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moralesmilesanhour · 5 months

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summary: meeting miles g at a bakery, and other happenings. wc: 3k+ warning: blood, grief (more at the periphery, not a major theme), and lightly implied mommy issues a/n: ngl i was hungry asf when i wrote this. why can't i ever write normal fluff fics anymore. first fic of 2024!!

Brooklyn Middle is closed for winter break. The basketball court where the snow-covered hoop no longer has a net is empty, save for the blinking Christmas lights strung across the chain-link fence.

In a few years, the pizza place across the street where students would linger after school will be demolished, replaced by a shiny new Oscorp building that reflects the sun from all angles of its glass exterior. But for now, the place is just closed early for the holidays, a few blocks away from a bakery.

The tall, bear-like frame of a father dressed in a long black overcoat can be seen entering with a wiry young boy in a red hoodie and bomber jacket tailing close behind. He has an afro as opposed to his father’s closely-cropped hair. The boy keeps trying to straighten his posture - as if his spine would suddenly lengthen and his shoulders would broaden from the act alone. He wants to make himself look important today, because he is on a top-secret mission:

Operation: Get Mom a Cake.

“I think mom’ll like that one.”

The boy points at a slice of tres leches cake sitting behind a glass display. It’s not as flashy as the other decorative cakes drizzled with chocolate and strawberries or encased in pink frosting, but those wouldn’t melt on the tongue the way tres leches did.

His father raised an eyebrow at the plain slice, but the boy looked at him with a certainty that he’d never seen before, through eyes nearly identical to his mother’s. The man knew then that he was getting an expert opinion.

“Alright, if you say so,” he chuckled, adjusting his glasses. “We’ll take that one, Val.”

The boy smiled proudly at the older woman as she handed him the pink box containing the cake. Mission accomplished.

Now, he looks up and frowns at the Oscorp building blocking the view of where his old school used to be as he picks at a slice of cake with a plastic fork.

The ‘Employees Only’ door behind the counter swings open, and Valeria Cruz hobbles out, removing her apron.

“It’s almost your shift, Miles, hurry up and finish that cake.”

Miles takes one more bite before rising from his seat near the entrance and pushing the paper plate and half-eaten slice into a small trash can.

“You got it, Miss V.”

“Did you take out the trash?”

He pauses, and his eyes widen.

“I’mma get that done right now, Miss V!”

The woman sighs, running a hand through gray and white-streaked curls as the teen sprints out the door and back outside.

A forest green puffer jacket rushes past you on the sidewalk. It’s the same one you had seen shuffling out of the back entrance of Val’s bakery the other morning, lugging two black garbage bags with a purple hoodie obscuring the stranger’s face.

He probably works there, then, you think. Good. She could use the help.

The place had been packed the week before Officer Morales’ funeral, and for several weeks after. But over time, business began to slow down to a trickle. Hipster cafés and towering condos sprang up and choked out the little pizza shops and restaurants that took their owners’ last names, like when an invasive species of plant grows taller than the local varieties and smothers them, blocking out the sun.

You had been seeing Val’s face since you were in diapers. Families used to go there for birthdays, for elementary school graduations, middle school graduations - or sometimes just to grab something sweet to eat after church on Sundays. You continued the tradition–even if just to buy a tiny bag of cookies–in the hopes that the place might still be standing for your high school graduation.

The bell above the door rings to signal your entrance. The once baby pink wallpaper has begun to fade, but the late-afternoon sun makes it feel as vibrant as it did when you were twelve. Valeria is standing in front of the display of freshly-baked pastries with her apron folded neatly over her arm.

“Oh, were you about to close up shop?” You begin to take backward steps. “I can come back later–”

“No, no, sweetie, it’s fine!” The woman waves her hand, beckoning you to stay. “I was just about to go on my lunch break. I have someone about to take over for me.”

“It’s cool, I can wait. I saw somebody taking out the trash, that him?”

She sighs wearily, “That’s him, alright. He’s a good kid, but he’s always–”

“Sorry I’m late!”

In rushes Mr. Green Jacket through a chilly gust of wind, who turns to nod in greeting towards you before weaving past Val and behind the counter, where he disappears through the ‘Employees Only’ door.

“That boy, I swear. Never on time!”

He reappears sans the jacket, wearing a white apron identical to the one Val is holding. The name tag on it reads ‘Miles’.

Miles. Where have you heard that name before…?

The hood on his sweater is no longer pulled over his head, revealing two neat cornrows that cascade all the way down his neck. The surrounding hair has been shaved and faded at the nape of his neck and hairline. He’s the sort of brown-skinned that looks golden when the sunlight hits his face as he approaches the cash register.

“You gonna be alright for the next half hour?” asked Val with an eyebrow raised.

Miles drummed his fingers on the counter and grinned. “Yup, I got it.”

“Don’t destroy anything while I’m gone!”

“I won’t, promise.”

She pushes the door open with a skeptical look and leaves.

With this new stranger temporarily in charge, you carefully approach the counter. He looks up at you with curious brown eyes.

“Whatchu want?”

“Um…” you blink before remembering what you were here for. “Just sugar cookies, please.”

“How many?”

“Five.”

He turns to grab a paper bag, then bends to drop the desired amount of cookies into it with the pair of tongs that sit on the inside of the display.

“If you don’t mind my asking, what school you go to? I haven’t seen you around here before, feel like I’d remember you if I had.”

Miles pops his head over the counter and tilts his head with a cheeky grin.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You avoid eye contact, shifting from one foot to the other. Suddenly it’s not so cold anymore.

“I-I don’t know. You just seem memorable.”

He laughs a raspy, breathy laugh and hands you the bag of cookies over the counter. His hand is much larger than yours with slender fingers at the end of it, but still manages to appear almost clumsy-looking. Big enough to be a man’s, but with only half the dexterity.

“I go to Visions.”

“Fancy. You like it over there?”

“It’s aight. Kinda uptight, but my dad always said it was a ‘good opportunity’, so I stayed.”

You hum in consideration.

“Can't do everything for your parents, though. They'll have you living their dreams before you know it.”

The smile fades a bit, and Miles averts his gaze.

“Well my dad passed, so I just figured I’d just do this one thing for him.”

You cover your mouth with your palm.

“I'm so sorry, I–”

“It's fine,” he snorts without any humor. “You might be the only one that doesn't know who my daddy is. Kind of a relief.”

Miles encloses the money you just gave him in the slot beneath the cash register with a loud snap.

“You need anything else?”

You chew on your bottom lip in embarrassment and clutch your bag of cookies.

“No. Thank you.”

He doesn’t look up from the register.

“Have a nice day.”

Your mother is leaning on the window sill, nibbling on a granola bar when you get back home. She’s silent, which means she is observing. You’ll need to tread carefully.

“I brought cookies.”

She gives you a sidelong glance.

“Val’s cookies?”

“Yup, same as always.”

“That lady still working there all by herself?”

“She hired somebody to help out, actually - I saw a boy working the register.”

She notices the upward inflection in your voice at the mention of a boy, which interests her more than the cookies.

“What’s he look like?”

“He’s got, um,” you make a gesture over your head. “Twin braids–cornrows–and a green jacket? Kinda tall, too.”

Your mother nods, thoughtful. The description rings a bell, but she needs to confirm.

“You catch his name?”

“Miles, I think.”

“Lord,” she gasps, fully turning to face you. “That’s that Morales boy! I used to work with his momma, bless her heart. Barely saw his face after the funeral.”

The image of Miles’ face at the mention of his dad makes you cringe at your comment earlier. How could you not recognize him? He practically stole his face from the mural that was plastered above the precinct. You had only heard the boy’s name uttered once by your mother over the phone at 2:00 A.M., whispered like a secret.

“I can’t imagine how it must be for Miles. Didn’t he just get into that nice school down there? Of course they’ll have to let him go home. He should be with his mother.”

“He was such a sweet little boy. Then I saw him the other day?”

She shook her head, “Look like a different person. He had them flashy studs in his ears, nose pierced and everything.”

She wrinkles her nose. “Wouldn’t be surprised if he had tattoos under that coat as well. Damn shame.”

“He seemed nice when I saw him,” you remark quietly in a weak attempt to defend his character, despite having known him for all of five minutes. “Sweet, like you said.”

Your mother’s face hardens, all of her attention now focused on you as she folds the wrapping of the granola bar.

“That’s why you’re not bringing no boys home ‘till you’re eighteen,” she sharply reminds you. “‘Seems nice’ - How you know if he’s really nice or not?”

Again, Miles’ face appears in your mind’s eye. He didn’t seem to want your pity - rejected it, even. And what of his apparent chronic lateness?

Still…

“You don’t know that, either,” you say despite yourself. “I spoke to him while I was there.”

Your mother’s eyes narrow.

“Girl, I know that look. I better not see you runnin’ around with that boy, understand me?”

She looks set on not changing her mind now, so you only nod in defeat.

“Yes, ma’am.”

In your head, you’re already making plans to hit up the bakery tomorrow - both to apologize and to see the sun kissing Miles’ face again. Maybe tomorrow he’d even have the piercings in.

But when you get there the next day under the guise of ‘a trip to the corner store’, Miles isn’t at the register.

The sky has turned a pale shade of gray, and it has begun to drizzle. Pulling your navy blue coat tightly around you, you consider turning back around when–

Boom!

The sound of something hitting a trash can from behind the establishment catches your attention. It could be him taking out the trash at the last minute again.

Your assumption is proven only halfway correct.

Stepping over discarded boxes and tin cans, you find Miles doubled over, clutching his side. “Are you okay?”

Startled, bloodshot eyes glance at you before focusing on the ground.

“Fucking fantastic,” he grunts painfully.

As you get closer, you can see a dark stain blooming from where his hand is. A sick feeling swirls in your stomach.

“Oh my God, do you need me to call somebody?”

“Nah, I’m…I’m straight,” Miles says through labored breaths. “I just gotta…patch myself up before I get home.”

You whip out your phone and frantically unlock it.

“I’m calling an ambulance.”

“Hell no–”

“You are bleeding!”

He tilts his head towards a duffle bag lying near his feet.

“I got First Aid in there…that’ll do me just fine.”

When he tries to reach for the bag, his knees give out, causing him to collapse right next to it.

Miles shivers as you gingerly wrap white bandages around his waist, the flat expanse of skin on his stomach partially exposed to the elements. He fades in and out of consciousness, between your face and black nothingness. When he’s awake, he stares up at you in disbelief.

“I didn’t call 9-1-1, if that’s what you’re wondering,” you tell him with a grin. “This should stop the bleeding, but I can’t help you beyond that.”

“Wusyaname?” he mumbles, head lolling towards you. He’s on the brink of passing out again.

“Call me (Y/N).”

“Wasn’t gon’ call you anything else.”

“Shut up, I just saved your life.”

“Mmmm-hm,” Miles hums with a lazy smile that makes you wonder if he’s becoming delirious.

“Eeeeverybody loves sayin’ that. Everybody always…”

His eyelids get heavy before he can finish the thought, and he finally blacks out again in your lap.

There’s a short line inside the bakery that weekend, and you wonder if Miles has anything to do with it.

Word seemed to get around mysteriously fast that the former teenaged recluse had come out of hiding after that conversation (if you could even call it that) with your mother. From where you’re sitting–by the window, nibbling on a sugar cookie, observing–Miles does not seem to enjoy the attention.

Or maybe you’re just imagining the strained smile on his face as the line of customers becomes a Greek chorus of gasps and squeals.

“You got so big!”

“What did you do to your hair?”

“Oh, you look just like Jeff.”

“How’s Rio?”

“Good to see you out and about again.”

The sparkling curiosity is nearly drained from his face by the time he joins you at the end of his shift with a slice of cake. He does not have the fabled nose piercing in, but two diamond studs sparkle when the light hits them every time he moves his head.

“So?”

“So…?”

“Are you alright after I found you the other day? I saw you limping back there.”

Miles rolls his eyes.

“I’m fine. My mom’s literally a nurse. She got me straight.”

“What’d you tell her? Looked like you broke a rib.”

“Far as she’s concerned, I fell off my bike.”

“I’ve never seen you on a bike.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t have one.”

You shrug. Touche.

“What did you have to say to me that was worth stalking me after my shift?”

“Stalking?”

“You buy the same thing every time, you think I ain’t notice?” Miles smirks, like a detective who’s just gotten a confession. “Who goes to a bakery and only gets cookies?”

“Lay off me, man, these are excellent,” you take another bite for emphasis. “Anyways, I actually came to apologize.”

His brows furrow in confusion. “For what?”

“For what I said the first time I saw you. I didn’t know you were that Miles.”

The corners of Miles’ lips pull downwards into a frown.

“That’s it?”

“Mm, well…”

You bite your lip by force of habit.

“I also wanted to talk to you again. Under better circumstances. That your favorite type of cake?”

Miles looks down at his plate when you point to it with your fork, as if he’s seeing it for the first time.

“Yeah, tres leches. What about it?”

“I dunno, I just always see you eating that and nothing else. Is there a reason?”

You expect to say something about the sweetness, or the texture, but instead he answers:

“It always tastes the same.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, like…” He puts down his fork and starts to construct an analogy in his head.

“It’s like when you see an ice cream truck. You run up to it before it drives off, and what do you ask for? First thing that pops into your head?”

“Vanilla?”

“Exactly. You could try one of the other ones, but what if it tastes like ass? Now you stuck eating something you don’t like–”

“And it’s a waste of money.”

“Exactly!” Miles laughs. “You get it. My mom makes fun of me because I’ve been eating the same thing since I was five. But it’s always good! And the same amount of good.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

You tap your nails on the table, thinking.

“But what if you find a new flavor that you really like?”

He shrugs, “Then lucky me, I guess. But that doesn’t tend to happen.”

“It could happen, though.”

He watches the strange way you eat. Slowly, teeth-first, as if you’re afraid to make a mess. It’s weirdly dainty, which makes him chuckle beneath his breath.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Uh-uh, don’t do that. What’s so funny?”

Miles gives you that same head tilt again.

“It’s cute, the way you eat.”

Your hand freezes just as it’s about to lift another cookie to your mouth, and you stare at him blankly.

“That’s…”

He pauses too.

“...Weird, yeah. Sorry. I dunno why I said that.”

A beat of silence passes that’s so heavy with awkwardness, that the two of you can’t help but burst into poorly-stifled laughter.

You lean forward with your chin resting in your hand. “That’s fine. I kept coming here just to spy on you, so I guess I’m weird, too.”

“Ah, so you admit it!”

“Hey, if I wasn’t bein’ a total creep, you might’ve bled out next to the garbage dump. Val can’t lose a valuable employee, right?”

“If you put it that way.”

You can see the white of some of Miles’ teeth peeking out as he smiles. One of his canines is charmingly crooked, and sharper than the others. When the smile fades, he suddenly looks uncertain.

“Can I ask you a question this time?”

“Ask away.”

“Do you wanna make this,” he gestures between you, “like, a regular thing? Y’know, ‘meeting under better circumstances’.”

It’s your turn for a smile to spread across your face.

“We should. Whatever you did to end up bleeding out in the rain, I guess I’d be a witness now.”

“M-hm. Can’t have you yappin’ about that to my customers,” He plays along, then winks. “I’mma need your number too, just in case.”

Just before you reach for your phone in your pocket, you hear your mother’s voice in your head, casting a shadow over the whole thing and giving you pause.

All jokes aside, Miles had never explained what had landed him in that predicament behind the bakery in the first place. He’s always late. He lies to his mother. You’re about to lie to your mother.

But the sun is hitting his face again, and with the light bouncing off of his pupils, he looks like he couldn’t hurt a fly. The shadow remains at the corner of your eye. Just the corner.

You grin and hand him your phone.

“You got it. Just in case.”

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avastrasposts · 5 months

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A Baker's Dozen - Six

Twelve Pedro boys, twelve stand alone short stories, all set in the same bakery.

Hello!

