#he is just looking after his siblings and the bakery and working as much as he can when he is home

[dcxdpdabbles]

If you had to pick one of your stories to redo, either a portion or change the whole direction, which one would it be?

Ohhhhh, this is a good thought-inducing question. Ironically, some of my work results from thinking, "You know what? This would be hilarious if I didn't stick to plan and went off the deep end," and creating a new AU. (How Danny's grill came to be. It was based on The Bakery is a front with the same idea of Tim being undercover at Danny's food-based business, but instead of looking for proof of lawbreaking, he's looking for evidence that Danny is not human, and the bats freaking out about it)

But I would pick Freelance Inventor just to make it all through the Justice League's POV of Batman and his mysterious lover. They talk in the break room around the water cooler about how the Robins all at one point mentioned "B's Not-Boyfriend" and wonder what that means.

The League would see the Gotham heroes casually threaten Batman by telling on him to "Not-Boyfriend" and watch the Batman actually become the "Let's not be too hasty." meme.

They watch as the crazy, controlling Batman shake his head and sigh when he notices that his calendar was changed by "Not-Boyfried" to force him to stop going up to the Watchtower for meetings and instead go to "Photograph Award show, "Zoo day with youngest" "Cook for the father that raised you, you lazy city dweller who lacks respect."

Flash screenshot of the last one because the previous day, it was marked as "Speedster training and combat counters". Flash needed proof for those who would miss the massacre about to happen. He thought that he would witness Batman drag the poor unfortunate soul to dare mess with his Calander app down to hell, and instead saw him googling British recipes because he needs to have a meal plan out now.

It wouldn't just be the Justice League- though it starts with them from founding day to well over a decade- but all hero communities would begin to hear about Not-Boyfriend.

At different times, the Robins would grumble about doing class work on the extended space trips because Not-Boyfriend would be disappointed in them. They don't care if they piss off Batman, but Not-Boyfriend's sad, letdown eyes would haunt the Robins.

These are the same people who would swing themselves at monsters who were sometimes actually gods of myth with nothing but spandex and spite.

The Teen Titans witness Robin leave with his Not-Boyfriend during the Big Fight, which eventually leads to him becoming Nightwing. They start treating Robin like a Divorce Kid. Batman is the bum dad in that situation.

The Outsiders witness Robin go from anger to a protective, gleeful Redhood when Not-Boyfriend calls to check up on him. They are all welcome to stay in Not-Boyfriend's houses—he owns many properties worldwide for his travels—and he becomes the remarkable, safe adult house. They just never speak to him face to face.

Young Justice's Robin has some serious self-esteem issues. They all sort of do as the ones the older heroes forget about. This is why when Robin shows up one day asking if they would do a random fashion blog to trick Not-Boyfriend, they jump at the chance to make a more solid identity besides the clone, the time traveler, and the daughter of Zues. Then Not-Boyfriend, whom they never met and shouldn't care about, starts sending gifts, and I'm so proud of you kids through Robin up until he becomes Red Robin, they realize he's the cooler dad.

SuperSons Robin will respect no one- not even Batman or Nightwing- as he does Not-Boyfriend. They can get him to listen and calm down after noticing his siblings using the "I'm telling Not-Boyfriend on you" trick that worked on his father.

The heroes know so much about Not-Boyfriend but know nothing. He's like Big-Foot. Everyone knows who Big-Foot legend is, but no one can prove Big-Foot.

Of course, over the seventeen years of Justice Leauge's founding, heroes would assume Not-Boyfriend was helping Batman raise his children and, for some reason, couldn't be married (The rise in heroes demanding equal marriage helped legalize same-sex marriage after a bitter sixteen-year fight).

They accept he's Batman's husband, who may be a civilian, a hero, or even a villain.

They accept that Batman and Not-Boyfriend may be divorced and share custody of the children.

They accept that Batman may not be over his partner and is still, to this day, trying to win him back.

They accept that Not-Boyfriend forgave Batman years ago and are back together.

They accept that there was never a split, and the two just argued that Young-Robins blew out of proportion.

The hero community literally accepts any theory if presented well and backed enough with suitable examples. At one point, it was a tradition of trying to decipher what was going on with Batman and Not-Boyfriend.

It's even wilder when Batman reveals himself as Bruce Wayne because he is known for not having any dates despite the number of people who have tried to fling themselves at him. He's notorious for putting a lid on his playboy tendencies- showing growth, and his new persona changed to Ditzy Dad of Gotham- back when he took in Dick Grayson, but now they know it's because he had Not-Boyfriend?

Then finding out Not-Boyfriend is Danny Fenton, the Willy Wonka-esque of the inventing world???????

This man who disappears from the public eye only shows up somewhere in a jungle with an invention that low-key solves the issue of contaminated water? This man, who freelances to anyone and everyone, things that come straight out of sci-fi without a blink?

The same man who people years ago accused Bruce Wayne of sleeping with, only to be told point black by Bruce, "I wish I was sleeping with him. Have you seen him?," and people thought he was joking on live TV?

They lose their minds.

[cobaltperun]

Eternal Flame (6) - Best is yet to Come

Cover by: @ortegalvr

Jenna Ortega x Female Reader

Summary: For her it’s a passion, for you it’s an accident. And as she continues shining brighter and brighter with each role you are left mesmerized, drawn to her flame and cherishing every time she lets herself be vulnerable with you.

Masterlist / First Part / Previous Part / Next Part

Word count: 3k

-And I know you are the reason I still believe the best is yet to come-

Meeting the family. The more that moment approached the more nervous you got, you could feel your palms sweating as you and Jenna walked through the neighborhood and she began pointing at the park, or small stores and bakeries and you could feel it in your bones, you were getting close to her childhood home.

“You okay?” she asked and you could see concern written all over her face.

You nodded, but then remembered the way staying silent affected Jenna mere weeks ago. So, you chose to be honest. You wanted her in your life, and to you that meant building the foundation on mutual trust and comfort and freedom around one another. And you knew that if you wanted Jenna to feel like she could lean on you in the future, you had to show her you were open with her. “I am, but, I’m kinda nervous about meeting your family. I mean, not your family specifically, just suddenly being around a lot of people I’m not going to work with,” you finished with a slightly nervous chuckle as you scratched the back of your head and looked to the side. A family of three on the other side of the street caught your eye. The boy looked happy as he dragged his amused parents along to the park you and Jenna just passed.

Fingertips hesitantly touching your cheek made you look at Jenna once more and you were met with a bit of uncertainty in her eyes as she stared at her hand. Slowly you leaned into her touch, letting her cup your cheek. “If it makes you feel any better, they are a bit nervous to meet you too. I’ve never brought anyone from set home before,” she whispered softly, a small smile slowly appeared on her face and you swallowed hard, for a moment getting lost in her beautiful eyes.

“Yeah, okay,” you managed to say and wiped your hand on your shirt before placing it on top of Jenna’s. “Thanks,” did you really have to leave tonight? You actually did, but damn you wanted to stay in this very moment for much longer. “I’m ready now,” you assured her.

“Good, because,” she pointed at a house just a bit further down the street. “We’re kinda here,” she smiled sheepishly, and you expected the anxiety to come back tenfold but it did not.

“Good, at least I don’t have the time to get nervous again,” you pointed out a bit dryly, but Jenna’s smile just widened and she led you once more, and it didn’t escape your notice that she kept holding your hand.

Her family’s home fit a more middle-class family, and considering what Jenna told you, you figured it was just about what you expected. You were yet to step inside, yet it already felt like Jenna, in a way it was modest, down to earth, yet to be aware of just how special it was, and in your eyes Jenna was a lot like that as well. She let go of your hand and opened the front doors, stepping back to let you in.

“Thanks,” you smiled at her and stepped inside. You took your shoes off as Jenna walked in after you and without a word, she led you through the house filled with photos. Jenna showed you some while you were filming Scream, but there were lots more here, of Jenna, of her siblings, parents, the entire family, capturing the important moments in the family. The moment Jenna led you into the living room you were hit with a sense of not belonging, a sense of intruding on a happy family’s life. It was only Jenna, her parents and her younger siblings today, there was a soccer game on the TV and her mom and brother were carefully watching it, while her sister was in the dining room, with her dad, setting the table for six.

Jenna cleared her throat and the bubble the family was happily in burst as they all turned to look at you and Jenna.

“Uh, hello,” you said and raised your hand to wave slightly. Damn it, you were making it awkward.

Jenna’s mom was the first to get up, seeing as she met you briefly. “Y/N, it’s good to see you again,” she came up to you and surprisingly pulled you into a brief hug. You returned it, surprised by how warm her welcome was.

“Jenna can’t shut up about you,” Jenna’s sister, Aliyah, chimed in.

“I can!” Jenna quickly retorted and turned away from you. She did not deny that she was talking about you though.

“Sure you can Jenna,” Markus teased her and just like that her younger twin siblings came up to you and greeted you, and all that was left was her dad.

The man came out of the dining room and looked you over, studying you, which probably had something to do with his work, like some kind of professional deformation. “Welcome, Y/N, nice to meet you,” he eventually offered his hand to you and you accepted it.

“It’s nice meeting you all,” you said, a lot more confidently than you felt, but at least your anxiety was slowly fading away.

“Come on you two, wash your hands and let’s eat,” Natalie told you and Jenna, and you had to admit, you did not miss being told to wash your hands before meals, even if there was something nostalgic about it.

Jenna, clearly embarrassed by what her siblings just told you, took hold of your hand and pulled you along until you reached the bathroom. “Right, you can use this towel, I’ll just wait for you to finish,” she showed you one of the towels and all but pushed you inside.

You just nodded and started washing your hands and though it was muffled you heard Jenna groaning and muttering about being embarrassed. You smiled, a bit amused by her reaction, though, to be honest, you’d react the same way. You stepped out and saw her leaning against the wall. “Hey, it’s okay, I’m not going to ask anything, and I don’t mind if you talked about me, okay?” you nudged her lightly and she opened her eyes.

“I just told them you are great, and now they just want to tease me,” she complained as you leaned against the wall next to her. “Sorry about that.”

“Mhm, sounds like sibling behavior alright,” you said. “There’s nothing to apologize for, don’t worry about it. I’m kinda happy I made enough of an impression for you to actually talk about me,” you said sheepishly, and Jenna turned to look at you like you just grew a second head.

“Are you joking right now? Of course you did!” she huffed and went to wash her hands. “Unbelievable,” well, at least she wasn’t embarrassed anymore.

~X~

The lunch was, in one word, amazing. Natalie was an incredible cook, both when it came to variety and the taste, making a wide array of Mexican food as well as several other dishes. You honestly weren’t even sure where to start as Jenna put the food on your plate before sitting down next to you. Natalie and Aliyah were sitting on the other side of the table, while Markus sat to your left and Edward sat at the head of the table, on Jenna’s right side.

“Thanks, Jen,” you thanked her before you all started eating, you missed the smile on Natalie’s face at the nickname you kept using.

“Could you pass me the hot sauce?” she asked pointing at the sauce close to you.

“Sure,” you handed it to her, and then put it back where it was when she poured it over her tacos. She definitely loved spicy food, which you found out early into your friendship, but it still amazed you just how well she handled it.

“The food is amazing, Natalie,” you complimented as you swallowed the first bite of your own taco. It was good that Jenna told you in advance her mom was the one who prepared the food.

“Thanks, Y/N,” Natalie nodded and smiled at the compliment.

“Told you you have competition,” Jenna pointed out. “Too bad I couldn’t save a single piece of that cake for you.”

“I don’t know, this is a tough act to follow,” and you were being honest, you could cook, but this was truly something. “But, challenge accepted, I need to have all of you over for a dinner sooner or later,” you did have some free time so you might as well improve your cooking skills for the future dinner or lunch.

“Count me in, I need to see if Jenna was exaggerating,” Aliyah promised you and you grinned a bit when Jenna groaned and lowered her head.

~X~

As the lunch ended Jenna watched you, almost mesmerized as you talked to her mom about the different foods and recipes. Her heart beat faster as she noticed how you focused on learning which food Jenna loved the most.

"Are you kidding me?" your eyes widened, and you turned to Jenna. "You got apples three times?" you asked incredulously after her mom told you about the misfortune she had when she was doing ads.

