#Three Baking Secrets of Bakers Who Bake!

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[rboooks]

The bakery is a front!...right? Part 3

Danny carefully finished the last details on a special order cake done by his newest and likely most crucial customer should the man like his pastries.

Bruce Wayne's butler was to arrive in twenty minutes for his youngest son's birthday cake. It was a staking tower and three smaller stacks, each depicting a cow on a farm, and a cat sleeping with a dog in the middle of a leap. Damian had asked for a cake that showed all his pets but was vegan.

It was an honestly fun order even if he didn't quite understand the special instructions.

"Damian's school friends mention a fun new "suger energy" coming from this bakery. I want him not to be seen as someone out of touch, so please make sure to add that in," Bruce Wayne said over the phone to a shocked Danny a week prior. If he got Wayne's attention, then soon his bakery would be the newest hot spot in Gotham!

It would be the perfect cover for bringing over more funds from his Ghost Vault and expanding. He could help many more people with employment without bringing the pesky IRS on his head for having unexplainable cash.

Sometimes doing everything by the book was a headache and a half, but if there was one thing Fentons knew how to do, was make their business significantly legal. How else would his parents file taxes for "ghost hunting?"

Handsome possible mate is near. Phantom purred in his mind while Danny spun the cake one last time to ensure everything was in order.

Sure enough Alvin appears at the kitchen door, not quite within the room, staring

. Danny has no problems with who is in his kitchen, but Andres insisted only kitchen staff needed to be back here. Apparently, they didn't have enough legroom to add more people, taking up unnecessary space.

And Andres had a strange urge to keep all their recipes a secret. It was not uncommon in Gotham for big corporations to send in spies and cause small businesses to go bankrupt when selling their secerts.

Danny, knows he's a good baker, has since he was a child. Even before his move, he could convince other ghosts Rogues to stop mid-fight for a snack break because his creations were tasty. While his original recipes falling into the hands of greedy rich men made him squirm, it was primarily due to someone taking credit for his work rather than any funds lost to them.

So after a while, he agreed to Andres' demands and promoted him to store manager. It was easier to have someone from Gotham run a Gotham shop. It left Danny with more time to bake and keep a eye on the community's recovery.

He was so happy to see that overdoses had gone down by nearly sixty percent since he opened. The homeless population had decreased by forty percent, and overall crime in his area had been a good twenty percent.

It was good to see how he was protecting his haunt.

"Danny" Alvin called after a moment. "Do you need help?"

Now, Alvin is a great guy, cute too but he couldn't decorate a cupcake to save his life. His bother was a better hand in the kitchen.

Bring him to our nessssstttt Phantom urged with a shocking wave of want, almost having Danny tumble over. Ugh, his mating season is getting out of hand.

He had seen Frostbite last week about it, but the yeti told him it was perfectly natural for ecto-beings. He would start to stabilize soon, and hopefully, Phantom would no longer be tripping over its tail to get a significant other and start a family.

His nesting problem only grew recently. Now Danny owned every building on the block- primarily due to the facilities being old businesses that went bankrupt years ago and made it super cheap after sitting there for years collecting dust. He had realized that kids didn't feel safe with adults, so a new building went up for homeless adults on his other side. Then he realized that they could benefit from a laundry place which happened to be one of the businesses that went under.

He got that remodeled and threw more goons into it. Scarecrow's old goons had gotten the word out that Danny paid well, gave excellent benefits, and working for him had the less likely chance of getting their face smashed in. Then a homeless kid asked Danny if he could borrow his bathroom because the temporary ones in the side buildings were small and cold, and the kid really missed splashing around in a tub instead of a shower. He realized he also needed to offer that. So one of the buildings was turned into a bathhouse, with rentable personal spa rooms for regular citizens. Now a community laundromat and bathhouse were open at all hours, helping stop the spread of diseases with good hygiene.

Of course, Danny had to make it seem like the money for all of this came from somewhere. He contacted Vlad, whose status as a billionaire made it easy to wire him the funds. When asked, Vlad would only mention trying to get into his step-kids good side.

He still had plenty of street kids doing bakery deliveries for him, but now he had more space to give them a actually apartment. He of course never ask for commitment and they never gave it to him.

He had a few families approach him to rest out the other buildings for business and he was excited to see different restaurants and cafes blooming to life around him. This whole street, once a dead sad thing, was becoming colorful because of him.

'I'm fine thank you Alvin" Danny says shooting the younger man a grin. Alvin face heats up and Phantom is practically beating its head against a wall. Screaming, crying as Alvin plays with bit of his hair at the bottom of his neck.

Danny swallows down the urge run his fingers through it, focusing on his human side as hard as he could.

"Is that the cake with the special ingredient? The one you send the street kids on deliverieswith?" Alvin asks after a moment pause.

"Sure is. Hopefully, we can get the Wayne's hooked on it. It'll be great for business." Danny smiles. There is a split second where Alvin's face tightens around the mouth like he's angry before it's gone.

"Yeah, I bet. Though with the help of Masters, we won't have to worry about funds for a while, right?"

Putting his tools in the sink to soak, the baker shrugs. "Vlad will help but only after he sees potential in something. The set up I have going got his attention cause of our special ingredient. He's dabbled with it before, you know? That's how he got rich"

Alvin jerks his head in his direction. "So he's an expert?"

"More than an expert. He's the main reason we have so much of this stuff to push. I wouldn't be able to get it on my own without his help," Danny says, absent minded. He's busy trying to beat Phantom back with a stick as his ghost side whines for a child of their own.

He's not going to date any of his employees. That's a weird power imbalance that Jazz would never approve of.

Maybe he should take some time away from the bakery for a while. Danny couldn't find true love if he was always working. He'll ask Tucker and Sam to come to some clubs or something. It could be fun.

I want a baby! Phantom sneered outrage that his demands have been ignored.

Soon Danny promised I'd eat two whole bagels later in the meantime.

"Masters is our leading supplier, and he just lets us manage his goods without instruction? Isn't that a bit unorthodox?

Danny blinks " I guess? Vlad's always done some unorthodox deals. His giving me complete control will likely keep him out of the picture once someone catches on. Gosh, sometimes I wish I got out of the family business as my sisters did, but one of us had done this, or our parents would be unbearable."

Alvin Draper looks sadden "Your parents pushed you into this life?"

"Raised me in it," Danny corrects "My dad and I made his special Fruge for the first time when I was three. Been hooked ever since."

Just then Peter is there looking horror stuck "Your old man got you hooked at age three?"

"Yeah?"

"Why do you keep doing it then?"

"The baking? Well, it's ugh part of me now. I'll die of I stop- er die completely. "

Alvin snatched his hand to tug him close, and wow, he was stronger than he looked for a nineteen-year-old. Phantom woofs as the man practically lefts him off the floor to set him on the counter and stare into his eyes. "You don't have to live like this anymore. Let me help you. Let me protect you"

Both Danny and Phantom chock on their shared spit at the best flirting method anyone could use against a protective spirit.

The promise of protection was like someone whispering sweet nothings in his ear during love making.

"I got to go!" He screams jumping away from the brothers to run out of his own bakery in a panic.

Goodness. I need a vacation. Maybe my sisters would be down for some ectoplasm collecting in the Ghost Zone?

(Jason and Tim take the cake for Damian back to the cave, swearing when the test come back as a regular vegan cake. Had Tim stepped in too early and stop Danny from adding the drug?

Jason was angry that Danny was just another kid the adult around him failed. But now Danny was one of those adults, and it's killed him to admit it, but he would still shoot Danny in order to stop the cycle.

Bruce, after confirming the cake was delicate, shared a slice with his youngest, who adored the flavor. It was the best cake he's ever had. Such a waste of talent on crime.

At least the Bats had a new lead. Vlad Masters and his mysterious rise to wealth. They would get him and Danny off the streets.

Danny is miles away, fanning his blushing face as his sister demands more information of the cute baker boy that knew how to flirt with protection ghosts. )

( Part 1) (Part 2), (Part 4)

[madlittlecriminal]

[INTRO] Secret Ingredient⥓ Mafia!Miguel O'Hara × Female!Baker!Reader

Warnings: mention of robbery, mention of Miguel missing breakfast, mention of Miguel being used for homework

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To say his day was rough, was an understatement.

He felt as though no one paid attention to him for the simple fact that every little thing had gone wrong. It was worse when he got told one of his clubs got robbed by none other than Osbron's little crew.

If Miguel was being honest, he needed a damn drink. Unfortunately, he had a meeting with his Alchemax team in about an hour, so drinking was out of the question; he'd have to wait until after to have a drink, but he didn't really mind it as much.

He stepped out of the club after reviewing the damage, relieved that no one was hurt and that his rule was followed: give them the money as a life means more than cash. Plus, they robbed him on a slow night, so he lost about three grand in total from his bartenders' tips and the money from drinks. He simply reimbursed them and told them he makes more than that in an hour, so he didn't care.

He fixed his ruby colored sunglasses as his eyes traveled to the bakery across the street from his club. He tilted his head to the side, confused as to how he's never seen it before. "Is that bakery new?"He asked one of the bartenders at his club who shook her head with a grin.

"Depends on what your definition of new is, boss. It's been there since you hired me, and I've been working here for three years." Miguel's brows furrowed as she explained it to him.

"How am I just now noticing it?"

"Easy. You come to the club at 12 am. The bakery closes at 11pm."

"Why so late?"

"Because the ovens are cold by then. We're her last customers. Remember that concha Lyla gave you?" He nods. "It's from there. She does desserts from all over the world. She's talented." With that, the bartender takes her leave. Miguel tilts his head to the side before heading across the street and into the bakery. His nose is hit with the delicious scent of baked goods, some bringing him back to his childhood when his mother would bake for him and his brother Gabriel.

"I'll be with you in a sec!" You called out from where he believed was the kitchen. He doesn't respond, too focused on the orejas and the many pan finos you had. He took note of the flan, apple pies, banana bread, muffins, macarons, and more. His stomach growled, remembering he missed breakfast.

Then you appeared, flour on your cheeks and on your burgundy apron. You gave him a kind smile and he took off his sunglasses, putting them away and getting a better look at you from the natural sunlight that broke through from the window of your bakery. Were you real?

"How can I help you, sir?" His heart raced as his breathing hitched slightly. His palms were clammy with sweat, and he wasn't sure if it was because of the rush of nerves that entered his body or the heat from the bakery. Wait, was it hot in here?

"Uh...hi. C-can I get a piece of..." Miguel didn't trust himself to finish the sentence as he resorted to pointing at the stack of conchas. The last time he remembered being this nervous around a girl was back in high school when the cheerleader asked him for his help on biology homework. Unfortunately, he also remembers that she only flirted with him to get her homework done. He was glad they didn't have science together after that as he went to AP Chemistry the following year.

You smiled and nodded. "Chocolate, vanilla, or strawberry?"

Once again, he didn't trust his voice so only pointed at the chocolate one.

"How many?"

He held up two fingers and you nodded. "Alright. Your total is $4.25. Cash or card?" You put the conchas in a bag as you waited for a response.

"Cash." He handed you a 20-dollar bill and took the bag. "Keep the change. Don't need a receipt." He quickly rushed out of the bakery without another word.