I can't believe it's already the halfway point for A Baker's Dozen, Pedro boy number six is waiting in the wings. But before I let him in I just want to say a massive thank you for all the love all you lovely people gave Ezra. It was a bit sadder than others but there always a chance of him re-appearing...

I'm dropping chapter today seeing as tomorrow is New Year's Eve, from next week I'll be back on my regular Sunday evening posting.

Also, don't miss all the #pickledpena fics that'll be posting on January 1st! And follow @pickled-pena to see them all in their pickled Peña glory.

Happy 2024 all you lovely people!

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He puts out the cigarette just before he steps through your door on a quiet afternoon. You’re busy placing some fresh coffee cake in the display case and he’s the only customer in the shop. Crouched down, almost out of sight, it gives you a few seconds to observe him as he looks around the shop. He’s handsome, dangerously handsome, and holds himself with a nonchalant air of confidence that makes you think he’s aware of how good he looks. No man would wear jeans that tight if he didn’t know his body could pull it off, his generous package clearly framed by the crotch of the dark wash denim. A black, short sleeved, shirt stretches across his broad shoulders, one too many buttons undone, yellow aviators nonchalantly hanging from the neckline. And as you drag your eyes away from the freckles of his chest and up to his face, you’re met by his dark eyes, an almost scowl marring his handsome features as he locks eyes with you.

You stand up, placing the now empty tray on the counter and put your customer service smile on, squashing a nervous squeal in your belly.

“Hi, welcome, how can I help you?” you say, wiping your hands on your apron as the man approaches.

“I’m lookin’ for a bakery that does Mexican things, I need a Tres Leches cake,” he says, his eyes leaving yours and scanning the shelves of your display case as you shake your head. His Texas drawl is subtle but the low register of his rich voice emphasizes it and sends a little shiver down your spine.

“I’m afraid I don’t have any for sale today, but I can make one for you, if you’d like to order?” you reply and you’re surprised when his face seems to fall and he sighs deeply, annoyance rolling off him like the warm scent of his aftershave.

“Do you know any Mexican bakeries in town?” he asks, “I’m sure yours is good, but I really need the cake today.” He puts his hands on his hips and you’re momentarily distracted by the way his shirt stretches, the buttons hanging on for dear life as his wide shoulders spread even more.

“Sorry,” you reply, “there’s not exactly a big Mexican community in this town, so no bakeries that do Tres Leches regularly. Maybe you can find another cake that will suit the occasion?”

The man drops his head, briefly looking at the toes of his dress shoes before he meets your eyes again, his brow furrowed.

“It’s got to be a Tres Leches, sorry.”

“Then I’m afraid I can’t help you,” you say, shrugging and expecting him to turn around and leave. But instead he remains in front of the counter, looking at you as you start straightening the cups on the counter, just to have something to do, the man’s intense gaze is unnerving.

“Fuck,” he hisses under his breath, sharp enough for you to startle, and his eyebrows shoot up, “Sorry, that wasn’t at you. And thanks anyway.”

He turns and yanks open the front door, exiting out onto the street where he stops, looking left and right before glancing back at you through the window. He locks eyes with you for a beat, and then he stalks off, long legs in tight jeans disappearing down the street.

He stays on your mind for the rest of the afternoon, not because of the need for a specific cake, but because of the way he’d reacted to being denied it, disappointment that seemed to hit something more than just missing out on what, you supposed, was a special request from someone close to him. Women, especially brides-to-be, could be very emotional and stressed about the specifics of their cakes, but you’d never heard a man curse when he couldn’t get the cake he wanted. You wonder if you should maybe make a Tres Leches cake, just in case he comes back, but decide against it. There are plenty of bakeries in town capable of making them instead of you, he’s probably not even coming back to your bakery anyway.

By the next day you’ve forgotten about him, the day running past fast as your shop assistant handles the steady flow of customers that Saturday’s always bring. You’re busy in the kitchen baking the last batches for Sunday and planning the week ahead, getting your orders in. As a spur of the moment decision, you add a couple of cans of evaporated milk and condensed milk, the Tres Leches man popping up in your mind as you scroll through the whole seller's website. .

On late Sunday afternoon you start cleaning the shop and the kitchen, the foot traffic always dies down the last hour before closing on Sundays and you send your shop assistant home.You use the last hour to reset everything for Tuesday, Monday being your day off.

The sound of the bell on the front door rings as you’re on your hands and knees in the kitchen, wiping out the back of a counter under your workbench. “I’ll be out in a second,” you call out to the customer.

“No rush,” a dark voice comes back to you, the Texan lilt familiar. You stand up so fast you almost bang your head on the bottom of the shelf, stumbling to your feet and smoothing down your apron and your hair. There’s a small mirror on the wall just by the door into the shop, so you give yourself a quick glance, hastily wiping the sweat off your forehead and rubbing away a dusting of flour on your cheek.

“Hi,” you say as you step into the shop, “how can I help you? I’m afraid I still don’t have any Tres Leches cake.”

The handsome man is still wearing jeans so tight they look painted on, but this time they’re a light wash denim and his short sleeved shirt is white, the yellow aviators hanging even lower in the deep V of his chest.

“I wanted to apologize for that,” he says, stepping up to the counter, “And I’d like to order one, if that’s alright?”

“Sure, that’s fine, I’m closed tomorrow but I could have it for you by Tuesday afternoon if that works?”

“Whatever suits you,” he replies, some of his earlier confidence coming back as he not too subtly lets his eyes give you a once over. “I’m sure it’s worth waiting for.”

“Didn’t seem like it on Friday,” you say, biting your tongue as the words slip out. The man gives you an unreadable look, you’re not sure if he's insulted or not.

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out, “that was uncalled for, I’m sure you had stuff going on that made the cake an essential part of your Friday.

“No, I apologize, I was rude,” he replies, shaking his head, “I was just having a bad day, I…” he trails off, rubbing a large hand over his clean shaven cheeks under his neat mustache, dropping his eyes to the floor before he looks up at you, his eyes suddenly doleful and tired, “I’ve just been a bit homesick lately, and Tres Leches was my mom’s favorite cake, and mine too, she used to make it for my birthday. She passed a few years ago and I just wanted to be reminded of her.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, “I’d be very happy to make you one, but it probably won’t be as good as your mom’s.”

“I look forward to trying it though,” he gives you a crooked smile, “All your stuff here looks delicious.” He waves his hand over the display case but he’s looking at you and your apron suddenly feels very warm around your body.

“S-so Tuesday afternoon works for you?” you ask, clearing your throat and the man nods with a smile, like he knows the effects his looks, and his tight jeans, are having on you.

“What name should I put on the order form?” you ask as you grab a pen to fill it in.

“Javier Peña,” the man replies, stepping forward and leaning on his forearms on the counter, watching you note down his name, “I think you should write down my number too,” he says, looking up at you, “just in case you need to call me, for whatever reason.”

The image of a baby cow looking up at you through thick lashes flits across your mind as he smiles, his eyes are deep brown and suddenly very innocent looking despite the very suggestive tone of his voice.

“Oh you’re good,” you chuckle, letting him take the pen and jot down his number, “Do you really want the cake, or are you just flirting?”

“Can’t I do both, cariño?” he grins, pushing off from the counter and winking at you as he comes to his full height, making you look up at him again.

“Sure, but you’re only getting the cake,” you smile back at him and now it’s his turn to chuckle, a dimple on his cheek as he regards you with a playful look.

“I’ll be happy with just the cake, but I’ll keep hoping,” he replies, still grinning as he pats down his jeans, pulling out his wallet from his back pocket, “What do I owe you?”

“Pay on delivery,” you say and he arches one of his eyebrows with a cheeky smirk.

“So that’s how I get you to use my number, will you chase me down if I don’t turn up on Tuesday?”

“Something tells me you’re used to women chasing you down,” you say, trying to keep your heartbeat under control as he cocks his head, another arched eyebrow, “so I should probably just play it cool and count on your turning up for the cake.”

“When do you close up on Tuesday?” he asks, the corner of his mouth quirking up, as he puts away his wallet.

“Seven, but the cake will be done before then,” you reply and he nods.

“I’ll be here before seven,” he says, “you can count on it, cariño.” He winks at you again and you curse the butterflies that immediately take flight in your belly.

He gives you a wave as he takes a nonchalant step back towards the door before turning, his tight jeans giving you a perfect view of his tiny butt, you’ve really never seen any guy wear jeans that tight and you can’t help but let your eyes linger.

‘Really…’ you think to yourself, ‘how does he even walk down the stairs in those jeans?’

A Tres Leches gets better the longer it can sit in the fridge and absorb all the liquid that’s poured over it, so you get started as soon as Javier leaves. By the time you’ve cleaned up the kitchen and done your usual Sunday night prep, the sponge cake is cooling on the counter.

Ordinarily you wouldn’t come in on your day off but the Tres Leches needs three types of milk poured over it, so at lunchtime on Monday you stick your key in the lock and turn off the alarm to the shop.

“Hey, I thought you weren’t open today?” a deep voice says behind your back just as you punch in the code.

“Oh shit!” you shriek and spin around, your hand on your heart, as Javier’s hands come out to steady you.

“So jumpy, cariño,” he chuckles, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You’re sneaky, jeez,” you gasp, hitting the off button on the alarm that’s still beeping, “please, give a girl a warning before you jump out like that.”

He follows you into the shop, apologizing again as you flick the lights on.

“I’m sorry, I was just on my way to grab some lunch and I saw you open up the shop, I wanted to say hi and thank you for making the cake,” he smiles and you feel his hand come out and gently brush over the small of your back as you walk past him into the kitchen. The warmth of his hand makes you stutter, trying to keep your cool at his proximity.

“T-that’s fine, but the cake isn’t done yet,” you say, “and the shop isn’t open, I’m just here to pour the milk mixture on it.”

“You should’ve told me to pick it up on Wednesday instead, I don’t want to make you work on your day off,” Javier says, leaning against the door frame of the kitchen as you open the fridge and take out the cake.

“It’s fine, this is quick, I’ll be done in ten minutes, then I’m leaving again,” you say as he watches you with those dark eyes, they follow you around the kitchen as you take out a pan and the three types of milk needed.

“You have plans for the afternoon?” he asks, crossing his arms and the blue shirt stretches tight across his shoulders. You can’t help but glance at the way it hugs his biceps and he notices, his body settling into the pose a little bit more, thick fingers drumming against the taught fabric over his arm as he smiles at you.

“Yeah, I have a date at the fair,” you say, pouring the milk into the pan and turning on the heat, from the corner of your eye you see him shift and straighten up a little.

“A date huh…” he says, “Your boyfriend?”

“No, just a blind date, a friend set us up,” you reply, stirring the condensed milk into the regular milk.

“Ok, I hope you have a nice time then,” Javier says, his brow furrowed, standing up and thumping his fist lightly on the doorframe, hesitating for a few seconds, “I’ll come by for the cake tomorrow, have a nice afternoon.” He abruptly turns and you hear his footsteps retreat through the shop before you have a chance to say goodbye, leaving you surprised at his sudden departure. After finishing the cake and cleaning up the kitchen again, you leave the shop and lock up. Javier’s sudden departure still seems strange to you, you don’t know him at all, but he’d suddenly seemed offended by your date, even jealous. He’s a flirt, and you couldn’t help flirting back a little, but you really don’t think he’d be jealous of your blind date. Would he be?

The next day you’re not sure if he’ll come for his cake after all, but you are hoping he will. The blind date had been a miserable affair and you bowed out after suffering through a painful hour of stilted small talk about small business taxes. Javier’s crooked grin and tight jeans had been on your mind throughout the afternoon as your date droned on..

Towards the end of the day you take the cake out and cover it in whipped cream and decorate it with fresh strawberries. And thankfully, a few minutes before seven the doorbell jangles and you look up to see Javier walk through the door, giving your heart a little jolt of excitement. But although he’s not exactly scowling, the yellow aviators cover his eyes and the corners of his mouth are downturned under the edges of his neat mustache. It’s a stark contrast to the bright pink shirt he’s wearing today, the color clashing with the apparent mood he’s in.

“Hi Javier,” you say, giving him what you hope is your flirtiest look, wanting to coax him back to the flirtiness he’d displayed on previous visits, “I guess I won’t need your number after all,” you say, giving him a sweet smile as you watch his lips quirk up in response.

“Maybe you should hang on to it, in case that new boyfriend doesn’t work out,” he smirks, coming up to the counter and leaning on the display case, long legs in tight jeans casually crossed as he gives you an appreciative glance up and down. You’d removed your apron a little bit earlier, changed into a nicer top, fixed your hair, only stopping yourself as you considered adding lipstick.

“No, that was a bad date,” you scrunch up your nose at him, “I had to make up an excuse after an hour.”

“Too bad,” he says but his crooked grin leaves you in no doubt about the fact that he’s very much not sorry about the failed date, “You should’ve let me take you out instead, I would’ve made sure you didn’t need any excuse to leave.” He gives you a quick wink, taking off his aviators, and you feel your cheeks heat up as he smirks and swipes a thumb over his bottom lip.

“About that cake, querida?”

The casual pet name ramps up the heat in your cheeks another notch and you’re grateful for the chance to turn around and head for the kitchen.

“Yeah, sure, let me get it,” you throw over your shoulder and yank the fridge door open, carefully sliding the cake box out.

“Here, I boxed it for you, but have a look, make sure it’s what you wanted,” you say, putting the box in front of him as you get back to the counter

“I’m sure it’s perfect,” he replies, but he still slips the paper lip from its hold and flips up the lid. He looks down at it for a beat and the casual confidence slips from his face, replaced by something you can’t place, almost as if he suddenly disappears from the shop, finding himself in another setting, looking at another cake.

“Is…is it as you expected?” you ask timidly when he doesn’t move, his eyes still on the cake, and he blinks and looks up at you, his eyes soft and warm.

“It’s perfect, just perfect, thank you,” he replies, his tone suddenly sincere and raw in a way you didn’t expect, it’s just a cake. But he looks down at the cake again and there’s a play of emotions across his face, as if the thoughts in his head are dancing across his features in the space of a few heart beats. You let him have his moment and carefully start tidying up the counter around the till and turn to start cleaning the espresso machine when he clears his throat.

“This is…uhmm…” he trails off and you look back at him, he’s still got his eyes on the cake but as he rubs a large hand over his jaw he looks up at you, “Do you wanna have a coffee with me? And some cake?”

“You wanna cut the cake now?” you ask surprised, you thought it was for a special occasion but he nods.

“Yeah, as a thank you for going out of your way to make it, coming in on your day off and everything,” he gives you a nod towards the coffee machine and grabs a couple of plates from the counter, “Although I should really be serving you but that coffee machine looks pretty advanced.”

“I’d love to have coffee and cake with you, Javier. But are you sure you want to cut it now? I thought it was for something special?”

“It was, or it is,” he says, coming round the counter with the cake and putting it next to you. “My mom used to make it for me and on Friday it was ten years ago since she passed….”

He pauses and adjusts the cake with one hand, the other hooked into the pocket of his jeans, fingers drumming against his leg as you wait for him to continue.

“I was feelin’ kinda homesick, wanted something to remind me of her,” he clears his throat, looking up at you again as you put down the cloth you’ve been wiping the machine with. His mood on Friday makes sense now, but you never would’ve you have guessed the reason behind it, and you push down the urge to put your hand on his arm. But he seems to shake out of his reverie and he gives you a crooked smile.

“So how about that coffee, cariño?”

“Sure,” you smile back at him and you see his eyes soften again, “How do you take it?”

“Strong and black,” he replies, “Show me where you keep the knives and I’ll get us some cake, at least I can serve you that.”

You show him and he gives a low hum when he slides the first slice onto a plate, “It smells just like I remember.”

“Good, I hope the taste reminds you of her too,” you smile. It feels like he’s a different person now, still confident and flirty, and dangerously handsome, but you’re seeing a more human side, something underneath his winks and smirks as you watch him expertly wipe the knife and cut another clean edged slice and slide it onto the plate.