Jenna frowned at the memory. She despised apples now. "Yeah, I think I'd rather starve than eat them ever again. I can't even look at them without feeling angry," she finished with a laugh.

You joined her and leaned back a bit. "Good thing I never got the urge to make an apple pie," you may have said that, but Jenna could see you cataloguing her hatred toward apples for later.

"As long as you make it just make it spicy and vegetarian and Jenna will love it," Aliyah seemed to be dead set on embarrassing her. She even patted you on the back a few times as she went to put away her plate.

"And you have to learn how to make guac," Markus just added fuel to the fire. And you just added another information to wherever you were filing the information you were getting. Even if she would much rather make guac for you herself. More than a few times, and preferably often, and she was going to absolutely push that thought aside because she was going to blush, and she didn't need you or her family to notice that.

"I need to make urnebes salad for you," you said directly to her. "Red bell peppers, chili peppers, cheese, it's a nice, spicy salad," that definitely sounded like something she would like, and she absolutely wanted you to make things for her.

"I'm going to hold you to that," Jenna told you and you just grinned.

“Okay, how about we all go outside and take a group selfie?” her mom suggested taking Jenna by surprise.

Her mom definitely loved taking photos, keeping the memories of good times lasting longer and documenting anything she deemed important or worthy of a photo. So, maybe she shouldn’t have been as surprised, but it still felt a bit unexpected and she hoped you didn’t mind. Looking at your face she didn’t notice any changes, or discomfort.

So, you followed after her into the backyard where the two of you and her family got ready for her mom to take the photo. What she didn’t expect was for you to suddenly mess up her hair just as her mom took the selfie.

“Oh my,” her mom chuckled, and Jenna saw her hair was covering most of her face on the photo.

“Y/N,” she spoke calmly, but you already began running, and fine, if that was how you were going to act, then she could play that game too. “It’s fine, I promise!” she exclaimed as she began chasing you, aiming to get you to a rather specific spot in the backyard.

“Then why are you chasing me?” you laughed, and despite her own annoyance at the sudden childish act you committed Jenna found herself grinning as well, especially when she heard her family holding back their own laughs.

She didn’t see this side of you on the set, the childish, silly side that somehow ended up relaxing her even more. “Because you’re running!” it made no sense, but she truly didn’t care.

You made a turn to the left, toward the garden hose Markus probably left lying around, and that was her plan. You noticed it and jumped over, but seeing as you weren’t looking at her Jenna stopped and smirked a bit. “Woah!” she exclaimed, as if she was falling and you stopped flipping around to catch her. It would have been adorable how quickly you reacted, if she didn’t have a plan in mind.

“Well, fuck,” you couldn’t start running fast enough as Jenna grabbed the hose and turned the faucet right in your face. You put your arms up and stepped away as Jenna turned it off once more. “Damn, taking it up to eleven I see,” you laughed and dropped down onto the grass.

Jenna laughed as well, genuinely laughed, without forcing any sounds to come out as she sat down next to you. You stopped laughing and that made her freeze and force a proper sound out. “Don’t force it,” you whispered, making her look at you, you had a small smile on your face, and the gentleness and softness in your eyes, for a moment she found it hard to look away, her crush on you not helping one bit.

“It’s weird if I don’t. I just gasp for air,” she said, and you shook your head.

“I think it’s adorable,” you opened your mouth again, you wanted to say something else as well, to finish the sentence, but you changed your mind and looked to the side while lightly scratching your cheek. “Sorry, that was kinda weird,” you chuckled to cover up the embarrassment.

Jenna swallowed the lump in her throat and got up, offering her hand to you. “Come on, let’s get you dry,” that was for the best, because she wasn’t yet sure how to approach what she was starting to feel. Was it still just a small crush? Somehow, she started to doubt that. “I’ll give her one of Isaac’s shirts!” she told her family and led you back inside.

“It’s okay, it’s not that wet,” you said as she guided you upstairs to her and Aliyah’s room.

“Don’t argue, sit on my bed, I’ll be right back,” she poked your biceps and pointed at her bed before she quickly went to Markus’ room, there were still some of Isaac’s things there for when he drops by and so she took a light gray shirt and went back to her room. She also grabbed a towel for you. In hindsight getting your hair wet probably wasn’t the best decision, but you’ll figure it out.

She went back to her room and found you sitting there, right where she told you to. “Here,” she gave you the shirt and turned around as you changed.

“Right, you think it’ll be dry in an hour?” you asked as you held the shirt, it was quite a bit wetter than either of you could have anticipated. And it also reminded Jenna that you needed to get going soon. The day went by way too fast, and she had no way of knowing when she’ll see you again.

“Probably not. Leave it here? One more reason to come again,” she suggested hopefully.

“As if I need another reason to come and see you,” you rolled your eyes but handed the shirt to her. “But, sure, if you don’t mind,” you smirked a bit as Jenna clutched the shirt in her hands.

~X~

Later that night, hours after you left, Jenna found herself sitting in the backyard, just looking at the cloudy night sky. Your words still echoed in her mind. Jenna heard footsteps coming from behind her and turned around, smiling when she saw her mom walking up to her and hugging her from behind.

"I'm not ready to watch you leave again this soon, I just got you back," her mom whispered and kissed the top of her head as Jenna placed her hands on top of her mom's hands. She would leave soon, it felt perhaps, too soon. This time next week she'll be alone once more, working on another project.

"I know mom, I'll miss you too," she told her softly. She'd miss this the most, just her family being there, these hugs, family meals. At the same time, she wanted to work, she was excited to act, to slip into another character. As much as she loved her family, she felt like she couldn't rest.

"I was really worried when you went to film Scream. You were so far away for the first time," her mom admitted. It was the first time she was that far from home, unable to come and see them over the weekend. "I'm thankful you had a friend like that by your side," she almost missed the way her mom said 'friend' but there was a certain weight behind it.

Jenna smiled, she did feel lucky because of the connection between you, how quick it all happened. "Mom, can I tell you something? About Y/N?"

Her mom let go of her and sat down next to her, suddenly more serious. "What is it, Reeree?"

Jenna blushed and the serious expression on her mom's face faded away. "I like her," she whispered, embarrassed.

Her mom grinned and tucked a bit of Jenna's hair back. "I noticed," she admitted and chuckled when Jenna buried her face in her hands.

"Am I that obvious?" Jenna almost cried, not sure how she would handle you knowing.

"Jenna, I'm your mom, of course it's obvious to me," that was a relief, at least she wasn't obvious to anyone watching.

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[haodarling]

Like the Movies

about: a series of my favorite movies reimagined with (some of) the boys of seventeen.

notes: the movies inspired the fics, please don’t expect it to be an exact word for word reenactment of the films; i had a couple of ideas and decided to roll with it. unfortunately i will not be doing all of the boys as some of them are key side characters unless specifically requested! the stories are interrelated in some way; it won’t be explicitly stated but try and look for crumbs!

also! most if not all the y/ns in the fics are directly stated to be female due to some of the stories heavily relying on y/n’s biological sex to be female.

currently working on: pretty girl !

Pretty Girl

based on: Legally Blonde

pairing: law student! joshua x heiress! reader // ex boyfriend! wen junhui x reader

synopsis: the youngest of 3 successful sisters, no one expects you to accomplish anything save for sitting still and looking pretty, but after your boyfriend dumps you for a much more educated girl, you get your eldest sister to pay your way into harvard law where you meets joshua hong, who does not seem to appreciate how lightly you takes things.

tropes: opposites attract, popular girl x nerd boy but with a twist, they start off at the wrong foot, it gets resolved, joshua will say hurtful things along the way though

A Sweet Haven

based on: Notting Hill // Maid in Manhattan

pairing: golden retriever!mingyu x single mother!y/n

synopsis: never in your wildest dreams did you expect acclaimed actor, kim mingyu, to stumble into your quaint bakery and ask you to hide him from the onslaught of paparazzi. what began as one chance encounter turns into constant visits to you and your daughter. but just as you begin to see a future between the two of you, the reminder of his fame and reputation hovers over the both you.

tropes: forbidden romance, single mom! reader, mingyu’s an actor, secret relationship

Hot and Cold

based on: Pride and Prejudice // Emma

pairing: wonwoo x reader, seokmin x oc

synopsis: as the eldest child of your family, you have only ever wanted the best for your siblings. so when your sister confesses to being in love with someone— you do everything you can to make sure they both end up together… but the infuriatingly handsome brother of your sister’s beau seems to be against the union altogether.

tropes: enemies to lovers, they really don’t like each other at first, just two people being protective of their younger siblings, elder sibling trauma written by an only child LOL

Mr and Mrs. Choi

based on: Mr. and Mrs. Smith

pairing: agent!scoups x agent!reader

synopsis: you and seungcheol (code name: scoups) have a bit of a work place rivalry going on, and the agency wants to put you both to the test by pairing you up with each other in a mission that would determine who gets the promotion… the catch being that you both would have to play a married couple.

tropes: rivals to lovers, technically also coworkers to lovers, fake marriage au, a lot of back and forths, cheol is a teasing lil shit with y/n, will very much include the old “the target is gonna notice we’re tailing him hurry let’s make out”

Love Me Tomorrow

based on: 2 week’s notice // flipped

pairing: jeonghan x reader

synopsis: your friends and coworkers say you’re foolish for harboring a crush on the worst man ever; aka your boss. yoon jeonghan is a successful ceo, and he is well aware of the hold he has over you; often using you to perform minute and tiresome errands. but what happens when you finally draw the line?

tropes: unrequited love (initially), she fell first but he fell harder, hannie’s an asshole here ngl, he gets better i promise, y/n is on a path to self love, when hannie realized he loves her he’s so pathetic i swear

Something Borrowed, Something New

based on: My best friend’s wedding

pairing: minghao x extraverted!reader, slight vernon x reader, and slight minghao x oc

synopsis: you love your fiancee you truly do, and you were very sure he felt the same long enough to propose to you; but he’s quiet, and well- you’re not. you know this, and so you always make sure you are not too spirited in days where he doesn’t feel it. but when he runs into his old college friends, you could not help but notice how he becomes a lot livelier with his childhood best friend.

tropes: established relationship, opposites attract, golden retriever y/n and black cat minghao, angst, like a lot of it, hao has a girl best friend :(( , two people who don’t communicate because of their own personal reasons

[noellefan101]

Your First Date-Genshin pt 3

Characters: Lyney, Freminet, Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Alhaitham x gn reader

Summary: Your first date with them,

Warnings: lyney flirting, tea

Note: omg im finally done, i really liked writing these tho, ye thats all i have to say school literally destroyed my brain, love you

Lyney

he would definitely preform a TON of magic tricks during your first date, both romantic, some are just pretty to look at and then there´s the brother-you're-just-embarrassing-yourself magic tricks

: said ever so kindly by Lynette

wouldn't make your date as public as his shows, since he wants to share the moments and magic tricks with you only

(+ Lynette, Fremi and "father" if she asked him so, but yk, they're only made for you)

after he had given you more rainbow roses than you could ever count to, he set out some homemade goods, like cookies, a cake, cupcakes(whatever you lik)

(in which he definitely didn´t spend a few days learning to make)

overall 10/10 (if you dont ask lynette, she had to leave bc of the amount of secondhand embarrassment(she was there at the start)) and it was enjoyable for u.