You stood there with the 20 bucks in hand, blinking down at the register in confusion. You put the cash in the register and put the receipt down. "Well, that wasn't weird at all." You mumble to yourself before heading back to the kitchen to check on the rasgulla you had cooling down.

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[cherry-pop-elf]

BAKING WITH THE WEASLEY SIBLINGS

William ‘Bill’

Since he is the eldest, he had to do a lot of cooking with his parents. He was a victim of ‘third parent’ syndrome. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t find comfort in baking. It still fills a void in his heart when cooking and baking. His favorite thing to make, with you, is something he learned in Egypt. Baklava. It’s super airy, and the right amount of sweet. Given being partially turned has made his senses heighten, it makes for a good treat to share with you and his siblings. It’s nice to do normal things, when your life is so abnormal. He also learned to make some mean meat pies. Just know not to ask a slice on the full moon. That shit is raw. Thats what you get for dating a curse breaking werewolf. Eh. More protein never hurts in a diet, most of the time

Charlie

As the second oldest, he also had to do a lot of baking as well. There is also the fact that being a Dragonologist has left him fending for himself in the wild. So he’s had to get pretty creative if he wants something sweet. Hey. He’s a Weasley. They are famous for being creative. A treat he enjoys is Romanian Dessert Salami. Though, often times he uses the term liberally and often makes a rather fruity bread roll instead. Gotta use what ya got! Also, hope you are prepared to see him using his wand a lot for cooking. Don’t have much when chasing dragons. It is rather fascinating to learn how to make desserts from so little. Your little adventure man

Percy

Being the third child, you would think he wouldn’t be as responsible as his older siblings. You are wrong. The moment the two older brothers were out the door, it was his turn. Desserts were never a passion of his, so he’s not the best at it. But he won’t deny the fact he can make a mean pie. It’s a secret talent he has. You can count on him to make any pie your heart desires. He won’t say it out loud, but making pies is very therapeutic to him. He has a pie for each sibling even. Bill is meat, Charlie is mixed berries, Fred is Chocolate while George is Peanut butter, Ron is Pumpkin, and Ginny is Peach. Him? …..What was your favorite type of pie again~?

Fred

Fred isn’t really much of a baker. He’s more of the cooking type. You are better off seeing him make breakfast, despite being a night owl, compared to making any desserts. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t find his loopholes. Like how Percy is great with pies, Fred is amazing with Bread. Fred Bread! As proxy, he has his siblings favorite bread types memorized. Bill likes dark chocolate types, Charlie likes anything with berries, Percy is rather boring with banana, he loves grape while George will like orange, Ron likes hers with some pumpkin, and Ginny is the cinnamon type. Expect plenty of fresh bread with him. He’s got you covered

George

He IS the baker in the family. Who do you think brought up the idea of selling bake goods at WWW? He can, and will, bake ANYTHING! He has everyone’s favorite treats memorized. He is constantly handing out free samples to kids. He WILL find an excuse to bake. You want cookies? Hot and fresh from the oven. It’s three am and you want a cake? It’s now four am and you got a cake. He IS the baker. He loves to bake so much, and is always making sure the shop has fresh supply. If you can’t ever find him anywhere, follow your nose to the kitchen. He’s got something in the works. For someone!

Ron

Like Fred, he’s not really a baker. He’s a cooker. Doesn’t mean he can’t make a dessert if he has to. He’s become pretty good at making tarts, custards, and puddings. Very much comfort food. Something he picked up again when going to school with Harry. Given, ya know, the Dursleys. He won’t lie, it was also a cheap way to flirt with Hermione without breaking his wallet. Funny thing is she was never one for such desserts. Now she can’t get enough. He makes those comfort foods with a lot of heart, and is willing to make them if you have a bad day. He does get a bit anxious when cooking around other people, but he warms up eventually.

Ginny

Like Fred and Ron, she doesn’t really bake either. She was the baby of the family, after all. She does, however, like to make cookies for her team. There is something so nice about having a warm cookie after a cold rainy day of Quidditch practice. Helps that you convinced her to pick up the habit again. She likes to make cookies with fruit in them. To try and have them on the healthier side, given she’s an athlete. So a tart cookie is a good cookie to her. It’s simple, basic, and quick, but nothing wrong with that. A quickly made cookie, with love, is better than a drawn out dessert of labor. It’s also easy to blame her love of fruity desserts on Charlie. She’s the baby girl in an army of boys. She picked up some habits

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BTS Halloween Fic Recs

In honour of spooky season, here are some fanfic recommendations that I think fit the mood or theme of the season! What that means to me really is just some supernatural fics that I've enjoyed a lot. Hope you enjoy some of these fics as well, and if you do, don't forget to let the author know by leaving feedback! Most of these stories contain smut or other mature themes so MINORS DNI!

kim namjoon

hungry (for your love) by @minisugakoobies (two-shot, 4k) slight fluff/slight smut

[namjoon x vampire reader, strangers to lovers]

summary: After a century of slumber, you wake ravenous for your next meal. The first human you stumble across, Namjoon, is a fine choice. You just weren’t expecting him to be so cute.

wish granted by @jjungkookislife (4.6k) smut

[genie namjoon x reader, strangers to lovers]

summary: Finding a genie in a bottle wasn’t what you were expecting the night before Halloween. Being granted three wishes sounded like fun at first, but after wasting one, and stumped on the second, you’re not too sure how your night will pan out. And the genie is of no help… he is insanely attractive though!

kim seokjin

useless magic by @raplinesmoon (2.3k) fantasy/fluff

[baker seokjin x witch reader]

summary: As owner of the hot new bakery in town, you should be more than ashamed to admit that your baking sucks. You know this fact. The only reason why people keep coming back to your bakery is that your desserts are enchanted: chocolate chip cookies that provide warmth and comfort, blueberry muffins that give a burst of energy to start the day, chocolate-covered strawberries spiked with love potions. One day, your fellow rival and bakeshop owner Kim Seokjin stumbles upon you in the midst of casting a spell. And chaos ensues.

in the dead of night by @ot7always (14.5k) smut/fluff

[vampire seokjin x reader, friends to lovers]

summary: You didn’t exactly expect Kim Seokjin to show up at your door at 3 am requesting a bite.

min yoongi

mine by @sailoryooons (14.8k) smut/horror/thriller

[yoongi x succubus reader]

summary: Yoongi lives a quiet life. His days are organized neatly, and every week he can expect the same results. Then he meets you. Hypnotizing. Otherworldly. Strange. And his life never goes back to the way it was before.

the dark by @bratkook (18k) smut

[demon yoongi x reader]

summary: your small town thrives on the occult, luring tourists in with endless themed festivities, but the only place you’re determined to see is the mysterious club that comes to life the week before Halloween. what makes The Dark so exclusive, and what secrets are they hiding behind closed doors?

jung hoseok

not today, satan by @gimmethatagustd (3.7k) humor/a lil bit of smut

[demon hoseok x reader]

summary:  If you had known the demon tasked with reaping your soul would be a total #daddy you would have gone to Hell sooner!

what happened in neverland by @kithtaehyung (4.3k) angst/smut/pwp

[mermaid hoseok x pirate reader, enemies to lovers]

summary: you hate him. he’s your enemy. that’s just how it’s always been. so how the hell did you end up here?

the wood by @sailoryooons (16.7k) psychological thriller/smut

[witch hoseok x reader]

summary:  From the moment you step foot in Kill Devil, you know something about the town is off. Determined to find out exactly how your sister went missing in such a small town, you receive unlikely help from the man staying in the motel room next to yours. But there is so much more than what meets the eye with Hoseok and the citizens of Kill Devil.

park jimin

cloud nine by @suga-kookiemonster (5.4k) smut/horror

summary: “he’s here again” viv whispers. “you know who. the hot guy who’s totally into you.” and he is hot – devastatingly hot enough that you know he can’t actually be into you, because the universe simply doesn’t work that way. that still doesn’t stop your heart from pounding when he smiles at you from across the room. 

nectar by @gimmethatagustd (series, 35k) smut/angst/fluff

[human jimin x vampire reader, roommates to lovers, college au]

summary: Humans have this annoying habit of being drawn to danger, and you’re having a hard time stopping yourself from sinking your teeth into your new roommate. You’re not sure what’s more tantalizing: his impossibly good looks or his seemingly innocent way of flirting with the darkest part of you.

the prince’s cinderella syndrome by @jimilter (39.4k) angst/smut/fluff

[cursed jimin x reader, strangers to lovers]

summary:  He shows up at Halloween, every year, dressed the same, and leaves at midnight like some Cinderella. You would think he was a prankster if his eyes didn’t look like they contained all the sadness in the world. You don’t know him - no one on campus does. You don’t know why he appears only once a year. You don’t know why he never smiles. But you can’t help falling in love with him. Even if he breaks your heart when he abandons you at midnight, again.

lovely demons by @kpopfanfictrash (41.7k) fantasy/angst/smut

[prince of hell jimin x witch reader, enemies to lovers]

summary: As penance for a crime committed long, long ago, the Witch Council banished you to the feared Tholoss forest. Your sentence was one hundred thousand days of solitude – or death, whichever came first. Your only hope of salvation comes from the demon names routinely sent your way; creatures who escape the inner circles of Helland pose a threat to the mortal realms. For each demon you kill, days are removed from your sentence. For years you’ve existed, biding your time, until one morning you receive a name which throws your entire world into chaos: the name of Park Jimin, High Prince of Hell himself.

kim taehyung

moonstruck by @jungkxook (7.4k) smut/fluff

[werewolf taehyung x reader, arranged marriage au]

summary: in hindsight, being friends with a pack of werewolves and, thus, suddenly being thrown into a world of supernatural furries and other inhuman beings isn’t something you would recommend but it was too late to back out now, especially when you consider the fact that apparently you’re now being “hunted” and the only way to save you is to be mated with taehyung. whatever that means.

et sic incipit by @lavienjin (12.5k) smut/pwp

[incubus taehyung x virgin reader]

summary: For Taehyung, born of old and before the dawn of man, tempting mortals is nothing more than a pass-time to quench his boredom. Everything changes when he met you, literally too good to be true, but no human has ever resisted his pull. And he’s sure that you’re no different.

love you for infinity by @gimmethatagustd (24k) smut/angst/fluff

[ghost taehyung x human reader, long-lost lovers, soulmates (kinda)]

summary: Kim Taehyung and his fiancée met their untimely deaths when they were young and heartbroken. When he’s doomed to roam the earth as a ghost with unfinished business, Taehyung is convinced that finding the soul of his true love and righting his wrongs will set him free. However, you have no intention of being haunted by a ghost for the rest of your life.

jeon jungkook

corrupt by @bratkook (5k) smut/pwp

[vampire jungkook x human reader]

summary: You’d be crying out in pain begging me to play my games. I could corrupt you, it would be ugly.

knot today by @kinktae (5.8k) smut/pwp

[alpha jungkook x virgin omega reader, friends to lovers]

summary: When your first heat approaches and you are left desperate and partnerless, who better to turn to than your alpha roommate that you’ve spent the better half of your life hiding your feelings for?