“If you ever need a part time job, let me know, with those cake skills I’d let you serve my customers,” you remark, jumping up onto the counter next to where Javier’s standing.

He snorts at your comment, picking up one of the plates and hands it to you, “Trust me, cariño, you don’t want me anywhere near your customers.”

“No, true, those tight jeans might be a bit distracting for female guests,” you say, “I’d never get anything sold.”

You bite your tongue, trying to stop your giggle, as you see his eyes widen, the spoon hoovering in the air over his cake slice as he tries to process your words.

“Really, cariño,” he says eventually, shaking his head as he pushes the spoon into the cake, “I didn’t think you minded them, considering the way you’ve been staring at my ass,” he gives you a wink as he puts the spoon in his mouth.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m saying, I know how distracting they are,” you laugh, “It’s a good thing you left yesterday, I would’ve messed up the cake if you’d kept hanging around my kitchen in those jeans.”

Javier hums, distracted by the cake as he looks down on it, waving his spoon at it as he chews and swallows.

“This is delicious, cariño, just as good as my moms, it tastes just like hers.”

“Thanks, that’s the best compliment I could get,” you smile at him, taking a mouthful of the cake for yourself as Javier reaches for the cup of coffee you’ve placed next to him.

“Mhm…” he grunts, “strong coffee and Tres Leches, best thing I’ve had in a long time, hermosa.”

He smiles at you over the edge of the cup, his chocolate brown eyes making you feel flustered as he keeps eye contact when he’s put the cup down.

“Relly, the best I’ve had in a very long time…” he says, “and the best company I’ve had in a long time too. Tell me, would I really distract you that much in the kitchen?” He takes another spoonful of cake and keeps his eyes on you, staring you down as he cocks his hip and leans on the counter, suddenly very close, making your nerves thrum just under your skin. You can smell the cake on his breath, the coffee from the cup on the counter and his faded aftershave, still lingering on the collar of his pink shirt.

“You…I-I think you know what you do with those tight jeans, Javier,” you reply and his lips quirk up in response, the corner of his mustache twitching as his eyes move down to your lips and linger there.

“Why don’t you tell me, cariño?” he smirks, “What do my tight jeans do?”

You almost roll your eyes at him, the confidence is oozing off him but you can’t deny that he can back it up as he parts his soft looking lips and moves around your legs, stepping in between them, trapping you up on the counter. Your breath hitches as he looks up at you again, his eyes leaving your lips as the tip of his tongue comes out and lightly wets his own.

Quietly inhaling, you decide attack is the best tactic, and reach out, putting your hand around the back of Javier’s head.

“Are you going to talk about your jeans or kiss me, Javier?” you ask, and you just have time to see the glint in his eyes, before he leans forward.

His hand comes up and grabs your jaw, cupping your cheek as his thumb moves across your lips, holding it for a beat before he’s on you. His lips are as soft as they look, molding to your mouth, gently probing to let him in. Your hand tangles into the thick hair at the back of his head, holding on as he pushes forward, widening your legs around his hips, pressed against the cupboard. With a low moan you part your lips to his tongue and he responds, a groan, as he wraps his free arm around your waist, his hand finding your hip and pulling you towards him. The jeans do nothing to hide his growing arousal as you slide right up against his crotch, his kisses are soft but the way he holds you tight, is heated.

You hook your hand into his belt loop and tug him closer, feeling him roll his hips against you as the taste of the cake and his strong coffee overpowers your senses, his tongue sliding around yours. He’s exploring, his large hand sliding over your jaw, the rough pad of his thumb caressing your skin and finding spots that make you moan and tremble under his touch. It doesn’t take him long to figure out that a gentle nip on your lower lip makes you arch your back and press into him. He makes the most of it as his hand slides up to splay flat over your shoulder blades, holding you close as he continues to explore your mouth..

Heat is making your core ache, he’s hard against you, the texture of the denim rubbing against you with each lazy roll of his hips and you have to pant into his mouth, pulling back from him to catch your breath.

Javier kisses the corner of your mouth as you tip your head back with a groan, drawing a deep breath, and then moves over your jaw, his teeth scraping over your skin, his tongue coming out to taste and lick as he trails kisses down to your neck. When he sinks his teeth into the flesh just under your ear you whimper and grip hard at his hair, hearing him groan against you. He places a wet kiss on the mark his teeth have left and straightens up, looking down at you with half closed eyes.

“I fucking hated that blind date guy,” Javier growls, still standing close enough for you to feel every twitch of his hard length between your legs, “I should’ve told you to ditch him and asked you to come out with me instead.”

“I would’ve ditched him, Javier,” you reply, letting your fingers trail over his five o’clock shadow and brush the edge of his mustache.

“So let me take you out tonight instead, finish what we started, cariño.”

His hands are distracting, one rubbing firm circles over your back, down to your hips, kneading the soft flesh. The other one still on your neck, caressing your cheek, your hair, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips as he keeps his eyes locked on yours.

“I have to get up at three am, Javier,” you whisper, his lips finding yours again and you lose your train of thought.

“Rain check,” he mumbles against your mouth, “What are you doing on Sunday night? You don’t work on Mondays.”

“There’s this guy,” you reply, smiling as he pulls back a fraction to look down at you, one eyebrow raised, “He wears these really tight jeans and I think I should find out if he’s got the goods to back them up”.

“Oh he does,” Javier growls, tugging you closer and making you open your mouth to his eager tongue, pulling a breathless moan from you as he wraps his arms around you again.

Part Seven

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glorious-spoon · 6 days

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17 and/or 28?

hello nonnie! i went with 28: surprising them with their favorite treat. love is stored in the kitchen, etc.

"No, no, I'm not doing it for you," Abuela says, swatting his arm lightly with her dishtowel in that way that makes Eddie feel like he's taken a step backward through time, back to the sunny little kitchen in the house she sold three years ago to move back to Texas, back to being eight years old again and hanging around while she baked, even though he was supposed to be too old for all that by then. She's frailer now, but her eyes are just as sharp as she folds Eddie's fingers back around the egg he's trying to hand to her. "You're never going to learn if I do it for you."

"We're going to run out of eggs before I get it right at this point," he complains. They've gone through three already, the yolks broken and bleeding into the whites and therefore useless.

"You can use them to make a frittata. Or an omelet. Something. They won't go to waste."

He squints at her. "Was that a metaphor?"

"Come on, come on. Josephina is picking me up in an hour, if you want this cake to happen it's got to happen now."

"I could just buy one," Eddie says halfheartedly, like this whole enterprise wasn't his idea in the first place. God knows why. He's managed to drag himself a good few steps above boxed mac and cheese in the cooking department, but baking remains an intimidating mystery. It's not like he couldn't just buy one. It's Los Angeles. Plenty of places local to find tres leches cake, even if it won't be his abuela's recipe.

She probably would have made him one herself if he asked. Almost definitely would have. But once he got the idea in his head it felt—important, like Buck's laborious perfecting of the lasagna he's planning to make for them tomorrow, like Bobby's home-cooked meals at the station. Something about doing it himself.

Something about home-cooked meals, and about love, that it's definitely too early to say to Buck, at least in so many words. But he kind of wants to say it all the same.

He cracks the egg—gently, this time. The glistening yellow yolk remains intact, cradled in one half of the shell as the white slides away into the bowl beneath. Eddie holds his breath, holding his hand still until the separation is complete, feeling more than a little bit like he's defusing a bomb here. Then he finally drops the yolk into its own separate bowl with a feeling of absurd triumph.

Abuela squeezes him with a startling amount of strength for a woman who's more than a few years past eighty, but her voice is very gentle. "Perfect, Eddito. Now we just need four more like that."

Eddie breathes out a shaky laugh and reaches for another egg.

By six o'clock, Pepa is on her way over and the cake is cooling in the refrigerator, waiting for the leches mixture—the counter wiped clean, Abuela installed in a dining room chair sipping a cafecito from one of the little red cups that she bequeathed to Eddie when she moved away. They talk about inconsequential things: Christopher, his dad's retirement, his parents' tentative plans for a cruise, which makes Eddie wince and bite his tongue. Christopher again. Buck's name comes up, because of course it does, it always has. For years he's been so entwined with their lives that there's no way to talk about Eddie and Christopher for any length of time without mentioning Buck.

It feels more revealing now. Or maybe that's just that now Eddie knows there's something to reveal.

He's not trying to hide it. It's new, but he's never felt so sure about something in his life. He just doesn't know quite how to go about saying it; any of the words he can come up with feel too clumsy, too inadequate.

It's not until Pepa's car pulls in the driveway that she leans over to pat his hand where it's resting on the table. "He's going to love it. Tu novio, he'll be so happy you baked that just for him."

"That's assuming I don't mess anything else up," Eddie says, and then registers the rest of that sentence. Your boyfriend. His heart stutters for a moment, but settles fast. She's still smiling at him.

"You won't," she says.

He breathes out; laughs a little, breathless. "How did you know?"

"I'm old and wise," she says puckishly. Then, gentler, "You talk about him like you're in love."

Outside, the car door opens and shuts. Pepa starts up the walk. Eddie takes another breath, and nods. He feels a little flayed open, but it's a good feeling, to be seen like this. A little raw, but good. "I am. I—really am."

Abuela slides out of her chair and holds out her arms; Eddie folds into them like he's not a head taller than her these days. They're still standing like that, swaying a little, when Pepa comes in.

Buck is over the next night for dinner, a frequent if irregular occurrence whenever they both have the same evening off. They don't actually cook together, because Buck is kind of a control freak in the kitchen, but Eddie sets the table with Chris's sullen adolescent assistance, and puts on some music, and he remembers as he does it those evenings when he'd see his grandparents dancing together in the kitchen after dinner, the easy sway of their bodies. He's half-tempted to try and pull Buck into a dance, but right now Buck is frazzled and wearing an apron splattered with béchamel as he swears under his breath at the lasagna, so Eddie can wait.

It all comes out perfectly, because of course it does, and Eddie kisses him after he sets it down on the table, ignoring Chris's disgruntled noise. Buck smiles against his lips and kisses him back.

"Smells amazing," Eddie offers.

"It only took me five tries to get it right."

"Well, I appreciate you not burning my kitchen down."

"You're not funny," Buck pouts, but he leans in for another kiss.

"I'm starving," Chris says pointedly, and they break apart, laughing.

"You forget how to serve yourself, mijo?"

"No," Chris says, but he's smirking a little as he dishes himself a generous helping of lasagna and passes the spatula over to Eddie.

It's not that different, all told, from any of the other meals they've had together over the years. That's something that keeps tripping Eddie up: how little has actually changed. Other than the part where he's allowed to touch Buck as much as he wants now; other than the fact that he lets himself notice how much he wants.

For Chris's sake, he's discreet about it, but he curls his hand over Buck's knee under the table once they're all served. Buck ducks his head and smiles, a pretty flush dusting his cheeks, and Eddie leaves his hand there for the rest of the meal.

They clean up together, and Buck insists on helping even when Eddie tries to shoo him out of the kitchen, though he honestly doesn't try that hard. Chris escapes into the dining room when Buck pulls Eddie into a shuffling, impromptu dance to some Taylor Swift song on the radio—he must have stealthily changed the station when Eddie wasn't paying attention—but he ducks his head back in a few minutes later to ask if they're going to eat the cake.

"There's cake?" Buck asks, bemused.

"Tres leches," Eddie admits, and now he's blushing. "Abuela's recipe."

"You got Isabel to make me tres leches?" Buck asks, looking delighted.

"Okay, okay, it's not just for you—"

"Dad made it," interjects Chris, the traitor. "Can we please eat it now?"

Now Buck's expression has gone all soft, so sparkling and warm that Eddie can barely look directly at it. "You made me a cake?"

"You cooked dinner," Eddie counters, crossing over to open the fridge and pull the covered pan out. The whipped cream isn't in those graceful swirls that his abuela always did, but he's pretty sure it'll taste okay. It all looks okay, anyway. "Don't worry, I had supervision. It's probably edible."

"It looks amazing," Buck says, but he's not looking at the cake; he's looking at Eddie. Eddie tries to duck his head, and Buck catches his chin before he can manage it, and kisses him. It lingers sweetly for a moment, and then he grins and pulls away. "You made me a cake."

"Yeah, yeah," Eddie says, and thinks, I love you, I love you.

He doesn't say it out loud, not yet. But by the way Buck is beaming at him, Eddie thinks maybe he got it all the same.

#911 #911 fic #buddie #buddie fic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #isabel diaz #christopher diaz #prompt fic #my fic

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lucvly · 6 months

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i loved your chris x latina gf hc’s. could you please do one for us matt girls 🙏

— matt with a latina girlfriend hcs! ⸰ 𖥔 ͙

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, not proofread.

a/n: the amount of reqs i got for this omg??? also i feel the need to say i’m latina but i’m not mexican LMAO sorry to disappoint ☹️

— this isn’t matthew anymore this is mateo LMAO.

— my man was nervous about meeting your family. he kind of got freaked out hearing about the amount of people that were gonna be at the gathering.

— he asked you to help him practice greeting your family LMAOO it’s so cute. (“so, no handshakes?” “not unless you wanna get kicked out, mi vida.”)

— the family’s favorite gringo boyfriend !!

— sorry to burst some of your bubbles but this man cannot dance. sorry Not sorry !!! him dancing merengue or salsa would be sooo goofy. you tried teaching him but he just ends up stepping on you.

— your tías always try to dance with him unknowingly and he always steps on them LMFAOOAOA.

— at family gatherings he’s in the kitchen helping your mom cook and serve the food.

— you get a good laugh out of it because when your mom lets him try a spoonful of whatever she’s making his ass always has to drink at least two glasses of water because my god this man can’t tolerate spice.

— he’s always wanting to learn something new about your culture. he thinks the traditions and celebrations are super interesting.

— the fact that you’re incredibly family oriented is so attractive to him help??? he loves it. seeing you interact with your little cousins is so cute to him.

— ++ your little cousins always leech onto him at the gatherings. you’re convinced one of your baby cousins has a crush on him it’s hilarious.

— the first time you called him gringo he was like Huh??? you had to explain what it meant LMAO, your family calls him gringo a lot in a very loving way but it’s still Really funny.

— he’s such a kid bye? he’s exactly like one of those primos who’s absolutely wiped out by 10 pm. you always end up making those makeshift beds with two chairs and a blanket for him so he can take a nap.

— “y el novio?” except now your family just teases you because they know wherever you are, matt’s right there with you.

— your dad loves telling him embarrassing stories about you from back when you were a kid. it’s so bad ugh.

— surprisingly, he’s actually a really good cook. he’ll secretly ask your mom for your favorite recipes and make them for you. you think it’s the cutest thing ever. (he’s not very precise with the spices but he’s getting there.)

— takes spanish lessons without telling you so when you hear him talk to one of your tíos in spanish you’re like ?????

— he can’t roll his r’s SORRY!! you tease him for it all the time, so does your family. he thinks it’s funny because you’ve tried to help him pronounce “carro” or “burrito” over a thousand times and he still can’t do it.

— when he’s not driving, he sits in one of those plastic chairs in the backyard and drinks ice cold beer with your tíos.

— i feel like he’d be terrible at alcohol management so he’d be drunk with around three beers. your tíos get along so well with drunk matt, trust.

— spanish pet names?? he’s all for it. (“cariño”, “corazón”, “querido”.)

— + right before hanging up a call, he goes “te amo.” it’s SOO cute you’re gushing ugh.

— he definitely can’t dance but he loves listening to spanish music. i feel like he’d be a huge romeo santos and ozuna fan. argue w the wall !!

— he was so confused when you told him to take a bite of his cake and then pushed his face onto it. chris and nick were rolling on the floor laughing (he ended up doing it to them as well.)

— he asks if you can get some tres leches for his birthday because he loves it LMAOO. your dad introduced him to tres leches and it’s all he thinks about on a daily basis.

— he’s tried learning the cumpleaños feliz song– and yeah, he knows half of it, but he hasn’t managed to learn it all LMAO.

