with you under a blanket while listening to the soft patter of raindrops outside. you’ll both lay there for hours, tangled together, sharing a nap or two. you’ll rest your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat while he strokes your hair.

kyle gets this childlike joy whenever the seasons change, and fall is his favourite. you’ll take him outside, and he’ll stand watching as you make the leaves swirl with a flick of your hand. eventually, he joins in, clumsily chasing you and throwing handfuls of leaves in the air.

he loves the first snowfall of the year. he’ll pull you outside, even if it’s freezing, and spin you around in the snow, his eyes wide with excitement. he’ll try catching snowflakes on his tongue.

you’ve slowly re-introduced kyle to things like making hot chocolate or folding laundry, and while he’s still a little clumsy with these tasks, you can see how proud he is when he gets it right. you always praise him with a gentle kiss on the cheek, and he beams so huge :)

when the weather gets colder, the two of you a build blanket nest together in your room at the academy. you’ll spend hours just cuddling, surrounded with pillows, stuffed animals and blankets, wrapped in each other’s warmth. sometimes, you read books to him, and he leans his chin on your shoulder, completely immersed.

on chilly mornings, you and kyle love making hot cocoa together. you’ll stand side by side in the kitchen, stirring mugs of cocoa while he sneakily tries to steal marshmallows from the bag. once it’s ready, you both curl up on the couch, sharing a blanket and sipping your drinks while watching the frost gather on the windows.

when you can’t sleep, kyle will follow you to the kitchen for late-night snacks. you’ll both raid the fridge together, making little sandwiches or grabbing cookies. kyle will sit on the counter while you talk softly about nothing in particular, and he always offers to share whatever snack he’s holding.

kyle loves being the big spoon, wrapping his arms around you protectively while you sleep. sometimes, though, he’ll wake up in the middle of the night and switch positions, laying his head on your chest and curling up into you. either way, he always makes sure he’s touching you somehow.

he has this adorable habit of gently cupping your face with both hands and staring at you with wide, loving eyes. sometimes he just wants to admire you, thumbs brushing your cheeks, as if he’s in awe of how lucky he is to have you. even though he doesn’t talk often, his eyes tell you everything.

he’ll awkwardly bring you flowers he picked from the academy garden (sometimes with dirt still on them), or he’ll fumble when trying to do something sweet, like clumsily putting on your jacket for you.

#kyle spencer x reader #kyle spencer #american horror story #ahs #ahs coven #Kyle Spencer fluff #kyle spencer headcanons #franken kyle #evan peters #Ahs Season 3

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mxtantrights · 7 months ago

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Jason todd actually loves the holidays. But he has a hard time letting anyone know that. He's dealt with some tough shit. Death by joker, reincarnation by Ra's.

He didn't think that the holidays would be a thing for him. Why would it be? He has so much blood on his hands. Too much. He tries his best but sometimes it isn't good enough. He's no hero.

"Jay can you pass me the marshmallows?" you ask

He gets out of his thoughts. He reaches for the bag next to him and hands it to you. You thank him and continue on.

You're putting together your famous hot chocolate. He's never had it before. He met you in the early spring. Well he met you in late winter but you two weren't that close.

So as the seasons changed and you went from friends to something a bit more to a fully realized relationship, he found himself here. With you in the middle of winter.

About to try your version of hot chocolate.

It had all the works from what he can tell. He had the grocery list you sent him for the drink. Chocolate syrup, hot chocolate packets, big marshmallows, a bag of mini peppermints, and some of the sweet biscoff cookies.

He watches you work from near the oven, your back turned to him a bit. You pour the hot chocolate over the marshmallows in both cups. Then you swirl the syrup over that.

"Bub, can you break the peppermint for me?" you ask.

Jason, with a big smile on his face, grabs the bag of peppermints. He unravels about ten before you tell him it's more than enough. Then he places them in a ziplock bag. He reaches into the kitchen drawer to his side and pulls out the hammer.

Then he's carefully hacking at the candy. You watch him with a smile on your face. His tongue is peeking out of his mouth a bit from keeping concentration on the task at hand.

"Good?" he asks, then he lifts his head up.

You nod and he hands you the bag. You open it up and try to equally empty it over the two cups. Once the bag is empty you leave it on the counter.

Then you grab both mugs by the handles. You bring them over to Jason on the other side of the kitchen island. He takes the one in your left hand. But he waits for you to take your sip before he takes his.

His eyebrows go up. "Woah."

"Wait wait wait, hold on." you say.

You're quick to open the cookie bag. You hand him a biscoff. He watches as you take one of your own and dip it into the drink. He follows your move. Both of you take a bite of the cookie at the same time.

"Oh my god." he says with his mouth full.

You laugh, "I know. It's pretty great."

"How'd you figure out all of this tasted good together?" he asks.

You finish chewing and then take a sip. You put the mug down.

"My granny who isn't supposed to eat sweets, she told me this is the reason why. She had this every day when she was my age. Got lots of cavities and temporary allergic reaction to peppermint." you explain.

"Oh?"

You snicker, "She still drinks it every Christmas though. Whenever I come over and make it. You can have your second when she comes to visit."

"Introducing me to your granny, huh?" he teases.

You nod, "I plan on locking you down pretty quickly."

Jason smiles, and he doesn't know it but he also blushes. A red tint on his neck and his cheeks. You can't help to laugh at that. He takes another sip of his hot chocolate.

Yeah, he really loves the holidays. He loves you more.

#dc #Jason todd #dc blurbs #Jason todd blurb #Jason todd imagine #Jason todd x reader #dc x reader #dc imagine

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daycare-care · 1 month ago

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FNAF themed activity set!

Coloring pages

Activity sheets

Quests:

Freddy’s Showtime Set-Up

Story: Freddy’s going on stage tonight, but the band’s stuff is all missing! Quest:

Gather toy instruments or draw them.

Line up your plushies like a band (Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, etc.).

Put on a mini “concert” — dance, sing, or play a music video for them.

Extra: Make tickets or posters for the show!

Bonnie’s Guitar Hunt

Story: Bonnie lost his favorite guitar backstage! Quest:

Hide or draw a guitar and “find” it by checking rooms (closet, under bed, behind pillow).

Each place gives a clue to the next.

Celebrate when you find it!

Chica’s Pizza Party Planner

Story: Chica is throwing a pizza party and needs your help! Quest:

Draw or craft a pizza with paper or felt (add toppings!).

Make a snack version (mini bagel pizzas, crackers + cheese).

Decorate a pretend party table for her.

Extra: Invite plushies to the party!

Plushie Night Shift

Story: You’re the night guard… but the animatronics are just lonely. Quest:

Use a flashlight and check on plushies in different “rooms” (pillows, shelves).

Tuck each one in or give a hug so they stay happy.

Finish your shift with a star sticker or a little reward!

Extra: Use a clock or timer for each “hour.”

Pirate Cove Cleanup with Foxy

Story: Foxy’s cove is messy from all his treasure hunting! Quest:

Find 5 “lost treasures” (toy coins, buttons, shiny things).

Clean/tidy a small play area or shelf with Foxy.

Build a treasure box from a container or cardboard.

Extra: Make a pirate map to track where things are hidden!

Mini Pizzaplex Missions (Security Breach Style)

Story: You’re helping Glamrock Freddy protect the Pizzaplex! Quest:

Pick a mission card (draw, find, build).

Examples:

“Fix the arcade machine” = Stack blocks or tidy toys.

“Sneak past Monty” = Crawl quietly across the room.

“Recharge at a station” = Snuggle under a blanket!

Extra: Use a flashlight or toy camera for pretend security gear!

SNACKS AND DRINK RECIPES!

🍕 1. Chica’s Mini Pizzas

Inspired by: Chica the Chicken (queen of pizza!)

Use English muffins, mini bagels, or tortillas.

Spread on pizza sauce, cheese, and toppings (pepperoni, olives, veggies).

Bake until melty!

Little Twist: Cut into shapes with cookie cutters if you want star or heart pizza!

🍪 2. Freddy’s Fudge Bear Bites

Inspired by: Freddy Fazbear

Use chocolate pudding or fudge.

Top with whipped cream and bear-shaped cookies (like Teddy Grahams).

Add sprinkles if you like!

Alternative: Make chocolate Rice Krispies shaped into little bear heads!

🍩 3. Glamrock Sprinkle Donuts

Inspired by: Glamrock Freddy & friends

Plain mini donuts or donut holes.

Dip in frosting or melted white chocolate.

Cover with colorful neon sprinkles.

Add a Star: Use edible glitter or star sprinkles for that pizzaplex flair!

🍫 4. Moon Drop Popcorn

Inspired by: Moondrop (Security Breach)

Pop popcorn and mix with a little melted white chocolate.

Sprinkle with blue and silver sprinkles or edible stars.

Let cool to harden slightly.

Optional: Add mini marshmallows or cereal stars for a dreamy vibe.