only when you’re lonely by @jjkeverlast (7.5k) humor/smut/angst

[human jungkook x succubus reader, fake dating, college au]

summary: jungkook has never dated anyone, because of you and you're soft touches that bring him to orbit. it's all it's ever been, just sex between you. although, it brings an unexpected turn when jungkook accidentally blurts you out as his girlfriend to his college friends which results in them expecting you to an upcoming party. what jungkook doesn't know is that you're much more than just someone he meets when he's lonely.

wicked by @noteguk (9.1k) smut

[incubus jungkook x inexperienced reader]

summary; in which incubus!jungkook likes to ruin pretty innocent things, and you might just be the perfect target.

darkroom by @yoon-kooks (10.2k) smut/fluff

[vampire jungkook x reader, college au]

summary:  When you somehow end up in an advanced photography class that you definitely shouldn’t be in, you seek the help of shy nerdy boy Jeon Jungkook to preserve your 4.15 GPA. It isn’t until after you stumble upon him in the darkroom that you realize your cute little nerd is actually a super hot vampire with an icy cold stare and beautiful burgundy eyes.

hotter than hell by @chateautae (series, 136k) angst/fluff/smut

[fallen lucifer jungkook x human reader, enemies to lovers, road trip au]

summary: jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he’s unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer should’ve been easy, if it weren’t for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.

multiple members

ravished by two by @yoonia (5k) smut

[alpha namjoon x werewolf reader x alpha seokjin, fated mates]

summary: Two dominant Alphas, one defining goal. But how far can you catch up with two prime, tenacious males overcome with desire?

compromise by @here2bbtstrash (10k) crack/smut

[vampire taehyung x human reader x werewolf jungkook, twilight au]

summary: you’re torn between the two loves of your life - but maybe you don’t have to choose.

the (hell) house by @whatifyoulivelikethat (two-shot, 25k+) crack/fluff/smut

[ot7 x fwb reader, all kinds of monster sex lol]

summary: Welcome to the Hell House. Some call it resident evil. Some call it a haunted house. Some call it a waste of space (rude). Enter if you dare – the Doctor will ensure that you never come out the same. What’s that? Why are you going with your seven fuckbuddies? You wouldn’t… fuck in there, right? (Yes, you would.)

Thank you so much for taking the time to check out this list! And thank you to these amazing authors for sharing their work with us!! I honestly wanted to read more this month but I ended up not having time and yet I still wanted to put together a little list for the spooky season (thank you to the anon who asked for halloween recs for giving me a little push!) If anyone has more recommendations, I'd love to hear them, so don't be afraid to put them in the comments or send me an ask <3

[venerawrites]

HI !! I came on to say I absolutely LOVE your blog and the ideas you have for gaara writings ! I’m obsessed with them 🥹💞🩷💗!!!

May I ask for a gaara(the last/blank period) x gn!reader where they’ve been in secret for 2 years since reader is a Civilian who’s known as the sweetest baker in the village.

I can only think of gaara just having to compose himself while his beloved is just…sitting there unintentionally causing their bfs heart to burst.

author's note: thank you so much for the kind words and for this beautiful request! I haven't written pure fluff in a long time, so I really enjoyed writing this one (it almost felt like relaxing, haha). Hope you enjoy! <3

The final rays of sunshine showered the whole bakery in warm orange light, kissing the faces of the three kids in front of you with warmth. They were all squeezing a bunch of lemon butter biscuits in their hands, while they eagerly tried to stuff as many of them as they could in their mouth, thus resulting in half of the food falling on the floor as crumbs.

"Hey, what did I say about eating slowly?", you playfully glared at them and they all gave you a wide apologetic smile, before turning their attention back to the baked goods in their hands.

Every day you said that this was going to be the last time you would give the kids all the sweets you had left at the end of the day and every day you kept breaking that promise.

But who could blame you?

Kai, Sentu, and Biju knew all the tricks to your heart, including the fact that you were never able to resist their puppy eyes and the praise they kept giving while eating your pastries. They came to your bakery almost every day, just minutes before closing, begging you to let them try the different pastries that were still left from earlier. The routine, however, always ended the same - with lemon butter biscuits, a shared favourite between all three.

"If I could eat one food for the rest of my life, it would be this", Kai mumbled with his mouth full and you gave him a look, a silent reminder not to talk while eating.

"Me too", chirped in Biju, before stealing one more biscuit from the box you kept re-arranging. You gently pushed her hand with yours, before closing the box.

"Nu-uh, young lady", you shook your head, "This is for your classmates. You are supposed to share with them during your star watching lesson tonight, remember?"

They groaned in unison, remembering they had to leave soon if they wanted to make it on time. The Suna Academy has organised a star-watching event led by Kankuro, which was both a class on how to use the stars as a navigation tool, as well an opportunity for them to spend some time together outside the classroom.

The little bell on top of the door rang, indicating that someone else was entering. You opened your mouth to say that your bakery was already closed, but your lips stretched into a wide smile once you saw Gaara sitting there, eyeing your little gathering with twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

"Lord Kazekage", you greeted before giving a respectful bow. He returned the greeting, before moving his attention back to his three students, who stared at him with wide eyes and their cheeks puffed with food. None of them moved, probably hoping that if they just stayed still, they would somehow become invisible.

"I thought you promised no more eating sweets in the afternoon?", he crossed his arms in front of his chest, but the gentle smile on his lips betrayed his real mood, "Last time you were so full, you fell asleep on the training ground before we can even start practice."

Sentu, being the bravest one of the three, quickly started chewing the remaining biscuits in his mouth, before laying his back against the chair.

"But Sensei, we don't have a training practice today", he whined, stretching his hands above his head. Gaara looked at him with a knowing look and he quickly looked at his friends for support. Biju, the sweetest talker in the group, looked at her sensei, before giving him the same puppy eyes she practiced on you earlier.

"We are sorry, sensei!", she smiled brightly at him and the redhead shook his head, knowing that they had the full power over him to do whatever they pleased, "But Y/N's sweets are just so good! We can't control it!"

You finally broke your silence by letting a small laugh and pushing the carefully wrapped box towards them.

"Okay, you little charmer, that's enough! You need to go now or you are going to be late", their hands all flew toward the packed desserts and you lifted it above their reach just before they could grab it, "And remember - that is for your classmates, okay? I already packed your favourites and put it in your bags."

Once they nodded in understanding, you passed them the box and they quickly ran out of the bakery, bidding Gaara a quick goodbye. The man stayed at the door, watching their figures getting smaller and smaller in the distance before he sighed and looked at you.

"You are spoiling them!"

"I do not!", you gasped, throwing your cooking towel over your shoulder, "Plus you are not the one to talk! You are their sensei and they all have you wrapped around their little fingers."

Gaara opened his mouth, but quickly closed it again as he realised you were right and he couldn't argue otherwise. He entered the small shop, gently closing the door behind him. If there was one thing he loved the most about it, it would be the smell of freshly baked pastries that always seemed to fill the whole space. And it was not only because it never failed to make his mouth water, but also because it reminded him of the first time he saw you.

It was a few days after the grand opening of your bakery. The space itself was nothing special - it was far from the city centre and it barely fitted three tables with two chairs each inside. Yet the rumour about the always smiling baker, who generously gave free pastries to the children and to those who could not afford it, didn’t take long to reach the ear of the Kazekage and soon he found himself walking to your shop, accompanied by Kankuro.

“Giving free food doesn’t sound like a sustainable business plan”, commented Kankuro, while scratching his chin. Gaara gave him a side glance, but did not slower his pace.

“They obviously do it because they love their craft, not for the money”, the redhead commented, “We are still recovering from all the losses we suffered during the war, including economically. Why is it so bad that someone is trying to use their skill to share happiness amongst our people?”

Kankuro just shrugged his shoulders in response, getting distracted by the low rumble of his stomach. He skipped lunch today, hoping to have enough space to try at least one from each type of baked goods you offered. Hoping to ignore the rising hunger, he crossed his arms behind his head instead, relaxing under the warmth of the sun.

As someone who has lived in Suna their whole life, Gaara also appreciated the burning ball in the sky. Despite being the reason for the harsh conditions under which his people were living in, it was also a provider or warmth and beautiful sunsets, which never failed to fill his heart with joy. He often woke up early in the morning in order to watch the sunrise, the beginning of the new day being something he liked to appreciate as often as possible. Never did he imagine that the same pleasant feeling that spread inside of him when watching the sun appear above the horizon would also spread inside his ribcage the moment he laid your eyes on you. You didn’t notice him and Kankuro at first - too busy decorating the little cupcakes that were now cool enough to be frosted, the tip of your tongue was poking out from the corner of your mouth, while your eyes were narrowed in concentration. There was a bit of flour in your hair and on your cacti apron, but you seemed to pay no mind to your appearance, as you continued to craft your art.

The smell of freshly baked sweets quickly made both brothers' mouths to fill with saliva. Gaara, however, was able to ignore it, much preferring to continue watching you work. Kankuro, on the other hand, could not control his hunger any longer.

"Oh Kami, everything smells SO GOOD!", the puppet master exclaimed and you dropped the piping bag in surprise, not even realising someone was standing by the counter, "I will have one of each, please! Actually... two of each!"

The redheaded ninja glared at his brother, disappointed both in his behaviour and at the fact he interrupted the peace of your work. He then stepped forward, offering you a small smile, while getting a pouch of money out of his pocket to pay for Kankuro's unsatisfiable hunger.

Maybe he was overworked and was just imagining things, but to this day he could swear that the moment your eyes met, both of you froze in place. It was almost like some form of electricity hit both of your bodies at the same time and you were unable to look away, completely tuning out Kankuro's rambling, the loud noise from the street outside, and even the rumbling of the old fan on one of the walls.

The world have stopped and it was just you and him, and Gaara wished he could stay in that moment forever. Unfortunately for him, he was forcefully brought back to reality, once his brother nudged him to pay.

He still remembers the small laugh that escaped your lips while watching them bicker if they should eat the pastries on the way or if they should wait till they get home, the sound replaying for days inside his mind.

The young Kazekage didn't know what type of spell you cast on him, but he found himself in front of your bakery the next day after work, using his sibling's sweet tooth as an excuse not only to see you again, but also to gain the courage to talk to you.

"Hello? Earth to Gaara?"

Your hand kept moving in front of his face and his cheeks immediately reddened, realizing he had zoned out and taken a trip down the memory lane again.

"I'm sorry, love! You were saying...?"

With a click of your tongue, you rolled your eyes at him, while closing the distance between you two. Moving your fingers through his red locks, he immediately relaxed under your touch, his eyes still boring into yours. He had every single mole and crease on your face memorised, yet every time it was like seeing you for the first time.

During the two years you have been together, he often wondered what he has done to deserve such a sweet, kind, and beautiful partner. He liked to think of his work as his way to achieve redemption for his past mistakes, but having you in his arms felt more like a prize, given to him by the gods themselves for his good deeds. Gaara didn't believe he deserved it, but now that he had it, he was about to make sure he never let go of it.

Noticing he was beginning to get distracted again, you lifted your head a bit, placing a gentle kiss on his chin. This seemed to be enough to bring his attention back and he used the opportunity to lower his head a bit, so he could capture your lips with his. He never knew how, but you always tasted even sweeter than your desserts.