— if you grew up somewhere else, he desperately wants to go to your hometown just to get to know you better. when you do, he does everything to indulge in your culture. (going to festivals, meeting the people you grew up with, etc.)

— he loves obleas and arroz con leche. he thought arroz con leche was hella odd at first glance but once you convinced him to try it he was addicted HELP??

— ^ your mom gave him some arroz con leche to take back home because of the amount he ate throughout the whole night.

— when your family facetimes you and you’re with him it’s always: “bueno, y la boda cuándo es?” and once they say hello to you, they ask about matt and end up talking to him over the phone for like an hour.

— when you yell at him in spanish he’ll just wait until you stop and then asks you what that meant because he genuinely wants to know. his head is all: “wtf does maldito mean????”

— trying traditional candy from wherever you’re from is sooo funny. he’d be so obsessed with dulce de leche and arroz con leche, but make that man try any sort of candy with coconut in it (cocadas perhaps) and he’s fucking throwing up.

— his personal youtube channel would be active as fuck, at this point it became a vlog for the two of you with videos like: “trying traditional snacks with my gf!”, “cooking competition with y/n (she won)”, “traveling with my girlfriend.”

— he loves how many photo albums your family has. he especially loves your quinceañera album LMFAOO. you think it’s hella embarrassing because you were literally fifteen but he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

— when you cook, matt always takes some food back home and his brothers end up eating it. he gets so pissed because he strictly tells them not to touch that and since they know you cooked it, they steal it LMAO.

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hyunfilms · 1 year

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blue side of the sky (lmh) | four.

♡ spotify playlist | series masterlist

—summary: waking up after 3 months with no recollection of your past, your friends do what they can to help you remember. except, they omit an important piece to the puzzle - afraid you would remember the heartbreak and hurt all over again.

—pairing: lee know x f. reader

—genre: (18+) exes to lovers, bestfriends to lovers au | fluff, angst, (eventual) smut

—word count: 5k

—chapter warning: minor cussing, flashbacks throughout chapter!, chef minho cooking up a storm (piece of cake), minho in his feelings and having some trouble with it, jj & minho big sibling dynamic, another new character!, this chapter is centered on minho and how he is struggling to find a balance with everything, underlying tone of distrust

Minho is at the café before the sun is up.

He's actually not sure how he's even awake and functioning right now being that he feels like he's severely behind on sleep. He's been barely getting any sleep, barely wanting to do anything, barely wanting to think— all because of the way things suddenly shifted after you woke up.

He pauses for a moment after he sprinkles the flour onto the countertop. You don't even remember he loved to cook. Bake. He loved being in the kitchen. Everyone knew that, especially you. You were his special little taste-tester, the one he wanted to impress the most.

All that, gone.

☁︎ FLASHBACK - THE SUMMER BEFORE FRESHMAN YEAR IN COLLEGE

"What're you up to now, babe? You've been glued to the kitchen for hours." You sit on a stool in front of Jisung's kitchen island, watching your boyfriend scramble from ingredient to ingredient on the countertop.

"Baby." He says, his back still facing towards you. "I'm trying to make the best tres leches cake you have ever tasted." He turns over his shoulder to smile at you. "That way, I can make your birthday cake and your uncle won't have to go out there to buy it."

"Wow." You giggle. "You're really gonna try and make it?"

"Correction: I'm going to make it, and I'm going to succeed at making it right." Jisung sits next to you on the free stool.

"What about me?"

"What about you?" Minho furrows his brows.

"I want you to bake my birthday cakes, too." Jisung pouts.

"You like cookie cakes from Mrs. Fields, and you refuse to eat anything else." Minho glares at him.

"So, make me your own fancy cookie cake." Jisung continues to whine, making you laugh.

"How about no?" Minho's sarcasm is through the roof.

"Why do you date him?" Jisung looks at you as if completely concerned.

"Pachi, if you really want a special cookie cake, I'll make you one." You chime in. Suddenly, the timer goes off and Minho is quick to swing the oven open to slide out the first tray he put in earlier. He slides in another tray before closing the oven once again, turning to his first batch on the countertop. You watch as Minho carefully looks through the recipe, meticulously following it down to the T to make sure it's everything and more for you.

"Okay. I think I got it, princess." He finally says after minutes pass. "Try this." He turns towards you with a small slice sitting prettily on a plate.

"Where's mine?"

"Shh, Y/N first." Minho shushes him as he pushes the plate towards you, laying the spoon next to your plate. He watches you closely, watches as you pick up the spoon and scoop a good amount onto it, watches as your eyes light up once the cake hits your tongue.

"Babe, oh my god?" You cover your mouth as you speak while still enjoying the cake. "This is so good?! Is that coffee I taste?"

"Yeah, I added my little twist to it." He smiles proudly, hands on his hips while he continues to watch you devour the slice. Jisung clears his throat next to you, staring at Minho as if to tell him that he's waiting for a slice. "Jeez." Minho squints before turning to prepare a hefty slice for Jisung. "Here. And you better say good things about this or else I'm kicking you out."

"This is my house?"

"Damn right, so you should know where the doors are." You laugh.

"Min, be nice. You two always fight like this for no reason."

"He's mean to me." Minho points at Jisung and Jisung is quick to shake his head to disagree.

"Why are you always putting the blame on me? You always—"

"Mkay, no. I'm not doing this." You chuckle as you hop off the stool to grab another slice and head to the living room couch, leaving the two to bicker [per usual] while you sit peacefully and eat away at your cake.

☁︎ END

He sighs as he wipes his hand on his apron and slides the last tray of chocolate croissants into the oven, starting his timer for 15 minutes.

"You're here early." JJ says as he hangs his coat up.

"Could say the same for you." Minho sighs. "Decided to bake a bit more today."

"You only bake a bit more when you're stressing about something." JJ chuckles a bit. "What's on your mind, dude?"

"Could ask you the same thing." Minho looks at him, causing JJ to roll his eyes.

"It was one of my early gym days."

"Nothing else?"

"No. Stop trying to turn this on me. What's going on with you, princess?"

"It's nothing." Minho says, avoiding eye contact and keeping his expression blank while stacking the clean dishes.

"Uh huh.." JJ says. "It's what Y/N said the other day, right?"

"What?" Minho furrows his brows and scoffs a bit. "No."

"You suck at lying. That's why we always got in trouble when we were younger. You could never hold up the lie and you'd break. Coulda saved us from a million ass-whoopings."

"Yeah right, whatever."

"Yeah, you know I'm right." JJ rests his hands on his hips. "That's what's bothering you, isn't it?"

"I guess it is that, then." Minho finally looks at him before shifting his attention to the trays now, making sure they're cleaned and stacked neatly. "I don't know why it makes me feel a certain way when she didn't remember that I baked. Or, that I liked to cook in general."

"Give the girl some time. This is hard for her too, you know? This isn't necessarily your fault—"

"Is it not? Because the night the accident happened, we got into a huge argument and I let her slip through my fingers." Minho stares at JJ before shaking his head, as if to shake off all the thoughts that came flooding in that one second. "I got mad at her even though I was in the wrong."

"Listen, I know I can't relate. I know this is hard for every single one of you. But, don't you think you guys need to be honest and tell her? Don't you think it'd hurt her more if she ever found out what happened between you two? This could probably help you, too. Since.. right now, I feel like the guilt is tripled because you're hiding the truth from her."

"Jisung thinks it's a good idea. He doesn't wanna hurt her."

"I know, but what do you think?"

"I don't wanna hurt her either. Not more than I already have." Minho admits.

"Are you going to be able to keep going day by day like this?" JJ sighs. "We don't ever wanna hurt the people we love, but in the end, we're only human. I think this will only do more damage." JJ suddenly hits him on the arm, causing Minho to glare at him.

"Ow, the fuck was that for?!"

"For being a dumbass." He points at him sternly. "That part is your fault and you need to own up to it."

"Didn't have to hit me." Minho rolls his eyes and rubs his arm. Soon enough, his chocolate croissants are done and he's setting them neatly amongst the other pastries near the register. He can't help but think JJ is right though; Minho feels his guilt much more now that him, Jisung, Chan and Seungmin are completely leaving out that part of your life. He feels the guilt tenfold because all of this—everything— happened because of you and him.

Because of what you two were, what you had become.

"By the way." Minho steps outside to start arranging the pastries. "What's up with your friend?"

"What friend, Minho?" JJ looks at him confusingly until he remembers San. "Oh, Choi San?"

"Yeah, him." Minho almost wants to say something outta pocket, but he won't. He doesn't even personally know San like that and he is JJ's friend— he can't be doing all of that and acting out. He still can't stand how charming and attractive the guy is though, especially now that you seem to have googly eyes for him.

"What about San?" Minho shoots him and look before shaking his head.

"Nevermind."

"When he was introducing himself to Y/N?" JJ helps him clean the front area.

"He was flirting with her."

"He was literally introducing himself." JJ pauses and looks at him, watching as he continues to avoid eye contact and move around the cash wrap area. "No, sir. I don't think you have a right to be asking questions and throwing out assumptions like that. You need to tell me what's really going on with Kat first."

"Nothing." JJ looks at him and shrugs.

"That's it?"

"I don't know what you want me to say." Minho gives off a small laugh, though he's a little annoyed hearing him ask about Kat. But JJ already knows, which is why he doesn't press on it more. Might not be the best time to talk about this, but he hates when Minho mopes around just because he decided to keep his feelings to himself.

"You're still keeping her around." Silence. "Yeah, thought so. Don't go asking about San. If Y/N wants to date again and finds him to be that person, then you shouldn't trip about it. You're also her bestfriend, so I think the best thing you can do is support her."

"You don't even know if she would even go that far. Just like you said, she needs time."

"Okay, Minho. Don't expect her to stay single forever, girl is gonna have to continue living life with or without you. Sorry 'bout it." JJ says before heading to the back, causing Minho to let out a hefty sigh and a small groan.

JJ's absolutely right.

And he hates that.

The morning is pretty typical, with the usual rush between 8-9AM before it slows down again. Minho has a bit of time to work on more desserts in between helping JJ at the front, mainly baking mini red velvet cakes for today’s special. He feels productive today, feels pretty satisfied that he can get his hands a lil more dirty.

"Need help?" He pops out from the back to check on JJ and Soobin, another friend and staff member who works on making the drinks with JJ's help.

"Not right now." Soobin says with a small smile as he pours the drink into a cup and hands it over to the waiting customer.

"Actually, just might." JJ says as he looks towards the opening door before shifting his attention back to Minho. "You should take care of these next customers." Minho cocks a brow up and watches you walk in, alongside of Jisung. It almost feels like those romantic, cute ass movies where everything is in slow-mo while the main character walks in. Technically, you are the main character in Minho's life— always has been despite everything. So, it makes sense; though, Minho partially hates that it kinda does because he's so conflicted. You look around the café in awe again before tugging on your bag strap and continuing your walk towards the cash register. The café suddenly feels 10 degrees hotter for Minho that he has to wipe his grubby hands on the apron hanging around his waist before stepping to the register.

"Hi." You smile at him and JJ, and Minho thinks you're the cutest thing in the world— so cute that he forgot to speak.

"Um, does the co-owner always forget to speak to his customers like that?" Jisung jokes, making JJ nudge him on the side. "Hello?" Jisung waves and furrows his brows.

"Uh-ow—" He quickly glares at JJ before returning his attention to you. "Sorry. Just wasn't expecting you two to pop in."

"We were around so we just decided to stop by. Y/N wanted to inquire about the pottery classes at the art shop down the street."

"Mm, so you called in sick, I see."

"Tried to tell him not to." You shrug with a small giggle. You actually look so excited, Minho notes. And you are, you really are. The past months have been overwhelming. Things are still overwhelming, but after heading into town, you feel like you finally have somewhat of a grip of reality. You feel like you could finally ease yourself back into society and take things one step at a time. And that starts now, with those art supplies, that class, arranging your own bouquets and getting back on the pottery wheel— it feels amazing to tap into your creative side again. It feels refreshing.

"Did you inquire, too?" Minho nods at Jisung.

"Hey, I might do a pottery class or two." JJ and Minho snort before nodding sarcastically.

"Right." JJ says, laughing a bit louder before helping Soobin with the rest of the drinks. "Who the hell in their right mind would let your dysfunctional ass join?"

"You guys are a dicks." You giggle at Jisung as he mutters and scans the menu. "I shouldn't be giving you guys my business."

"Then leave." Minho looks at you. "What can I get you though, Y/N?" He gives you a small, toothless smile.

"Can I just get a matcha latte please?" You fiddle with your fingers while Minho plugs in the order.

"Iced Americano—"

"There's another cafe down the street for you." Minho pretends to turn around before Jisung whines and apologizes, causing you to chuckle and make your way down to where the drinks are being served. You hear Jisung tell Minho that he's covering for both of your guys' drinks and that he'll gladly give their business more support, pleasing Minho with all his dramatic compliments just to get his iced americano [he's dying of thirst, apparently]. You look at the boy working hard on the drinks, giving him a soft smile when he looks over at you.

"Hi Y/N." He says with a toothless smile, deep dimple piercing his cheek.

"Hi." You look at his nametag. "Soobin?"

"That's me." He laughs a bit as he continues to pour the espresso into a cup of iced water. "Nice to see you again. It's been nice to see your face." He admits. He knows about everything going on, and even before the accident, he didn't see you for a long, long time. He hopes you're okay. And he hopes Minho and your friends know what they're doing. He knows they aren't trying to hurt you, and he knows they have good intentions.

He's just not sure about the execution.

"We knew each other before?" You tilt your head to the side and Soobin purses his lips together before nodding.

☁︎ FLASHBACK | COLLEGE, BEGINNING OF JUNIOR YEAR

You shake yourself out of your daydream when your phone vibrates on your desk, eyes darting to the professor up front to make sure he didn't hear anything [nor see you disconnecting from class].

minho: babe babe babe

minho: your fave ice cream truck is here, are you almost out of class?

Your eyes widen, checking the clock hanging above the door.

you: literally 5 minutes left. you know what to do! hold the truck! i need to get a feel for what i want once i get there!

minho: on it mi amor

You giggle, quickly packing up your things as soon as the professor tells your class the homework and calls it a day. You throw your backpack strap over a shoulder and rush out, seeing Jisung, Chan and Seungmin waiting for you outside of the building near the huge tree. Jisung is the first to catch sight of you, waving you over.

"Hurry up princess!" Jisung yells at you. "5 minutes too long!" He says, accompanied by a tap on his watchless wrist.

"Okay!" You yell back, beginning to run over and meet them across the lawn. Suddenly, you feel yourself crash into another body, causing them to drop most of their belongings to the ground. You gasp as you step aside, watching as the boy quickly [and shyly] crouches down to grab his things. "Oh my god, I am so, so sorry!" You say, crouching down to help him with this things.

"I-it's okay." He says.

"Here, please." You hand him the last of his things. "I'm so sorry, my favorite ice cream truck is here and I was rushing. I feel terrible." You slightly pout as you watch him stand to his full height, looking up at him as he purses his lips together and tugs on his bag strap. You do feel terrible; he seems so embarrassed and must feel so small, even though he physically towers you.

"It's okay, don't worry. Seriously. It's not a big deal—"

"What's your name?" You tilt your head. He's probably a freshman. Poor guy.

"Soobin."

"I'm Y/N." You smile at him.

"Cielo!" Jisung yells again. "Minho is gonna fucking rip my head off, hurry up!" You shush him and return your attention to Soobin.

"Are you a freshman?" He nods shyly. "Cute. Come, let me buy you some ice cream to make up for that."

"Oh, no. You really don't have to, I-I should go—" You chuckle and gently grab him by the arm to drag him over to your friends.

"Have you ever had ice cream from Rabbit, Rabbit Cream?" He shakes his head. "Then I insist. You have to taste it. It's delicious. My boyfriend is holding the truck for me." You say happily as you continue to bring him to your friends.