Freminet

yes, you would be underwater for your first date, but if you really don´t like it(yet)he can just take you some other time

^^but he would prefer to show take you on your first

[and yes, Lyney and Lynette (+his other siblings at home)did bet on when he would finally confesses and take you on a date]

he would let you wear his diving helmet if you really wanted to, but he would also just wear it if he felt embarrassed, or wanted to tell you a story (most likely abt pers)

he aslo ended up showing you a few of his mechanics(robots?)

and showed you some works in progresses other people haven´t seen, other than him and pers ofc

Wriothesley

he would drink tea with you in his office

^^maybe Sigewinne baked you something too,

but you mainly drank tea and just talked the whole time

(bro likes tea so much, someone pls make him shut up abt it)

well other than showing you and talking about his (absolutely massive) tea collection (and cake/bakery(sry))

if he´ll ever let you talk, ofc he will(its a very unfunny joke), he´ll listen to you for as long as you´d want to talk

you also laughed a little when he told about how melusines and stickers dont work well

and he liked seeing and hearing your laugh, so he might go for a date number two

Neuvillette

he would take you out to a fancy restaurant or he would just sit and talk with you somewhere more private

but maybe include a Melusine passing by here and there, checking on you both or for some work-related reasons (that they then put off, just a little, when seeing you both together)

i imagine that you would try some different types of water with him, by his request, and tried your dam best to find a difference.

but he would also get you any kind of drink, dessert or food you´d like

all in all its pretty easy bonding with him, and he just likes being beside you and spending time with you

Alhaitham

he would take you to a quiet cafe where you could sit in peace, since he doesn´t like loud places and want you two to be alone for the most part

he would pay 100% he doesn't even give you a chance to try and pay for anything (he´s nice when he wants to be)

he definitely brought a book with him to read(+ one for you) and would either let you talk while he reads a "little", or he would just read out loud so you know what kind of books he likes

he´s not good at doing any kind of romantic things, but he did try and do something

that including:

taking you out on the date later in the evening so he later could show you the stars, and point out some constellations

asking your friends (and maybe family) what you like food-wise, so he knows what kind of place he should have in mind when picking the place of your date

thank you for reading i don´t think i´ll make any more of these, but if you want it i´ll do it, luv ya-Masterlist

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Imagine Being Arthur Shelby’s Twin

Platonic!Arthur Shelby x Shelby!Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, mentions of past childhood neglect, period-typical sexism. The image below is just to visualize what a twin for Arthur could look like. Very, very vague implication of Darby Sabini and Luca Changretta x Shelby!Reader.

“I’m not crying, you’re crying!”

The two of you are very sensitive, always have been. Aunt Polly likes to mention that you and Arthur used to cry at the exact same time as babies. As young children, if one of you got hurt, the other would start crying. This remained mostly the same even into adulthood. Though, you are definitely the more stable twin. 

Arthur would go to you when he needed comfort. You and your twin would draw horses together under candlelight by copying them out of books as children. It was you who first told him that he could be an artist. Arthur laughed you off back then.

Although Arthur bends the knee to Tommy, you are not nearly as submissive as him. Tommy and the others look to you as an equal to Polly. Their elder sister who stepped in when mother wasn’t feeling quite right. 

As the oldest Shelby daughter, you had a hand in raising most of your siblings. Arthur got to run about Small Heath cracking skulls while you stayed back to change nappies and read bedtime stories. Compared to the other Shelby children, you didn’t have much of a childhood at all really.

You had a reputation of being the family tattletale. When your brothers acted up, you acted like a second mother. Always chasing after the little ones and setting them straight. Aged beyond your years because you had to be. Not because you wanted to. 

By the time you were sixteen, you were working three jobs. You were a laundress, a clerk at a drug store, and waking up early to help out at a bakery. The last job worked best for you as you had a talent for baking.

Arthur was such a dreamer before the war. He didn’t have a real plan for his life, only fantasies. You weren’t anything like that. Always looking ahead, mapping out your path, it felt like Arthur didn’t take life seriously. Didn’t take you seriously. 

Before the war, Arthur didn’t fully understand that about you. It was all “women’s work,” and you seemed happy enough. It didn’t occur to him that you might have had dreams of your own. 

You were too strict, too obedient, too boring. It led to many, many fights. Mainly, you and Arthur would disagree about how he was living his life. The fastest way to get Arthur mad was to accuse him of being a bad influence. His face would go red, and he would stomp off, he never had a good counterargument for you.

Just before the war, you got into a terrible argument. You and Arthur can’t even remember what started it. It ended poorly. Both of you said things that you couldn’t take back. When he left to serve, all you could think about was how the last thing you said to him might be his last memory of you. 

The war changed Arthur in a terrible way, but it also changed your relationship for the better. You became more understanding of each other and valued the time spent more. 

Arthur made up with you not long after he came home. By that time, you were married and had fixed yourself up a quaint little home. You didn’t know that the boys were back yet. John and Tommy had gone straight to Watery Lane, Arthur went straight to you. His face was sallow, and he cried like a baby into your apron as he fell to his knees and begged you to forgive him. You started sobbing right along with him and told him that there wasn’t any way you could forsake your twin. This started a long tradition of Arthur dropping by unexpectedly to have a slice of peace.

Even if you marry and have children, Arthur is sure to pop in unannounced for any number of reasons. Your home is warm and quiet, his head is sick and loud. You understand this about your brother and do what you can to soothe him. Oftentimes, just you mentioning that one of Arthur’s nieces of nephews are nearby is enough to get him to calm down. 

Nobody is ever allowed to call Arthur “crazy,” in your presence. In your words he is, “psychically and emotionally distressed.”

Your husband had better be tolerant of Arthur, because you are not going to budge on letting him stay over. Arthur has a permanent open seat at your dinner table and a guest room just for him. Unless you can see he’s been using. That is where you draw the line. 

If you aren't married, expect Arthur to be simultaneously invested in finding you a good man while also hating anyone you date. He wants you to be happy so, so, so badly. It's just hard for him to trust people with you.

You also have a tendency to attract troublesome men. Like Darby Sabini, for instance. Or one Luca Changretta. There's just something about a motherly woman who bakes that gets these men going.

When you found out that Tommy had dumped Arthur’s medication, you gave Tommy a black eye while still dressed in your Sunday best. Everyone seems so alright with Arthur being used except for you. It has caused a rift between you and your other siblings. You try to encourage Arthur to take a step back from the Peaky Blinders, but it never stays. 

Arthur is more than a bit envious of the life you have. You’re married with children, living in domestic bliss. He’s expressed to you many times that he feels that he’s too old, ugly and mad in the head to be loved. All you can do to get him to smile is say “My twin can be old, and he can even be a bit wild, but he can’t be ugly. We look too much alike for that to be true.”

Any time you need his help, Arthur is there. He has you on the highest pedestal he can muster. Arthur hates to disappoint you and fears losing all the progress you’ve made in mending things. If he was ever to cause harm to you, even by accident, it would devastate him.

Now that you’re both grown and can see your childhood with clarity, Arthur holds a lot of guilt. He can see how you didn’t get to have fun like the rest of them and the toll that took on you. To try to make it up to you, Arthur likes to take you and your children to all sorts of things. The circus, the zoo, the funfair, anything bright and exciting. You both insist it’s for the kids… but then you’re both stuffing your faces with fairy floss and craning your necks to look at the tigers. 

All in all, you do what you can to look after your twin. 

[theycallmebecca]

Drabble: Sweet Delights (Colin & Penelope AU)

Hello! I have no idea how many people are going to see this. So if you've followed me for awhile, hi, I'm back. Sort of! And if you're new, hi!

It's been 8 months since I've written and posted anything due to too much stress and writers block. But yesterday I saw that @the-slumberparty was hosting a summer event and I looked at the prompts and it just seemed like fun.

I chose Cookie Dough (bakery AU) with Cherries (meet cute) and paired it with a modern day AU Bridgerton.

Title: Sweet Delights

Fandom: Bridgerton AU & Modern

Pairing: AU Colin Bridgerton x AU Penelope Featherington

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: suggestive

Author's Note: The characters are the following ages, Colin - 33, Daphne - 32, Penelope - 28, Felicity - 21 (she's the youngest Featherington sister in the books)

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"The things I do for you," Colin Bridgerton mumbled as he walked down the street with his sister Daphne.

She shot him a peevish look before replying, "And who else was I supposed to ask to go with me to sample cake for mum's party?"

Colin considered that for a second before sighing. She was right, damnit. Of all eight Bridgerton siblings, his palette was the most like their mothers. Not to mention the fact that he was always hungry.

"Here we are," Daphne said, gesturing to a sign that read 'Sweet Delights'.

Ever the gentleman, Colin opened the door for his sister and let her enter before he followed.

A tall, skinny redhead was behind the counter and Colin opted to stand to the side, letting his sister introduce herself. He let his eyes wander around the shop, taking in the mix of modern and antique decor.

Spotting a frame with several news clippings, he wandered over to look at it. Learning that the shop had been in this building since just after World War II and the original owner, Penelope Thomas, had recently retired and sold the business to her granddaughter, Penelope Featherington. Both women were pictured side by side and Colin felt drawn to the younger one despite knowing he'd never met her before.

"Colin," he heard his sister call.

Colin turned and collided with someone.

There was a shriek and then cakes went flying.

Acting on pure instinct, Colin grabbed the woman, trying to steady them both, but then his foot slipped on frosting and he felt himself falling, the woman with him.

They landed with a crash, the woman landing on top of him as cake splatted to the ground around them.

"Oh my god," the woman said once everything was silent. "Oh my god. I am so -"

Colin opened his eyes and found the woman, Penelope, from the clippings, laying on top of him.

"Are you alright?" Daphne's worried voice reached Colin's ears.

"I'm fine," Colin assured her. "Are you ok?" His eyes met Penelope's and felt his heart skip a beat.

"Y- yes," she replied. Her eyes remained locked with his for a second before she shook her head, as if finally remembering that she was on top of him in the middle of the floor. "Oh my god."

"Careful!" the other redhead exclaimed. "There's cake and frosting everywhere."

Then she and Daphne were there and helped Penelope untangle herself without making things worse.

Finally, Colin sat up and rubbed the back of his head, only to pull his hand away and find red.

He tilted his head and studied the substance that clearly wasn't blood. Bringing his hand to his face, he sniffed it.

"Colin?" his sister asked, concerned.

"It's strawberry coulis," Colin and Penelope said at the same time.

—

Most of the time, Penelope Featherington felt like she was the owner of a bake shop. But there were sometimes when she felt anything but.

Today was one of those days. It felt like nothing had gone right all day.

Then, to top it all off, her younger sister, Felicity, had forgotten to tell her that she'd scheduled a last minute cake tasting for a new customer named Daphne Basset.

Penelope had had exactly twenty minutes before the appointment to scramble everything together, thankful that most of their flavor combinations were featured in their cupcakes, before the appointment.

She heard the bell on the door jingle as she put the last cupcake on the tray and breathed a sigh of relief.

She took a minute to clean herself up and then left the kitchen with the tray of samples.

Everything was fine for the first five and a half steps. She saw the woman talking to Felicity and then saw the man looking at the news clippings. She couldn't see his face, but he was tall and had gorgeous chestnut hair that she just wanted to run her fingers through.

"Colin?" The voice came out of nowhere and he turned unexpectedly.

She tried to avoid the collision, but it likely made the situation worse. Her overcorrection had left her unbalanced and he'd tried to save her, but it had led to them both ending up on the floor.

She'd landed on top of him, all her wobbly bits pressed against his solid body. His strong arms wrapped around her, still holding her close.

"Oh my god," she said, once the room had fallen silent. "Oh my god." She felt his hands drop from around her. "I am so -" 

"Are you alright?" the woman's worried voice asked, interrupting her. Penelope assumed she had to be Daphne Basset.

"I'm fine." She could feel the vibration of his words as he assured his companion before he asked her, "Are you ok?"

Their eyes met and the anger that Penelope had suspected to see wasn't there. Instead, his eyes were filled with nothing but kindness and a hit of surprise. There was something else in his look, but Penelope wasn't sure how to interpret it.

"Y- yes," she stammered, unable to pull her eyes from his. There was something about him that seemed so familiar and yet different all at the same time. Then she remembered where she was. On top of him in the middle of her bakery. "Oh my god."

She started to push herself off him, but stopped when she heard Felicity call out, "Careful!"

Between Felicity and Daphne, they helped Penelope get up without causing more damage to herself, Colin or the bake shop.

Once she was on her feet, Penelope surveyed the damage. All of the cupcakes had been ruined and they'd managed to smash a few under them when they fell.

"Colin?"

Hearing the concern in Daphne's voice, Penelope shifted her gaze to Colin who was studying something red in his hand.

Her eyes dropped back to the floor where they'd been just moments before and saw the chocolate cupcake with the chocolate mousse cupcake where his head had been. It was smashed and its filling had oozed out. 

"It's strawberry coulis," Colin and Penelope said at the same time.

—

"Are you sure?" Daphne asked, concern still laced in her voice.

"I'm fine, Daph," he sighed. Then, turning to the other women, said, "Sisters, am I right?"

"Older or younger?" the one that wasn't Penelope asked.

"Younger," Colin and Daphne echoed.