🧺 5. Bonnie’s Bunny Munch

Inspired by: Bonnie the Bunny

Trail mix with pretzels, bunny grahams, raisins, chocolate chips, or pastel M&Ms.

Mix it all up in a bowl or mini snack bags.

Pretend Play: Package it as “backstage bunny snacks” for plushies!

🥤💫 FNaF-Themed Drinks

🌈 1. Freddy Fazbear Float

Root beer or cola

A scoop of vanilla ice cream on top

Optional: chocolate syrup swirl on the rim

Little Idea: Use a striped straw and call it “Freddy Fuel!”

🧃 2. Chica’s Party Punch

Lemonade + a splash of fruit punch or strawberry soda

Add fruit slices or gummy rings

Serve in a cup with a party hat sticker!

Sugar-Free Tip: Use flavored water and fruit instead.

💙 3. Monty’s Gator-Ade

Lime or blue sports drink (or Kool-Aid)

Ice cubes with gummy worms frozen inside (optional!)

Name it “Monty’s Swamp Juice!”

🌙 4. Moondrop Milk

Cold milk or oat milk

Add blue food coloring or a drop of vanilla

Sprinkle edible glitter on top

Nighttime Cozy: Serve in a cup with a moon or star sticker. Great before bedtime!

☀️ 5. Sunrise Smoothie

Orange juice + banana + yogurt

Blend until creamy

Add a straw and a paper sun cut-out on the rim

Sunny Tip: Call it “Sun’s Power Potion” and drink it during playtime!

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rafesangelita · 9 months ago

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♡ WHAT THE !READER’S SMELL LIKE

a MUCH requested list of perfumes my lovely !reader’s would smell like <3 please keep in mind that i haven’t smelled majority of these, i’m just going based off of the scent notes!

bambi!reader: ‘forever in love’ by loveshockfancy

main accords: white floral, lactonic, woody

top note: green pear

middle note: gardenia

base note: cedarwood

pogue!sweetheart!reader: ‘cupcake swirl’ by body fantasies

main accords: sweet, vanilla, coconut, lactonic, warm spicy, powdery, musky

top notes: buttercream, ginger, clove

middle notes: cookie, butter

base notes: vanilla, coconut, musk

kook!sweetheart!reader: ‘mod blush’ by ariana grande

main accords: fruity, sweet, musky, rose, floral, citrus, tropical, powdery, fresh, amber

top notes: raspberry, passion fruit, pink pepper, bergamot

middle notes: rose, pear, magnolia

base notes: musk, dreamwood, ambroxan, sandalwood

farmer’s!daughter!reader: ‘sweet tooth cherry baby’ by sabrina carpenter

main accords: sweet, cherry, fruity, chocolate, amber, warm spicy, musky, woody

top notes: cherry, brown sugar, apple, plum

middle notes: dark chocolate, red poppy, vanilla orchid, peony

base notes: cashmere wood, amber, musk, patchouli, resin

latina!kook!reader: ‘layali rouge’ by swiss arabian

main accords: floral, tropical, fruity, sweet, rose, woody

top notes: hibiscus, sandalwood, coconut

middle notes: peach, rose

base notes: floral notes, mango, pineapple, papaya, lemon

bitchy!kook!reader: ‘good girl blush’ by carolina herrera

main accords: floral, vanilla, citrus, fresh, sweet, yellow floral, rose, woody, fresh spicy, aromatic

top notes: bergamot, bitter almond

middle notes: peony, ylang-ylang

base notes: vanilla, coumarin

bitchy!pogue!reader: ‘viva la juicy pink couture’ by pink couture

main accords: fruity, sweet, aquatic, floral, ozonic, woody, vanilla, fresh, lactonic, tropical

top notes: watermelon, water lily, cassis, quince

middle notes: strawberry, frangipani, jasmine

base notes: vanilla, praline, sandalwood, driftwood

sheep!reader: ‘sweet tooth’ by sabrina carpenter

main accords: sweet, vanilla, powdery, warm spicy

top notes: marshmallow, chocolate, candied ginger, bergamot

middle notes: madagascar vanilla, coconut milk, jasmine

base notes: whipped cream, sugar, musk, cashmere wood

#𝜗𝜚 ‧₊˚ ⊹ misc #outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron x reader #₊˚⊹♡ bambi!reader #₊˚⊹♡ pogue!sweetheart!reader #₊˚⊹♡ kook!sweetheart!reader #₊˚⊹♡ farmer’s!daughter!reader #₊˚⊹♡ latina!kook!reader #₊˚⊹♡ bitchy!kook!reader #₊˚⊹♡ bitchy!pogue!reader #₊˚⊹♡ sheep!reader

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cocosdailyetho · 5 months ago

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038 // Them!! But as sweet drinks because I’m a big fan of smoothies and frappes

try and guess what flavours I thought for them !!

Answers/clear version under the cut ~

Would they be tasty? Probably not

Cleo: Blueberry peppermint frappe with pumpkin spice cream

Etho: Matcha cookies and cream frappe with vanilla-carbon swirl topped with cherry jam

Bdubs: Choco-matcha latte with smores (marshmallows?)

This was really fun to try and paint tbh

#etho fanart #dailyetho #ethoslab #etho #hermitblr #bdubs #bdubs fanart #zombiecleo fanart #zombie cleo #Clethubs

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lovebugism · 2 years ago

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"s'mores are perfect when the marshmallows are burnt" "you jsut can't cook" + eddie munson for blurbcember ❄️

ty for requesting! :D — you freeze your ass off to spend some time alone with eddie; he learns you love him more than s'mores (established relationships, fluff, 1.6k)

blurbcember ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

You and Eddie sit stranded in Steve’s backyard, the only ones brave enough to weather the late-night cold.

The bursting bonfire died down to a couple of sparkling orange embers, and the party followed accordingly. While your friends sought shelter in the warm living room, unfreezing their fingers around cups of hot cocoa, you and Eddie remained outside in the navy blue winter — too stubborn to tread behind them.

“But wait— we haven’t made s’mores yet!” you’d whined. The shivering bodies of your friends rushed by you and into the heated house, anyway. Eddie was the only one to stay with you after the fact. ‘Cause his girl was gonna get her s’mores even if it was the last thing he ever did.

He makes the first one perfectly. Mostly because that one was for you.

You sit patiently in the slanted wooden chair, knees up to your chest, drowning in the thick leather jacket Eddie gave you for warmth. It smells just like him — like pine and childhood. It keeps you as warm as the smoky marshmallow on your tongue.

The melted sugar gets caught in your teeth, along with the chewed-up graham cracker and gooey milk chocolate. You smile with it all anyway when Eddie’s second batch doesn’t turn out nearly as good as his first.

“Eds, that’s burnt!” you laugh with your mouth still full as he smacks a blackened marshmallow between two square cookies.

In several layers of dark flannel, the boy shrugs lazily. He plops onto the adirondack beside yours and shoots you a lopsided smile, tinted pink and softly chapped. His skin, made more pale by the dark and wintery night, rivals that of the shining full moon. It makes his flushed cheeks that much more rosy.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about— s’mores are perfect when the marshmallows are burnt.”

He takes a too big bite to make a point. You grimace at the crunch of the over-cooked confection, then smile when the melted sugar sticks to Eddie’s chin. “No, you just can’t cook,” you retort with a lovesick grin.

“But I’m right!” he insists, black crumbs sticking to the corners of his mouth.

He’s too hardheaded, and you’re too in love with him to argue about it any further. You just smile and shake your head, so full of adoration you’re sparkling with it. “You’re so cute,” you murmur, features warm and visibly fond.

He grins wide, never minding the food caught in his teeth. “I know.”

“Should we make everyone else one?” you wonder, nose scrunched as you spare a look over your shoulder.

Through the sliding glass door, you can see into the golden-lit living room. Everyone’s lazing under blankets, crammed onto couches or lounging on the floor. You can’t tell if they’re sleeping or not. You feel the need to take care of them anyway.

Eddie scoffs with his mouth still full. “Hell no! Those cowards chickened out on us,” he answers bitterly, then in a deeper and posher accent, continues. “Only the bravest of warriors can be rewarded with such fine delicacies.”

“Getting hypothermia makes us ‘the bravest of warriors’?”

“You’re the one who wanted to stay out here!”

“I did,” you argue with a laugh. “But not for the stupid s’mores.”

He gets cartoonishly confused. His bushy brows furrow and his winter-kissed features swirl together. If you weren’t weathering the winter for his obviously unmatched cheffing skills, then what exactly were you out here for?

“Then… for what?” he wonders slowly and with his dark eyes squinted.

You roll your eyes at your oblivious boy. A smile hints at the corners of your mouth. “Eddie…” you murmur, hoping your sudden sheepishness might give him some sort of hint. Telling him, ‘I’m out here in the freezing cold because being next to you makes me feel warm’ is far too sweet and not at all on brand for either of you.