"Hard hit there earlier, you okay my guy? She's like a bull." Jisung asks Soobin as you approach your friends.

"Shut up, pachi." You glare at him. "This is Soobin. I'm buying him the best ice cream to make up for that collision earlier." Your friends greet him and continue to lead the way, finally bringing you to the truck alongside the main road of campus. Minho is asking the girl working the truck about recommendations, the different flavors and their ingredients, making you giggle as she patiently explains to him [even though he's very familiar with this truck].

"Oh finally, good god." You hear him exclaim before he thanks the worker. Your friends order first, giving you some time to decide on what you finally want.

"By the way, this is Soobin. I ran into him earlier and made him drop his stuff. I'm buying him some ice cream cause I feel terrible and he deserves it." Minho nods as if it's an ordinary thing before looking at Soobin.

"Nice. I'm Minho." He points at you. "Protector of this princess, ice cream truck holder—"

"Personal Chef Boyardee." You add just as you walk up to the girl and give her your orders.

"Personal Chef Boyardee." Minho repeats as he looks at Soobin with a tiny, toothless smile.

"Cool." Is all Soobin can reply with because he doesn't even understand what's going on right now. It's too much for him to process, but all he knows, is that you're incredibly nice. He sees the big sister potential in you, especially as he starts off his college career.

Minho, too

Your friends.

He also thinks you and Minho are adorable, and it's a great thing that he doesn't feel like he's third-wheeling or intruding.

"Soobin! Ice cream! It's delicious trust me. You can thank me for your obsession later." You giggle as you hand him his single scoop cup. "Try it! I can't wait to see your reaction!" You nod and egg him on, making him chuckle as he takes the spoon and digs into his ice cream.

For the first time in his life, he finds himself comfortable with strangers— and that's because of you.

☁︎ END

"Ya, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound weird."

"You didn't." You give him a small smile. "It's nice to see you again, too."

"How is your day so far?"

"Okay. I wanted to get info about those pottery classes at the art store."

"That's cool. Do you think you'll do them?" He finishes off your matcha with a little bit of cream and some caramel drizzle to top it off.

"Yeah, I think so. It sounds fun." You smile at him before Jisung loudly interrupts—

"Whattup my boy!"

"Hey." Soobin laughs a bit as he chuckles at Jisung and finishes his iced americano off. "Here you guys go."

"Thank you." You look at him and smile again. It's comforting.

"Thanks!"

"No problem. Enjoy." Jisung grabs your drinks and heads to a table, placing your drink down in front of your seat. He sits down and lets out a sigh, removing his hat momentarily just to ruffle his hair and put it back on. "So, do you think you'll do the classes, cielo?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Are you going to feel comfortable taking public transportation every time you have class or when you wanna pop in?"

"I'll be okay, Ji."

"Okay, well. Just let me know. I'm not always in the office remember?"

"Yeah. I will."

"So, I don't mean to pressure you or anything, but Yuna was asking if you were coming to the wedding?" Your eyes shoot up from your cup to Jisung. Yuna was Jisung's cousin, but she was also someone who you spent a lot of time with while growing up [alongside of Jisung]. Once Jisung opened up about her wedding coming up, he went into a little more detail about your relationship with Yuna and how she was pretty much the bigger sister you both always wanted. You faintly remember her name and her face in all the pictures Jisung has showed you; it triggers some type of feelings, but you aren't sure what.

It's clear Yuna meant something to you, too.

"Oh."

"No pressure." You shrug and nod.

"I'll come."

"Wait, really?"

"It sounds like it'll be a nice weekend away, plus. I'd wanna support Yuna." You say as if you're so sure of yourself when it's actually the complete opposite.

"You sure? You know she'd understand if you weren't ready to come, right?"

"I know. I want to, though."

"Oh! Okay." Jisung responds and tries to contain his excitement. It would be nice for you to be there, to see Yuna and his family again, to be out in the world.

No pressure.

But, it would be nice.

"It's in a few weeks right?"

"Yeah, that's why she needed to know." Jisung purses his lips together before they curve upwards into a small smile. "What are you gonna wear?"

"That's a really good question." You swirl your straw around. "I don't know. I'm sure I can find something in my closet.. old dresses tucked away somewhere."

"We can look for a dress if you can't find one." At this point, Minho is swinging by the table with a small plate in his hand.

"Okay." You look up at Minho and he simply places the plate down in front of you two. Two cookies—

"Chocolate chip with sea salt and white chocolate macadamia nut."

"You're so sweet." Jisung says with a pout and Minho furrows his brows. "You always know what I like." He reaches for the white macadamia nut, but Minho quickly turns the plate around so that he can't snatch that particular cookie.

"Hands off." He says before nodding towards you. "It goes better with Y/N's matcha latte." Is all he says before walking back to the counter. Your eyes are glued to him to see if you could give him a small thank you, but he doesn't turn back to the table.

"Really lucky I love both of you." Jisung mutters while you giggle and start to chomp away at the cookie. Suddenly, a new interruption makes its presence known when the door swings open and in walks Minho's recent nightmare: Choi San.

"Do you tell your friends to come by every day now?" Minho asks as he remembers JJ's other friend swing by yesterday.

"No! They are just loyal people who like to show their loyal support."

"JJ!" Minho subtly rolls his eyes as he rearranges the pastries to fill in empty gaps. He literally has no reason to be acting this way. None. Zero.

"Do you have to yell for me every single time?" JJ glares at him from across the counter, making San laugh. As he walks in, he spots you and Jisung sitting at a table off to the side and his smile grows.

"No way." He says, chuckling and making a detour to your table. "Hey Y/N, I really wasn't expecting to bump into you again so soon. Glad I decided to stop by."

"Hey." You blush, not even knowing why you feel so shy around San. You barely met the guy— you don't know anything about him besides the fact that he's absurdly handsome.

You could be reading this all wrong. Besides, when is the last time you dated? Not that its a priority. But, it is a good question.

You don't remember shit besides your elementary, puppy school type of 'love.'

Jisung must know, right?

"I.. hope I'm not intruding?" He glances at Jisung, while Jisung is mid-chew— cheeks puffed up and doe-eyed. Jisung has no idea what the hell is going on.

"Oh, no." You slightly furrow your brows when you look at Jisung, then back at San. "He's—This is my bestfriend, Jisung."

"Hi!" Jisung covers his mouth to greet him.

"San. Nice to meet you." San chuckles a bit. "Was really praying he wasn't your boyfriend, to be honest."

"Me? Lord, no. I'm, yeah. No." Jisung shivers a bit, making you giggle.

"What're you up to?" You ask him as you rest your chin on the palm on your hand. Minho subtly looks over his shoulder while rearranging the tea bags on the back counter. He's looking for anything to keep him busy right now, clearly.

"Just decided to drop in. I go to the boxing gym nearby so I pop in for a nice pick-me-up. Plus, to see JJ's face. What about you?"

"Oh, I just popped into the art store to ask about the pottery classes they're gonna be holding."

"Cute." San scratches at his temple. "Maybe we can hang out sometime? Before or after your pottery classes? I'd love to hear about them, too." Mind you, Jisung is literally still sitting here, chewing away at the rest of the cookie while scrolling through his social media.

"Oh yeah, I'd love that."

"Woah." JJ catches Minho accidentally rip the wrong tea box open when. "Slow down there, Hulk. What did I tell you?" Minho gives him a fake smile before shoving the extra tea bags into the container and walking into the back.

He knows JJ is right, he knows he shouldn't be mad. He shouldn't be one to talk. You deserved to be happy, no matter what that looked like.

But, he wasn't gonna stand there and watch you exchange phone numbers with San. He wasn't gonna stand there and watch you blush when San tells you he's gonna text you more when he gets settled at home. He wasn't gonna stand there and watch Jisung egg you on and push you to hang out with San. He wasn't gonna stand there and listen to Jisung push you out in the world. He knows Jisung wants you happy;

Minho wants you happy, too. You deserve it and then some.

But he's not gonna stand there and act like this shit doesn't fuck with him. Because it does, it hurts.

It sucks.

Later that night, Minho finishes up teaching his class and heads home, tired and exhausted out of his mind. He's actually not even sure how he got into the café so early and made it all the way through class.

Must have been the pent up frustration he had. Pent up frustration, annoyance— at everything.

He kicks his shoes off to the side and drags himself into the living room seeing Chan watching a show on the TV by himself. He's eating and fully immersed into his show that he's laughing by himself and making his own commentary. He barely notices Minho walk in until he tosses his keys onto the dining table.

"What's up?"

"Nothing, tired." Minho points to the TV. "Enjoying your show?"

"Very much." He laughs.

"Is Jisungie here?"

"Ya, cooped up in his room playing League or something."

"What about Seungmin?"

"Same. I think he might actually be asleep already though."

"I see." Minho waves him off. "Alright, gotta get myself cleaned up and head to bed too."

"Night!" Chan calls out just as he's walking up the steps. Minho lightly knocks on Jisung's door, poking his head in just enough to see Jisung lazily slouched on his gaming chair in front of his computer set up.

"Sup." Minho walks in and sets his bag aside before laying on Jisung's room floor.

"What are you doing?"

"Watching a gaming stream." Jisung adds his commentary for the stream in between. "How was class?"

"Tiring. What'd you do after you left the café?"

"Just went to the grocery store with Y/N before bringing her home."

"How was that?"

"Cool."

"How is she?" Jisung chuckles a bit.

"Is that what you really meant to ask? You can ask her, you know? You don't have to be that distant and weird about everything."

"Easy for you to say when we're lying about shit behind her back."

"It's not that.. I just.. it's too soon."

"Okay." Is all Minho replies with as he stares up at the ceiling. Is it too soon? What if it's too late?

"She wonders about you." Jisung says softly. "She can't believe you two used to be bestfriends, too."

"Sometimes, I can't either. A lot has happened over time."

"You miss being around her like before?"

"I don't know. I guess I do."

"What about Kat?" He's so sick of this question, but he honestly has no one else to blame but himself.

"It's just complicated, but we'll never be serious."

"I see."

"What's up with San? JJ's friend." Jisung shrugs.

"He wants to hang out with Y/N. I think it's good for her to branch out a bit."

"Hm." Minho hums.

"She seems like she's getting better day by day and I really don't wanna take that away from her by doing stupid shit or being too overprotective."

"I know."

"You care about her alot." Jisung looks at Minho. "I know you do, despite everything. She's special to you."

"Yeah."

"But please give her some time. That's all I ask. Just let her do what she needs to do. I just want her—"

"Happy." Minho finishes his sentence for him because he understands where Jisung's coming from, or else he wouldn't have agreed to all of this. He gets it, he does.

But he also understands that this is somehow a blow to him, almost like everyone is trying to throw it in his face that he cannot make you happy. He won't be able to.

It's impossible.

Then again, who else does he have to blame besides himself?

Jisung can only give Minho a small, pitiful, toothless smile before returning his attention the monitor. This is Minho's exit to leave and be in his own peace.

"Well, I'm gonna hop in the shower and call it a night."

"You don't wanna play Fifa?"

"I'm good, sorry dude. Maybe next time." Minho gathers his things and shuts Jisung's door— letting out a hefty sigh as he treks to his bedroom and gets ready to call it a night.

He cannot make you happy; he won't be able to.

It's impossible.

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@cassieopeiia said yes when i offered to repost my afro-dominican Jason Todd headcanons so they could finally have some accurate latino Jason content so here!!

Both sets of his grandparents were inmigrants who made sure to teach their kids their culture and Bruce,Talia and Alfred did research so he could still grow up in it after he was adopted so he's not disconnected from his culture like you'd expect

Is darkskinned with a big nose,full lips,green eyes and shoulder length black dreads with one of them being white from The Lazarus Pit.As Robin,he wore his hair short and natural(as in,his classic curls but even thicker)

Speaks spanish often enough that it's a consistent part of his speech patterns but dosen't have an accent since he's so good at both it and english

90s/2000s anime kid but specifically watched the episodes and read the mangas in latino spanish whenever he could(Definitely a merch collector too!!!Nothing weird though,i feel the need to say that,he just loves buying volumes and figures and replicas of weapons and plushies-The last one is a secret though)

Has his pre-reboot Robin characterization but got victim blamed and a bad rep anyway because of antiblackness and xenophobia

Bullying Tim for being a gringo is one of his favorote hobby's

Duke and him compare their similar yet different experiences with blackness and got along even quicker than canon thanks to it

Mentors Damian's team The All New Teen Titans and next to Damian,the member he's closest to is Nell

Takes great care of his hair and will sometimes wear red beads-He actually has a couple sets in different shades!!!

Says his favorite color is red because it represents blood on his country's flag and nobody can tell wether he's joking or not

Sometimes feels guilty for 'being a stereotype' due to the whole being born to poor parents who were also addicts and growing up to be a huge asshole with anger issues and a thirst for violence but rarely lets it get to him because he thinks he's the coolest mf to ever exist(but we all know he's actually a boyloser)

Aave user,with his favorite word from it being 'deadass'

And he makes the obvious 'Concha' jokes too for irony because he's demisexual and aceflux

Loves his country's cuisine-especially flan,it's tied with neapolitan as his favorite dessert!-but his favorite type of latino food is mexican!Tres leches cake and tacos and burritos and mexican hot chocolate and all that make his mouth water like Atlantis

Wears traditional festive clothes for special occasions and if he can't,he'll just refuse to go("I'm not going out in public in that!" "It's literally a tux???" "You call that a tux?It dosen't even have shoulder pads!Don't patronize me,Dickardo.")

Listens to bachata for nostalgia reasons and has some songs memorized but generally a female rappers/death metal bands/punk rock kinda guy

Black and latino memes connoiseur,both the classics and newer ones

Adores dominican folklore and uses it's horror mythos as inspo as Red Hood

Thinks 'showing affection means you aren't tough!' is gringo nonsense so he's pretty open about if he likes someone,be it platonic or romantic

Poc4Poc strictly and has a thing for black women

The only thing him and Kyle can agree on is that latinos are superior

Very autistic,with no masking game now or ever due to the norms he was raised in never giving him the chance to learn to.It got him bullied at school and things didn't get better into adulthood until we got to my Rhato rewrite and he got to make REAL friends i.e Reconnecting with Eddie and my self-insert Summer Kent(i got into DC through watching Utrh and starting to selfship with him),Robin-ing up Duke and vice versa and meeting Rose,Artemis,Kyle,Thad and a bunch of ocs by @moonage-gaydream @theautisticcentre @refrigeratedboombursts @mayameanderings and @insomniac-jay

Punkero Gótico(Goth Punk)who's a straightedge as trauma coping,seeks out latino/black run thrift stores,goes to basement shows and charity events and protests when he has free time and usually just asks around for them so he can know,wears dominican themed corpse makeup and is an agender transmasc who describes his gender as 'Mostly nonbinary but being a guy makes things funny as hell and Not That Kinda Girl by Mcr describes me pretty well')

His love for classical literatiure ofc includes latino authors and he played JuegosJuegos.com tons as a kid

Calls Talia Mamí,Damian 'Duende',Duke 'El Real'(Real=Spanish for Royal but also means the same thing it does in english so it's basically him saying 'You're so fucking real' like the slang)and Summer 'Strawberry Pop'(Jason has a thing for pink-coded black women specifically m'kay?)

His favorite Marvel character and lucky for him his Marvel Variant too is Miles Morales.He thinks it's Hobie Browm though(PLEASE He's so obsessed with his non-existent coolness and relatedly Duke's actual DC Variant is Duke 'El Real' Thomas)

And his books Variant is Percy Jackson.The only real differences are 1.Percy is transfem instead of transmasc and 2.Jason's arc is about him being a self-made tragedy and highkey bad person who works his ass off to redeem himself and only works when he's not getting coddling and Percy's is about how she's never done anything wrong in her entire life yet gets treated like shit anyway and deserves to be treated kindly for once no matter how strong she is

My fancast for him is Aubrey Joseph.Everything i've watched of him-Acting AND as himself-is literally just irl Jason Todd.There's no better fancast for him out there,we've found Red Hood y'all

If you call him any version of 'Papí' and you're not Talia or one of his kids:'Lights Out Bitch!!!!'