"Definitely a you problem then," the young woman said with a smirk. "Us younger sisters never do anything wrong, isn't that right, Penelope?"

Colin smiled when he saw Penelope roll her eyes at her younger sister. He chose to ignore what that might mean.

With his eyes on Penelope, he saw her straighten her shoulders and turn to Daphne. "I am so sorry about this," she apologized and gestured to the mess around them. "If you choose us to make the cake for your party, it will be on the house."

"That is very kind of you, but we insist on paying," Daphne told her.

"They're Eloise's siblings," her younger sister explained. "Bridgerton."

The unease in Penelope's stance all but vanished. "You're Eloise's siblings?" she repeated.

Colin felt her eyes on him as she studied him and then Daphne. Then she nodded and said, "Yes. I see the resemblance now."

"You know Eloise?" he asked. He hadn't known that, but evidently Daphne had.

"She and her sisters went to the school as we did," Daphne told him. "Eloise and Penelope were in the same year and were roommates at one point."

"Our last year," Penelope supplied. "We've lost touch in the years since, I'm afraid."

Her sister cleared her throat, forcing all the attention to her. "It's just that, if Mr. Bridgerton has coulis in his hair, he'll likely want to wash it out as soon as possible. It is quite sticky."

"She's right," Daphne said with a sigh. "And we drove together, too. I guess we'll have to reschedule."

"Actually, Penelope's apartment is just up the stairs," the younger sister said. "I'm sure she wouldn't mind if Mr. Bridgerton wanted to rinse off. Especially not since she, herself, needs to go upstairs and change."

—

If looks could kill, Felicity would be dead from the glare that Penelope shot her sister.

"Oh, that would be splendid!" Daphne exclaimed. "And while they do that, I can help you clean, Felicity."

Penelope blinked and shook her head confused. This was her bake shop, since when did her sister call the shots?

"Just go, Pen," Felicity said, waving her towards the kitchen and the stairs beyond it. "By the time you two come back down, this place will be clean and we can start over."

Penelope sighed and turned to Colin. "Come with me, I guess," she said.

"If you're uncomfortable, I can call for a taxi," he told her once they were alone in the kitchen. "It's no trouble." Then he tossed her a smirk and said, "After all, I have four younger sisters. I know how managing they can be."

Penelope studied him for a moment, giving herself time to decide. She knew two of his sisters, Eloise and Francesca, quite well and given everything that had transpired in the last fifteen minutes, she still felt comfortable in his presence.

"Come along," she said. "I think I still have some stuff my ex left here that you can wear." She paused and asked, "Assuming you don't have anything against wearing vegan, cruelty free clothing."

Colin paused and tilted his head, giving her a confused look. "Is there really such a thing?" he asked.

"According to my ex there is," she replied and then cringed. She and Alfred, never Alfie, Debling had been broken up for six months and here she was talking about him like a love sick fool. She stopped suddenly on the stairs and turned to face Colin, who was two steps behind her, but they were nearly face to face because of the difference. "I'm not hung up on my ex. I just like facts and facts are easy."

Colin tilted his head again and she wasn't sure if she found it adorable or annoying. "I like facts, too," he finally said.

Penelope took a breath, nodded her head and then continued up the stairs. She unlocked her apartment door and then stepped aside to let him in.

"The bathroom is right there," she pointed to one of the few doors in the apartment. "I'm afraid all of my stuff is rather girly," she apologized. "But you're welcome to use any of it."

"It's better than strawberry coulis, I'm sure," Colin said. "The clothes?"

"Oh right," she said and then, because it was established they both liked facts, added, "I know I said they were my ex's, but I bought them on sale and then we broke up, so they were never actually his. It was just too late to return them."

—

Colin tried not to look, but he found it impossible not to as Penelope got down on her hands and knees to pull a box out from under her bed.

She had a nice ass.

He'd noticed it on the stairs and had been caught completely off guard when she'd spun around suddenly. If she'd caught him staring, she hadn't said anything.

"I know they're here somewhere," she said, her ass in the air as she searched.

Colin opened his mouth to respond, but wasn't sure what one was supposed to say in such a situation.

'Take your time' seemed indecent, especially since his eyes kept going to her butt.

'I'm in no rush' was a lie, he could feel the stickiness on the back of his neck.

"Ah ha!" she exclaimed. "Found them!"

Colin watched as she shoved the box back under her bed. Then he quickly averted his gaze as she stood up and made her way to him.

"Here you go," she said, holding them out. "And you can just keep them. I don't have any use for them."

"Thank you," he replied. Then gestured to the bathroom. "I'll just…"

"Oh yes, of course," she said. "And I'll change, too. But over there." She pointed to an old-fashioned privacy screen. "Uh, enjoy your shower." Then she cringed.

"Thanks," he said before giving her what he hoped was a friendly smile.

He went into the bathroom and closed the door.

He gotten as far as removing his shirt when there was a knock.

"I, uh, have a bag for your clothes," she said from the other side.

Colin glanced at himself in the mirror and then decided 'why the hell not' and opened the door.

—

Penelope had expected him to just open the door enough to accept the bag, but when he opened it fully and revealed his chests, she visibly swallowed.

Her eyes traveled up from his trim waist, up to his toned pecs and, finally, up to his face. Where she saw a heated look staring back at her.

"Here's the bag," she said quickly and then hurried away from the door, wishing like hell that she didn't live in a studio apartment.

A second later, the bathroom door closed and she waited until she heard the water turn on before she made her way to the antique privacy screen.

There was a wicked part of her brain that told her to just barge into the bathroom and kiss Colin Bridgerton and give into the desire that was evidently building between them. But the cautious side of her brain, the part that had been ever present and nagged while she was dating Alfred, told her to proceed with caution.

There was no unease, she realized as she changed clothes. When she'd dated Alfie, as Felicity loved to call him these days, there had been a sense of unease at every turn.

They'd only dated for less than a year, but he'd constantly been asking her to change herself and her world while expecting her to accept him exactly as he was. The turning point had come when he'd all but demanded she abandon her grandmother's tried and true recipes and convert the bakery to an exclusively vegan and gluten free one.

That's when she had realized that she would never be good enough for him. There would always be parts of her life that he'd expect her to change to please him. That she wasn't good enough just being herself.

Stepping out behind the privacy screen, Penelope studied the bathroom door. While she'd only just met Colin, she knew about him and his family. While Eloise hadn't spoken a lot about her family, per say, they'd been classmates from the ages of 11 to 18 and she could recall a story or two about the Bridgerton older brothers.

—

Strawberry coulie free, Colin stepped out of the bathroom wearing the gifted joggers and hoodie. They were a little loose on him, but otherwise were comfortable.

Feeling eyes on him, he looked up and caught Penelope looking at him. When her cheeks started to redden, he tilted his head and studied her.

"Why do you do that?" she asked him. "Tilt your head when you look at me?"

"I dunno," he said. "I didn't even realize I was doing it. I guess, I just find you intriguing."

"Is that a good thing?" she asked him. She hadn't moved from her position about ten feet away from him.

"Yes."

They stood silently for a moment before she gestured to the stairs. "I suppose we should go help our sisters."

They made their way back down the stairs, but instead of finding their sisters, they found a note on the workbench.

Penelope read it and then handed it to him.

Pen,

Daphne forgot she had dinner plans with her husband tonight and I have a date. You and Colin will need to finalize the flavors tonight. The party is next week.

Felicity

"This has Daphne written all over it," Colin accused. "I'm sorry about this. My sister is happily married and thinks everyone else should be too."

"Don't blame your sister entirely," Penelope said, shaking her head. "Felicity isn't innocent in this."

"Younger sisters, am I right?" Colin echoed his sentiment from earlier, which had the desired effect, making Penelope smile. "Tell me how I can help."

—

"Tell me how I can help," Colin's voice reverberated in her mind.

Alfie had never offered to help. Not even when the shop was in a rush and he was waiting for her to close for the day. He'd just sit at the table in the corner and read.

Propelled by some source within her, Penelope closed the difference, wrapped her arm around Colin's neck and pulled his face towards hers and kissed him. It took a second, but soon his arms were around her and he was kissing her back.

It was the first kiss she had always dreamed of and more.

She saw fireworks.

She felt sparks.

But more than anything, she felt wanted.

When they finally broke apart, Colin rested his forehead against hers and they stared at each other while they caught their breath.

—

One Year Later

"Colin!" Penelope shrieked as he dipped his finger into the strawberry coulis. "That's for your mum's cake!"

"She'll never know," he replied before he licked finger clean.

He knew that Penelope knew that he knew she was watching his tongue closely as he cleaned his finger.

"Colin," she said in a faux warning tone.

"Penelope," he replied in a mocking tone.

Then he grinned and dipped his finger again, this time he held it out to her.

Her eyes met his and he tilted his head, daring her to join his game.

His mother's party was until tomorrow evening, which meant he could help Penelope decorate the cake, and make more coulis, in the morning.

"Penelope," he said in a seductive tone.

"Colin," she replied in the same tone. Then she took his hand and licked the strawberry coulis off his finger, swirling her tongue in the devastating manner that she knew would completely undo him.

"You have five minutes to clean up," he told her once she released his finger. "And then I'm either taking you on the workbench or carrying you upstairs."

She only needed four and they left a trail of clothing going up the stairs.

[ghostchems]

a/n: I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THIS ASK 😭 but good thing i took a screenshot! here are some secondo date night thots!

You are sitting pretty on the couch, snuggled up beneath a blanket as you scroll through your phone. The lights are dimmed in the den and you’ve just had a big bowl of homemade linguine and shrimp, a perfect cocktail for a sleepy evening, though you are trying valiantly to stay awake. An attempt has already been made to help Secondo with cleaning up but he playfully escorted you out of the kitchen and back to the couch, telling you to relax and warm up the blankets for him. You’ve already learned that you should let him have this, the night being an important one for the both of you.

Papa Emeritus the Second could have anything he wanted from anybody he asked every single day. Clergy members flocked to his side to ensure that he had everything he needed and that he was taken care of and happy. No matter how hard he tries to avoid it more often than not a sibling or a ghoul is trailing behind him. He works hard as Papa, spreading the dark gospel and inspiring the masses, so there are times where he does take advantage of the assistance. Meanwhile, you bust your ass every day in the finance department and end up working late nights every so often to ensure expenses are booked and more.

But not on Thursday nights. The siblings know you have to be back at your quarters by 4pm but they don’t know what exactly happens. Papa Secondo belongs to you on Thursday nights. He cooks you dinner, usually a pasta dish, he cleans up after himself and doesn’t allow you to lift a finger. A dessert, something he picks up specially for you from the local bakery, waits to be nibbled on. Light Italian singing flows from the kitchen into the den.

Volaré, oh-oh

Cantaré, oh-oh-oh-oh

Nel blu dipinto di blu

Felice di stare lassù

It’s taken some getting used to on your part. You used to be one of the siblings who assisted Papa which evolved into an insatiable affair. He couldn’t get enough of your body, stealing you away to taste and feel you, and eventually that grew into something more. Something unexpected. The look in his eyes started to change when he saw you and his kisses began to linger. His strong arms would curl around you, keeping you from your usual ritual of slipping out of his bed, and press you right up against him, nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Late night discussions about ministry drama and movies gave way to deeper conversations about aspirations and life so far. You fell hard and fast and he did too.

Thursday nights are to show you just how much he has fallen. Secondo shows you his love by doting on you and taking care of everything date night related with no help from clergy members and certainly no help from you. He coos that you work so hard and he wants to take care of you, to provide for you. Something he isn’t able to do for many others. It’s his love language and it makes you feel like the luckiest person in the world.

So you sit on the couch, warming it up for him just as he asked. The dessert is cannoli and the trashy television show of choice is Below Deck. A nice bottle of wine sits on the coffee table waiting to be opened to fuel the deep talks and silly flirting for the remainder of the evening. Secondo’s singing has only grown stronger and more impassioned as he finishes up cleaning.

It’s his favorite night of the week and it shows.