“What?” he says with a faint laugh, still visibly clueless.

“I stayed out here because of you, you idiot,” you confess, giggling softly when it makes his doe eyes get all squishy around the edges.

“Oh,” he hums, then grins all wide and giddy. “Sweet.”

It’s too easy to forget how much you like him sometimes. Mostly because he doesn’t feel very deserving of you at all. He just takes all the sweet moments alone with you that he can get, then tries not to explode every time you remind him that you love him back.

“I am starting to get cold, though,” you murmur, jaw tense to keep your teeth from chattering.

A crisp breeze rolls by and shoves its teeth into every inch of exposed skin it can bite. Your cheeks and lips have long gone numb with it. You can only wrap Eddie’s jacket around you so much before it stops helping.

“Well, I know something that’ll warm us up…” the boy beside you croons with an audible smirk.

Your face scrunches at the implication. “Eddie…” you grouse.

“Get your head out of the gutter— I’m talking about booze.”

You squint at him. He reaches between his many layers and pulls out something from the inner pocket. It glimmers beneath the moonlight for a moment until you realize what it is — a glass, small and polygonal, half-filled with amber liquid.

“I picked the lock to Steve’s dad’s liquor cabinet,” he confesses, twinkling with boyish excitement. “This looked the fanciest, so…”

At a loss for words, you shake your head. “You’re insane,” you tell him, even though your smile says that you’re in love with him and all his crazy.

“I’m surprised it took you this long to figure that out,” he quips and unscrews the glass cap. He sniffs the liquid inside, then takes a sip without fear. He winces at the taste.

“Is it good?” you ask, hiding your laugh behind your palm.

“It’s great—” His answer comes wedged between coughs.

When he passes the small glass off to you, you take your own baby sip of the alcohol, with much more hesitation than the boy beside you. The bitter taste coats your tongue and stings going down. The burn makes you cough. Your chest blooms with warmth.

Eddie’s brows raise expectantly. His lip quirks at the edges. “Good?”

“It tastes like rubbing alcohol,” you grimace and hand the thing back to him.

“That’s how you know it’s good!” he insists. He takes another sip and doesn’t flinch this time around. “Like— this is the shit rich people spend hundreds of dollars on just to pretend it tastes good.”

“Being rich must suck,” you observe with your face screwed up.

“Oh, totally,” the boy scoffs. He goes to take a swig, then sends you a worried glance with the glass up to his lips. “Are you warm yet, at least?”

“Not really… My throat just kinda burns.”

“C’mere. Before you end up like that psycho from The Shining.”

Eddie slouches softly in his seat and holds his arms out beside him. The invitation is a hard one to turn down. Hair wild, cheeks rosy, and dressed all snug — he looks so visibly warm. You want to curl into his chest like a cat and stay there forever.

“You want me to sit in your lap?” you wonder with your brows pinched.

He nods.

“Eddie. I’ll crush you.”

His features swirl with hurt. “I’m offended that you’re doubting my strength right now, sweetheart.”

“Shut up.”

“Get over here before I cause a scene.”

There’s not much of a scene to cause. Both of you know this. You rise on rigid, frozen limbs anyway and walk the short distance to him.

His palms are oddly warm as they curl around your hips. You sit hesitantly on his lap at first, as tense as a rock, until he pulls you down completely. His arms settle around your waist like they were always meant to be there, hands fitting with you like a puzzle piece. It doesn’t take long for you to melt against him.

Eddie grins at the comforting weight of you. “See? This isn’t so bad, right?”

You try to bite back the beam tugging at your lips. This kind of love makes you feel like a teenager again — heart singing like it’s never been stung before.

“I mean, yeah, but Steve and Robin are watching us through the blinds,” you tell him as a laugh sputters from your lips.

You can tell they’re trying to be discreet, but their eyes showing through the slats — at two varying heights — are a dead giveaway. It took the two of them ages to get you and Eddie together, so you’re not entirely surprised by their snooping. They’re nothing if not your biggest cheerleaders. Even if it does make them a couple of creeps sometimes.

Eddie doesn’t bother to look over his shoulder at them. He just tilts his chin up at you and smiles with all his teeth. “Wanna give ‘em a show?”

You smile. Then press your tingling lips to the cold skin of his rosy cheek.

You know that isn’t exactly what he was asking for, so his plea for another doesn’t surprise you.

“One more?” he wonders quietly, chocolate eyes glimmering with boyish hope.

Happily, you lean in for another peck to his cheek. He turns his head at the very last second and smacks a proper kiss to your mouth.

You pull back, face agape with shock, like he’s never kissed you before. “Eddie!” you gasp.

His doe eyes sparkle with feigned innocence. “What?”

“You’re incorrigible,” you insist and settle further into him.

His contented sigh brushes your temple when you rest your head against him. His ringed fingers give your sides a squeeze. “That’s a real big word, sweetheart. Means you like me, right?”

You let yourself smile wide. He can’t see how lovesick you are from this angle, or else he’d know that you do a whole lot more than just like him. “Yeah, Eds. That’s exactly what it means.”

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drbackflip · 27 days ago

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epithet erased crk au…

molly is choco oatmeal cookie

giovanni is tomato soup cookie

silvie is star fruit pudding cookie

mera is permafrost glass cookie

indus is pumpkin spice cookie

zora is gunpowder chai cookie

percy is wisteria tea cookie

ramsey is artisan cheese cookie

gouro is strawberry donut cookie

MARTIN is vanilla frosting cookie

calliope is cacao oatmeal cookie

lorelai is choco vanilla swirl cookie

trixie is sour strawberry cookie

pheenie is vanilla malt cookie

rick is bitter grape cookie (actually aquatic grape cookie)

naven is green apple cookie

dark star is star soda cookie

spike is rock candy cookie

car crash is burnt marshmallow cookie

ben is orange zest cookie

crusher is graham cracker cookie

flamethrower is sweet pepper cookie

#silly goofy mood #epithet erased #crk #cr kingdom #epithet erased au

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honeytonedhottie · 11 months ago

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how to be a dessert⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🍰

this post is just for funsies and i thought it would be so fun, how to be the sweetest dessert in every aspect of ur life…💬🎀

SMELLING LIKE A DESSERT ;

so the first step to being a dessert is to SMELL like a dessert ofc. to smell like a dessert, search for fragrances with notes of buttercream, birthday cake, cupcakes, bubblegum, vanilla EVERYTHING SWEET. another key to smelling like a dessert is LAYERING ur scents and i've talked about this on my blog before.

shower gels and scrubs :

♡ vanilla birthday cake from philosophy

♡ sugar cookie from native

♡ birthday cake scrub from tree hut

♡ cupcake from bodycology

♡ pink marshmallow butter cream from philosophy

♡ ooey gooey cookie from philosophy

creams and body butters :

♡ cake confetti from victorias secret

♡ cupcake from bodycology

♡ pink marshmallow from i ❤︎ cosmetics

fragrances and mists :

♡ sweet tooth by sabrina carpenter

♡ cupcake swirl from body fantasies

♡ cozy fireside smore from bodycology

BE SWEET ;

being a dessert is always about being super duper sweet so ofc i encourage u guys to be kind and nice to everyone. you can't be dressing like and smelling like a dessert but being bitter. thats just too much contrast.

DRESSING LIKE A DESSERT ;

dressing like a dessert is all about embodying the three core colors OF dessert. the three core colors of dessert is pink, yellow, and brown. like neapolitan ice cream. this is SO pastry princess. so stick with/work with that color scheme of pink and yellow and brown.

♡ nail charms

♡ buttons

♡ earmuffs

♡ thigh high socks

♡ platform heels

♡ hand bags

things like ribbons, barrettes shaped like cookies, frilly skirts and scrunchies are pastry princess hair accessories. thigh highs and bloomers and teddy bears, ALL OF IT.

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tiramisuucakeee · 8 months ago

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ANGEL FOOD ★

( reader x park sunghoon )

IN WHICH: sunghoon is glad he got in the way of an angel’s painting in the park, wondering when they would meet again.

BTW: omg why is this man so winter, cherry blossom, vanilla latte, christmas cookie frosting, mini marshmallow coded.

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sunghoon stepped lightly over the spring-kissed grass, his gaze occasionally flicking down to gaeul, his fluffy dog, who trotted happily beside him.

the park was alive with the warmth of the season, cherry blossoms fluttered like soft pink confetti in the breeze, and the earth smelled fresh, still waking from the chill of winter. petals were scattered across the pathway, a gentle carpet of white and blush that his boots crunched against with every step.

gaeul, tail wagging, sniffed eagerly at the flowers and the air, clearly as enchanted by the day as sunghoon. it was peaceful here. quiet except for the rustle of leaves and distant chatter of other park-goers. just the way sunghoon liked it.

as they neared the small pond, he slowed his pace, letting her explore the surrounding area. the dog paused at the water's edge, his ears perking at something unseen. sunghoon adjusted the leash, pulling his attention away from his pet. that’s when he heard it.