Canon bonus':His birthday is on Dominican Restoration day,at my villa we sell mini packets of neapolitan cream with little spoons at our schools,his Lego movie is called 'Family Matters' which is the name of an iconic black sitcom and Leon from Pokemon's VA voiced him in the Wfa dub!!!

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bitbybitwrites · 4 months

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Thanks to @forabeatofadrum and @onthewaytosomewhere for the tag!

Got a number of items I'm working on so here some bits for you: from a few WIP of mine.

1.) From the next chapter of Puppy Love (RWRB fic)

“Tia Nora is pretty fun,” Alex admitted. ”That’s why we’re best friends.” He sighed and stared up into the sky. “I know it’s tough Raf. Us being all the way in New York, so far from family and your other friends back in Texas.” “But Tia June is here. And I’m making friends, Papi,” Raf reassured him. “You are?” Raf nodded as he took a handful of snow and tossed it up in the air so it fluttered down on them both. “ There’s Milo and Becky and Thomas and Belle . .” “Wait, like the Disney princess?” “She told me she’s named after her grandmother. Isabelle, I think?” “Oh.” “Those are my new friends at school. Milo is nice. He has glasses. Becky shares her snack with me at lunch time. Her mom gives her CAKE.” Raf turned to look at his father with wide, amazed eyes. “CAKE, Papi.” Alex rolled his eyes. “I doubt its as good as Abuelita’s Tres Leches," he sniffed. “Well, duh . . “

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2.) From Falling For You (Klaine fic)

“Who is Carole?” Kurt smiled and grabbed his phone to open up to a picture of his Dad and his stepmother smiling and laughing with each other. It had been his father’s birthday and the two of them had cracked each other up with some silly joke or reference. Kurt quickly took a picture to freeze that moment in time. “This is Carole, “ Kurt said as he showed Tracy. “Dad met her when I was in high school. And they fell in love and got married. Now that doesn’t mean he forgot my mom or anything. He just had a lot of love in his heart - enough for both of them. Carole loves my Dad a whole lot. She loves me just as much too. She’s amazing.” He leaned in a bit closer to Tracy. “I’ll let you in on a secret. She also makes the best cookies. Remind me to make you some of her recipes some time.” “Like Christmas cookies?” “Exactly.” “Mr. Kurt?” “Yes, sweetheart?” “Can I meet Carole one day?” “I think we can arrange that.” Kurt said. “And maybe if we’re lucky, she may bring some cookies when she comes. “

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3.) From Sanctuary (Klaine fic)

It was a good handful of time before he got to his destination, having managed to successfully slip by a number of the palace guards in the process. Blaine was able to sneak just outside of the castle walls. He followed a well-worn path into the wood to a small cottage hidden just a few feet hidden in the trees. In the front yard, a young woman paused in her task of hanging her wet wash to dry. She stood, she groaned, rubbing the small of her back. As she did the swell of the growing babe in her belly protruded forward. She smiled to herself, caressing her abdomen, forming a beautiful picture even Blaine could appreciate: her soft blond hair escaping from her kerchief, brushing her brow. The young woman’s brown eyes danced as she spotted the princeling approaching. She dipped into as low of a curtsey as she could manage without tipping forward. “Your Royal Highness,” she said in a soft voice. “Good morrow. I was wondering when you would come by this day.” Blaine smiled sheepishly as he held aloft his offering from the head cook. “Mistress Fabray,“ he said proudly. “I come bearing gifts!”

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4.) Untitled Klaine Valentines 2024 Challenge fic

OK, am loving all the work I'm seeing from the folks doing the Klaine Valentines 2024 challenge set out by the @klaineccfanficlibrary

I got an idea for something, inspired by their first day song selection (Padam. by Kylie Minogue) so here's just a little bit from something I started . . The best way I could sum up this fic is this section of the story:

The young men from Dalton House weren’t just lookers. They were well versed in everything from English Literature to economics. They could hold their own in academic debates while also using those dexterous mouths and tongues to suck your brains out of your cock. Brains and beauty - and all of them looking for older (preferably more financially well off) “patrons.” Or so the rumors went.

So yeah, there's a bit of an age gap planned , Blaine in his mid-late 20s, Kurt in his mid-late 30s. and a bit of a Pretty Woman vibe to the story . . you know, hooker with a heart of gold type thing :)

And the selection from the fic so far:

“The auction.” Kurt’s mind puts two and two together. Elliot nods and motions towards the front of the ballroom. Up on the stage there were three large gilded cages, each with a young man, scantily clad within them. The boys were dancing as seductively as they could manage. The two on the far right and far left of the stage (one brunette, and one blonde) kept throwing worried glances to one another as Dalton House patrons gathered at their feet, appraising them. “The ones on either end . . . despite flouting the refusal clause, they were caught with each other in bed. Fraternizing with another student in contract is strictly forbidden.” Elliot said in a low voice. “Nick and Jeff were just stupid. I had warned them, but they weren’t careful.” Elliot shook his head. “And now I can’t protect them. They go to whoever is the highest bidder for them tonight, no matter what.” “And the boy in the center cage?” Kurt was hypnotized watching the young man sway his hips, his arms raised above his head, eyes closed to shut out the world around him. Dark curls fell gently over his brow - curls that looked so soft, Kurt realized he wanted to run his fingers through them. “Blaine?” Elliot sighed. “I don’t know why he signed with Dalton, to be honest. He just didn’t seem like the type, you know? But again, he refused one time too many for the administration’s liking. And now it’s come to bite him in the ass. He’s up for auction too.” “That’s . . . too bad . . “ Kurt murmured, still transfixed with watching Blaine. Kurt couldn’t explain it - it was like the blood was rushing to fill his ears. And all he could hear was his own loud heart beat in syncopation with the music in the room: Padam, padam Padam, padam Padam, padam

OK . . tagging folks ( jump in only if you want to!) : @hkvoyage, @kirakiwiwrites, @little-escapist, @myheartalivewrites, @wordsofhoneydew, @14carrotghoul @fallevs, @spaceorphan18, @gleefulpoppet, @madas-ahatters-world, @rockitmans

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softstargirl · 3 months

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Tuition with Mr. O’Hara! ✎ᝰ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

GN! Reader & Miguel O'Hara

Genre: Fluff, A Lil' Bit Of Angst & Comedy (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

TW: Swearing.

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This reel had me cracking up which just increased when I realised how much of a funny scenario this would be between Miguel and the grandchild (his child, he decreed) of the grandma who owns his favourite small corner store! (⁠个⁠_⁠个⁠)

Peace and Blessings to You, My Love! <3

“Carrots, tomatoes, onions, garlic, chillies, cu...” Miguel walked around the store, his cart rolling and stopping as he made a quick stop at the sweet section and then the snacks section, wondering if it would be worth it to indulge just this once in his delicious desire before shaking his head as he left the area. He rushed back to collect a box of cookies and maybe that box of tres leches cake as well.

The store was quiet; a few customers were scanning goods as others walked out, younger ones waving a bye and ‘See ya, Matt!’ then beating their chests with a clenched arm. The young man with a tussle of dreadlocks smiled eagerly and beat their chest as well, then waved. “See y'all at the game!”

Miguel was glad for the quiet atmosphere. His senses were more at peace and not as stimulated as they would be outside of it. The store was one of the few quiet havens he had access to in a city this active and a duty to its inhabitants so tasking.

Suddenly, the rough push of the store's door was brought to his attention, and the rushed footsteps of two into the storeroom made him stare at the direction they were headed. The elderly owner of the store, Donna, waved at him as she smiled before scowling when she turned to her grandchild. [Name], guilty, looked away from Miguel’s gaze, which questioned the situation that occurred for both to be upset.

“Grandma, I'm sorry.” He heard you plead, your voice breaking as you struggled to put together words to reassure her. “Do you not appreciate anything I do for you? I always have to defend your foolish behaviour. I’m tired of it.” She tiredly responded, stacking up small boxes to remove and arrange their goods at the store. You grabbed some boxes yourself, hearing a hum from her as she quickly glanced at you from the corner of her eye before walking out.

“Well, that's the last customer, Ms.Myres.” Matt said, twirling the closed sign at the shut door, then removing his green apron. “Thank you as always, Matt. Heading for the soccer game now?” She thanked him as he took the boxes out of her hand and knelt down to place the goods in their selected positions.

“I have thirty more minutes, Ms.Myers. It's gonna be great! The two teams have had a bit of rivalry, so the game’s going to determine who’s better! My team’s definitely winning!”

“Hmph. If he’s the one picking the winning team, they're definitely losing.” You said, smirking as you took one box from him and arranged it. Matt bit back a curse as Donna was in the room and instead glared at you. Your smirk dropped due to the stink eye your grandmother drew at you, and you turned back to your task. “At least I make the right choices, unlike some people.”

“You want to say that again?” You scoffed and turned to him with a glare. Frustration built up in you as you watched him ignore you. “Of course it's like you to say something stupid, then shut up. Prick.” You whispered the insult and stood up.

“That wasn't a very nice thing to say, [Name].” The rattle of the back door’s ornaments brought your attention to Miguel, who’s hands were littered with dust and guided himself to the sink at the corner. “Your security system’s fixed, Donna. It just needed some new wires.”

“Thank you, Miguel. You're so kind. Feel free to treat yourself to whatever.” Donna said, discreetly showing him the pieces of tres leches cake she reserved for him and a cup of tea.

“I was just helping out, Donna. No need to give me anything.” Miguel responded and uttered a ‘thank you’ before placing a piece in his mouth.

“Matt shouldn't say such things, then.” You responded, glaring at Matt as you wiped the countertop. Matt rolled his eyes as he discarded the trash from the bin. “Then maybe you should act your age. You're not a lil' kid anymore.”

“He’s so stupid.” You said, watching Matt disappear to the back of the store and rolled your eyes at the stern look Miguel had. “Your ears must be pretty good for you to have heard me.”

“They are.” He smiled and chuckled when you rolled your eyes. “What trouble did you get into today?” Miguel asked. A frown adorns itself on your face. You looked away from him and moved your eyes to your grandmother, silently pleading that she wouldn't talk about it.

“They failed a math test. What bothers me was not that they failed it, but rather their answers when I looked at the paper. Quite dumb, if you ask me.” Your grandmother sternly looked at you as you looked away, bothered.

“They weren't that bad, Grandma.” You tried to defend yourself but froze when your paper was handed over to Miguel.

You knew that your grandmother considered Miguel her son, as she bonded with him when he was a child, and she was friends with Conchata, and the woman trusted her to babysit him and his brother. Miguel also worked in the store for a bit. They were practically family at this point.

“I quit. Imma learn how to cook instead.” You cringed as you heard Miguel’s deep voice repeat, the tone suggesting that he had a lot to say about your paper as well.

You heard a chuckle and turned to Matt, who struggled not to smile, failing miserably when he saw your glare admist your embarrassment. “Guess, I'm done for the day, Ms. Myres. I'll be on my way now. See you tomorrow!” “See you tomorrow, Matt! Good luck! I hope your team wins!” “I hope so too, Ms. Myres!”

“You’re in so much trouble.” Matt mouthed at you and smirked, then left. Your hand gripped the door handle, ready to chase after him, before Miguel stopped you. “Cariño, ven aquí.” "Darling, come here.” He motioned to you, and you perked at him from the corner of your eye. His look was stern, and his eyebrows hightened at your hesitation. You loudly sighed in exasperation, then headed up to him.

“I didn't raise you to make such noises, [Name]!”

“Sorry, Grandma”. You said and held back a tut. Now, in front of the man, the cola that was displayed next to you looked a lot more interesting than you found it before.

“Look at me, Cariño.” You shyly turned your head towards him. “Did you prepare for this test?” You kept quiet, trying to not look away. “I’ve asked you a question.” He said, his heart breaking at the desperate look on your features, but stayed stern.

“N-not really. No.” You said and quickly wiped away a stray tear that fell onto your cheek. Tears threatened to increase when you saw your grandma’s sadness on her face when she looked at you, her shoulders slumped in disappointment.

“Why?” He asked, looking through each answer you gave out. “Your answers really show that you don't care about your grades. Academics, really.”

“Umm...” You took a sharp breath. The atmosphere was so tense. You knew that anything you said might stir the conversation in a terrible direction.

“I'm just not really good at processing things.” You whispered at the end, looking away as your embarrassment increased.

“Not telling anyone about your struggles and not asking for help isn't going to help you.” Miguel responded, disappointment curling his brow. “Isn’t Matt your classmate? Maybe you could have ask- Nevermind.” He sighed as he caught onto the way your face scrunched at the mention of Matt. “If you continue like this, you’ll end up struggling a lot in the future.”

“I know.” You responded, and lowered your eyes to the ground. “[Name].” “I’m sorry.” You apologised for looking away.

“If you want, I can tutor you.” Miguel said after a moment, with a soft smile on his expression. “...What?” You responded, eyes wide at his suggestion. “You would?” You asked, in disbelief.

“Would you? Don't you already have a lot on your plate?” Your grandmother asked and walked up to the both of you with a look of worry on her face.

“I'd be glad to. With your permission, of course.” “Yes! Thank you so much, Miguel!” Your grandmother hugged him while you processed the new task you had in hand.

“Thank you, Miguel.” You said after a moment, with a soft smile on your face. “I should have just admitted it.” You shook your head and chuckled when you heard him chuckle. “At least you know better now.”

“Yup.”

“Matt’s gonna love this.”

I ship Matt & [Name]! <3 ✧⁠\⁠(⁠>▽<⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠✧ They're so cute! ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡

Yes!!! <3 ⊂⁠(⁠(⁠・⁠▽⁠・⁠)⁠)⁠⊃ (⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠つ⁠⊂⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)

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ratsoh-writes · 1 year

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UPDATED FAVORITE'S LIST

**Favorites list**

Favorite color:

Favorite food:

Favorite item/gift:

Hobbies:

Favorite flower:

Favorite music:

Best friend(s):

Sans

Favorite color: sky blue

Favorite food: Hotdogs and monster energy drinks

Favorite item/gift: He loves getting gag gifts like buzz rings or whoopie cushions but also loves any sort of science pun t-shirt!

Hobbies: astromony, puns and riddles, the wordcross, stargazing, videogames (sometimes), pranks, instrumental music, playing his trumpet

Favorite flower: echo flowers

Favorite music: jazz and instrumentals

Best friend(s): lens pluto G oak

Papyrus

Favorite color: Cherry red

Favorite food: spaghetti and garlic bread!

Favorite item/gift: hotwheels are one of his favorite things to get, but he also likes collectibles of his favorite metal bands or comic book heroes!

Hobbies: hotwheels, Marvel, DC, any superhero really, fencing, jogging, DIY, puzzles, escape rooms

Favorite flower: sunflowers

Favorite music: heavy metal and screamo

Best friend(s): star Jupiter lilac willow

Star

Favorite color: mustard yellow

Favorite food: tacos, cinnamon rolls and tuna fish sandwiches

Favorite item/gift: he'll treasure anything a friend gets him cause he's just like that, but he LOVES really cringy pun tshirts. the ones that make his brother gag. star also likes getting bright and goofy tights or socks.