"Gaara!", you pulled away and lightly hit him on the chest, while stretching your neck to see if there was anyone walking down the street, who could've seen you. Thankfully, no one was there, everyone being either back at home with their family or enjoying their night at the central tavern.

It was not like you felt shame or anything similar by being with the Kazekage. But with him being the most important ninja in the Land of Wind and you valuing your simple life as a person, who was lucky enough to be able to make a living out of what they loved, you both have decided that your relationship was better being kept secret for now.

"I'm sorry, my love", his hand reached behind him and expertly found the small rope on the window, before pulling it down and shutting the blinds. He then nuzzled his face into your neck, inhaling the sweet aroma of cinnamon and chocolate that you always seemed to carry with you at the end of the day.

"I just missed you", he murmured, his breath tickling your sensitive skin, "I haven't seen you for a few days."

A small smile formed on your lips and wrapped your arms tighter around him, pressing him closer to you and closing your eyes at the feeling. You stayed in each other's embrace for a few minutes, before you gently pulled away, laying a kiss on his nose once he scrunched his face in protest.

"I missed you too, love", you planted one more kiss, which he tried to make land on his lips, but you were quicker, "But you really need to tell me what would you like to eat for dinner tonight! The store is going to close soon."

Your eyes moved to the small watch on your wrist and your brows furrowed, trying to calculate how much time you have left to close the bakery and walk to the shop, without having to rush too much.

"If we leave now, we will have exactly thirty minutes to-"

"Actually", he interrupted, moving one of his hands to the back of his neck and scratching it nervously, "I was thinking I could make dinner today. I already bought everything I need."

Lifting you brow in surprise, you stared blankly at him, before fighting back a smile.

"You? In the kitchen?"

His cheeks flushed at your teasing tone and the one arm he still had wrapped around you gently squeezed you closer to him, his way of warning you not to bring up that ONE time he embarrassed himself while trying to impress you with his cooking skills. The opportunity, however, was too good to pass.

"I'm not sure that is a good idea, especially after that time when you left the plastic spoon in the pan, so it began melting and-"

"Okay, okay", he pressed his fingers against your mouth, trying to give you a stern look, but completely failing after his own laughter started bubbling, "I know I didn't impress you then, but this time I am confident. I have practiced this recipe a few times, actually."

The look of surprise on your face soon turned into a look of adoration once you realized how much effort he must have put into preparing the perfect meal for you. Gaara didn't really enjoy cooking, so he rarely tried to do it, much preferring to enjoy the taste of your meals instead.

But with your constant charitable work you kept doing for the Academy, he couldn't help but feel like he had to both spoil you and also show you how much he appreciated everything you did for the children.

"I'm just going to grab my coat", you smiled at him, landing one more quick kiss on his lips. You pulled away just an inch, smiling up at him, "I love you."

"I love you more."

cc artwork: Xu Zhang

[mstrickster]

What's a secret talent that each side of your ships have? Like, is one of them good at card tricks or is secretly a really good artist?

Batfam:

This fandom was very hard because most of these people are super people. Therefore, They are good at a lot of things, it’s kinda apart of the job. The secret part was what threw me.

Jayroy: It may be just me, but I feel like Jason can play an instrument really well. Now I am not talking a guitar or something rock related. I am talking a violin or piano. I say this because It probably had to take a little bit to enroll him in school or in a nearby school. So, I could see him being at home for a little bit and just bored out of his little mind. However, he is a resourceful kid so he soon found the library. And because Wayne Manor is Wayne Manor, they probably have a piano or some other instrument in the library. They’re just that extra. That or Jason was extremely bored home alone and asked Alfred if he could teach him something. So, Alfred taught him to bake and to play the violin. For Roy I feel like his secret talent would be singing. Especially since nobody probably expects it. However, I could just see him singing a lullaby to Lian and just having the best voice. There are only a few people in his life that I’ve ever heard him sing besides her. Jason probably and I could see Dinah also being someone who he sung for. As well as a few members of the Teen Titans. Probably not the guys because they would rag on him, but Donna and Kori would be super sweet about it.

JonDami: This one was a hard one because of Damian. He was very forthcoming with his talents when he entered Bruce's life. I can’t see Damian ever hiding his talents. That is unless it’s something that he thinks his family would shame him for. Especially with Dick and Bruce, Damien really strives for their approval. So, I can’t see him doing things they don’t approve of without hiding them. Now I don’t believe he would ever do anything truly terrible because he is a hero. However, I can see him doing risky things that they wouldn’t approve of. Like he is very good at daredevil activities. So, his hidden talent would probably be an extreme sport or activity. I could see him being a rock climber. One of those climbers that will try to one up themselves all the time. To the point where he’s hanging off a cliff trying to get to the top of a mountain. It isn’t truly dangerous because he does have Superboy on speed dial so to speak. However, Bruce and Dick would be horrified. Jon is hard as well. However, after some thinking I could see his secret talent being something involving speaking. His parents are news reporters, so he is very eloquent. Also, his mother is Lois Lane so I could see him being very good at debating. He would use his reporter skills to dig up information and he would just annihilate his opponent. His mother would be so proud.

Timberkon: For this trio I think they are very multitalented. Mainly because there are three of them. For Bernard, I can see him being a master hustler. He is so good at bluffing and playing dumb. He doesn’t even need someone to support him, he can make do just by playing other people. The funniest thing is no one believes that he is doing it on purpose. For Kon I can see him being a baker. He is being raised by Ma and Pa Kent, so he probably gained those secret family recipes. He got recipes that only Clark, Ma and he knew. He can also taste a dish and tell you what it needs just from taste. For Tim this was a hard one because I don’t think he is the most guarded out of the group. However, after some thought I think he would do really well at gaming. Any kind of gaming. He strikes me as the type of person that can break down a game to its core elements and beat it easily.

Birdflash: I keep hoping these will get easier as I go on however, they just keep getting harder and with that intro let’s talk about Dick. Now he is the oldest child so he is probably very good at a lot of things. However, I am going to base what I think is secret talent is on his upbringing. Due to the fact that he grew up in a circus I feel like his secret talent would be crafting or like resourcefulness. Dick strikes me as the type of person who could MacGyver his way out of any situation. He is quick on his feet and is usually thinking one step ahead. Also given his upbringing he could also be a survivalist. I know this doesn’t make sense in the DCeased universe but that’s what I’m going with. Moving on let’s talk about one of my favorite speedsters. Wally is a hard one because again he doesn't strike me as anyone that would feel the need to hide their talents. Not because he’s overconfident like Damian but more because he just doesn’t see a reason to hide them. However, if he did have one that he wanted to hide I feel like it would be something useful. Therefore, I think his secret talent is sewing. I say this because I feel like his clothes would get ripped and torn and worn down a lot because of how fast he runs. Therefore, he would need to know how to mend them at any given time. I know he has Iris but she’s not always available, so I feel like he had to learn it to just help himself out. That or I could see him knowing how to cobble and fix shoes for the same reason.

StephCass: For Stephanie I feel like this is not so much a hidden talent as it just is unexpected. For me I think her hidden talent is her intelligence. She is probably so much smarter than everybody thinks. Now I say this because first of all her best friend is either Tim or Barbara. Now I’m not saying you have to be smart to have a smart best friend. However, I feel like Tim and Barbara were drawn to her for her quick thinking and smart mind. Also, her father is a super villain, she has to be intelligent to know how to stop him. However, it is a hidden talent because she’s often overshadowed by those that more openly show their intelligence. Despite her upbringing Cass strikes me as a very gentle soul. Therefore, I could see her secret talent being something that is helpful to animals or plants. I would go with gardening. Her skills in seeing things the way she does would be super helpful in plant parenting. She also could find it a nice break from her other more strenuous hobbies. Also, it is cute to imagine Alfred noticing her skills and setting up a little plot for her outside.

The Mighty Ducks:

Banksway: So, I want to start with Charlie. I could see his secret talent being cooking or baking. He probably had to cook a lot as a kid if Casey was taking a night shift. Therefore, I could see him developing his true skill with it. However, it’s not something he really focuses on so people don’t realize that he’s actually good at it. I feel like Adam is the one who’s good at cards. I say this because he probably had to attend a lot of stuffy events growing up. Where his only entertainment would be something small like a deck of cards. I could see him playing with his siblings and just destroying them. He likes to play dumb though, so people don’t think he’s good at all. That is except for poker he cannot play poker to save his life.

Gerreau: Guy is the fashion expert of the group. He has a way of putting together outfits that are just so perfect. He strikes me as a person to be able to look at somebody and knowing the event they are attending and find the perfect outfit in no time flat. In fact, in the future, he probably is Connie’s stylist because he’s just that good. Connie strikes me as somebody who is very good at a lot of things. So, I could see her hidden talent being something that she is able to use to benefit herself. Therefore I would say it's probably either public speaking or speed reading. We know she goes on to be a senator and both of these would extremely benefit her job.

Tammy/Fulton: Fulton strikes me as a craftsman. Like he likes to work with his hands. He is probably very good at making things from furniture to like little knickknacks. Like I could see him having a workshop at home where he works on his construction layouts as well as other projects. For Tammy I feel like she would be very good in a fight. Like she strikes me as somebody who understands how her body moves and could take down somebody twice her size. Like you want her on your side in a bar fight.

Wudoza: This is another one that was hard to think about. I could honestly see Kenny being the one who can do magic tricks. He strikes me as kind of an only child and my headcanon is he actually lives with his grandparents. Therefore, I could see him picking up magic as something to do when he was bored. It’s also a positive way to fuck with people without the risk of them getting mad at you because it’s magic how can they get mad at you for magic. Now I chose Luis’ hidden talent just because I think it would be funny. Even though he can’t stop I feel like he would be very good at balancing. Like unless he’s directly running into something I feel like he’s very good at keeping himself upright. He could probably also rock a balance beam. Again, I don’t have any backing for this I just think it’s funny.

[fanficbarbie]

❝you've never been to heaven, have you?❞

A/N: this is my first time writing something for tumblr, or like this in general. feedback is greatly appreciated. this also isn't edited so ignore any mistakes. as a baking girly, i couldn't get this story out of my head. i legit would lay in bed at night and dream about hard-ass chef miller and the sweet baker. enjoy ♡

Prelude Summary: the sweetest baker has a birthday lunch with her friends, effectively humbling the chef in the process.

Chapter Warnings: death of a parent (mentioned), language, alcohol, slight age gap (F!MC and Joel are 6 years apart), threatening (brief, joke between two girl friends in an established friendship).

Key Tags: chef! Joel, single! father Joel, no outbreak! Joel Miller, slow burn, dual-pov, fluff, flirting, friendship, eventually established relationship, eventual smut, original character, black!fem!MC, no y/n.

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JUNE 30TH

“Welcome to The Austin. I assume you have a reservation?”

Of course, we had a reservation. 

This was one of the hardest restaurants to get into. The reviews are excellent and they’re rumored to be gunning for a Michelin Star. Luckily, my best friend Madeline was what you considered Chicago pretty. Her charisma and beauty make her a shoo-in for being a model.