"excuse me, you're standing in the way."

sunghoon turned, surprised by the voice that cut through the air like a delicate bell. there you were, standing a few paces away, focused intently on something in front of you. the breeze caught your hair, swirling it around in gentle waves, as if nature itself had decided you belonged here.

you held a paintbrush, while your other hand was delicately holding the edge of a large canvas. the bright spring sunlight painted your face in a warm glow, and for a moment, sunghoon thought you were the one who might have stepped out of a painting. he blinked, unsure if he was imagining it.

you looked at him over the canvas, your gaze soft yet steady. "i can’t see what i’m painting."

sunghoon blinked again, his mind catching up with her words. his first instinct was to apologize, but instead, a curious question slipped from his lips.

"in the way of what?" he asked, eyes scanning the empty space around. it was just the pond, trees in the distance, and gaeul still snuffling at the grass.

you smiled gently, as though humoring him, and turned back to the canvas. "the pond," you said simply. "the swans are in the perfect place, but i can't see them with you there."

sunghoon’s eyebrows furrowed. he hadn’t seen any swans. he looked again at the water, the ripples forming delicate patterns, as he then noticed them, swimming in the tranquil scene of the pond and its lush surroundings.

"oh," he said, a little sheepish now. "sorry about that."

without another word, he stepped back, walking around to the other side. as he moved behind you, he finally caught a glimpse of the canvas, and his breath caught.

the scene you had painted was ethereal, a reflection of the very pond before him. but it wasn’t just any pond. the water shimmered under the painted sunlight, and there, gliding gracefully across the surface, were swans with feathers that seemed to glow, caught in the perfect moment of a timeless dance.

sunghoon blinked, the swans on the canvas almost more real than the ones in the water. it was as if the painting had captured a secret version of the world, one that existed only in the space between dreams and reality.

he didn't realize he had been staring until you spoke again, your voice low and warm. "you’re welcome to stay. i don’t mind the company."

sunghoon glanced at you, his curiosity piqued. "do you always paint things like this?" he asked, gesturing to the canvas. "it’s... beautiful."

you paused, as if considering your answer carefully before offering him a small, almost secretive smile. "i paint what i see," you said softly. "or what i wish people could see. things like this tend to appear when you’re not looking too hard."

the silence stretches on, but it’s a comfortable silence, one you’re not eager to break. you can feel him behind you, still watching the canvas, and for some reason, you don’t mind. In fact, you almost welcome it.

the light was beginning to shift, a soft gold spilling across the pond as the sun sank lower in the sky. the world around you seemed to soften, and you found yourself putting the final touches on your painting. the swans, now perfectly captured in their tranquil grace, glowed with a serene light. it felt like the painting was alive, like the quiet beauty of the moment had been preserved on the canvas, and you couldn’t help but smile as you stepped back, taking it all in.

you had been so focused on your work that you hadn’t noticed how the world had quietly slipped into evening. the park, once busy with the noise of the afternoon, had quieted, the air now cool and crisp. gaeul, still sniffing around in the grass, trotted up to you, her soft fur tickling your legs as she nudged you.

you began to gather your things, carefully packing your paints and brushes into your bag. the familiar, soothing routine felt grounding after hours of painting, and for a moment, you let yourself be fully present in the peace of it all. that was when you heard his voice again.

“so, where are you headed?” he asked, his voice pulling you out of your thoughts.

you looked up from your bag, catching his gaze for a moment. there was something about the way he looked at you that made your heart skip a beat. something that lingered, a quiet reverence in his eyes. it was subtle at first, but as you took in his expression, you realized he wasn’t just looking at you like a stranger. he was studying you, his gaze lingering on you with a softness.

he noticed the way the last light of day seemed to wrap around you, the soft glow in your skin, the way your hair caught the golden hues of the sunset, and how you moved with an effortless grace. it was almost like you weren’t fully of this world, like there was a light about you that made everything else fade into the background. the delicate way you held yourself, as though the very air around you softened in your presence, left him momentarily breathless.

"to the university dorms nearby," you said, glancing up at the trees surrounding the park. "to the north of the park. just a short walk."

his thoughts were still lost in how you looked. there was something almost angelic about you. it wasn’t just your appearance, though he couldn’t deny your beauty, it was the way you seemed to radiate a quiet calm, a peace that drew him in like a moth to a flame. he’d never met anyone who seemed to have that effect on the world around them. it was as though you carried a piece of the divine with you.

he blinked, shaking the thought away. "you live in those dorms?" he asked, his voice sounding a little more surprised than he intended. "i do, too. i’m a student, i’m in econ."

you raised an eyebrow. "really? that’s funny," you replied, a soft laugh escaping your lips. "i didn’t think i’d run into anyone from the university here."

he managed a shrug, still trying to regain his composure. "it’s a small world. what are you studying?"

you hesitated for a moment, taking in the question. he was still looking at you with those warm eyes, and despite the simplicity of the question, there was something in his gaze that made you feel listened to.

"i’m studying med," you said, the words feeling comfortable on your tongue, like they were a part of you. "but painting, well, painting’s something i do in my free time. my grandmother always said it helps me stay calm." you smiled softly at the thought of her, her words ringing in your ears even now. "i guess i’ve always believed that."

his eyes widened, and it felt like a weight lifted from his chest as he processed what you said. "medicine? wow," he said, voice filled with genuine awe. "that’s amazing. i didn’t expect you to be studying something so intense and... and still have time to paint like that."

you laughed, a soft, melodic sound that seemed to fill the space between you both. "it’s not always easy, but it helps. i think i need something to balance out the stress sometimes."

he had always found art and science to be so different, yet here you were. studying the complexity of the human body, but also finding a way to balance that with something so peaceful, so beautiful. it struck him, in that moment, how composed you were, how serene. he didn’t understand how you did it, how you seemed to exist in this perfect harmony, radiating peace without even trying.

it was just who you were. every little detail about you seemed to blend together in such a way that it felt like the universe had conspired to create someone who made the world feel just a little bit softer, a little bit kinder.

"you seem... so calm, though," he said, his voice dropping a little. "you don’t seem stressed at all." it was the way you carried yourself, the way you made the world feel just a little less harsh. he wondered if you even realized it, or if it was simply part of who you were.

"i’ve learned to find calm in the small things," you said, your voice as soothing as ever. "it helps."

he swallowed, his words a little uncertain but sincere. "would you mind... if i walked you back to the dorms? i mean, i’m heading in that direction, too."

your gaze met his, and for a split second, he saw something flicker in your eyes. "sure," you said, your voice like a breeze. "i’d like that."

and as you both started walking, gaegul trotting happily beside you, the evening seemed to slow. the world around him, once so busy and full of noise, felt quieter, calmer, with you beside him. and though he couldn’t explain it, he felt lucky.

you both walked in comfortable silence for the last stretch, the cool evening air wrapped around you as the campus buildings began to come into view. the dorms loomed ahead, their lights glowing faintly against the darkening sky. gaeul trotted happily by your side, oblivious to the weight of the moment that seemed to hang between you and him.

as you reached the split walkway between the boys' and girls' dormitories, you stopped, glancing up at him with a soft smile, your eyes reflecting the fading light of the day.

"well," you said, your voice as gentle as always, "this is where we part ways."

he stopped, too, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than he’d intended. there was something about you that made it feel like time slowed down when you were near. he nodded, a smile tugging at his lips.

"goodnight," he said, his voice quieter now, almost like he didn’t want to break the calm of the moment. "i hope to see you again."

you smiled back, that same soft, knowing smile that left him feeling lighter, as if the world had just shifted a little more in his favor. "goodnight," you repeated, your voice as soothing as ever.

he watched as you turned and began walking toward the girls' building, the sound of your footsteps growing fainter. he stood there for a moment, still watching, the quiet stillness of the night wrapping around him.

then, as you disappeared around the corner, something hit him. he had no way of contacting you. no phone number, no social media. he didn't know anything about you, except that you had just become the brightest part of his evening.

his heart sank a little as the realization set in. he hadn't even asked for your name. all he had was the feeling of your presence, your lightness, your calm, and the hope that somehow, by some twist of fate, he’d run into you again. but that was it. just a hope. and in that moment, the thought of never seeing you again felt like a quiet ache that tugged at him more than he wanted to admit.

he sighed, shoulders sagging as he turned to head toward the boys' building. but as he walked, he couldn’t help but think that the universe had somehow put you in his path tonight. maybe it would work out again. maybe he’d find a way to see you again. he had to.

it had been a few weeks since that evening at the park, and sunghoon had almost convinced himself that maybe, just maybe, he’d imagined it all. maybe the universe didn’t want him to find you again.

but then, one afternoon, as he walked out of his class with his friends jungwon and jake, his gaze naturally drifted toward the campus patio. and there you were.

he froze for a moment, his steps slowing as his heart skipped a beat. you were sitting on a white blanket, the afternoon sun casting a warm light on you, making everything around you seem brighter. your hair was tied up with a soft pink bow, and you wore a simple white dress that somehow made you look even more ethereal.

you were eating marshmallows, your attention focused on the sketchbook in your lap as you carefully drew something, lost in your own world. the sight was so serene, so peaceful, that for a moment, sunghoon felt like he was seeing you through a dream, everything else blurring out of focus. he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you.