Hobbies: sparring, jogging, volleyball, training dogs, trampoline parks, raves, sketching (on the down low)

Favorite flower: bluebells

Favorite music: rave

Best friend(s): lilac jupiter papyrus sparks

Honey

Favorite color: brick red

Favorite food: also cinnamon rolls, and mozzarella sticks

Favorite item/gift: he loves receiving any sort of figurine or trinket related to his latest obsession. honey is real nerdy, so cater to that and you're good! also nice kitchen supplies

Hobbies: learning new languages, romance novels, Spanish and Korean soap operas, Nintendo video games, baking, dungeons and dragons

Favorite flower: lilac

Favorite music: video game soundtracks

Best friend(s): salt basil rust

Red

Favorite color: pastel yellow

Favorite food: hamburgers and barbeque

Favorite item/gift: star trek junk. nuff said

Hobbies: STAR TREK, fishing, trying new drinks, window shopping and taking apart and fixing up cars

Favorite flower: iris

Favorite music: country and alternative

Best friend(s): oak orion rust

Edge

Favorite color: silver

Favorite food: lasagna and red wine

Favorite item/gift: he actually collects novelty pens and has a stationary addiction so anything like that is good

Hobbies: collecting pens, NASCAR, debate club, fencing, trying new French and Italian recipes, playing with his cat doomfanger, visiting animal shelters

Favorite flower: red roses

Favorite music: country and alternative

Best friend(s): rhythm sugar noir

Mal

Favorite color: silver and gold

Favorite food: burritos and tres leches cake

Favorite item/gift: he loves receiving pretty polished stones or interesting shells and beads he can add to his jewelry

Hobbies: making jewelry, watercolor, gossiping, playing piano, knife throwing, clothes shopping

Favorite flower: yellow carnations

Favorite music: rap and piano covers

Best friend(s): wine lord

Cash

Favorite color: neon orange

Favorite food: super spicy pizza

Favorite item/gift: gag gifts like glitter bombs, hideous clothing or hot sauce

Hobbies: collecting concerning amounts of salsas that could kill a child, pranks, parkour, money and budget managing, urban exploring

Favorite flower: thistle

Favorite music: musicals

Best friend(s): bruiser cricket coffee

Oak

Favorite color: grass green

Favorite food: really big sandwiches

Favorite item/gift: just get him snacks and he'll love you forever. or notebooks.

Hobbies: taking care of his chickens, baking, fishing, nature walks, naps (lol), playing his trumpet

Favorite flower: echo flowers

Favorite music: jazz and instrumentals

Best friend(s): sans red rust basil

Willow

Favorite color: tan or cream

Favorite food: fresh bread of course. he likes savory rolls best like mozzarella basil bread

Favorite item/gift: craft supplies! willow burns through those like no ones business

Hobbies: anything crafty; sewing, knitting, beading, clay etc.. he also plays the ukulele and loves baking of course.

Favorite flower: sunflowers

Favorite music: heavy metal and screamo

Best friend(s): noir papyrus papaya basil

Charm

Favorite color: black

Favorite food: chocolate cake and shrimp cocktails

Favorite item/gift: goofy cake toppers and eyeshadow palates

Hobbies: he loves makeup, cake decorating, hanging out with his niece, clubbing, drinking contests, pranks, gymnastics and biochemistry

Favorite flower: pink pam pams

Favorite music: Eurodance

Best friend(s): butch, sparks, salt taffy pudding

Sugar

Favorite color: pastel pink and purple

Favorite food: red velvet and strawberry cake, strawberries, smoothies

Favorite item/gift: LACE, hes always running out of it when hes making new styles of dresses. also flowers

Hobbies: flower arrangements, dress making, sewing, romance novels, making smoothies, dancing, clubbing

Favorite flower: pink and white roses

Favorite music: swing

Best friend(s): rhythm pepper salt pudding taffy

Lord

Favorite color: royal blue

Favorite food: veggie platters and carrot soup

Favorite item/gift: old history books and lawn ornaments

Hobbies: hes a total history nerd but likes ww1 and ww2 best, gardening, weightlifting, used book stores, gossiping, cleaning (no really)

Favorite flower: jasmine

Favorite music: blues

Best friend(s): wine mal

Mutt

Favorite color: olive green

Favorite food: veggie wraps and coffee

Favorite item/gift: general animal supplies (bedding, canned food, etc..),

Hobbies: rehabilitating animals, writing novels, late night walks, bar fights (lol), boxing, stargazing

Favorite flower: dahlia

Favorite music: jazz and rap

Best friend(s): peaches coffee

Wine

Favorite color: gold

Favorite food: KFC, almond or cherry ice cream, champagne

Favorite item/gift: getting vintage candles is always a good bet. he likes conspiracy books too

Hobbies: conspiracy theories, history channel, collecting vintage brooches, gossiping, bribery and blackmail, teaching high school age kids, clothes shopping, snooping

Favorite flower: white peony

Favorite music: classical

Best friend(s): mal lord harpy

Coffee

Favorite color: peach

Favorite food: cookie themed ice cream, pumpkin spice lattes

Favorite item/gift: any sort of art supplies. he burns through them too fast

Hobbies: ART. he does it all, painting, charcoals, markers, digital. he also does a bit of woodworking and sewing too. loves worldbuilding games

Favorite flower: pink peony

Favorite music: video game soundtracks

Best friend(s): mutt slim

Pop

Favorite color: periwinkle

Favorite food: fruit! fruit popsicles specifically. also honeycomb

Favorite item/gift: fruit and good shoes

Hobbies: urban exploring, breakdancing, soap making, collecting cool stuff he found outside, being a vent goblin, breaking the laws of physics

Favorite flower: daisy

Favorite music: hip hop

Best friend(s): pluto tempo stitches

Rhythm

Favorite color: powder blue

Favorite food: waffles with fruit piled on top. pineapple

Favorite item/gift: cute shoes and scarves

Hobbies: dancing of course! he can do almost every style. raves, meeting new people, music concerts

Favorite flower: periwinkle

Favorite music: hip hop and salsa

Best friend(s): edge sugar vibrato crow

Pluto

Favorite color: royal purple

Favorite food: burritos and hot chocolate

Favorite item/gift: rocks, fossils, crystals fluffy blankets

Hobbies: archeology, geology, astronomy, robotics, inventing new appliances, Disney movies

Favorite flower: allium

Favorite music: soothing asmr

Best friend(s): pop sans G lens

Jupiter

Favorite color: royal purple

Favorite food: pancakes and protein shakes

Favorite item/gift: sunglasses and sports equipment

Hobbies: most sports in general but the favorites are rugby swimming and shotput. weightlifting hiking bench pressing people, card games

Favorite flower: clover

Favorite music: dance pop and indie

Best friend(s): papyrus lilac star

Favorite color: mustard yellow

Favorite food: energy drinks and chicken nuggets

Favorite item/gift: he can be pretty hard to gift as he has very specific tastes, but he does collect old records

Hobbies: collecting music records, working on his bike, biology studies, first person shooter games,

Favorite flower: aster

Favorite music: rap

Best friend(s): sans lens pluto orion atlas

Green

Favorite color: white

Favorite food: chai tea, fancy biscuits

Favorite item/gift: tea packets or cute succulents!

Hobbies: anatomy, his potted succulents, calligraphy, opera, playing piano

Favorite flower: aster

Favorite music: classical

Best friend(s): boss ace

Peaches

Favorite color: apple red

Favorite food: pie!!!!

Favorite item/gift: pie lol, or any homemade food

Hobbies: tending his orchid, cooking, wrestling, photography, bird watching

Favorite flower: apple blossom

Favorite music: country

Best friend(s): mutt cider ram quill gears compass

Rancher

Favorite color: Jean blue

Favorite food: eggs!

Favorite item/gift: good sturdy jeans and ammunition

Hobbies: hunting, tending his animals, wrestling, cooking, cliff jumping

Favorite flower: peach blossom

Favorite music: country

Best friend(s): barley ram pitch maple gears compass

Snipe

Favorite color: heather grey

Favorite food: hamburgers coffee and tamales

Favorite item/gift: exotic plants, cigarettes and ammunition

Hobbies: shooting, collecting vintage guns, gardening, naps (lol), pranks

Favorite flower: white lilies

Favorite music: mariachi

Best friend(s): charm

Bruiser

Favorite color: electric blue

Favorite food: tiramisu, pho

Favorite item/gift: running shoes and suspenders

Hobbies: collecting suspenders, running, parkour, pranks, reverse robbing criminals, street fights, basketball

Favorite flower: petunia

Favorite music: electric swing

Best friend(s): cricket cash G atlas

Butch

Favorite color: black

Favorite food: cheesy fries, barbeque, vodka

Favorite item/gift: nice alcohol and scrap metal

Hobbies: blacksmithing, street fights, wrestling, kickboxing, weightlifting

Favorite flower: daffodils

Favorite music: indie rock

Best friend(s): charm

Boss

Favorite color: navy blue

Favorite food: fancy teas and cheeses

Favorite item/gift: fancy cheese, chains and gloves

Hobbies: fencing, tea making, sewing, sparring, opera, shopping

Favorite flower: black lilies

Favorite music: classic rock

Best friend(s): green captain

Ace

Favorite color: seashell pink

Favorite food: milkshakes and nachos

Favorite item/gift: any makeup item or colored contacts

Hobbies: makeup and disguises, detective work, poisons, gossiping, pranks, escape rooms

Favorite flower: wisteria

Favorite music: alternative and indie

Best friend(s): green

Slim

Favorite color: neon yellow

Favorite food: French fries and tacos

Favorite item/gift: anime figurines, new video games, or stickers

Hobbies: anime and manga, coding, any sort of videogame, spyware, trap and techno music

Favorite flower: cockscomb

Favorite music: techno and game soundtracks

Best friend(s): coffee

Rust

Favorite color: pastel yellow

Favorite food: bbq ribs

Favorite item/gift: large wood pieces and star trek stuff

Hobbies: star trek, woodworking fishing, crafts with his kiddos, secretly feeding the wild deer behind basils back

Favorite flower: iris

Favorite music: country and alternative

Best friend(s): red oak basil

Noir

Favorite color: dark brown

Favorite food: angel hair pasta

Favorite item/gift: interestingly shaped pasta, old books, yoga mats

Hobbies: yoga, reading (everything) oil painting, cooking, gossip

Favorite flower: red roses

Favorite music: country and alternative

Best friend(s): willow edge basil papaya

Lilac

Favorite color: electric blue

Favorite food: cinnamon rolls and egg salad sandwiches

Favorite item/gift: shorts, frisbees and candies

Hobbies: ultimate frisbee, swimming, yoga, trying new drinks, jogging, sketching

Favorite flower: bluebells

Favorite music: dance pop

Best friend(s): star Jupiter papyrus

Basil

Favorite color: mint

Favorite food: also cinnamon rolls and baby tomatoes

Favorite item/gift: vegetable seeds for his garden and new manga

Hobbies: reading manga and romance novels, baking, his garden, shooting the wild deer that eat his tomatoes in the bum with his bb gun

Favorite flower: lilac

Favorite music: kpop

Best friend(s): willow honey noir papaya, tinker

Gears

Favorite color: emerald green

Favorite food: stuffed mushrooms and anything with soy sauce

Favorite item/gift: pillows, shiny baubles like beads and cute planters!

Hobbies: urban exploring, dating sims, hiking, whittling

Favorite flower: buttercup

Favorite music: folk and indie

Best friend(s): quill peaches rancher stitches

Compass

Favorite color: cinnamon

Favorite food: fish and chips, sometimes pringles

Favorite item/gift: molding clay, acrylic paints, glazes and acessories for his iguanas

Hobbies: hiking, pottery, horseback riding, dance video games, wrestling

Favorite flower: hyacinth

Favorite music: folk and country

Best friend(s): rancher alden peaches

Sparks

Favorite color: aquamarine

Favorite food: slurpees or freezes, kettle corn

Favorite item/gift: movie posters and scripts, colorful leggings, goofy sunglasses

Hobbies: acting, raves, techo and electric swing music, parkour, gymnastics,

Favorite flower: bird of paradise

Favorite music: electric and rave

Best friend(s): star charm sugar lush

Salt

Favorite color: blush pink

Favorite food: honeybuns and ladyfingers

Favorite item/gift: makeup palates, candies, soft hoodies

Hobbies: makeup art, shopping, romance novels, comedian shows, drink mixing

Favorite flower: honeysuckle

Favorite music: grunge

Best friend(s): honey charm pepper sugar

Lush

Favorite color: velvet red

Favorite food: sweet and sour chicken

Favorite item/gift: anything homemade or sentimental, he's hard to buy for

Hobbies: boxing, boat rides, music concerts, budgeting

Favorite flower: orchids

Favorite music: hard rock

Best friend(s): sparks ollivander

Pepper

Favorite color: white

Favorite food: spicy sushi and ginger

Favorite item/gift: custom jewelry, gloves, heels, and homemade food

Hobbies: fashion, hairstyling, nail art, swordplay

Favorite flower: veronica

Favorite music: pop

Best friend(s): sugar ollivander edge taffy pudding

Orion

Favorite color: black

Favorite food: captain crunch and fruit loops

Favorite item/gift: art books, baseballs, accessories for his pet snake

Hobbies: tattoo art, sketching, baseball, deinking contests, costume parties

Favorite flower: pansy

Favorite music: any type of rock

Best friend(s): red G

Atlas

Favorite color: ruby red

Favorite food: red wine and risotto

Favorite item/gift: sudoku books, model airplanes, star wars collectables

Hobbies: star wars, mathematics, putting together model kits, parkour,

Favorite flower: snowdrop

Favorite music: classical and screamo

Best friend(s): G bruiser

Cider

Favorite color: wine purple

Favorite food: grapes and wine

Favorite item/gift: strategy board games, country music cds

Hobbies: country music, axe throwing, tending his quails, board games, jet skis

Favorite flower: tiger lily

Favorite music: country

Best friend(s): peaches ram moose harpy

Barley

Favorite color: bright orange

Favorite food: beer and apple cider

Favorite item/gift: DnD accessories, guitar picks

Hobbies: playing the guitar and violin, singing, song writing, drink mixing, DnD

Favorite flower: violet

Favorite music: pop and pop rock

Best friend(s): rancher roost maple sails

Ram

Favorite color: green

Favorite food: meat pies and beer

Favorite item/gift: blankets, pocket knives

Hobbies: dirt bikes, hunting and trapping, pranks, guns

Favorite flower: dandelion

Favorite music: country

Best friend(s): peaches rancher cider moose

Pitch

Favorite color: cream

Favorite food: cheese and crackers

Favorite item/gift: BOOKS

Hobbies: READING, animals, horseback riding, hiking, dirt bikes

Favorite flower: daisy

Favorite music: country and swing

Best friend(s): rancher maple

Moose

Favorite color: blueberry blue

Favorite food: blackberries and trout

Favorite item/gift: notebooks, vegetable seeds, good shoes

Hobbies: writing short stories, mythology, tending animals, gardening, hiking, his radio

Favorite flower: forget me nots

Favorite music: soft rock and country

Best friend(s): fisher peaches roost ram partner

Maple

Favorite color: new wood brown

Favorite food: huckleberry cobbler and wild strawberries

Favorite item/gift: good wood for carving, power tools, whittling knives

Hobbies: carpentry, monopoly and other board games, hiking, war movies

Favorite flower: forget me nots

Favorite music: soft rock

Best friend(s): pitch sails rancher barley roost rowdy

Fisher

Favorite color: royal purple

Favorite food: crab, lobster, crawfish

Favorite item/gift: tarot card decks and pretty hippie acessories

Hobbies: fishing, stargazing, astronomy, Astrology, tarot cards, palm reading and fortune telling.