The long and wavy blonde hair cascades over her back as she flutters her lashes at the host behind the stand. “Yes. It’s my best friend’s birthday and we have a reservation under Madeline Crown,” she speaks for our small group, shoving me forward as the designated birthday girl. A mischievous twinkle flashes in her blue eyes and her smile takes over. 

Raising my hand, I wave awkwardly at the host. “That’s me,” I admit shyly, adjusting my falling crown and sash.

He flashes me a small smile. “Happy Birthday,” he breathes quickly before tapping the screen. “Just the three of you, Ms. Crown?” he asks Maddie, looking behind us at the group.

The phrase makes me grimace. My parents died in a car accident five hundred fifty-six days ago. And for five hundred fifty-six days, I’ve been suffering. They were the closest people to me and left me alone in this world as an only child. The only family I have left is the one I’ve created with Maddie, Leo, and their families. I didn’t want to burden them with my birthday festivities, so Maddie and I opted for lunch with just the three of us. 

“Yeah. And we need a booth away from eyes,” the third voice in our trio, Leonardo, blurts out. He shifts, anxious to get to our table and out of the lobby. Out of the three of us, he’s more likely to have to be bombarded by people during this lunch given our current surroundings.

Why on earth did I choose to be friends with a socialite and a senator? I don’t like attention and as of now, all eyes are on us. The sash and crown Maddie forced me to wear don’t help.

His two secret service agents stand upright a few paces back. We’d planned for weeks to get clearance for this lunch, so having them tag along was only a slight damper. “Right this way,” the host snaps me out of my spiral, grabbing a couple of menus and motioning us to follow him.

My feet carry me forward through the restaurant behind Maddie, who stops to exchange pleasantries with an acquaintance. Softly brushing past her, I continue to follow the host with Leo and his team trailing behind me.

The restaurant is situated on the top floor in the middle of downtown. The open windows allow natural light in and the faint smell of steak wafts through the air as we weave through the open floorplan. My back hunches forward feeling slightly out of place in a room full of the fabulously wealthy.

Although I’m not entirely broke, my bakery just got in the black. If it weren’t for the parental death and what they passed on to me, I’d still studying to be a nurse. But after their death, I decided I’d only do things that would make me happy. Now the glaring separation between me and the rich and powerful feels like a slap in the face.

We reach a square table near the corner of the space. We’re still in view of everyone, there’s just room for Leo’s secret service to stand between us and them. Leo pulls a chair out for me closest to the window and I thank him, sliding into my seat.

The host puts the menus down on the table in front of us before letting us know our server will be with us shortly. Leo thanks him before taking his seat next to me, with his back towards the majority of the restaurant.

Leo sighs as Maddie joins us again. “What did I miss?” she huffs.

Rolling my eyes, me and Leo open our menus, “Literally nothing. We just sat down,” I tell her, jokingly.

After some time of reading the menu, the tips of Maddie’s fingers twinkle on the table out of the corner of my eye. Her sparkly white nail polish immediately catches my attention. “Well, this place is to die for. What is everyone getting?” she beams.

Flipping back and forth between the sides and appetizer pages, I furrow my eyebrows. “Why the fuck would you bring me to a place with no fries on my birthday?” I ask her begrudgingly.

Leo flips back to the appetizer page and slides his menu over. “They have baked potatoes,” he mansplains, pointing at the page.

Pushing the bound leather book back before him, I shake my head. “I hate to break it to you but that’s not french fries, Bookie,” I counter.

Maddie puts her hands up in defense. “They’re a potato. I thought you’d be good with any potato,” she explains.

Leaning back into my chair, I rub my eyebrows in frustration. “Yeah, but I don’t even like steak and we’re at a steak restaurant on my birthday. You know what, fuck it. I’m getting Mcdonalds after–” I start before cutting myself off, noticing the server approaching the table. I don’t want to be rude in a nice restaurant, especially one that’s been so accommodating to my friends.

A brunette woman stands near us. “Welcome to The Austin. My name is Lisa and I’ll be your waitress today. Can I get you all started with something to drink?” she asks the table.

Sitting up, my mouth opens to speak, but Maddie cuts in. “3 margaritas, and keep them coming,” she instructs Lisa.

Lisa nods, flashing a smile towards us. “I’ll be right back with those for you,” she chirps, shifting on her heels to walk towards the back again.

Leo tilts his head at the blonde after we’re left alone. “I can’t drink on the job, Mads,” he scolds Maddie.

Maddie shrugs, giving him her signature smirk. “Good thing no one has to know but the three of us, golden boy,” she says, twirling her finger around the table.

Leo seemingly takes the statement to heart, scoffing and crossing his arms. “Oh fuck off. I’m not golden,” he counters.

Shaking my head, I rub his arm so no one snaps a photo of Senator Torres all pent up. “No, you’re not. You’ve just become Mr. Americana to the rest of the world. But we know who you truly are,” I attempt to comfort him. The holes being stared into the back of my head are proving to be lethal.

Leo’s dark brown eyes involuntarily squint as he smiles. “Thank you, Miggy,” he gushes and his body language softens.

And suddenly, I have the ick from the mention of my nickname. How the fuck did Maddie date Leo? It was years ago but still. I would’ve thrown up every time he opened his mouth.

Removing my hand from his arm, I raise my eyebrow. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that?” I remind him.

“Might want to ask my assistant about that. I wouldn’t know,” he jokes and I resist the urge to smack him in the chest. 

Not in public and not around bodyguards who could take you down in seconds.

Lisa returns with our drinks and I pick the glass up, taking a sip of the lime-flavored beverage. “What can I get you to eat today?” she asks, glancing back and forth between Maddie and me.

Maddie chirps her order to Lisa as my eyes scan back and forth over the page. None of the entrees were less than two hundred bucks, and I didn’t have breakfast. 

I can’t drink on an empty stomach. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve got it,” Leo leans over and murmurs to me.

Shaking my head, I lean towards him to close the gap. “No. Fuck no,” I whisper yell.  He could put it on his card, but I’d still Venmo him for lunch afterward.

He nods with a toothy grin taking over his face. “It’s your birthday and you’re not paying. Get whatever you want,” He objected with finality, turning towards Lisa to order.

Leo’s deep voice drifts to the back of my mind as I scan the menu one last time, finally ready to order. Lisa comes over to me and I decide to try the steak and crab, hoping it’ll change my mind.

Two more rounds of drinks into the lunch, the appetizers arrive at the table. The muscles and oysters taste okay, but the escargot is orgasmic. The buttery breadcrumbs combined with the sourdough has me forgetting I’m eating a snail. Leo and Maddie graciously allow me to finish off the plate, offering to order more if I’m interested. Instead of accepting, I fight the urge to lick the plate clean.

When our steaks arrive, Maddie claps with excitement. The whole presentation of the meals is rather dramatic. Each dish and its components are read before the plate hits the table. 

My mouth waters as my filet mignon and grilled king crab leg is set in front of me. Maddie snaps a photo for her social media while Leo and I dig into our meals. 

My face soon changes from excitement to a grimace as I try the main course. This is fucking disgusting. The grilled crab is burnt and the filet mignon tastes like rubber. My mouth is only able to chew a few bites before scrambling for my drink.

Leo peers up from his plate, tilting his head. “The fuck is your problem?” he questions me.

Shaking my head, I finish off my third margarita. “Nothing,” I murmur. I should be grateful that I’m even here at all. This place is way out of my budget.

Maddie seemingly decides to join the conversation and put her two cents in. “It’s not nothing. If you don’t like the food, they’ll remake it. Look, here comes the owner,” She scolds, nodding to the area behind me.

My upper body slowly twists around to see who she’s talking about. The man in question is walking towards us dressed in crisp white chef attire. My eyes drink him in and I notice his curly chocolate hair. I notice a stray curl falling in front of his face and suddenly, I have the overwhelming urge to reach up and fix it. 

I continue my shameless perusal of his body, down to his cuffed shirt hugging him so perfectly and tightly that I can see his muscles. My breathing slightly speeds up. 

That is a beautiful specimen of a man.

I’m jolted out of my stare as Leo stands from the table, nodding to the security. “He’s good. It’s his restaurant, for god's sake,” he barks.

My body becomes stiff as the tall man moves smoothly into our area. “Senator Torres, Sir. Thank y’all for your support,” the stranger smiles slightly, extending his hand for Leo to shake.

Leo’s hand tightens its grip, with his other coming up to smack the man’s elbow. Oh, they know each other well. “No, thank you. The catering you made for my election gala was the reason I won the election,” Leo boasts.

So this is the famous chef they’ve been ranting and raving about. I was out of the country securing the last of my parent's affairs when the gala was thrown; something Leo was gracious enough to let me miss.

The handsome man smiles softly, moving his attention to Maddie. “Nice to see you again Ms. Crown. Everythin’ tastin’ great, I see,” he charms her with a smirk on his face. 

My eyebrows furrow trying to pin down his southern accent. Chicago is a metropolitan city, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he were from Louisiana or Florida. Especially with that beautiful tan, he’s adorning.

Maddie straightens her back like a cannon ready to fire. “With mine? Yes. But with Ginny’s not so much. Chef Miller, meet the birthday girl, Imogen,” she introduces us and I’m rendered speechless. His deep brown eyes seemingly stare a hole into my soul.

Anxiety creeps up my spine feeling put on the spot and having to give a bad review in person. “Hi,” I wave shyly. 

Chef Miller’s eyes squint in suspicion, focusing down on the food before fixing his gaze back up on me. I silently thank the gods above for a brief break from his intense stare. “You don’t like the steak, darlin’?” he asks, pointedly.

Oh, fuck off. The man is gorgeous, but his food is shit. But, his use of the word darling has me hanging on to every syllable he utters. Shaking my head, I roll my shoulders back a bit. Put the lonely and horny brain away for a second, Ginny. “Or the crab,” I answer.

Chef Miller’s eyebrows raise and I start to etch the details of his face into my brain mentally. He might be early thirties, but the wrinkles on his forehead hint that he’s been through some things. “Nobody has ever complained about my cookin’. What’s wrong with it?” he questions me in his deep husky voice.

Clearing my throat, I bring the plate back in front of me. “It's dry and burnt,” I pause, beckoning Chef Miller over to stand beside me. He walks a bit closer and when he leans over, I can feel his body hovering over mine. When I take a breath, I can smell smoke on him with an undertone of cedar. 

Moving the food around on the plate, I show him his shotty work. “Look,” I point out with my fork.

Chef Miller grunts, reaching forward and effectively caging me in between his body in the table. “I’m sorry ‘bout that, sweetheart. Can I get you somethin’ else?” He apologizes, swiftly removing the plate from my view.

Shaking my head, I replay reading the menu in my mind. “No, it’s fine. I don’t like anything on the menu,” I explain solemnly, turning towards him. I don’t want him to feel responsible for my picky eating habits, either.

Chef Miller frowns, “It’s your birthday, honey. I’m not sendin’ you out hungry and upset,” he counters.

Reaching out, I put my hand on his exposed forearm in an attempt to get him to listen to me. “I’m not upset. I wouldn’t lie to you,” I loosely promise him. His eyes snap down to where my fingers are connected to his skin then back up at me. 