“hey, sunghoon,” jungwon said, nudging him with his elbow. “you good?”

sunghoon snapped out of his trance, but his gaze lingered on you, still a few yards away. jungwon followed his line of sight, his eyes narrowing in curiosity.

“do you know her?” jungwon asked, voice low but teasing.

sunghoon hesitated, feeling his cheeks warm. it wasn’t that he was embarrassed, but something about the way jungwon asked felt like he was being caught in something he hadn’t quite figured out yet.

“yeah,” he finally said, his voice quiet but certain. “i do.”

jake, ever the curious one, leaned in with a smirk. “who is she? you’ve never mentioned her before.”

sunghoon didn’t even hear the rest of their teasing. his eyes were still on you, and as he watched, you looked up for a moment, catching his gaze from across the patio. his heart skipped again, and he quickly looked away, suddenly feeling like he was caught in something bigger than he could understand. he was so sure he recognized you. and now, there you were, sitting alone.

“i’m gonna go talk to her,” he muttered, almost as if he were convincing himself as much as his friends. before they could respond, he was already walking toward you, the soft crunch of grass beneath his shoes.

as he drew closer, he noticed how calm and at ease you looked, like you hadn’t noticed the world around you was moving at all. there was something about the way you were sitting, so composed, so unaffected, that made him feel like he was intruding on something precious.

when you finally noticed him standing there, a small smile tugged at your lips, and you looked up from your sketchbook. that smile, it was the same gentle, peaceful one he remembered.

“hi,” sunghoon said, his voice soft but warm. “i didn’t expect to see you here.”

you tilted your head, your smile deepening just slightly as you recognized him too. “hi,” you replied, voice as calm and pleasant as always. “i come here sometimes when i need a break. it’s quiet. and the sun is nice this time of day.”

he took a breath, feeling a little more grounded now that you were speaking to him. “i didn’t know you liked marshmallows.”

you chuckled lightly, holding up the bag of marshmallows beside you. “they’re a good snack when i’m drawing. they don’t get in the way.”

he nodded, taking in the sight of you sitting there, so effortlessly graceful, as if everything in the world had slowed down for this moment. he felt a little nervous, unsure of what to say next, but before he could think too much, your voice broke through his thoughts.

“do you want to sit?” you asked, patting the blanket beside you in a quiet invitation. “i have a free period.”

sunghoon smiled, his heart settling a little. maybe he was overthinking things. maybe he wasn’t intruding after all. “sure,” he said, sitting down carefully beside you, not wanting to disturb the peaceful aura you seemed to carry so effortlessly.

he glanced at your sketchbook, where a few half-finished drawings filled the pages. delicate swirls and soft strokes of your pen, each image more mesmerizing than the last. there was a quiet beauty to the way you drew, so focused, so in tune with your own thoughts.

“what are you drawing?” he asked, his voice quieter now, his curiosity piqued.

you glanced down at your sketchbook, a faint smile curving your lips. “just a little scene. nothing special.”

sunghoon peered closer, and to his surprise, the drawing was of the very spot you were sitting in, the trees and the patio, even the small table in the distance. but there was something magical about it, almost like the swirls of the trees were alive, the colors of the leaves blending into a soft, glowing aura.

“it’s beautiful,” he said without thinking, voice soft with genuine admiration.

your smile deepened, but there was a humility in your gaze. “thank you. it’s just something to pass the time. nothing too serious.”

sunghoon chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “it’s amazing.”

you shrugged, still smiling, but didn’t say anything more. he let the silence settle between you both, comfortable in the quiet, in the simplicity of the moment. it felt natural, like this was how things were always supposed to be.

but still, that nagging thought at the back of his mind wouldn’t let go. he had found you, again, but this time, he was determined to make sure it wasn’t by chance. he wasn’t about to let another moment slip by without knowing more about you, without knowing you.

“by the way,” he said, glancing over at you, his voice a little more serious now, “i never caught your name last time.”

you looked at him, eyes wide for just a split second, and then you laughed softly, almost as if you had forgotten. "ah, sorry," you said, your voice gentle. "i'm y/n. i guess we never properly introduced ourselves."

sunghoon smiled, feeling something in him click into place. “it’s good to finally know your name,” he said, with a genuine warmth.

"and you are?" you asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

"sunghoon," he replied, the name feeling like it fit a little better now that it was tied to this moment.

you nodded, smiling softly. "nice to meet you once again, sunghoon."

and just like that, everything seemed a little more right in the world. "so," he said, glancing at your marshmallows, "can i have one?"

you handed him a marshmallow without hesitation, and for a moment, with your laugh, the world felt as calm and serene as your smile.

as the days passed, sunghoon and you exchanged messages almost every day. your schedules seemed to perfectly overlap, and it didn’t take long for him to look forward to the little conversations that would pop up on his phone. whether it was about class, random thoughts, or even something as small as what you’d had for lunch. there was a certain lightness in your messages, like you two had been talking for much longer than you had.

then, one day, out of the blue, you sent him a message that caught him off guard.

‘ hey, hoonie, do u want to come over sometime? i’ve been baking today, and i want u to try it!" ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ ’

he stared at the message for a while, his thumb hovering over the screen. baking? it wasn’t exactly what he had expected from you, but it sounded… sweet in the most literal and figurative sense. he didn’t know why, but the idea of you baking for him, inviting him into your space, made his heart flutter a little.

he replied quickly.

‘ i’ll be there, tell me when ’

and a few minutes later, you had sent him the details.

later that day, sunghoon found himself standing outside your room, his heart racing a little faster than usual. he had dressed in something simple but neat. jeans and a well-fitted shirt, not too casual but not too formal either. he didn’t want to overdo it, but he also didn’t want to look like he’d rolled out of bed either. he wanted to make a good impression, even though he felt like he already had.

he knocked on your door, his palms slightly sweaty as he waited. the door opened almost immediately, and there you were.

you were wearing a cozy, pastel-colored sweater and soft linen shorts, looking as effortlessly graceful as you always did. your hair was tied up loosely, a cute pink bow perched in it, and for a moment, he couldn’t help but think how perfectly you matched the vibe of the room around you. it was like your energy had seeped into everything, from the soft hues of the walls to the little details that decorated the space.

"hi, hoon," you greeted him, a warm smile on your face. you stepped back to let him inside. "come in, i just finished the cake."

he stepped inside, immediately noticing the sweet scent that hung in the air, rich vanilla and something almost floral. it was like walking into a bakery, but with a touch of something more personal, more intimate.

"it smells amazing," he said, his voice soft as he looked around.

"thanks!" you replied, clearly proud of yourself. "i hope it tastes as good as it smells." you led him further into the room, and he noticed just how clean everything was. it was neat and tidy, with a sort of organized chaos that felt uniquely you. pastel colors, mostly pink, lined the shelves, and there were little bows on everything from the pillows on the couch to the curtains at the windows. he even spotted a small bunny painting hanging above your desk, its soft colors and sweet expression fitting perfectly with the rest of the room’s aesthetic.

it was like a cozy little haven, a space that felt entirely yours, and yet, at the same time, it felt like he could picture himself in it, like he could belong there. he looked over at you, still standing in the kitchen doorway, and felt a strange warmth flood his chest.

"your room… it really suits you," he said, almost surprised at how natural the words came out.

you blinked at him, then laughed softly. "you think so? i just like things that make me happy. nothing too fancy, just cozy." you gestured to the small table near the living room couch, where a white cake sat. "come on, i made angel food cake. i hope you like it."

as he sat down at the couch, he noticed how comfortable everything felt. how easy it was to be around you, even in a space so personal.

"it look good," sunghoon said as you placed a plate slice in a plate in front of him. he reached for the fork, taking a bite, and immediately smiled. "it tastes as good as it smells, too."

you beamed at the compliment, clearly pleased. "i’m glad you like it. i don’t bake often, but i thought i’d give it a try."

he took another bite, the sweetness filling his mouth. "well, you’re definitely good at it." he instantly noticed how the flavor seemed to resemble you, sweet and soft.

you shrugged modestly, sitting down next to him. "it’s nothing too special. just something i like to do when i have the time."

the conversation flowed easily from there, moving from classes and hobbies to random topics. like your favorite kind of music, or whether you preferred tea or coffee. it was the kind of light, easy conversation that made time slip away without either of you noticing.

after a while, as the slice of cake disappeared and the sun outside dipped lower, sunghoon glanced over at the clock and realized how much time had passed. he didn’t want to leave just yet. not when everything felt so right.