[shubblelive]

— SOURCE MATERIAL

summary : tommy’s plan to get you and wilbur back together doesn’t work. fortunately, you don’t need it. a quiet christmas party, joni mitchell and a little bit of alcohol works just fine.

genre : fluff with some angst peppered here and there

warnings : mentions of a breakup, alcohol/drinking (one mention of being drunk in the past, no one’s drunk in the fic), swearing, very minor panic attack, tommy being a little shithead

pairing : cc!wilbur x ex girlfriend!reader

pronouns : she/her

featuring : cc!wilbur soot, cc!tommyinnit (tommy and will are the only creators with dialogue),cc!phil + kristin (mentioned), cc!ranboo (mentioned), cc!tubbo (mentioned), cc!james marriott (mentioned), cc!aimsey (mentioned)

word count : 4.3k

note : christmas fic christmas fic christmas fic!!! december is one of my favourite times of the year and suddenly i am so inspired like i haven’t written anything in ages but december rolls around and boom here’s a 4k wilbur fic. thank you to carrie for letting me yell at her about this fic.

it wasn’t unusual for tommy to call you and ask for a ride home. he would catch an uber somewhere and sometimes he’d go to book one home and the nearest car would be over an hour away, so if his parents were busy he turned to the next best thing; his siblings. 

the internet was well aware of the younger boy’s habit of adopting older creators as family members. phil and kristin were his parents, and you and wilbur were his older siblings, and you were more than happy to give him lifts whenever you were free. 

“can you come pick me up?”

“hello to you too, tommy.” you had just ended your stream, and were processing the footage for editing to go on your youtube channel. “where are you?”

“i’m about twenty minutes from your place, i can text you the address.” tommy answered. “please?”

you were already putting on your coat. “alright, send me the address, i’ll be there soon.”

“you’re a life-saver, atom,” tommy said. you huffed at the nickname, given to you because “you barely matter” as tom had joked one afternoon a few months ago. before you could respond, he had hung up.

“shithead,” you pocketed your phone and bent down to tie your laces. your phone vibrated in your pocket, probably tommy with the address. you pulled it out one handed as you tightened your shoes. without looking, you copied the address into google maps and pressed enter, putting it on your dashboard mount. 

it should have clicked when you passed the dive bar you used to frequent. it should have clicked when you passed the corner shop.  it should have clicked when you passed the ginger stray you used to pet on your walk to the corner shop. perhaps you were in denial, but you didn’t register where you were until you were parked in front of the building.

you were nervous when you’d first moved in there. you had lived in the same shitty flat since uni, and when wilbur had tentatively asked you to to move in with him you had your doubts. not because you didn’t love will, no that was the least of your issues. you just didn’t want to step on his toes, it was his place after all. you were hesitant to bring your things in, feeling guilty when wilbur’s novels were moved to make room for your plants, when he had to install another rack to hold all your shoes, when you had come home from the bakery and found wilbur had swapped out his sheets for a set of yours. but over time, wilbur had eased you into it, and soon it was just as much your place as it was his. 

now it was just his again. it hadn’t been yours for nearly a year, and yet when you pulled into the strip of parking you had to consciously go to the ‘guests’ section. you took your phone off the dock, your knee jumping up and down as you called tommy. he didn’t answer. you texted him. and again. then you called a second time, leaving him a desperate voicemail. fifteen minutes went by and tommy hadn’t even read any of your texts, so you huffed, realising that you were going to have to physically go and retrieve tommy. 

you dug out your key card from the depths of your purse, praying that wilbur didn’t block your card. the light turned green and you breathed a sigh of relief, pushing the door open. in an attempt to make it take longer, hoping and praying that tommy would reply before you reached the third floor. you reached the top of the stairs and sighed, counting to three in your head before knocking. “tom? it’s me!” you knocked again, not wanting mr adams next door to hear your voice and come out to talk to you. he was a nice older man, but you didn’t want to be in this building for a second longer than you had to. “tommy?” you inhaled. “will?”

you heard a muffled voice, and the door swung open in front of you. “tom.” you breathed another sigh of relief. “great. let’s go, i have a video to edit.”

“wait, i have to grab my stuff.” tommy said, and then he was off, and you were alone. 

the first thing that struck you was how the place looked. it was exactly the same as when you had been there. you turned around to the end table behind the door. a few unopened letters, a small wooden bowl, and a small plant. the bowl had been your idea, weeks of wilbur coming to you with “darling, do you know where my keys are?” before you caved and bought it for him. lo and behold, his keyes were nestled inside, spotify code keychain that you had also bought him sitting face up. the plant was new, and you ran a finger over the leaf.

on the couch there was a grey woollen blanket thrown over the back, also yours. though, technically he had bought it. you were the only one who used it, complaining about the cold. as lovely as you thought will’s flat was the heating barely worked. will radiated warmth, both physically and emotionally. 

the entire flat still contained your presence. any random person wouldn’t be able to tell that you hadn’t lived there since you and wilbur broke up. 

“hey.”

you spun around, wilbur smiling sheepishly. “sorry, sorry. would it be awfully cliche if I said I didn’t mean to startle you?”

you laughed breathily. “yes. but it’s okay.”

he nodded, guilty smile still pinched across his face. “tommy’s just grabbing his shit. you know that kid, fucking menace.”

if tommy noticed how awkward it was, he didn’t say anything. you and wilbur both brightened visibly when he came through the door. watching wilbur hug tom goodbye, squeezing his shoulder gently, it hits you suddenly that you haven’t seen wilbur in nearly seven months.

you’re quiet as you drop tommy off, and he wants to apologise. wants to say sorry for making you pick him up and not telling you his phone was on the verge of dying. he wants to say he’s sorry for all those times you cancelled streams, claiming you “weren’t feeling well” when he knew you were upset about wilbur. 

but tommy also saw all those times wilbur was curled up in that grey blanket you left behind. buying plants to fill in the gaps of things you took and to give him a purpose, something that depended on him. he saw the way wilbur’s eyes brightened when he heard your voice, his shoulder’s slumping before the door shut when you left. 

how one time he’d had stood in front of a drunk wilbur, tear tracks running down his face and had to wrestle will’s phone off him to stop him from calling you. 

tommy didn’t know what had happened between you two; you were adults, he was only seventeen at the time. it felt naive of him to think you two belonged together, but he couldn’t help it. 

“thanks for driving me.” he said earnestly as he stepped out of the car. you nodded and gave him a pained smile. “i love you.”

it wasn’t a normal occurrence, saying things like that, but you softened. “i love you.” tommy brightened seeing your more genuine expression, but he could still see that your interaction with wilbur had left you upset. 

you collapsed back onto your sofa once you were home, not in the mood to edit your video anymore. 

wilbur always worked too much. it was something his viewers loved; how dedicated he was to them. but they didn’t see the sleepless nights, when you would wake up to wilbur typing frantically in his notes app, a muffled “go back to sleep, darling” when he noticed you were awake.

but then it turned to missing entire nights of sleep, coming back from streaming to find wilbur passed out on the couch, shoes still on from last night. sometimes he would talk to you about it, laying on your chest as you ran your fingers through his hair and whispering about how he didn’t want to let anyone down.

you soothed him as best as you could, but you knew that the dark circles and the endless cups of coffee would only get worse. he didn’t have the time or energy to take care of himself, let alone you. not that you needed him to take care of you, but the two of you lived together and you probably talked to the fedex person more than you did your boyfriend.

you’d only been split for eight months, but you’d been missing him for far longer.

you were putting up christmas decorations when tommy called next. stringing lights across the shelves in your office, only bothered to decorate the one room. it wasn’t like you’d be doing anything anyway. “yeah, tom?” your phone was wedged between your shoulder and ear as you tried to detangle the lights. 

“hey, me and will were streaming together and i have to get home like, now but my dad isn’t available until three,” tommy explained, and you winced at the sound of wilbur’s name. “i totally get it if you can’t, but-“

“i’ll be there, but i’m going to mcdonald’s on the way back and you are paying.” tommy laughed and you had to move the phone away from your ear, giving up on the lights for the time being. “will still has the same office right?”

“yeah you can get there alright?” he asked. “you don’t need the address?” you assured him you’d be fine, and he paused guiltily. “we may also be locked in. the door broke again.”

“jesus,” you shook your head. “yeah, alright i’ll come let you out. dickhead,” you smiled at his noise of indignation before hanging up.

this time it was worse. the last time you’d been planning on avoiding wilbur until about five minutes before you saw him. this time you had the whole drive over to think about what it would be like. his hair was longer, you’d noticed when you first saw him. you always loved it when his hair was longer but it got in his face too much and he hated the feeling. 

you’d cut his hair for him once. wilbur sitting on a chair in the kitchen of your flat (this was before you’d moved in together) while you sat on the bench behind him, swinging your legs ever so slightly as he gazed adoringly up at you.

“let me take a picture,” you’d giggled, turning to grab your phone. “you look so cute.”

“no,” he’d whined. “darling,” he’d still smiled when you prompted, and you looked softly at your screen, completely enamoured. “do not post that anywhere, can’t have anyone knowing that i simp for you.”

“dork,” you had put your phone down and ruffled his hair, some loose hairs falling out from where you’d cut. 

you pulled your car up to the pavement and went up to wilbur’s office. it was a fairly small building, and you managed to get there without anyone asking any questions. 

you reached the office and peered inside. it was dark. you opened the door and stuck your head in, but there was no one inside. “hey!” tommy said much too loudly, him and wilbur coming around the corner. your eyes flicked between the two of them, narrowing slightly.

“i thought you said the door was locked?” you asked uncertainly.

“it’s not,” tommy said simply, and he reached a hand out and shoved you through the open door, shutting it behind you. “but it will be.”

“what the fuck?” you banged on the window.

tom pushed wilbur over, but the older man just looked at him incredulously. “have you lost your mind?”

“please?” tommy asked, gesturing to where you were glaring at him.

“no!” wilbur said, hitting tommy’s arm off his shoulder. “you’re a dickhead. now let her out.”

“fine.” tommy’s shoulders slumped and he moved out of the way. wilbur rolled his eyes at tommy, saying he’d do it and then making will. his hand wrapped around the doorknob and he was halfway through an apology to you when tommy’s hand collided with his back.

wilbur stumbled toward and you both watched in horror as tommy shut the door, triumphantly locking it with a click.

“tommy you fucker!” wilbur yelled.

“now, i may have been lying about needing a lift and being locked in the office, but i wasn’t lying about needing to go home.”

“thomas if you leave i’m gonna delete your channel!” tommy actually looked nervous at wilbur’s threat. “open the door.”

tommy sighed again, finally giving up. he jiggled the doorknob and his eyes widened. “okay i would let you out but i may have broken the door.”

he backed away, both you and will yelling at him. 

you turned so your back was against the door, sitting down with your knees up to your chest. will came to sit next to you. “are you okay?”

“i just don’t like knowing there’s no way out of a room.” you said quietly. “i don’t like being trapped.”

“i know,” he said softly. “is there anything i can do besides breaking a window?”

you exhaled, smiling weakly. “can you just talk to me?” you fiddled nervously, suddenly worried about what he would think.

“of course i can.” without realising, wilbur had reached out and was dragging his thumb gently over the back of your hand. “you know that step down the street from ou-my flat? the one that you always used to trip on? they fixed it.” you didn’t seem to notice his mistake, so he kept going. “and there’s a new bar a few miles away and we’ve been trying to get them to let us play there, so we might have a new gig bar soon.”

your breathing was more even now, and he squeezed your hand gently. you squeezed back and he smiled.

you could vaguely hear tommy saying he was going to get maintenance, and wilbur shuffled. “i’m gonna see if i can jimmy it with a card. could you grab one for me please?” 

you reached over to will’s desk and grabbed a random card out of his wallet. you went to hand it to him but before he could grab it you took a closer look. “you kept this?”

over a year ago as a joke you’d bought him one of those simp cards from the arthur meme, and it had your name written underneath it. “you’re only allowed to simp for me,” you’d say as you gave it to him, making him crack up.

“yeah,” wilbur admitted, his cheeks turning warm. “guess i forgot it was there.”

he shoved it into the lock and wiggled it around until he heard a click and the door swung open. “here.” he tried to give it back to you, but you shook your head.

“you can keep it, or throw it out. whatever you want. it’s yours,” you babbled, not meeting his eyes.

wilbur wasn’t sure what came over him in the next ten seconds, but before he could stop himself he blurted out “does this mean i’m still allowed to love you?”

your gaze shot up and your eyes met wilbur’s, warm and brown, filled with uncertainty. eventually, you nodded. “always.”

wilbur wasn’t sure if that was if that was an invitation, but before he could stop himself he was wrapping his arms around you. you burrowed into his chest, breathing deeply. “did tommy really parent-trap us?”