My hand quickly retreats as Lisa comes back around to refill our drinks. Chef Miller turns to hand her the plate and she accepts it before grabbing some glasses from the table. “Why don’t you come back into the kitchen with me and I’ll make somethin’ special for you,” the offer drips from his lips as sweet as whiskey caramel. 

I feel the heat rise in my cheeks when I think about being in a room with him. Alone. “No that’s alright. These two have to go soon anyways,” I use the bullshit excuse, hoping he’ll buy it.

He nods, before putting his hands up and conceding. “Ok. Let Lisa know if you change your mind. She’ll bring you back,” he informs me. 

He turns his attention back to the entire group. “Y’all have a good day. Hope to see you soon,” he smiles, turning to leave the secluded area.

Both Leo and Maddie bid him a hushed goodbye before turning their attention toward me. If looks could kill, I’d be dead this second.

Maddie squints her eyes at me, before shoving her empty plate out of the way. “I’m going to murder you,” she threatens me. 

My head jerks back in shock. “What? Why?” I ask her.

She sighs, taking a sip of her margarita before slamming it back down on the table. “That was your birthday gift, you dumb cunt. You don’t think we know they don’t have fries. They don’t need fries when they have fine-ass Joel Miller. He was practically fucking drolling on your shoulder and you didn’t even notice,” she fumes.

Joel Miller, the hot single chef, is interested in me. I mean, I’m way out of his league. He’s like the working woman’s Timothée Chalamet. “What?” I ask in disbelief again.

Leo crosses his arms and leans comfortably back in his chair, having finished his meal. “Does she have to repeat herself or are you processing?” Leo picks my brain.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I lean forward a bit. “Processing, give me a moment,” I tell him, closing my eyes.

“You don’t have a moment. We’re ditching you while they turn over for dinner. And you’re going to go back into that kitchen and have a hot chef whip you up a meal, alone. Then you’re gonna have him whip you up, at home,” I hear Maddie scheming. 

Suddenly I feel hot, like my whole body just got stuck into an oven. “Maddie! I’m not,” I start off shouting a bit at her before realizing we’re in a public space. I’m not even angry at her, I just feel overwhelmed. “I don’t think I’m ready for that,” I bear my soul to her, blinking away tears.

I haven’t had sex since the death of my parents and the cobwebs are tumbling back there. Knowing that my parents would never meet my future partner was a pain that felt soul-crushing. The feeling is just now starting to subside.

Leo reaches up and scratches his curly scalp. “I told you this was a bad idea,” he scolds Maddie. 

When I make eye contact with Maddie again, her face is soft and warm. “I’m sorry, Ginny. I didn’t mean to push you too hard,” she apologizes profusely.

Tucking a stray curl behind my ear, I shake out the spiral of anxiety in my head. “It’s fine, can we change the subject?” I plead with the table.

Maddie claps her hands in excitement. “Yes, okay!” she cheers. “You know what? Redo gift. Let’s go shopping,” she proposes. 

Nodding, a smile starts to creep onto my face. Hours of mindless walking up and down Magnificent Mile is just what I need right now. “Now that, I can get down with,” I point at her with a grin.

Leo chuckles, standing up from the table. “I’ll see you two this weekend, I have some work to do. Happy birthday, Miggy. I’ll give them my card on my way out,” he bids us goodbye.

Maddie waves at her ex-lover. “Bye Leo,” she flirts.

Giggling, I shake my head at her antics. Eventually, they’ll end up together. “You’re the best,” I thank him.

Leo turns around, shooting me a wink. “Anytime, darlin’,” he mocks  Joel.

Maddie’s hand slaps to her chest and she fakes retching as he walks away. “Something about him. When Joel does it, it makes my pussy quiver. But when he does it, I want to throw up,” she confesses.

Nodding, I finish the last drink before we can say goodbye to this restaurant for the day. “Ditto,” I sigh, grabbing my purse from the back of my chair.

Happy fucking birthday to me.

feedback part 2

[dustofthedailylife]

I’ve got an prompt for roommates AU,

Y/N craved her favorite dessert so she invited both men to have some on her treat, Anyway she gets sad because the place that makes her favorite dessert stopped making it and closed since the ingredients are expensive and the place doesn’t do well!!

y/n return home sad both men had there own Idea on how to make y/n happy by making the dessert, to there own surprise the dessert itself and its Ingredients is not from Sumeru but from Inazuma ( Either sakura mochi or dango … choose one of them )

We know kaveh is the one who would try to make it at home while Alhaitham simply order the ingredients from a merchant he trusts 🤣 or ask someone to make it maybe not Your choice haha~

[-> Roommate AU brainrots]

I approve of this idea haha! 🤭

You drag them to the bakery in Sumeru because you love going there to get some Sakura Mochi and you want to treat them to your favorite treat. And yes, they may be a bit pricier because they require ingredients directly imported from Inazuma but they're your favorite!

Anyway, the minute you get there and order three Sakura Mochi, the owner of the bakery pulls a sad face and informs you that they no longer sell them because the demand was not high enough in comparison to how much they cost.

So instead you order three Padisarah Scones. And while Alhaitham and Kaveh start bickering about something again you completely zone out. Already worrying about where you could get your favorite treat from in the future or how you could make it yourself.

"Guys, you just keep going, I'll be heading home. I want to lie down and listen to music a bit." You interrupt them and leave.

Naturally, both of them know what weighed your mood down and each of them independently made it their personal task to recreate the mochi for you.

While Alhaitham takes the approach of taking a hefty sum of mora to buy both the ingredients and the secret recipe from the baker who used to make them while also reading at least three books about Inazuman cuisine until he ultimately commissions said baker again to make a couple just for you; Kaveh takes the more spontaneous but loving approach of just winging it. Because he neither does he know nor can he afford the right ingredients. He reads some things about mochis in some cooking books he found in the House of Daena and eventually produces something that comes very close to the original thing.

Sure it's a bit bumpy and doesn't look perfect, but he gave it his all and it tastes pretty damn good. And what isn't perfect now, can still be perfected over time, he sure has the needed ambition for it.

Kaveh also makes sure you accompany him in the process and he informs you that he plans to recreate the dessert for you. And since you two like to bake together anyway, you two might as well spend some time together for this.

Much to the dismay of Alhaitham, who now sees that trying to make them with you together would've been the better approach to take as well. Instead, he commissioned someone because he wanted to give you the original ones you missed so dearly. But seeing you now, covered in flour and giggling and laughing in the kitchen with Kaveh makes him seethe.

[lunaritychuwolf]

Dennysverse headcanons:

-An average night at Denny's:

Clem is gossiping with Bradey in the kitchen

Denise is listening in and gossiping as well as she's waiting for the food so she can serve

Sarah is taking an order, trying not to kill another bothersome customer

-At the end of the night:

They all go to the nearest 7 Eleven to buy some snacks and drinks and head back to the house (and they were roommates👀)

Either for a movie marathon night, stargazing and just chatting, spa night at home or just talking about their night

These three like to relax after work

-Sleep:

I feel Sarah sleeps late but is an early waker, meaning she doesn't get a lot of sleep in total. Her max is like 6 to 6 and a half hrs and God damn the energy drinks consumed is unfathomable

Denise is an early sleeper and wakes up at a decent time. Loves her rest, minimum 8 hours and likes coffee but like, black coffee with a shit ton of sugar

I know Clementine is a late sleeper and late riser, maximum 5 hrs. Tea, tea, tea and an apple is what she runs on

-Chores:

Clem hates doing the dishes so she usually tries to swap with Denise who I feel wouldn't mind swapping sweeping with her

Sarah looks like the one who does the clothes and will meticulously wash in colour coordination as to not stain anything. Also organised all their cupboards in summer/spring and winter/autumn

As stated before, Denise doesn't mind dishes but she'd much rather tend to their garden. Yes, the Denny's grow their own veggies😌 we independent like that

-Food:

Clem cannot cook to save her life, Denise and Sarah to the rescue... Take aways✨

But I think Sarah can cook really well and on occasion Denise will join her to cook up a feast

Denise is a baker through and through, she's got the best! And I mean the best cupcake recipe. It's a secret though so you can only enjoy when she does bake

-How they spend their days:

Walks in the park is an absolute, maybe even visiting the playground where the three met. They still do their forest adventures like when they were younger

Visiting art stores is a must when one of them runs out of art supplies. It's time to restock and buy new stuff

Library browsing and enjoying books. Each has their own favourite genres and likes to buy, read and trade with each other. Best believe there's a reading nook somewhere in that house

@rustycopper4use @piffany666

Pls

Add anything or tell me to change something you feel it doesn't suit

This was on made a whim😌

[wormwoodandhoney]

I know you love Arsenic and Adobo, but do you have other cozy mystery recommendations? Thanks😊😊

yes, i love cozy mysteries! in no particular order:

The Three Dahlias by Katy Watson is a book I just finished! Three rival actresses, all known for portraying the same fictional detective by an Agatha Christie-like author, attend a convention about their shared character. One of the actresses starred in the role in the original movies, another starred in a thirteen-year long TV series, and the latest actress is an ex-child star fresh out of rehab. While at the convention, a murder occurs and they must team up to solve it. So cozy.

The Secret Staircase series by Gigi Pandian centers Tempest Raj, a disgraced magician who returns home to her family to help with the family business of building secret staircases, hidden bookshelves, and other unique home renovations. Murders happen.

Pies Before Guys series by Mischa Popp is a series about a magical bisexual baker named Daisy who bakes deadly pies to murder abusive men. She also occasionally solves murders.

Shady Hollow by Juneau Black is a cozy mystery series featuring Beatrix Potter like anthropomorphized animals in their cozy little town that is interrupted by a murder.

In the Company of Witches by Auralee Wallace is about a witch named Brynn and her witchy aunts who run a B&B, when one of their guests is murdered. I really liked the first one and did not like the second as much, so your mileage may vary.

These are all COZY mysteries, so be aware of the genre conventions: often slightly cheesy, features amateurs solving complicated crimes, and very friendly, if not whimsical, writing styles. If you're interested in darker mysteries or thrillers, I have those too- but these are COZY!!! COZY!

[zablife]

Secret Desires

Alfie Solomons x reader

Summary: Alfie’s been keeping an eye on the new worker at his bakery.  What happens when he becomes jealous of the object of your affection?

Author’s Note: Requested by @solomons-finest-rum for my 100 follower celebration. I hope you enjoy this fic of a reader and jealous (but not dark) Alfie!

Warnings: ethnic slur

“Just keep to yourself and don’t ask any questions. He hates it when you ask too many questions,” Ollie said in a near whisper, escorting you down a darkened corridor. Your head turned in every direction looking for the mysterious Mr. Solomons who Ollie treated as a spectral presence, someone who had eyes everywhere.  Although you were expected, you didn’t seem to be particularly welcome in this new place. Workers stared at you menacingly when they passed, making you wish you hadn’t accepted Ollie’s help finding a job.