"i’ts getting late,” you mumbled, catching his gaze then, your eyes holding his, and for a heartbeat, neither of you moved. it felt like time slowed down, the world outside the window fading away. in the quiet of your dorm, with the only sound being the soft rhythm of your breathing, the space between you two seemed to shrink.

before either of you could say anything, you slowly leaned in, the distance between you shrinking with every passing second. sunghoon’s heart raced, his breath catching in his chest as you closed the gap.

when your lips finally touched, it was as soft as a whisper, gentle and slow, as if you were both savoring the moment. it was a sweet kiss, the kind that felt like it was meant to be, soft and tender, without any rush. the world seemed to fall away, and there was only the quiet warmth of your lips against his, the light sweetness of it making his heart flutter.

the kiss lingered for a moment, as if you both didn’t want to let go. when you pulled away, your eyes met his, and you both shared a soft smile. sunghoon’s heart was still racing, but there was a sense of calm, a quiet understanding between you that didn’t need words.

"thank you for inviting me over," he said softly, the moment lingering in the air.

you smiled, your voice equally soft. "i’m glad you’re here."

and in that moment, with the soft light and the scent of vanilla still lingering in the air, everything felt just a little more perfect than it had before.

BTW: u guys know i love me some cute movie endings i loooveeee themmmmm sooooo soooo muuuuchhhhhhh

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jassy2uall · 1 month ago

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“Sugar, Spice, and Zero Self-Control”

Billie Eilish x Black fem Reader!

Sequel to “Heat of the Moment”

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It had been exactly one week since the infamous Hot Ones video, and your tongues were still slightly traumatized. Billie insisted she could still taste Da Bomb in her dreams.

So, naturally, tonight’s chaos had a theme: Dessert Blind Taste Test, but with vibes only. No rules. No scoring. Just sweet snacks, big opinions, and two of the internet’s favorite YouTubers ready to stir the pot.

“Okay, cameras rolling!” Claudia called from behind her phone tripod. Her glitter nails sparkled as she pressed record.

You clapped dramatically. “What’s up, sugarplums! It’s your girl Y/N, and we are live from the comfort of our post-Hot Ones trauma recovery suite—aka mine and Billie’s living room!”

Billie lounged on the couch beside you in a hoodie twice her size, eyes on the dessert table like a starving raccoon. “There better be Oreos, or I’m rioting.”

“You picked half the desserts, babe.”

“Exactly. And I have trust issues.”

Finneas walked in holding a tray of vegan whipped cream shots. “Someone say trust issues?”

Claudia followed with her own camera in hand. “Alright, sweethearts, welcome to Claudia’s Kitchen of Chaos, featuring my boyfriend, who eats with the same intensity he produces music.”

You snorted. “You mean overly dramatic and always in slow motion?”

Finneas gasped. “I feel personally attacked.”

The four of you sat on the massive white carpet Billie insisted was “a vibe,” with the table of mystery desserts in the middle. Blindfolds ready, matching pajamas on, and chaotic energy fully activated.

Round One: Mystery Cupcake Mayhem

“Okay,” Claudia said, tying your blindfold on. “You’ll each get one bite. Guess the flavor.”

“Loser kisses the winner,” you added with a smirk. “House rule.”

Billie leaned over and whispered in your ear. “Babe, even if I win, I’m losing. You’re getting that kiss regardless.”

You smiled so wide your blindfold shifted.

“Focus!” Claudia scolded. “This is serious food journalism.”

One by one, you each bit into a mystery cupcake. Billie’s was a vegan chocolate lavender creation. Yours was a rich buttercream vanilla with caramel center.

Finneas made a face. “This tastes... deceitful.”

Billie groaned. “What is that? Banana? Cardboard?”

You guessed, “Lemon lavender?”

Claudia revealed the card. “Wrong. It was chamomile honey with a vegan marshmallow swirl for Billie, and yours was brown sugar toffee with a custard core.”

“Who hurt you?” Billie asked.

“I’m unpredictable,” Claudia replied.

Round Two: Cookie Roulette

Blindfolds off, but now you had to pick a cookie without looking at the ingredient list.

Billie grabbed one shaped like a tiny bear. “This looks safe.”

She bit it. Her face dropped. “WHY IS THIS SPICY?!”

“Wait, what?” You bit your cookie—a regular chocolate chunk with sea salt—and raised your brows. “Mine’s amazing.”

Claudia cackled. “Only Billie’s was a chili chocolate vegan cookie. Yours was good ol’ butter and regret.”

“THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SAFE SPACE,” Billie yelled, downing almond milk.

You held her hand. “Want me to avenge you with a kiss?”

Billie dramatically fell into your lap. “Only love can cure betrayal.”

You kissed her forehead. “I got you.”

Round Three: Donut Detectives

You and Billie went first. Blindfolds back on. Finneas placed a bite-sized donut in each of your hands.

Billie’s was a chai maple vegan old-fashioned. Yours was a chocolate glazed with extra dairy and zero apologies.

“Mmm,” Billie hummed. “This one’s good. Like... cinnamon toast cereal but bougie.”

“Agreed,” you said through a mouthful. “Is this... brown butter something?”

Claudia grinned. “Close. Billie’s was chai maple. Yours was brown butter chocolate ganache from Randy’s Donuts downtown.”

You high-fived blindly and hit Billie in the nose. “Oops.”

“Violence in victory,” Billie muttered.

Your next question card was from your YouTube fans. You read it aloud. “To Billie: what’s your favorite Y/N song?”

Billie perked up, brushing powdered sugar from her hoodie. “Ooh. That’s hard. But I’d say ‘Velvet Hour.’ That song feels like kissing in the dark.”

“Awwww,” Claudia said from behind the camera. “Someone’s getting lucky later.”

Finneas held up a sign that read PG-13, please.

Round Four: Ice Cream Lightning Round

The rules? Try each spoonful blind, shout out the flavor, and if you’re wrong—no dessert for the next round.

Billie was instantly suspicious. “Wait, y’all are trying to take away dessert?”

You nodded. “High stakes, baby.”

Finneas went first. “Mint chip.”

Correct.

Claudia followed. “Black sesame.”

Correct.

You took a bite. “Strawberry cheesecake!”

“WRONG!” Claudia yelled. “It’s guava passionfruit. NO ICE CREAM FOR YOU.”

You collapsed dramatically on Billie’s lap.

“I live in betrayal,” you moaned.

She spooned you some of hers—vegan coconut cookie dough. “You’ll always have mine.”

“You’re forgiven.”

Finneas squinted at his card. “Next question for Billie... which one of your unreleased songs is about Y/N?”

Billie smiled shyly. “Nice try.”

You grinned. “No answer means... spicy cookie penalty?”

Billie took a deep breath and grabbed one. “Worth it.”

Claudia applauded. “Commitment!”

Round Five: The Final Dessert—Blindfold Cake Painting

Each couple was handed a mini cake, blindfolds on, and piping bags ready.

Billie whispered, “I literally have no artistic talent.”

You kissed her cheek. “Just feel the sugar, babe.”

Five chaotic minutes later, the blindfolds came off.

Your cake looked like a cartoon heart had melted in a microwave. Billie’s half said “Y/N 4Ever” in slightly cursed pink icing.

Finneas and Claudia’s cake had an accidental smiley face with one eye.

“Well,” Claudia announced, “we’ve created... edible abstract art.”

Finneas took a photo. “This is going on the fridge.”

Billie pulled you into her lap again. “We should sell this design. Limited edition.”

You beamed. “We could call it ‘Love Is Blind... But Delicious.’”

Wrap-Up:

You all sat on the couch afterward, sugar-drunk and laughing.

Finneas and Claudia were snuggled in the corner, her legs thrown over his lap while they scrolled through fan questions.

You rested your head on Billie’s shoulder. “This was the most fun I’ve ever had with whipped cream and betrayal.”

She kissed the top of your head. “You’re the only person I’d suffer spicy cookies for.”

“Same, honestly.”

Finneas yelled from the other couch. “Okay, couple of the year. Save some serotonin for the rest of us.”

Claudia elbowed him. “Let them have their moment. We’ll have ours later when I force you to eat glitter cake.”

He looked panicked. “That’s not edible.”

“It is now.”

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Claudia turned her camera back on. “Alright, fam. That wraps our Dessert Blind Taste Test of Doom. Comment below who you think had the best cake—don’t lie, it was obviously me.”

You winked at the camera. “Subscribe for more chaos, more sugar, and maybe more unhinged challenges with your faves. And remember—love is sweet, but dessert is sweeter.”

Billie whispered, “I’m sweeter.”

You grinned. “Facts.”

Cue outro music. The screen faded to bloopers of Billie licking icing off your nose, Claudia throwing a spoon at Finneas, and all four of you screaming over spicy cookies again.