“well,” you replied shyly. “don’t they get back together in the parent trap? not exactly accurate to the source material.”

“well we all know how important it is,” wilbur said quietly, eyes flicking down for just an instant. 

“very important,” he could feel your breath on his face.

“it’s a christmas miracle!”

“it’s gonna be if i don’t kill him,” wilbur muttered, teeth gritted as you pulled apart to find tommy. he was holding a stick, and seemed to register your confusion.

“couldn’t find maintenance, so i went outside and found this.” he said proudly. “i was helping.”

“yeah actually,” will said genuinely, holding his hand out. “give us a look.” tommy handed the stick to wilbur and was promptly hit in the face with it. “that’s for locking us in there, bastard.”

“ow.” tommy picked the stick off the ground and chucked it at wilbur, but it just bounced off the door behind him. “okay fine. i’m sorry.”

“you better be,” you stepped towards him and he flinched, clearly sure you were going to attack him like wilbur had. “come on, let’s go.”

as tommy said goodbye to wilbur, the two of you made eye contact over tom’s shoulder. he smiled at you, and you smiled back. he raised his eyebrows slightly, grin overtaking his face. you nodded almost imperceptibly. he’d call you.

he didn’t. 

it had been two weeks since you’d last spoken, and he never called you. you didn’t want to admit that it hurt you. you had spent eight months trying to get over wilbur, all that progress destroyed in an instant.

you’d never deleted his contact, not even when you first broke up. you hovered over it debating on whether to call him, before exiting out and closing your phone.

your phone stayed dark for approximately one second before it was lighting up again. you answered, “yeah, tommy?”

“so, atom, me and a few others were thinking of having a little christmas get together on the 23rd? would you want to come?” he rushed out, wanting to get the words out before you said anything.

you considered it for a second. your parents would be going on holiday. they invited you, but you always wanted to spend your christmas with wilbur. this year, you’d declined again, without really knowing the reason. it’s not like you had other plans.

“yeah, alright,” you said, and you heard tom let out a triumphant breath on the other side. “who’s coming?”

“you, phil and kristin, tubbo, james, ranboo, maybe aimsey, a few other people maybe…” he trailed off, and you frowned.

“wilbur?” you asked.

“yeah.” tommy admitted. “but there will be enough people that you can be a coward and not talk to him.”

“tommy,” you said, voice low. “don’t.”

“okay, i’m sorry. please come?”

it’s not like you had anything better to do. “i’ll be there, tommy. don’t worry.” 

the things you would do for that fucker. he could never know. god knows his head was big enough without you telling him that.

while you were quietly dreading it, tommy seemed almost giddy with excitement. so you forced a smile and acted happy about it, even after tommy abandoned you within thirty seconds of you arriving. 

you managed to strike up a conversation with ranboo, though, grateful that you knew everyone. you’d isolated yourself quite a bit after the breakup, worried that your friends would rather be friends with will.

your worries were shattered when you were  engulfed in a hug from him. they seemed really interested in your upcoming projects and you asked about his with equal fervour. 

the night was going much better than you’d expected, and it was winding down when wilbur finally approached you. joni mitchell singing through the speakers about her lover making her weak in the knees, sipping on a drink with your head resting on top of aimsey’s.

“hey,” he was quiet, words slurred more from being tired than drunk. “can we talk?”

you looked down at aimsey, who was immersed in conversation with james and tommy, so you slid off the counter and followed him down the hall. tommy’s flat was small, so the two of you found a quiet corner. your shoulder was pressed into the wall, looking at him over the rim of your glass as he fiddled with his glasses. “i’m sorry i didn’t call.”

“it’s fine.” you said stiffly.

“no, it’s not.” he pressed. “i fucked up. not just when i didn’t call. i fucked up when we were still together.”

“will,” you tried. “it’s okay. it’s the past.”

“but you’re not.” he said. “you’re not the past, not my past. at least, i don’t want you to be.” he took a shuddering breath. “i was so worried about letting people down that i fucked up, and i ruined us.”

“you didn’t ruin anything.” it came out breathy, just above a whisper and you gave him a watery smile. “definitely not us.”

you didn’t know why you were getting so emotional, maybe it was how cold and dreary it had been, maybe it was exhaustion or the alcohol. or maybe it was because wilbur had taken your hands in his and pressed them to his lips. 

“i’m so sorry, darling,” he murmured against your fingers, squeezing his eyes shut tight. “so so sorry.”

“it’s not your fault, will.” you said. “i could have done something.”

he opened his eyes and met yours, shining as you tried to fight back tears. “i’m so hard to handle, and i’m selfish and i’m sad,” he sang along to joni mitchell softly, pulling you forward to wrap your arms around him. he smelled like cinnamon, and he let you cry for as long as you needed.

you pulled away softly, looking at him as your hand ghosted over his jaw. “you didn’t lose me, will.” 

“you’re saying you think you’re the best baby i ever had?” he asked, eyes shining, and you pushed him away. 

you giggled. “how presumptuous of me.”

“you would be correct though,” he admitted, coming to pull you close again, swaying on the spot. he leant forward and pressed his lips to yours, you threading your hands into his hair.

“you have got to let me cut this,” you mumbled, and wilbur laughed against your mouth. he pressed his forehead against your shoulder, and took a shaky breath.

“i miss you.” he said. “i stopped working so much, i’ve been taking care of myself more. let me love you again?”

his voice wobbled, clearly so sure that you would reject him. he had hurt you, he knew that. will let his thumbs stroke up and down your arms and you got goosebumps even through your jumper. “you do have a permit, don’t you?”

he laughed, relief thick in his voice. “of course, darling. have my card in my wallet.”

“then i guess that’s okay.” you said, as if it didn’t matter to you all that much. “as long as you let me love you.”

“you can do whatever you want,” wilbur kissed you again. “as long as it’s with me.”

[sweetnsour1]

10:19

Fluff, x g/n reader (feat. Bakugou & Kaminari)

You blinked back at the sunlight cutting across the patio, slowly seeing more of a silhouette talking to Bakugou. You elbowed him in the side until he nodded as if you’d spoken.

“Oh. Just Kaminari.”

“Just? What kinda’ intro is that.” The blue shades slid back into his hair, showing off the creases around his eyes when his smile widened at you.

“Hel-“

“Sorry, but you are so pretty.” You paused at the interruption, tilting your head to take in his expression and features.

“Oh? Thanks. You’re pretty too.” You turned back to the man beside you. “Gonna grab a drink. See you guys inside?”

“Um…dude?”

“Hmm?”

“Did they just shoot me down or?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care.”

You heard the scraping of a chair as you wandered into the building. The air was much cooler than the summer you’d left on the other side of glass. Yet the bakery atmosphere was thick with cinnamon, meeting you with a different sort of warmth. You jumped as a hand wound around your waist. You relaxed into it as you saw the pink skin tone.

“Mina, I almost smacked the shit out of you.”

“Um, you should smack people who grab you.”

The guys caught up as you wriggled loose of your friend’s grip. She squealed just as you broke free.

“I love your earrings!” Your hand flew up to your ears, curious which ones you’d put on earlier. You found the cool surface of clay polymer and laughed.

“Thanks, they’re my new favorites.”

“Mmm, I like ‘em too. Didn’t even notice them at first. Only saw that beautiful face.” You turned your smile to Kaminari as he fell into the seat beside Mina.

“I’ll have to let the guy know he should work harder at the earrings if my face is stealing the attention.” Your eyes darted to the table, seeing she had already started breakfast without you. “I’m gonna grab a coffee. You good?” Mina took a large bite of the muffin she’d been working on and waved you off in the direction of the counter.

“The fuck keeps happening?”

“What? If you spilled on my fur again, I’m covering you in acid.”

“They-dude, I don’t even have anything. What would I spill? Wait… wasn’t I annoyed about something other than you?” You caught the sound of a soft slap. “Ow.”

You took your time looking through the display case and menu, letting their bickering float around you. Mina seemed to have countless faux brothers she bantered with like this.

“Oh, so am I broken or are theyyy?” The blonde’s voice morphed into a whine…very younger brother of him. “I mean, NO reaction? I’m not that fuckin’ low on the hero charts, what’s the deal?”

“Hmm. Maybe they don’t like blondes…or idiots.”

“Shut your-“

You turned just in time to see a pink finger flick a forehead. You sipped at your drink, hovering near the chair they’d left open for you once you reached the table.

“They don’t have a problem with blondes.” You smiled at the way Bakugou chimed in without looking up from his phone. He always seemed to be actively listening to his friends no matter what he was pretending to be more focused on.

“Sorry, kami…they just don’t like you then.”

Bakugou finally looked up at you when you still hadn’t settled into the seat beside him. You shook your drink at him, rattling the ice.

“This is really good. Sure you didn’t want one? It’s a new spiced one.”

“What about meee?” You laughed. The whine still hadn’t left Kaminari’s tone. He really was giving off younger sibling energy.

“Spiced? You seem like you prefer the sugary stuff.”

“You’re so sweet I could skip the sugar.” You hummed, processing the information.

“So you want me to get you a spiced one?”

His mouth fell open. “What? No, I-“ You sat down, watching his desperate gaze fly from a laughing Mina to a smirking Bakugou. “What…is…happening…to me?”

“They’re just not great with that.” You furrowed your brows as a pink hand gave unsolicited head pats, tugging your head away from her reach after she got a couple taps in.

“What does that EVEN mean?”

Someone grabbed your drink from your loosened grip as you swatted at the pink attack that was never ending.

“They didn’t even realize we were dating for a few weeks.” Bakugou took a long sip from your drink. “That is good.”

“Hey! I said I’d get you your own.” You yanked it back, frowning at the new level halfway down the ice. “What’re you guys talkin’ about anyway?”

“How pretty you are.” You rolled your eyes, shoving him out of his chair.

“Haha. Very funny. Go buy me another one of these, you monster.”

“Sure thing, beautiful.” You smacked his hand away as it pinched at your heated cheek. You saw Kaminari’s mouth was open.

“What…is…HAPPENING?” You laughed as Mina pet him like a dog.

“There there.”

Masterlist

Just some mindless bakusquad I guess?//might edit later

[copias-fluffy-asscheeks]

Cupcakes N' Cuddles

CardinalCopia x reader

angst, hurt/comfort, fluff.

warnings: words of self-judgement, mentally drained Copia, !self-harm!, Copias got the big sads, comfort & lots of much needed snuggles, kisses and cuddles.

Wordcount: 2.7K words

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You had a pep in your step. The day was bright, warm and beautiful, an average early spring evening with birds chirping and singing, siblings of sin going about their duties, wandering the gardens, the halls, talking, gigging. The ministry seemed so alive on a day like this, the siblings of sin and overall everyone seemed happy and in a good mood. You had been relieved from your duties of the day, and while running errands you had picked up some red velvet cupcakes from a small bakery in town; ones you knew Copia loved.

Strolling down the halls, dimly lit with the sun setting through the small glass stained windows. Dinner was over, and you were surprised that Copia had not showed; he had taken over the main face of the clergy after the departure and retirement of Terzo Emeritus, and even though he had been one hell of an efficient and eager worker before his big role change, he'd had to work even harder now. To say the least, it had taken a small toll on him. Your usually so gentle and sweet cardinal was now a bit stricter, more snappy and he barely left his office. You could not blame him, it was a big thing for him, and it must have felt like the entire ministry building had just been placed for him to balance on his shoulders.

You had stopped by his office earlier to see if he'd join for dinner in the large dining hall, but you hadn't found him, so you had figured he had finally left that little box to get a well deserved rest.

Walking the halls -small, nicely wrapped box of cupcakes still in your hands- you made it to Copia's room, gently knocking. No response came. He must have been sleeping, so you quietly opened the door, stepping inside. you hung your coat on a little coat hanger he had near his door, taking off your shoes.

Alarm started to ring in your head when you approached his bedroom; small sobs, whimpers and sniffles could be heard, even if barely audible. You placed the cakes down on the nearest table or shelf you saw, moving a bit quicker now.

Not wanting to burst into his room, you knocked quietly before opening the door with the softest creak.

There he was.