You knew he was trying to do a good deed, promising your mother he could find you work at Alfie Solomons’ bakery. Of course, your mother had no idea it was a front for an illegal rum business, but you weren’t dumb. Ollie had known that about you from your days together at school. He felt badly for you when your father died and you had to leave to care for your mother and younger siblings. Ollie made sure to check up on your family and offer his help as often as he could, but your mother was proud and refused to accept anything more than the occasional loaf of bread.

You were grateful for the chance to make money, but you weren’t sure what you’d be doing in this strange place. Exiting the narrow passageway, Ollie showed you to the bakery that acted as a front. He explained your duties as an actual baker, which made you chuckle.  Like the light and dark rum being made behind the far wall, you would bake white and brown bread. You were a hard worker though and didn’t complain. You spent the first three weeks baking continuously until your arms ached and your skin felt charred by the hot ovens. In all that time you had never come across Mr. Solomons and you wondered if he was a real person or a rumor invented by the workers to frighten new employees.

Ollie had warned you that Alfie was never far away and knew everything that went on in his bakery. You didn’t know how true that statement was until one morning when you were hunched outside devouring your breakfast. Now that you had a bit of money, you enjoyed an Italian pastry from across town once in awhile. It was a harmless indulgence that put weight back on your slight frame. The taste of the confections a heavenly distraction from your dull life. 

It must have been later in the morning than you realized when you heard Ollie whistling. He had already begun opening the doors and you would be late if you didn’t hurry. Rounding the corner with the half eaten delight in your hand, you bumped into Ollie who was headed to the skip. 

“Y/n! What are you doing? Get inside before-“ but he had stopped when he spotted the pastry in your hand. Walking in quick, funny little steps he peered down at you. “Where did that come from?” He said eyes wide. You couldn’t understand the harm. You would finish it and begin your day as he had asked. “Is that from Sabini’s??” Ollie said in a slight panic, running a hand through his hair. “Yes, I always have a treat on payday,” you explained harmlessly as you licked your fingers. “Well don’t let Alfie see it! They’re not on good terms right now and Alfie won’t like the idea of you fraternizing with the enemy.” You nodded, but as soon as Ollie was out of sight, you rolled your eyes. No one was going to start a gang war over a pastry so you thought your ritual wouldn’t hurt if you kept it a secret. 

You had a change of heart when you heard the stomp of heavy boots and the click of your employer’s cane against the cement floor. “Ollie!!” He bellowed from just inside. You were suddenly terrified of being caught. All your courage was draining from you. Heeding Ollie’s warning, you devoured the sfogliatelle you held as quickly as possible, although your brain begged you to slow down so you could enjoy the exquisite taste. You hastily wiped the crumbs from your lips and crumpled the paper bag, hiding it behind your back,  just as Alfie appeared in the doorway. 

“Is Ollie about?” Alfie asked looking around the alleyway. He sounded as though he was already irritated despite it being the start of the day. 

“He’s taking out the bins,” you managed to say, trying to sound casual. You gave Alfie a quick smile hoping he wouldn’t interrogate you further. 

Alfie studied you for a moment, noticing the way your face seemed too eager and pleasing in his presence. He studied you for a moment furrowing his brow before he tapped his cane to your arm lightly. 

“What’s this then?” Alfie asked suspiciously.

“A bit of rubbish, sir. I’ll throw it out and get to work,” you promised. Your eyes darted to the door and you moved toward the bakery when Alfie grabbed the bag from your hands in one swift movement. You hadn’t thought he could be so nimble and you gasped in surprise. 

Alfie unfurled the bag, reading the name on the front quickly before looking back at you with daggers in his eyes. You looked away shamefully, not knowing what would come next.

After a moment, Alfie spoke up with an enigmatic question. “Have you ever been to Timbuktu?” 

You shook your head slowly, watching his facial features for some hint of what he could be thinking. 

“Would you like to go?” He asked in a warning tone, eyes looking dark and foreboding.

You swallowed thickly before finding your voice, “No,” you whispered, locking eyes with your boss.

“Visit Sabini’s again and I’ll ship you off in a barrel, treacle,” he said eyes dancing with mischief. Although his words were menacing, they didn’t carry much weight as a true threat when Alfie began to smirk. 

Suddenly softening, he asked with curiosity, “You actually like this?” His conversational tone putting you at ease. 

“Well, um…yes, I have a sweet tooth, I reckon,” you confessed with a grin. 

Alfie nodded thoughtfully and scratched his beard with a ringed hand. “Right, well, that’s your misfortune love. A decent baker don’t have to embellish with chocolate and cream and…” he waved his hand in the air to suggest other equally unappealing options. “Fuckin’ awful that stuff! Wops don’t know a thing about makin’ a proper dough.” 

“You seeing a lad in their bakery?” He asked suddenly. Your employer was weaving in and out of conversations so quickly you could barely keep up. 

“I…no, Mr. Solomons,” you said confused. 

“Good, I was hopin’ you’d say that, pet,” Alfie replied with a hint of a smile.

You were thoroughly confused. One moment you thought you’d be fired and the next Alfie was asking about your love life.

“In that case, come inside and I’ll show you how to make challah. Won’t need anymore of them frilly desserts once you’ve had my bread.”  Then he took you by the hand and guided you inside. You dropped the pastry bag on the ground and followed Alfie inside eager to learn all his secrets. 

[ouatnextgen]

Any headcanons for the next gen?

Finally can answer! Sorry this took so long lmao. These are just a bunch of random headcanons

Reblogging for the update that Alice is now Hope's sister.

Roland

He loves baked goods, especially when they’re baked by Regina, and has a strange love of Mountain Dew, which grosses everyone out

He got his first tattoo, the exact same lion tattoo that Robin had, in the exact same place,  when he was twelve, thanks to Little John, and Regina almost fainted when she found out. 

He inherits his father’s arrows, rings, and wardrobe, while his sister gets his bow. Before he died, Robin made Roland his very own bow, and that is the one he uses

His biggest secret is that he doesn't want to lead the Merry Men, like his father before him; he wants to be a baker

Surprisingly squeamish. Doesn’t do well with blood or guts

90% of his Storybrooke wardrobe is flannels

He likes camping, hiking, and just generally being outside

Is a pretty good singer, and knows how to play the acoustic guitar

His favorite season is autumn

His favorite color is red

Alex

They have survived solely on food from Granny’s Diner and coffee since they graduated high school

They actually work at Granny’s Diner, pretty much doing Ruby’s job after she moved to Oz.

In several instances, they had managed to convince many small children that the pink streaks in their hair are 100% natural

Can wield a dagger pretty well, but is a self-proclaimed “runner” and not a fighter

Most of the graffiti around Storybrooke can be attributed to them

Though they’d rather die than admit it, they really like doing so-called “feminine” hobbies like knitting, sewing, and crocheting. They are very proficient at all three

Got a tongue piercing at 12:01 am, the very day that they turned eighteen

They play the bass, and dream of starting a garage band

Their favorite season is summer

Their favorite color is pink

Leo

Really likes spicy foods. Or foods he can dump gallons of hot sauce on. He pretends to be a tea drinker, but really can’t stand the stuff

Secretly loves country music, but knows that his friends would crucify him if they found out

His least favorite subject in school is English, because he feels like he gets interpretations of stories “wrong” somehow. Math is easier because it’s “straightforward”

He’s a guard on the school football team

Somehow, he’s also senior class president and has a 3.89 GPA

Since in this AU, Regina turned down the offer to be queen in favor of Snow, Leo is next in line for the throne (Emma opted out)

Can’t do archery for shit, but is great at fencing

He likes to babysit his brother and other neighborhood kids

His favorite season is spring

His favorite color is indigo

PJ

He’s one of those people who only eats plain noodles with butter, and only drinks water if it’s ice-cold or flavored. Very picky.

He has dyspraxia, which is a disorder similar to dyslexia. It affects his movement and coordination functions (my little brother has this) so he is very prone to stumbling, dropping things, and just general clumsiness.

He’s a night owl. He tends to stay awake until three hours before he has to get up (“Three hours is enough sleep, right?”) which results in a lot of coffee consumption

He’s a member of the school drama club, and has performed in many plays and musicals

He’s really into urban area gardening, where he grows plants and food in tiny boxes around his house

His honorary aunt is Mulan, and she was the one who taught him sword fighting, archery, and helped him figure out that he’s gay

He likes to live in the moment, and do spontaneous things. He’d rather regret doing something than not doing something.

He has Alex sneak him into clubs sometimes, just to do something rebellious for kicks

His favorite season is spring

His favorite color is purple

Robyn

Thanks to Regina’s influence, she loves apple flavored food

She got her glasses in her freshman year of high school. Before that, she just…moved closer to the board to see what was going on (I know in canon she only has her glasses when she’s cursed, but I like the idea of Robyn, the archer, needing glasses full-time, so here we are.)

She inherits Robin’s bow, and carries it around with her like a favorite teddy bear (when Robin comes back to life he teaches her how to make her own bow)

She longs to escape Storybrooke and travel the different realms, like Henry

She loves the outdoors like Roland, but not quite as much.

Her magic is chaotic and wild, like her personality

She’s on the school soccer team, and kicks everyone’s ass

The only jewelry she ever wears is a ring her mother got for her

Her favorite season is summer

Her favorite color is green

Gideon

Has a weakness for seafood, and regularly drinks tea

He’s a math nerd, and is on the school’s mathlete team

Unsurprisingly, he loves to read. Fiction or nonfiction, he doesn’t care. He’ll read five books a day if Belle lets him.

He also likes video games, but is very bad at them

He’s on the autism spectrum

He likes keeping journals, and keeps several personal journals, study journals, and doodle journals

Since his magic is inherently dark, he doesn’t like to use it much. If he does need to use magic, it can trigger memories from his time as the Black Fairy’s puppet to come back in the form of nightmares

He wants to be a therapist when he grows up, and maybe publish a book or two

His favorite season is winter

His favorite color is orange

Alice

She loves to eat things with marmalade, and even just marmalade straight from the jar. And she’s british…so tea is life

She has a mental illness (canon never gave her a proper diagnosis), and takes prescribed medication that helps her symptoms. When she has "bad days," Robyn, Hope, and their parents know how to help her.

She loves the idea of dying or putting streaks in her hair, but she’s slightly worried she’ll regret it later on, so hasn’t tried it yet

She still loves to paint, doodle, draw, and basically anything artsy. 

She loves to play chess with her father, and other, more modern board games with her friends. Her favorites are Candy Land, Battleship, and Monopoly.

She rarely uses her light magic, and only to protect people. Emma trains with her regularly

She will stay awake into the wee hours to go stargazing, and loves astronomy, star mapping, and even the zodiac signs (she’s a proud Aries)

Even though she’s never officially sailed a ship, she knows the inner workings of how to do it so well, she might as well be a sailor

Her favorite season is summer

Her favorite color is teal

Hope

Her favorite food is literally just cheese

She is on the autism spectrum

She has a special interest in swords, which results in a large sword collection, and a bunch of useless sword facts

She also has a special interest in dancing, which results in her now knowing a few books worth of dances, both modern and classical

She’s on the school dance squad (see above)

She likes to go sailing with Killian and Alice

Her favorite piece of jewelry is the swan necklace her parents gave her

Going to the beach calms her down, and she listens to ocean noises to fall asleep

Her favorite season is summer

Her favorite color is navy blue

[gachaclubideas]

Yandere older sister and Yandere older brother

Yandere older sister

She's a fashion designer, so she made some clothes for you to wear

She's the person who bought you everything you want

She's gambling a lot but never lose

If someone was using you or you harassed by someone, she will found all the information about that person and post it online

She's can be emotional

older sister: *in tears* Y/n, Your big brother is being mean to me.

older brother: What the- I only told you to stay away from the kitchen

She never uses any weapons except gun because she doesn't like her clothes getting dirty

She's the one who only knows about older brother's secret

“You're hungry? Then let's go to a restaurant to eat. Don't worry I pay.”