Favorite flower: bird of paradise

Favorite music: indie

Best friend(s): hook sails moose finn

Jasper

Favorite color: neon green

Favorite food: energy drinks

Favorite item/gift: touristy gifts, travel books, paintball ammunition

Hobbies: rollercoasters, amusement parks, paintball, fishing, distance swimming

Favorite flower: zinna

Favorite music: pop and dance pop

Best friend(s): sails finn maple

Finn

Favorite color: orange

Favorite food: lemonade and lemon sweets

Favorite item/gift: lemon candies, frisbees

Hobbies: horror books, playing frisbee, whittling, swimming, surfing

Favorite flower: sweet peas

Favorite music: hula and instrumental

Best friend(s): jasper, fisher, mango hook

Sails

Favorite color: sage green

Favorite food: orange juice and orange sweets

Favorite item/gift: essential oils, pretty beads, twine, weed

Hobbies: jewelry making, weed, sunbathing, his pet dog, making perfumes and incense

Favorite flower: pink cats

Favorite music: dubstep

Best friend(s): jasper fisher maple

Hook

Favorite color: copper

Favorite food: anything coconut

Favorite item/gift: renaissance books and art, coconut flavored candies

Hobbies: art from the renaissance and history, boxing, diving, surfing, knife throwing, astronomy

Favorite flower: cherry blossoms

Favorite music: shanty

Best friend(s): fisher, finn, roost silex

Captain

Favorite color: ocean blue

Favorite food: wine, hot chocolate and fancy pasta

Favorite item/gift: leather, wax seals, feather pens

Hobbies: mapmaking, calligraphy, diving, wrestling, knife throwing, collecting wax stamp seals

Favorite flower: yellow roses

Favorite music: shanty and folk

Best friend(s): boss, hook silex

Lens

Favorite color: grass green

Favorite food: potato chips

Favorite item/gift: animal slippers, blown glass trinkets

Hobbies: collecting blown glass art, chemistry and physics, bugs, watercolor

Favorite flowers: hyacinth

Favorite music: folk and indie

Best friend(s): sans Pluto G

Cricket

Favorite color: neon purple

Favorite food: macaroons

Favorite item/gift: macaroons and spray paint cans

Hobbies: basketball, spray paint, fixing cars, fighting, parkour, sculpting

Favorite flower: petunias

Favorite music: soft rock or orchestra

Best friend(s): bruiser cash

Quill

Favorite color: pastel purple

Favorite food: corn on the cob and corn bread

Favorite item/gift: stuffed animals, card decks

Hobbies: playing his violin, arcade claw games, gacha games, card games, fantsy novels

Favorite flower: fairy roses

Favorite music: kpop

Best friend(s): gears peaches harpy

Crow

Favorite color: silver

Favorite food: mixed nuts

Favorite item/gift: trail mixes, stationary

Hobbies: collecting cute stationary, archery, playing darts and pool. reality tv shows

Favorite flower: lotus flower

Favorite music: electronica

Best friend(s): vibrato tempo rhythm

Tempo

Favorite color: royal purple

Favorite food: sour gummy worms

Favorite item/gift: shiny keychains and meme tshirts

Hobbies: music in any form, song writing and composing, instruments, painting, VR games, his pet ferret

Favorite flower: cactus blooms

Favorite music: all of it, but especially movie soundtracks and orchestra

Best friend(s): pop rhythm crow stitches

Vibrato

Favorite color: hot pink

Favorite food: strawberry cake.

Favorite item/gift: feather boas, glitter

Hobbies: singing, karaoke, being with friends, playing instruments, drink mixing, watching sparring matches

Favorite flower: hot pink tulips

Favorite music: all of it, but especially pop rock

Best friend(s): mango, crow, rhythm, stitches

Helios

Favorite color: moon blue

Favorite food: sour straws and warhead candies

Favorite item/gift: snail supplies, dbz merch

Hobbies: dragon ball z, combat, raising snails

Favorite flower: moondrops

Favorite music: heavy metal

Best friend(s): artemis

Artemis

Favorite color: sun yellow

Favorite food: herby chicken breast

Favorite item/gift: fantasy novels, snail jewelry

Hobbies: raising snails and plants, reading

Favorite flower: sunflowers

Favorite music: heavy metal

Best friend(s): Helios

Roost

Favorite color: earthy cool brown

Favorite food: paella

Favorite item/gift: cheese, flowers wine

Hobbies: floral arrangements, hunting flirting, soccer

Favorite flower: morning glories

Favorite music: country

Best friend(s): arwin, barley hook, hilda, shield partner

Harpy

Favorite color: wine purple

Favorite food: pita bread and wine

Favorite item/gift: old weapons, fine wine

Hobbies: wine tasting, shopping, combat

Favorite flower: ivy

Favorite music: jazz

Best friend(s): barin, cider, quill wine

Mango

Favorite color: fire red

Favorite food: shrimp cocktails and ginger beer

Favorite item/gift: nail accessories and fishing equipment

Hobbies: zumba, fishing, swimming, raising koi fish

Favorite flower: hibiscus

Favorite music: techno and rave

Best friend(s): finn vibrato

Papaya

Favorite color: turquoise

Favorite food: haystacks and tropical fruit

Favorite item/gift: bowling shoes, bath acessories

Hobbies: bowling shopping swimming

Favorite flower: orange poppies

Favorite music: folk

Best friend(s): willow noir basil

Alden

Favorite color: gold and purple

Favorite food: watercress sandwiches and sparkling wine

Favorite item/gift: crystals, card decks

Hobbies: sculpting, playing the harp, comedy shows

Favorite flower: gold roses

Favorite music: opera

Best friend(s): Tempo, compass, pepper

Ollivander

Favorite color: emerald green

Favorite food: puff pastries and croissants

Favorite item/gift: tapestries and robes, batman

Hobbies: collecting art and antiques, DC comics and movies

Favorite flower: moon drops

Favorite music: opera

Best friend(s): pepper, lush, wine

Barin

Favorite color: gold

Favorite food: boar meat and mead

Favorite item/gift: musicians, beer, telescopes

Hobbies: All of it

Favorite flower: dandelions

Favorite music: classic rock and country

Best friend(s): moose, maple, harpy

Arwin

Favorite color: sky blue

Favorite food: honeycomb and ale

Favorite item/gift: murder mystery books, honey treats

Hobbies: dancing, partying, true crime

Favorite flower: honeysuckle

Favorite music: rave, techno, dance pop

Best friend(s): roost maple barley

Sir

Favorite color: crimson

Favorite food: all of it

Favorite item/gift: fine china sets, feather pens

Hobbies: calligraphy dancing boxing hosting

Favorite flower: dark red roses

Favorite music: grunge

Best friend(s): butler charm

Weasel

Favorite color: orange

Favorite food: napoleon ice cream

Favorite item/gift: scrap glass and sea glass, old porcelain dolls, comic books

Hobbies: making sun catchers, gossiping, card tricks, soap operas

Favorite flower: daisies

Favorite music: punk and country

Best friend(s): pesto flambe gold

Butler

Favorite color: cream

Favorite food: wine and cheesecake

Favorite item/gift: floral fabric, vintage guns, wine

Hobbies: rock concerts, shooting range, making floral arrangements

Favorite flower: lavender

Favorite music: punk rock

Best friend(s): sir wine

Gold

Favorite color: black

Favorite food: fried tomatoes and cream cheese frosting

Favorite item/gift: icing pipes, collars and chokers, eyeshadow palettes, lace

Hobbies: making accessories, pastry art, goth fashion, fruit carving

Favorite flower: black lilies

Favorite music: classical

Best friend(s): weasel pesto

Flambé

Favorite color: red

Favorite food: cucumber slices, greek salad

Favorite item/gift: bath salts, dried herbs, jewelry, nail polish, perfumes

Hobbies: nail art, dancing, pole dancing, spa days

Favorite flower: poppies

Favorite music: generic pop

Best friend(s): sir, mal, weasel

Pesto

Favorite color: powder blue

Favorite food: margarita pizza, pesto

Favorite item/gift: cooking utensils, vintage pins, ammunition

Hobbies: gardening, cooking, shooting range, thrift shopping

Favorite flower: forget me nots

Favorite music: pop and poprock

Best friend(s): weasel gold sir

Hilda

Favorite color: blood red

Favorite food: craft beer and hotdogs

Favorite item/gift: drafting paper, horse accessories, wrestling masks

Hobbies: wrestling, horseback riding, architectural design

Favorite flower: dandelions

Favorite music: punk rock

Best friend(s): shield, roost, rancher

Saga

Favorite color: white

Favorite food: cheese and crackers

Favorite item/gift: books, horse accessories, pearl jewelry

Hobbies: horseback riding, Victorian fashion, filing, reading

Favorite flower: day lilies

Favorite music: classical

Best friend(s): zen harpy

Zen

Favorite color: bronze

Favorite food: honey glazed pears and goat milk

Favorite item/gift: mead, cheese, bird feeders, cool driftwood

Hobbies: birdwatching, the texts of mother magic, playing the lute, harp and fiddle

Favorite flower: apple blossoms

Favorite music: insturmentals

Best friend(s): saga

Shield

Favorite color: royal purple

Favorite food: craft beer and nachos

Favorite item/gift: shooter video games, weirdly shaped gourds, patriotic tshirts

Hobbies: sparring, first person shooter games, swimming, gourd art

Favorite flower: daffodils

Favorite music: rave and techno

Best friend(s): hilda, roost

Partner

Favorite color: blue, just blue

Favorite food: garlic bread and fancy bread rolls

Favorite item/gift: leather goods, hats, buckles, axes

Hobbies: axe throwing, riding, exploring, horror stories

Favorite flower: clovers

Favorite music: country

Best friend(s): cider moose

Rowdy

Favorite color: sunny yellow

Favorite food: parsnip soup and orange juice

Favorite item/gift: animal anatomy books, bandanas, livestock breed catalogues

Hobbies: anatomy, comedy podcasts, line dancing

Favorite flower: orange tree blossoms

Favorite music: pop or country

Best friend(s): maple

Stitches

Favorite color: neon pink

Favorite food: corn dogs and marshmallows

Favorite item/gift: super hero gifts and comics, cartoon gifts, squishmallows, vintage cartoon dvds, toy instruments, cookie jars

Hobbies: playing the keyboard, voice acting, watching cartoons, thrift shopping

Favorite flower: rainbow roses

Favorite music: disco

Best friend(s): pop tempo vibrato gears

Tinker

Favorite color: dark purple

Favorite food: jello and boba tea

Favorite item/gift: yarn, knitting and crochet hooks, brooches, rag dolls, records, vintage fabric

Hobbies: crochet, knitting sewing daydreaming

Favorite flower: violets

Favorite music: jazz

Best friend(s): basil

Pearl

Favorite color: coral pink

Favorite food: chicken nuggets and fancy chocolates

Favorite item/gift: fine jewelry, seashells, head accessories, old movies

Hobbies: watching black and white movies, watching jousts and spars, floral arrangements, shopping

Favorite flower: lily pad flowers

Favorite music: swing

Best friend(s): pudding

Silex

Favorite color: silver

Favorite food: sushi and alcohol

Favorite item/gift: food, weird surface trinkets

Hobbies: jousting hunting racing exploring watching spars

Favorite flower: jasmine

Favorite music: electro swing

Best friend(s): hook captain

Taffy

Favorite color: black

Favorite food: truffles and grape soda

Favorite item/gift: horror movies, cute aprons, leg warmers, stuffed bunnies, fancy wrapping paper

Hobbies: baking and candy making, watching horror movies, clubbing, taste testing

Favorite flower: fairy roses

Favorite music: dance pop

Best friend(s): charm pepper sugar

Pudding

Favorite color: lime green

Favorite food: rock candy and orange soda

Favorite item/gift: crystals, headbands, bandanas, mary jane shoes, bodybuilding magazines

Hobbies: dancing, dance video games, watching spars

Favorite flower: tulips

Favorite music: kpop

Best friend(s): charm pepper sugar pearl

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World Baking Day

Cookies, brownies, pies, bread…try out some new recipes, or revisit your old favorites to have a little fun in the kitchen and end up with tasty treats.

Crunchy cookies, chewy brownies, decadent tortes, cute cupcakes, crusty baked bread…baking is an art this world would just not be the same without. Do you even know anyone who could honestly say they don’t have deep, unconditional love for at least one of the above? We thought not! This World Baking Day, it’s time to dig out that rolling pin and prepare something delicious! Surprise a friend, coworker, neighbor or relative with a delicious sweet or savory treat to let them know how much you care, or just make something to enjoy in your own home. However you decide to celebrate this day, make it deliciously unforgettable!

History of World Baking Day

World Baking Day was created to spread the joy of baking all around the world, especially to those who perhaps don’t bake too often and are not particularly experienced at it. This day is meant to show people just how much fun it can be to make a cake or some cookies, and baking can be a great way to spend time with family and friends. Not to mention how much fun it is to eat what you’ve made once it’s done!

It’s incredible that we’ve managed to go so long without a World Baking Day. We discovered evidence that baking has existed for over 14,000 years, proving that we simply can’t live without it! In fact, the first bakers in Jordan created flatbreads, which they then wrapped around meat – potentially the first-ever sandwich in existence. Roman times saw the birth of the artisan baker. Lovers of all things decadent, Romans prized the pastry chef, and those that brought new baked goods to the worlds were ever-popular at feasts and banquets.

In the United Kingdom, by the Middle Ages, baking went commercial, with many trading regulations and rules governing how to bake and sell bread. But everyone’s got to eat, so anyone with an oven was baking bread to feed their families. The delicious, mouth-watering cakes we eat today started to emerge for the upper echelons of society from the middle ages onwards.

Technology also helped upgrade the ovens to help bring better-baked goods to the masses, especially in the nineteenth century. Food was easier to preserve, too, so many people could order in meats and milk from across the country rather than relying on their backyard cows or chickens. Cans also cultivated a new innovation for baking, as meats and veg could be canned and exported from places like Australia.

New baking innovations arrived during WWI and WWII. In America during the wars, baking thrived as people moved to the US, and rationing saw the need for increasingly crafty creations. In America, different flavors from across the world arrived, from Italian cannolis to Mexican Tres Leches. When people couldn’t find fat or eggs during the wars, Applesauce Cake was baked into existence, which is still made today and used as an alternative to eggs and fat in vegan baking.

The increase in prosperity after the war allowed baking to flourish into the foods we love today, all culminating in this event. Enjoy the chance to bake, eat, and be merry with friends and family during this day.

How to celebrate world Baking Day

You don’t have to be a pastry chef specializing in fancy tortes to celebrate this holiday. All you really need is a little flour, sugar and butter and a sense of adventure! One of the best things about baking is that there are thousands upon thousands of recipes to choose from, so everyone is sure to find something to suit their specific tastes. Are you a fan of all things chocolate? Why not make some brownies? Rocky Road Brownies, for example, combine the richness of chocolate with the crunchiness of walnuts and the softness of marshmallows. But perhaps the best news about brownies is that almost all brownie recipes can be made in just one bowl!

If you’re more of a health food buff, there’s no reason for you to feel left out—there are plenty of baked goods that are decidedly good for you, like apple-cinnamon bran muffins or date and oatmeal muffins, and many more. Do you have a rambunctious child who is curious about the world? Why not share the magic of baking with them by making some creatively decorated cookies? Chocolate cherry thumbprint cookies, for example, are both easy and fun to make. Sugar cookies are also very simple to make and lots of fun to decorate with colorful icings and sprinkles. Or are you a bit more experienced at baking? If so, there are also many torte recipes that you could hone your skills making. Apricot Almond Torte, for example, requires you to make your own marzipan. And who wouldn’t want to know how to make their own perfect marzipan?

Or are you a fan of baking but prefer savory to sweet? Why not bake that bread, or create those mouth-watering pies and pastries that we all love so much? Fill your creations with delicious savory treats, like cheese or meat. Vegan or vegetarian? Browse your favorite recipe books for inventions made with flour, salt, applesauce, and sunflower oil. If you’re a budding savory baker, crustless quiches are the perfect way of incorporating delectable fillings in a quick and easy way.

If you don’t have time to bake, you could visit a local bakery instead of buying yet another package of mass-produced, sugary cookies filled with preservatives but devoid of flavor. Nothing is quite as relaxing as sitting back with a cup of coffee or tea and perhaps a book, enjoying a piece of pie.

If you want to share the baking joy with your nearest and dearest, why not invite some friends over for a baking party? It’s the perfect excuse to share your cakes and cookies (or at least the recipes). You can ask them to bring round their favorite cookie cutters and recipe ideas and you can all whizz up a storm in your kitchen. Or you can order in from your local bakery, put on a cooking competition and binge-watch and eat at the same time.

However, you decide to celebrate this day, make sure you and your nearest and dearest enjoy this day and all of its sweetness to the fullest.

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