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justanotherboringwriter · 6 months ago

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||It’s Christmas, no longer ‘Almost Christmas’.||

Summary; It’s not ‘almost Christmas’, Phoenix. It is Christmas.

A/N; to go with my fanart of the infamous “Almost Christmas means it wasn’t Christmas” meme. Unfortunately, this is a rushed fic because I wanted to get it out before 12 PM so sorry if it’s bad. Also I accidentally made Miles a bit posh because of his vibes and in this fic, Trucy is 8.

Phoenix sat on the couch, watching TV. He wasn’t exactly focused on the TV, he’d at least remembered that he’d put on a Minecraft–One of those satire fake speed run reaction videos, if he recalled correctly. He always loved the videos for just how ridiculous they were, but that’s the fun of it, wasn’t it?

He lifted his cup of hot cocoa to his lips, taking a sip. Cool whipped cream hit the tip of his nose, surprising him. Somehow, he’d forgotten that he’d added whipped cream to his drink. How did he forget? Everytime Christmas came around, it was the same thing; hot cocoa with whipped cream and marshmallows alongside a plate of cookies; Christmas trees, ornaments, hats, Santa, his reindeer, all that good stuff.

But nowadays, there was a separate cup and plate.

Hot coffee with a plate of chocolate chip settled beside his own, most likely alongside a laptop or a gothic literature or, if he was feeling more playful and adventurous, a book full of stories from Greek mythology.

He wasn’t him.

He was Miles Edgeworth.

Chief Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth, former childhood best friend, part–time in–court rival, and current husband.

Padded footsteps approached and–speak of the devil–Miles sat beside him with a huff. “You’re still watching these videos? They’re so childish and unentertaining.” He raised an unimpressed brow. “What’s the point of watching them?” A hand grabbed the warm mug, bringing it to his lips as he sipped coffee while he slightly shook his head in mock disappoinment.

“They are entertaining, you’re just too used to reading your old books. When’s the last time you watched a show instead of burying yourself in a book?” Phoenix raised a brow at his lover. Miles scoffed, looking off as he put his mug down, going for a chocolate chip cookie. “Shut up..” He muttered, taking a bite out of the cookie.

“And your cookies are good, so stop staring because I know you’re staring at me like you’re insane.” Miles looked back, pouting slightly. “Oh, I know my cookies are good, don’t worry.” Phoenix said proudly. “You remind me of that every year under the disguise of me ‘harassing’ you until you say otherwise because someone doesn’t know how to just compliment their own husband.” He added, settling his mug down.

Miles stared at the edge of Phoenix’s nose and raised an inquisitive brow.

Phoenix also raised a brow. “What? Is..Is something on my nose?...” He asked awkwardly and a bit nervously. If there’s someone he didn’t want to be messy or look shitty around, it was the love of his life.

“Yes, there is. Enjoying my hot cocoa and whipped cream, Wright?” Miles smirked as he teased the other man. He always made Phoenix a cup of hot cocoa, whipped cream in a perfect swirl with marshmallows scattered along the swirl–Miles and Miles only could make it so perfectly, especially for his darling husband.

The aforementioned husband’s cheek reddened, warming up at a worryingly quick speed. He immediately wiped his nose, “Don’t get too cocky!” He said, trying to regain at least some of his dignity that was lost over a small bit of whipped cream that he’d accidentally dabbed onto his nose.

Miles chuckled and leaned forward, kissing Phoenix. “Oh, I think I will get a bit cocky. Apparently my drink making skills are just so good that you practically drowned yourself in the mug!” He sat back.

Phoenix sighed. “Fine, I’ll humor you; your cocoa’s good.” “And your cookies are simply stunning, darling. You’ve got to teach me that recipe one day, y’know? It’d be a travesty for our children to miss out on such a meal..” Miles sighed, content.

“‘Our children’? You mean the numerous dogs you’re trying to coax me into getting?” “It’s only six!” Miles said, looking to his husband with puppy–dog eyes. “Six too many! We’re both busy men, baby.” “What about Trucy? She’s happy, so we obviously know how to care for life!” Miles huffed.

“Because Trucy’s a simple girl, Miles. You know this.” Phoenix shuffled closer to Miles, snuggling against his side.

“We could teach her how to care for the dogs..She’d love it–And she’d get assistants for her magic shows! An aspiring magician needs assistants, Phoenix!” Miles replied dramatically, wrapping his arms around his husband and peppering his lips with a few brief kisses.

Phoenix returned the kisses and chuckled. “Don’t get dramatic with me, baby. You and Trucy love those puppy–dog eyes, hm?” He said, sitting up and settling his hand on Miles’s shoulder to kiss him. The hand slid up to cup Miles’s left cheek as they kissed, one of Miles’s hands going to Phoenix’s waist, almost on his hip.

“Dads?” A meek little voice called out.

Phoenix and Miles immediately separated, looking and seeing Trucy standing at the edge of the dark hallway, clutching a plushie of Mr. Hat to her chest–The plushie courtesy of Miles’s excellent sewing and plushie making skills (which came from a source he refuses to elaborate on).

“Trucy, sweetie, hi!” Phoenix said awkwardly, “Why’re you up? ’s late and y’know you’re not supposed to be up this late, especially on Christmas Eve!” He chuckled. Trucy walked around the couch and hopped between her adoptive fathers.

“I was just scared of the dark ’n wanted to be with you two..” The little girl mumbled. Miles pulled Trucy into his arms, kissing her head as she nuzzled into his chest, getting comfortable. “I guess you can stay with us, just make sure to not stay up late, alright? Santa doesn’t like naughty girls who stay up last their bedtime but we’ll tell him you didn’t mean it, m’kay?” Miles cooed paternally. Trucy nodded.

“Do you think we’ll be able to see Santa?” She asked curiously.

“Y’do know that that would make us naughty, right? If we purposefully stayed up late just to see him, we’d get on the naughty list.” Phoenix replied.

“Ah!” Trucy jumped. “I don’t wanna be on the naughty list!” “You won’t!” Miles said, glaring at his husband. “You’ve been good all year, I’m sure if you did accidentally see Santa, he’d let it pass.” He added, wrapping an arm around his adoptive daughter.

Phoenix sighed and crawled over, snuggling against Miles. Miles made room and wrapped an arm around the other man, shuffling to make sure Trucy was also comfortable. “Oh, and now I’m a human pillow! You two have got me trapped!” He said dramatically.

Phoenix rolled his eyes and gave Miles a peck on the lips. “Shut up and watch the damn Minecraft videos.” He shook his head. Miles shook his head. “Fine, I will!”

Trucy giggled, still clutching the Mr. Hat plushie and shifting to look at the TV.

Phoenix looked up to Miles and the other man looked down. Their eyes met and they looked into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before smiling.

Trucy reached out and took a chocolate chip cookie, taking a bite. Miles let out a gasp, “You thief, my cookie!” Trucy giggled again, taking another bite and almost stuffing her cheeks full of the chocolate and dough. “We’ve got a little criminal in our hands, Phoenix!” Miles added. Phoenix shrugged, “She’s been good all year, I’m sure stealing one little cookie isn’t that bad–Santa will let it pass, right?” Phoenix teased.

Miles shook his head jokingly, “Fine.” He said as he received yet another few pecks on the lips from his beloved husband before the trio fell into silence, watching the TV together as the Christmas tree and it’s festive lights glowed in the corner, presents soon to be resting under the tree, ready to be unwrapped by the adoptive family when they woke up the next morning.

What a merry, merry Christmas.

#✧₊⁺📚⋆.˚୨ৎ a story from the pile #narumitsu #ace attorney #phoenix wright x miles edgeworth #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth

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jadeshifting · 6 months ago

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🫀 SHIFTMAS

day 21. WHAT CHRISTMAS TREATS ARE YOU BAKING IN YOUR DR? are you rolling out gingerbread dough and decorating them with icing? baking buttery mince pies or indulgent yule logs? who’s helping, and who’s sneaking bites when you’re not looking?