***

Yandere older brother

He's baker and owns a bakery

He is kind and caring but sometimes he can be mean

He's just like the smiling baker

He only kills his victims who hurt him or his siblings

He uses knives to kill his victims and bakes some of the organs into cupcakes

He never gave you the cupcakes who have organs in it

“Oh hey Y/n, I made cupcakes. Come and eat some.”

***

About older sister and older brother's relationship

They can be mean to eachother sometimes. For example: older sister makes older brother carries all bag when you three went out shopping or older brother gave older sister the cupcake who have organs in it.

They help eachother, even it's murdering someone.

older brother: Sister no!

older sister: Why!?!?

*older brother starts strangling the victim*

older brother: YOURS HAND ARE TOO WEAK!

older sister: Oh

***

If you start dating

They will support no matter what. If you happy, then they happy with it.

But if your partner cheated on you or betrayed you, the partner(now ex partner) will be long gone.

[ladytesla]

The Great Faerun Baking Show (part five)

Hello people. I cannot be stopped. Do you know how long I spent making up and looking up weird desserts? Do you have any idea how hard I tried to come up with a baking-related pun using the word 'Menzobarranzan'? I have a Problem.

(I failed thinking of a pun, by the way. Feel free to comment whatever you come up with and then I'll kick myself for not being as clever as you)

For those of you who are just stopping by, I had a horrible idea a while ago and this is the result. I have no idea what's going to happen or who's going to win. I’m just going to roll a D20 ‘bake check’ for everyone and write out the results, including what everyone rolled so y’all know I’m not cheating just so my druid boyfriend can win.  The person with the lowest total score (out of a possible score of 60) goes home.

We've got the main 6 companions, Jaheira, Halsin, Minsc (and Boo), Minthara, Dammon, and my tav Medora (who y'all can just pretend is Alfira if you don't want someone else's tav in the story, since they're both female bards)

Week One, Cake Week: Star baker was Karlach, Minthara went home

Week Two, Biscuit Week: Star baker was Halsin, Shadowheart went home

Week Three, Bread Week: Star baker was Wyll, Jaheira went home

Week Four, Pies and Tarts Week: Star baker was Wyll, Minsc went home

Week Four: Underdark Week, or "Just Like Lolth Used to Make"

Signature: Sussur loaf

This cake uses sussur fruit instead of eggs, which provides a unique gelatinous quality. They also glow in the dark, which of course they do.

Astarion: Blackberry and vanilla sussur loaf. He got the proportions wrong, and after upending his pan onto his serving dish the sussur loaf oozed out in a puddle. The flavor was nice, but the presentation was horrible.

Dammon: Peach lemonade sussur loaf. Part of the loaf stuck to the pan, but he did his best to decorate it with leftover sussur fruit to hide it. The dark silhouettes on the glowing cake disrupted the traditional clean look, but there was nothing to complain about regarding the flavor.

Gale: Pandan and star anise sussur loaf. The star anise flavor was a bit too strong and the loaf was underbaked, but overall he received positive comments from the judges.

Halsin: Honey and lavender sussur loaf. The alien-looking cake and the homey flavors made a wonderful contrast, and it was baked almost perfectly.

Karlach: Gin and tonic sussur loaf. While her loaf was in the oven she passed around measuring cups of booze for the other bakers, the hosts, the camera crew... Things came out quite nicely, but the taste was ALMOST too boozy.

Lae'zel: Ginger and passionfruit sussur loaf. A nearly-flawless bake that came almost perfectly out of the pan. She expected no less, of course.

Medora: Rose and orange blossom sussur loaf. The floral flavors and the glow of the cake made her dessert look ethereal. She went a bit too heavy-handed with the rose, however.

Wyll: Lemon and thyme sussur loaf. The Blade isn't familiar with the Underdark, and it showed, unfortunately. The loaf was very overbaked, which dims the signature glow, and the thyme was overwhelmed by the lemon.

Technical: Menzobarranzan Tavuk Göğsü

This seemingly inocuous custard-based dessert contains a secret ingredient: shredded bulette meat. You apparently can't taste it if you prepare it correctly, and it provides a more robust texture to the dessert.

From worst to best:

8. Medora

7. Astarion

6. Gale

5. Halsin

4. Karlach

3. Dammon

2. Wyll

Lae'zel

Showstopper: Myconid Cake

What better way to showcase the natural beauty of the underdark than to bake a tribute to those weird and wonderful mushroom people? Cakes must have two tiers and beautifully decorated.

Astarion: Tiramisu cake. The soaking syrup he put on the layers made the cake too wet, but the flavors were well balanced. He wasn't able to make as many decorations as he liked, but the ones he managed to create were nice.

Dammon: Earl Grey cake with raspberries. And with enough myconid-like decorations that it looked like a cavern in the Underdark. Nearly flawless.

Gale: Triple chocolate cake. Had a very ambitious idea to do three tiers, each with a different flavor batter, different filling... and time got away from him. His presentation was very sloppy, and as he frosted the cakes while they were still hot due to the time constraints, the frosting melted right off.

Halsin: Orange and thyme cake. A unique combination of sweet and savory, again using herbs he foraged himself. His decorations were incredibly detailed, and the cakes themselves had a very delicate texture.

Karlach: Carrot cake. Carrots are roots. Roots grow in the ground. Mushrooms grow in the ground. It works. Unfortunately carrot cake takes quite a long time to bake properly, and hers were still nearly liquid on the inside when she took them out of the oven. She salvaged what she could, but gave up on trying to make things pretty with two minutes left on the clock, and went to find the last of the gin and tonic from the signature round.

Lae'zel: Lemon elderflower cake. The lemon overpowered the elderflower and the cake was slightly overbaked, but her militant attention to detail made the rock candy decorations incredibly precise.

Medora: Mojito cake. It was far too boozy and the presentation was definitely lacking, but at least the cakes were baked properly.

Wyll: Strawberries and champagne cake. Apparently it's Boozy Bakes club this week, and he was a card-carrying member. A surprisingly delicate flavor, and beautifully balanced with the strawberries.

The Results:

Our star baker this week with a total of 52/60 is Lae'zel!

And with a score of 24/60, Astarion is leaving the tent today.

So I hope y'all are okay with me taking some creative liberties with the bakes today. Suspend your disbelief. Except for the Tavuk Göğsü which is a real traditional Turkish dessert that honestly sounds super interesting to me. How can you put chicken in a dessert and not taste it. I gotta know.

Feel free to play along in the comments! How would your tav or favorite npc compare?

Omg we're halfway through! We've got dessert week next.

[archer-accipitridae]

🏹 But I'm a fire, and I'll keep your brittle heart warm - Neuvillette 🏹

also, if you couldn't tell by the lyrics in the title, it was heavily inspired by Peace by Taylor Swift as well! <33

🏹 It's finally here! The post that I've been putting off for far too long. Basically headcanons for that one Neuvillette post

🏹 "I've never had a friend before" "I'll be your friend!" "I've never had a girlfriend either..."

🏹 I got a request for baker! reader but a lot for plain old reader, so I'll do mostly just ordinary reader with a sprinkle of baker! reader headcanons.

Our coming-of-age has come and gone Suddenly the summer, it's clear I never had the courage of my convictions As long as danger is near And it's just around the corner, darling 'Cause it lives in me No, I could never give you peace

If your cascade ocean blue waves come All these people think love's for show But I would die for you in secret The devil's in the details but you gotta friend in me Would it be enough, if I could never give you peace?

It starts with just Neuvillette... seeming lonely.

A chance meeting in the pouring rain.

Poor Neuvillette was just standing there, so you handed him your umbrella, as you didn't mind the rain the tiniest bit, and split a powdery doughnut.

Just standing there until the sun started to clear up.

After a little bit of talking, it was just standing next to each other and eating in silence.

The next day you went and saught him out after a trial, again, it was raining

This time you took a second, home-made nanaimo bar with you just for him

Talked a bit about your days and moved on

Day three you brought kardinalschnitten and poffertjes, just to see his preferences.

The skies seemed clearer after each meeting and the weather was nicer each day, by a tiny bit.

The skies started to clear up much quicker after trials.

You thought he was just an adorable little (well, not little, but whatever) softie man who was sad inside and wanted to brighten both of your days.

He was stressed, lonely, and distressed

You were seeking that sunshine, seeking that happiness, but as you did chaos seemed to always track you down.

There were fun times here and there, yes, you made sure of that, but peace was something you held briefly in special moments.

These little interactions built up after a week or two.

Something you could count on, a little bit of peace and quiet in your life with a creamsicle, peach cobbler, strawberry cheesecake, or whatever else you'd baked that day.

Your integrity makes me seem small You paint dreamscapes on the wall I talk shit with my friends It's like I'm wasting your honor

The trial was... rough, to say the least. Neuvillette was not in a good mood.

That was regular, but...

The child's custody was legally supposed to be with the mother in this case, but if you implement one's moral code in it, the situation feels so, so wrong.

He slipped up, he made a mistake.

Not with the trial, of course.

He forgot about the little meeting of yours.

It was just pouring, all day and a little past midnight.

Having just stood outside in the rain for a few hours holding a warm few cookies, wafting with the delicious (under good circumstances) scent of nostalgia.

He'd forgotten

You were a bit unsure about coming back tommorow

You did anyways, and came with an open mind.

Or at least, you tried to.

The interaction was Neuvillette profusely apologising and you just trying to shove food in his mouth so he could actually shut up.

The Melusines probably wrote it down in their history textbooks as the most amusing interaction between Neuvillette and another person ever witnessed.

He finally stopped when you said it's just your responsibility... if he'd like to be your friend.

"I've never had a friend before..." (Neuvillette)

"Then, I'll be your friend!!" (You)

He looked away BASHFULLY for a few moments

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"I've never had a girlfriend either.."

The ending is up to you: sugary kisses on each other's faces with sweet powder decorating each spot where lips touched skin, or a bit more angsty of an ending.

And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences Sit with you in the trenches Give you my wild, give you a child Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other Family that I chose, now that I see your brother as my brother Is it enough?

But there's robbers to the east, clowns to the west I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best But the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me

🏹 I kinda rushed the ending because my mind CANNOT focus on something for that long heehee. OOOOOHHH

🏹 I pulled Neuvillette!!!! OMG I'm so excited but I can't level him :/ grinding we go...

But I'm a fire, and I'll keep your brittle heart warm If your cascade ocean wave blues come All these people think love's for show But I would die for you in secret The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

Would it be enough if I could never give you peace? Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?