On his bed, face muffling his sniffles into his pillow, latching on to the thing as if for dear life.

oh, poor little dove.

You let out a little noise of distress, hurrying over to your dear Copia as he lay there, weeping. At the noises, he weakly picked his head up; his cheeks, the tips of his ears and his nose were red, his hair tousled, his eye-paint smudged and streaked, the same with his top lip paint, and his eyes, -also red- were puffy, he looked miserable.

You were quick to sit next to him on the bed, and he squirmed away from you in the slightest, ashamed, burying his face back into his pillow to hide his sorrows from you; he did not want to pester you with his issues, even if you were his girlfriend. Tough, as soon as you placed a small, gentle hand on his shoulder, rubbing miniature soothing motions onto the cassock he was still wearing, such a gentle yet worried expression pasted on your features, he gave in. He let go of the pillow, moving instead to tug you closer. You sat criss-cross in front of him, and he wrapped his arms around you so tight you thought he might just stop allowing your lungs from moving, but you did not mind. His legs straddling yours are he rested in you lap, face buried in the crook of your neck as you let him sob against you. One of your hands came to cradle the back of his head, the other tracing soothing shapes into his back gently as you coed to him oh so softly.

After quite the while of not talking and just letting him get his comfort from you, you pulled back, still holding him, but just enough to see his face, tear and paint stained cheeks and his runny nose. He looked at you, wide eyed and still sniffling, looking away after just a few seconds, utterly embarrassed; yes, you got to see more of him and his personality then most people did, and he cared so greatly for you, but really, all he needed was to be cared for, even if you cared for him so much, he was too afraid to tell you or anyone about what he actually needed, and now he had let it boil up until he finally burst. He was so stressed, everyone expected so much of him. He was oh such a broken man, he felt like a wreck, but the look you had in your eyes drew him back to look at you, tears rolling freely down his cheeks even as he tired to keep his breathing even and steady.

''Do you want to tell me what happened?'' you offered an inviting and warm smile, the one Copia had grown to love so so so much. The cardinal swallowed, the saliva in his mouth thick, the lump in his throat seemingly wanting to stop his from making any noise at all.

You reached up to his shoulders to give him some sense of comfort and stability, but as you slowly and soothingly but firmly rubbed your hands down to his upper arms, the cardinal let out a quiet squeak before he hissed and pulled away, eyes wide. Your eyes widened in alarm too, wondering how and how badly you had accidentally hurt him. ''Shit, Copia I'm so so sorry.'' You mumbled out, a worried frown on your face before your eyes softened as soon as it hit you. The realization was like the load of a dump truck; you had seen the cardinal undressed many times before, and the very faint scars that painted at some points of his body did not go unnoticed to you, but you did not want to push him and ask questions, you stayed respectful, so you had merely kissed them a couple of times, giving your poor little cardinal an understanding little nod. You felt a tear brick at your eye, but you bit it back; this was about him, not you.

You wrapped your arms tightly around him again and as soon as you did he broke down once more, mumbling out apologies, feeling so so guilty that you had to deal with this.

''Shhh, Copia. If you don't want to tell me it's okay, you take your time, hm?'' you soothed, one hand again cradling the back of his head, running your nails over his scalp in a nice little massage. He gave a shaky exhale before pulling away slightly, wiping his tears and trying his absolute best to stifle the new ones. ''Sorry I eh...'' his voice cracked motioning his hand around his face, staring at your shoulder where his face had been buried. ''The paint.. smudgy..'' he muttered. ''I- I ruined your shirt.'' His voice was a mere squeak, so quiet.

''The last thing I care about is my shirt, right now, Copia.'' you reassured the man, not breaking eye contact. ''Can I see?'' you prompted gently, motioning to his upper arm. Copia's eyes flashed with alarm, but he knew you, and he knew you were not to judge him. A little reluctantly, he fumbled with his cassock, seeing it would be easier he just unbuttoned the top half of his cassock, letting the black fabric pool at his hips on the bed.

There they were, the scars that were barely visible now layered with a couple of fresher ones, a light trickle of blood still flowing from them. You studied them carefully, careful not to touch them as you traced your finger around the slightly red area. His eyes brimmed with tears again, the look in his eyes guilty as could ever be; he felt selfish. He felt that he should not bring this upon you, that this was his fault and his shit to deal with. ''I'm so sorry..'' He whispered, tears once again freely rolling down his cheeks.

You shushed him gently, wrapping your arms around him securely and once again letting him weep into you. You pulled back, placing his pillow back on his lap for him to latch on to as you got up from his bed, looking around until you heard Copia murmur. ''Please don't leave me.'' He begged quietly, and you turned to see him looking at you with desperate hope in his eyes.

''Copia, dear.. Of course not.'' you soothed, shaking your head, saddened by the idea he thought you'd leave him, even in this state. ''I'm just going to grab you a few things and get you situated, yes? We are going to have a nice relaxing night, then you can forget this all happened.'' You offered, and saw another glint of soft hope, and even, if you dare say it, the slightest hint of a happier expression on his swollen and tear stained features. He nodded, and you walked off, out of his room, walking to the shelf you had left the velvet cupcakes for him, taking them in one hand and walking into the kitchen to get him a nice fresh glass of water before trotting back along through his room into his bathroom. You grabbed a wash cloth, wetting it with warm water, and reaching in a cupboard for a couple of band-aids.

Copia's eyes lit up once he saw you walking back over to him at the bed with everything you had gathered for him. His heart swelled, and for a moment he was able to forget about everything and just get lost in your kind, warm eyes and actions.

You placed the little box with cupcakes, the band-aids and the glass of water on his nightstand, washcloth in hand and climbing back onto the bed. You motioned the man over, and he obliged without any questions, and you maneuvered him so his head was resting in your lap, giving him another little smile before you dragged the warm, soothing and fluffy washcloth over his features, soothing the red and sore skin, removing the streaking and ruined makeup with the gentlest hands he's ever known. You kept going with that a little longer, even after all his makeup was removed as Copia relaxed into the warm sensation. You removed the cloth after a good while, and the cardinal already looked so much better then he had just moments before. Turning the washcloth around to make sure it was clean and would not cause infection to the cardinal's arm, you motioned him to shift over so you could get a better look at the wounds; they were not deep, and there were not too many of them, but that did not make in any less important of course, you were just happy he had not caused himself too much serious harm.

You gently dragged the piece of damp and warm fabric around his arm, cleaning up the mess and careful not do do anything that hurt. His shoulders visibly untensed and he gave a small sigh, turning to sit back in front of you when you were done. You efficiently put band-aids on the worst ones, patting his back as you finished the work.

''Here, lets get you out of this and nice and tucked in, yeah?'' you raised your eyebrows in question, and Copia squeaked a quiet affirmation as he shifted his hips off the matters to help let you remove his cassock. Once he was down to his boxers he moved to sit against the headboard, tugging the blanket over himself. You sat on the blanket next to him, picking up the water you had gotten him and held it to him, and he gratefully took it with a weak smile, taking the glass and holding it up to his lips and taking a few very big gulps.

''Heh.. Grazie.'' He gave a little nod of his head, trying to reach over you to put the glass back himself, but you took it from him to place it back for him.

''So do you want to tell me what's wrong?'' You questioned, a slight tilt to your head as you spoke, turning back to him.

''I-..'' he was quiet for a long moment before you spoke up again ''Take however long you need, Copia. I'm not going anywhere.''

The cardinal gave a sigh, and you wrapped a comforting arm around his shoulders.

''I... I guess.. just.. stress of the new entire.. situation..'' Copia admitted, and it was to no surprise, of course, but you listened. ''I try my best, I really do but-'' his voice cracked, tears threatening to spill over for the many times again tonight. ''I can't.. I'll never be as good as Secondo,, or.. or Terzo, or..''

''Shh, Copia. You'll make a fine Papa, you are doing so good already.''

''But I won't be as good as Terzo, or even Nihil, or..''

''You don't have to be.''

Copia looked up at you, his eyes wide and brimmed with tears. ''What if I fail the entire ministry, who am I if I can't be like them?''

''Simple. You are Copia. My little Copia, and I am so proud of you. You are doing amazing, and you will keep doing amazing.''

He gave a huff of disbelief. ''What if I make mistakes?'' His eyebrows were raised, a free tear rolling down his cheek. Your hand came up to cup it, thumb wiping away the salty tear drop. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes as he fraught to control his breathing and not take too many hitched breaths of air.

''When, -Not if, Copia- when you make mistakes, I'll be here to help you and tell you about it, and so will the entire ministry. Never ever has there been a perfect Papa, they have all made mistakes, yet they are still seen as great Papa's, because they were. They gave the ministry their all, and that is what matters.'' You confirmed, keeping eye contact until Copia could not bear to look at you. Your words struck him in the best way, and he broke down in tears yet again, his arms snaking around your waist and he buried his face in your chest and shoulder, and you let him sob and hold onto you, raking your fingertips over his scalp.

One he had calmed down a little bit, you reached over to your side and grabbed the little box of cupcakes, placing it on your lap and opening the box. Copia pulled away from you and wiped his tears, sniffling a little. ''I got you a little something in the city today.'' you explained, taking one of the cute cakes and holding it up to his lips. ''I know you like velvet.''

He looked at the little cake you held up before him, a little pitiful smile quirked at his lips. He sniffled ''R-really? per me?'' He questioned. ''Of course they are for you, cardinal.'' Nodding, you waved it in front of his face a little. He reached up and took a bite, and you handed him the cake to eat, also grabbing one for yourself.

You two shared a comfortable silence as you ate, Copia often stealing grateful glances at you, his eyes full of adoration and warmth, and you returned his gaze with the equal amount of what he gave you.

When you finished your cupcakes, you had asked him if he was doing better, and he had nodded, mumbling out quietly how he was doing much better now you were here.

You had now cuddled up together in bed after he had asked you to say, even though you were not planning on leaving him, he was laying cuddled and curled up into your chest whilst you hummed a soft tune to him, caressing his back in little circles and nonsense letters.

Copia looked up from where he had hidden his face in your chest and gave you a warm little smile, he looked sleepy and ready to start snoring any second. ''Dolce?'' he whispered, and you looked down. ''Yes?''

''I love you.''

Your heart melted, even with how many times he had told you that before it felt like a first every time; the first love confession coming from two love-drunk kids, not a high ranking ministry member and a sibling of sin. You placed one kiss on the pointy tip of his nose, then lavished his cheeks, forehead, temples and nose with more, until your mouth met his. The kiss was slow and gentle, and once you pulled away you both had tears in your eyes.

''I love you too, Copia.''

*𖤐*

AN: I don't know what to say about this one- It was a piece of work to write to say the least. Anyway, this will be the first fanfiction I write on here! Ask box is open for any suggestions!

(No more Seestor or Nihil porn for Satan's sake please.)

[demon-dm-22]

It's #khocweek! And here are my (adopted)siblings for day one.

Art of Kin-kin Takehanta by @leekiings

Art of Korey Takehanta and Sol by @idiot-caricigarette

Kin-kin is a Xehanort clone who's dna was mixed up with Subject X. Her "uncle" found her, panicked and split her heart into 7 pieces as an infant. He then gave her to Kin-kins adopted father and threw the pieces far into the split realm of light.

Two of these holders, Emerald and Damien Hallow (I'll post them soon) followed the small child and gave their pieces back.

Kin-kin knows she's adopted. She knows she's missing pieces but she's unaware of her origins at the start of her TTRPG. Her "sister" is a piece of her heart encompassing Bravery, Nikki whom I'm sure some of you have seen with Vanitas.

Kinkin likes playing drums in a band with her brother. Her favorite animals are reptiles and amphibious creatures. Her world, Dawnbreaker Mountain is very much inspired by Gravity falls complete with woods, mountains and lakes.

She's outgoing and respectful but a little odd and quirky. She's sensitive and hates fighting unless it means helping others. She is very empathetic with those who have been affected by Darkness and tends to feel soft towards heartless and nobodies. She's about 19 when she starts her journey to find her shards with Korey and three new friends.

Korey (seen here with his friend Sol-an Oc of @queen-with-the-quill on the other hand is about 16. A rainbow baby, he was born a few years after their parents adopted Kin-kin. He's a showboat. Outgoing, spectacular but tends to favor himself in regaling stories. He has a strange spell cast on him that prevents his damaging magic from working and can only heal.