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baking occupies most of a weekend around the holidays, where my connections and Lorenzo’s goodwill with the Hufflepuffs gets us more access to the kitchens than usual. the smell of sugar and melting chocolate fills the air, and while Lorenzo, Millicent and Blaise are helping to bake, i’m pretty sure those like Pansy, Mattheo, and definitely Theo only stick around to steal what they can

— PEPPERMINT & CHOCOLATE CAULDRON CAKES . rich chocolate cakes shaped like bubbling cauldrons, filled with molten peppermint ganache

— FROSTED SNOWFLAKE SUGAR WANDS . thin sugar cookies enchanted to sparkle like real snowflakes, iced in shimmering silver and frosty blue

— GINGERBREAD ANIMALS . forget houses—my gingerbread game is all about little enchanted familiars: cats, owls, snakes, and toads that wiggle their sugar-dusted tails. (Thyra’s likeness, of course, gets pride of place)

— YULETIDE BERRY TARTELETS . bite-sized tarts filled with spiced berry compote and topped with enchanted sugared holly leaves

— SPICED HOT COCOA BOMBS . i handcraft emerald and silver cocoa bombs, infused with a hint of cinnamon and cardamom. pop one into hot milk, and bam—a swirl of festive flavor with glittering marshmallow snakes

— STAINED GLASS COOKIES . butter cookies with “windows” of melted sugar in jewel-toned reds and greens, charmed to glimmer faintly under candlelight. they’re almost too pretty to eat—almost

— VELVET YULE LOG ROLL . a decadent chocolate sponge rolled with peppermint cream filling, dusted with enchanted powdered sugar that sparkles like fresh snow

— FIREWHISKY-SPIKED FRUIT MINCE PIES . mini pies filled with dried fruits and a dash of Firewhisky, perfect for warming up after a snowball fight. a sprinkle of powdered sugar adds just enough sweetness to balance it out

— LEMON LAVENDER MOON BISCUITS . dainty crescent-shaped biscuits infused with bright lemon and floral lavender, iced in pale pastel hues

— DARK CHOCOLATE GANACHE TART . a sleek, no-nonsense tart with rich, silky ganache and a hint of sea salt. i decorate it with gold-leaf accents and edible star charms for that added sparkle

— BUTTERBEER BLONDIES . chewy blondies infused with butterscotch and Butterbeer syrup, topped with a drizzle of caramel and enchanted snowflake sprinkles

— ELDERFLOWER MERINGUES . feather-light meringues enchanted to shimmer faintly, flavored with elderflower and a hint of lemon

— VANILLA CARDAMOM CRESCENT SCONES . soft, buttery scones with just a whisper of warm spice, shaped into crescents and dusted with snowy sugar

— TRUFFLE ORBS . glittery chocolate truffles in flavors like spiced orange, dark raspberry, and salted caramel, each wrapped in edible silver foil

— CRANBERRY PISTACHIO BISCOTTI . crunchy biscotti studded with ruby-red cranberries and emerald pistachios, perfect for dipping into enchanted hot cocoa

— CARAMELIZED PEAR & ALMOND GALETTE . rustic but elegant, this flaky pastry is topped with spiced caramelized pears and slivered almonds, then baked to golden perfection. a little earthy, a lot luxurious

— EMERALD FIZZ MACARONS . pale green macarons filled with champagne-infused buttercream, topped with edible glitter

— MIDNIGHT CHOCOLATE-DIPPED SHORTBREAD . rich shortbread cookies half-dipped in dark chocolate and sprinkled with gold dust

— FROSTED PUMPKIN MOONCAKES . mini mooncakes filled with spiced pumpkin custard, their intricate patterns iced in snowy white

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#shifting motivation #hogwarts dr #shifting to hogwarts #reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting antis dni #hogwarts scripting #shifting blog #shifters #shifting script #emma’s shiftmas #shifting to harry potter #shifting community #shifting realities #shifting #shifting diary #shifting consciousness #harry potter dr

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snoopledrooplecheesedoodle · 7 months ago

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Day Two: Decorating Cookies: Sucre (OC)

I missed day one but fuck it I will post some winter shit I have too this one is on my OC Sucre. My posts will be inconsistent, I will not apologize. You may request a character from the fandoms I like or one of my ocs (Cat cafe, Sins, and Sucre) I will eat it up if you give me a new character idea.

TW: cannibalism, Sucre being delusional, threats of love potion, reader trying to pacify a maniac, forced affection and feeding, forced drugging

Warm and delicious smells of spices and sugar weave their way throughout the kitchen, teasing you with their aroma. Reminding you of simpler times and baking with loved ones.

Now you wanted to vomit.

The monster who claimed you to be their "sweetheart" was humming Christmas tunes cheerfully as they skipped around the kitchen. You were tied lovingly to a chair with a big red ribbon. A cute little present for the deranged witch.

"Oh sweetheart you'll just love what I'm making, my easy yet scrumptious sugar cookies! Remember when I baked them for you before we eloped?" The pinkette teased as they placed a sweet kiss to your cheek.

Sucre...the cute store owner you had crushed on, the embodiment of sugar and spice. Skin the color of milk chocolate, long pink locks that shone like saltwater taffy, and butterscotch-colored eyes. They looked just as delicious as the treats they prepared for you. You used to feel your heartbeat speed up when they looked at you so sweetly.

However, like their treats their appearance was deceiving. Sucre killed your friends either morphing them into soulless candy minions or into sweet treats they served in their candy shop. Sick twisting of your stomach as you remember Sucre shoving friend flavored fudge down your throat (you cried as you couldn't even taste the human that it once was). Hot tears pool in your eyes as you remember their tortured screams and the magic user's maniacal laughter.

"Oh darling why so glum such saltiness ruins your sweet face." Sucre drags their tan fingers and bubblegum pink nails to collect the single tear streaking down your face. You shiver in disgust as they bring the finger to their mouth and suck on it like a lollipop.

"Perfect as usual." Lovesick expression took over the beautiful face in front of you. Handsome features wasted on such a horrible monster. Sucre continues to flit around their kitchen grabbing cookie cutters and turn to you, marshmallow teeth gleaming.

"Sweetness would you like me to use the Santa cookie cutter or the reindeer cookie cutter?" You glare at the willfully ignorant person in front of you and spit at them. "I want to go home." Sucre giggles putting down the cookie cutters, before wrapping their arms around you. "Silly goose, you know you're already home! We could make a gingerbread house if you stop being such a Grinch." You scream and kick revolted by the candy man's touch. "Fuck you and fuck Christmas, I never asked for this!"

Sucre's stupid mouth stops spewing stupid bullshit for once, their body stilling. You're too distraught to care about the now magenta pair of eyes looking at you. "Mon chéri you're being so sour, you know how I don't like sour people." You don't care what's the worse they can do, kill you?

"If you hate me so much then get rid of me like the other people you killed." The magenta swirling in their eyes got worse as their expression twisted. "I would never hurt you, how dare you compare yourself to those dégoûtant." Angry tears fall down Sucre's face as the witch shakes you harshly. You went to bite the hand who force feeds you, causing Sucre to retreat with a wounded expression.

"Chéri why must you be so difficult...I just want to love you, why can't you let me do that?!" Sucre had officially gone off the deep end again. They pull a candy out of their pocket and unwrap the sweet.

"I've been so lonely for so long, longer than you'd ever know." Sucre's eyes swirl with madness like spun sugar. You push yourself as far back into your seat as you can. "I could have drugged you in the start, forced you to love me." They push further into your space expression unreadable. You twist your head to escape what this madman would do next.

"(Y/N) look at me." You snap your head back in shock of Sucre using anything but their pet names. This gave Sucre enough time to shove the sweet into your mouth. You begin thrashing when you felt its sweetness melt on your tongue, attempting to spit the offending item out of your mouth. Your attempt is thwarted as Sucre covers your mouth and pinches your nose shut.

"Stop sugar I won't let you breath until you swallow." The lack of air made you struggle further. You can't let them win you need to get out. Sucre's intense gaze your only sight as you flounder for air. The crazy bitch was trying to kill you, and you knew it.

Struggling made you lose air faster as you slowed your struggling, choking behind your captor's hand. You swallow unintentionally, the sweet going down the wrong pipe.

Sucre lets you go as you cough painfully hot pink salvia spilling from your mouth as Sucre's toffee eyes return and stare nervously at you. The world blurs from the tears forming in the corners of your eyes once more. Out of pain and sadness in knowing you lost.

Aching warmth filled you as strong arms embrace you; you stare at your savior with awe. Sucre looked so different in the light and did they always have such a chiseled chest. The witch looks like a kicked puppy staring down at you while cradling you in their arms.

"Chéri, are you okay? I knew I shouldn't have forced you, but I couldn't help it I-" Sucre is cut off by your lips connecting with theirs in a messy desperate kiss. Their lips tasted so sweet as you deepen the kiss. The witch comes back to their senses when you bite their lip causing them to moan. They also began to kiss you as voraciously as you did them. Your tongue pried open their lips as your tongue snaked around theirs desperate to taste every part of their mouth. The only noises were the wet mouth noises and Sucre's breathy moans.

When you pull away, you look at Sucre with a single emotion in your eyes: hunger. The poor frazzled witch flushed so deeply as their love drunk expression met your own. "That was wonderful darling, I wish you'd be this forward more often." You grip the front of their frilled shirt and stare intensely. "I want reindeer cookies and then I want you."

Sucre giggles as they untie you, you then proceed to tackle them with another passionate kiss.

You both found something very sweet in each other's arms~

So much for cookies am I right? I may have rushed but you should definitely enjoy!

chéri: Sweetheart

dégoûtant: Disgusting, gross, revolting

#yandere x reader #nonbinary yandere #nonbinary #yandere #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc sucre #yandere candy witch #yandere witch #yandere monster x reader #tw: cannibalism

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