He likes pizza, sports, music and just being a punky teenager. He's obsessed with cryptids and mythical creatures, especially dragons.

He works two jobs to earn munny and still can help his parents bakery. He's extremely polite until he gets to know people then tends to be a bit mischievous.

He wants to explore worlds so much that he unknowingly can transport himself through the dark corridors with the protection of one of Kin-Kin's pieces. He's afraid of Darkness and a bit if who he really is.

He loves Kin-kin a lot but they definitely are still siblings and squabble often. The two know sign language together and have silent arguments with one another.

Korey adopted a Cornish Rex, tuxedo pattern they named Mozzarella.

Here's some fun posts of some art of them!

Im so excited to share these dorks with you! For @khoc-week !

My ttrpg with my friends starts in 3 weeks! I'll be sure to share notes as it goes along. Thanks again <3

Looking forward to seeing all the fun OCs this week!

[cuichichan]

can you write a fic about how y/n is miles 42s little sister and she kinda works at a little bakery to help Rio pay bills

2sweet

Morales siblings<3

summary: Mama needs help, so you do what you can to help her, but Miles doesn’t approve. Tags: @ask-the-prowler this you? @mayearies @primaviva

A/n : Big brother miles owns my heart thanks anon<3

You were always too sweet, naive and fragile, something Miles always wanted to protect. You were his baby sister, it just came naturally. To him you were an Angel sent from heaven to guide him through life.

When you saw your mom working late at the hospital you plopped on your bed as you heard the door open, it was uncle Aaron. He took off his coat and announced with a loud voice “I brought Chinese takeout!” You and your brother came rushing out of your rooms, him not so much but you could tell he was hungry.

As you sat down to eat you had an idea, what if you get a job! As kids Miles would tell you that you were an amazing chef, but then again you guys were eating toy food.. But it still counts right? You know your brother has it different, but he’s your big brother and you just want to help him and your momma.

After eating you scurry off to your room and start scrolling through your phone. “Jobs wanted..” you mumbled to yourself. Miles walks in to do his “hourly” , as he calls it “You’re being bad, what are you doing” check in. He plops on your bed leaning into the mattress. “Watcha doin” he murmured “Eating chocolate” “I want some” “of course you do” you teased him. “No seriously what are you doing..” “Looking for a job obviously” you smirked, a job at the panadería 2 blocks away.

“Hell no, you ain’t getting no job, you’re 13, you’re still a baby” he snatched the phone right out of your hands. “GIVE IT BACK MILESSS” you whined “only if you don’t get a job” “fine..” you obviously were going to go against his wishes, can’t be good all the time, right?

Next morning, it was Saturday, up out of bed at about 12pm and stare at the wall, get dressed and go out, same every Saturday. “I’m going out with friends!” You quickly scurried out of the house, running toward the bakery.

"Hi? I'm (NAME) Morales, here to work Señora " You said as you walked in. The old lady at the register smiled, she was Mexican, her big smile and warm cozy bakery made you smile. She walked over, or should you say waddled? The sound of her cane hitting the ground harmonized with the Bolero's in the back. After she instructed you what to do, you got to work.

After a long day you got home at around 7pm. As you entered your apartment flat you were greeted by your brother, well not greeted more like scolded. What happened to hello, how are you, am i right?

Well, after that "Welcome home" you snuck into your mom's room and placed some of the tips you made on the nightstand.

Hopefully that will help.. and even if it does, you'll still work at the bakery.

[hotnbloodied]

Yan!Zhongli X Chubby Baker Reader

!Warning! This post contains yandere themes and topics that may be uncomfortable to people who are sensitive to the topic, read at your own discretion.

TW: Kidnapping, imprisonment, unhealthy relationships.

!!READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!!

5AM; it was time to wake up and start your work day as a baker in Liyue! Bakeries are the best way to start the day in Liyue, the varieties of baked goods and with the combo of a tea to start the day there’s nothing better here! You were one of those bakers that worked at a popular bakery owned by your uncle. The staff was all related to you in some way, but unlike them you were a little more on the heavy side. You always joked that it’s because you have a bond with your bread and that’s why it tastes so good!

It was around 6AM when one of your siblings and a cousin came in for their shift at the counter. Your sibling yawned before saying good morning and your cousin started putting on their uniform. There weren't many people in the morning time but some people take freshness seriously so there were a couple of regulars. One of them being a tall man with an otherworldly aura around him at times. Zhongli was his name and when he saw you he always tried to make conversation with you. Of course you didn't think too much of it, that’s how regulars are after all.

It was one particular morning where you stepped outside the store to take a break, another baker was on staff so you could afford it. It was when you noticed the tall figure getting closer. “Oh [y/n] I don’t see you out like this often,” he says. “Yeah, just feeling the heat of the oven more than usual this time,” you said with a smile. “Is something bothering you?” You blushed, he got it right on the nose. “Actually, my parents have been nagging me on finding a spouse soon.” The man in the brown formalwear twitched slightly, “is that so?” “But I spend all my time focusing on the shop that I just don’t think about anything else you know?” “I see.”

You sighed deeply, “hey, maybe you can help me find a spouse. You seem to know a lot of people. Got anyone looking to date?” Zhongli stiffened before a smile came across his face, “well, I’m single, maybe I can interest you in dinner sometime?” You looked at him slightly bewildered. There was no way that a man with the caliber of Zhongli who’s got it all in looks and knowledge is asking you in all your fluff right? Is it a joke? “You can’t joke with me like that Zhongli,” you said with a light hearted laugh. A dangerous glint came over the man’s eyes before disappearing as fast as it came. “I’ve been meaning to treat you out to dinner anyway, as friends?” You looked back at him, “that sounds good!” “Are you free tonight?”

Later that night you were over at Zhongli’s place of residence. Apparently, he was a great chef too! “Wow Zhongli, you’re a man of many talents,” you praise him after the two of you had dinner. “Thank you, I also happen to be a man of many secrets,” he said with a straight face. You didn’t know if you were tired from work today or if it was the food coma but you were getting drowsy. “Um, I should probably get going,” you stumbled a little to get up from your chair. “Oh my, are you okay?” “I–”

Everything went black and the next time you woke up you were on a bed in a windowless room that just looked like any other room but you were shackled to the bed. “I see you are awake,” Zhongli said with a smile as he entered the room. “Is this a prank?” You asked, a bit shaken. “Of course not my love,” he sat on the edge of the bed looking at you with clear obsession in his eyes. “Why are you doing this?” “It’s because…!” He yelled suddenly causing you to flinch. “You were about to go to someone else,” he grabbed your wrist, “and I won’t let you. You’re mine.” “L-let’s talk about this!” His face darkened, “the time for talking is over. You had your chance.”

[silverynight]

Highschool crushes

Tanjirou is pretty sure Akaza has been following him; he's an older boy from the highschool close to Tanjirou's, he's also a bully (based on what he's heard) and part of a group of scary teens who call themselves upper moons.

Although he only does that when none of the hashira (the boys and girls who are part of the student council) can walk Tanjirou home or all the way to the bakery he works at.

For a moment he wonders if his plan is to beat him up, but Tanjirou quickly shakes his head and shoves those thoughts aside, because Akaza has had many opportunities to do so, but hasn't done anything yet.

That's why Tanjirou hasn't told anyone about it, because he wants to give him a chance.

He sighs as he heads towards the bakery, after turning around for a moment to watch as Inosuke and Zenitsu walk his sister home, he makes a mental note to thank them later for taking care of Nezuko. They both really are good friends.

The owner of the bakery has always been really kind to him; she's mindful of Tanjirou's school schedule and basically lets him help whenever he can and pays him for it. It's not much, but Tanjirou has managed to buy school supplies for his siblings and sometimes some sweets so his parents don't have to.

Feeling the other's presence again, Tanjirou decides that it's time to stop pretending he doesn't know what's going on.

"I think I'd prefer if you actually walked me to the bakery this time, Akaza," Tanjirou says out loud. "So I can have someone to talk to..."

Akaza emerges from the shadows, looking quite flustered which confuses Tanjirou for a moment.

"When did you realize..."

"A couple of days ago," Tanjirou chuckles, adjusting his backpack behind himself.

"Aren't you... afraid of me?" Akaza mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away from him for a second.

"Why would I be? You haven't hurt me at all."

Akaza blushes, but nods and, almost shyly, takes a few steps towards the other boy.

"Although I'd like to know why you've been following me," Tanjirou mumbles gently as he keeps walking.

"You always walk alone," Akaza whispers after a while. "I don't want anyone... I just want to keep you safe."

"Why?"

"Because you're kind," Akaza sighs, looking a little bit irritated, he makes an effort to look ahead instead of him. "I've seen you outside your school... You're always helping someone and you treat your sister with so much affection... It's nice. I don't want anything bad happening to you."

Tanjirou grabs him by his sleeve, Akaza stops and blushes but he doesn't look at the other.

"Thank you, that's really sweet..."

"I'm not sweet," Akaza frowns, but he doesn't push Tanjirou's hand away. "Haven't you heard? Me and my friends are the bad guys here..."

"I wouldn't say you're a bad guy, but I admit I don't quite like that you and the others are constantly picking up fights with the Pillars," Tanjirou mumbles.

"Sometimes they start it!"

Sadly, Tanjirou believes him. All the hashira get really territorial when they see the upper moons near their school.

"Fine. Let's not talk about it right now," Tanjirou concedes, taking Akaza's hand to calm him down. Which, surprisingly, works like a charm.

The other boy nods and relaxes, although it doesn't mean Tanjirou won't bring up the subject later, he's even planning something to get the two groups to be more friendly towards one another.

***

Eventually, Tanjirou convinces Akaza to introduce him to his group of friends; the whole time the boy is nervous and tense, constantly glaring and hissing at whomever gets too close to the redhead.

However, they seem to like Tanjirou, although they still don't get along with the hashira, but at least they agree to be less aggressive towards the other group.

Now, the upper moons and the Pillars go to visit him at the bakery, sometimes they find themselves there at the same time, but don't fight because Tanjirou is keeping an eye on everyone and the kind owner of the bakery is usually in the back room, although she can hear everything.

"What do you mean you're friends with the upper moons?" Tomioka asks one day at school, he looks anything but happy.

"Yes, they're not bad," Tanjirou assures them to which Shinazugawa almost growls.

"Don't get close to them ever again!"

Tanjirou frowns and not only the boy with scars, but the others seem to feel bad immediately.

"They haven't picked up fights with you! And they've promised to be good so I'll keep being their friend!"

"I'm sorry, Tanjirou... We didn't mean to upset you..."

Tanjirou sighs and immediately smiles back at them as he strokes Rengoku's cheek, because he looks like a kicked puppy at the moment.

"It's alright, I know you worry about me."

Every single one of them ends up hugging Tanjirou, prompting Zenitsu to roll his eyes.

They try not to argue with the other group whenever they run into them in the bakery, they make an effort to be less aggressive towards the others just for Tanjirou and the boy really appreciates it.

Sometimes Himejima says "Hi" to the upper moons to which Kokushibo and Akaza usually tense, but eventually they end up saying "Hi" back.

Daki doesn't like when she finds Kanroji all wrapped around Tanjirou, but she doesn't say anything and waits for her turn because she knows the boy will scold her if she says something rude about the other girl.

Kocho is not a fan of Douma, but she tolerates him because he's as protective of Tanjirou as the others.

Uzui sometimes brings his three girlfriends, they're also Tanjirou's friends and try to convince him to hang out with Uzui and them on his free time.

"Tell them to stop asking him out!" Tokito complains once, making Tanjirou blush, even though he knows he's just joking.

"Now why would I do that?" Uzui grins, pulling Tanjirou closer to him to give him a kiss on his forehead. "I want to date him too."

"Mitsuri and I want you to go on a date with us as well, Tanjirou!" Iguro blurts out, surprising the redhead.

Gyutaro and Daki get angry immediately, but none of them do anything because Tanjirou narrows his eyes a little bit as a warning. Although that doesn't stop them from arguing.

"I'll marry Tanjirou!" Two loud voices rise above the others and Tanjirou realizes that they come from Akaza and Rengoku.

They immediately hiss at each other, but before something happens, the owner of the bakery comes back and calms them down with a free pastry.

Tanjirou apologizes profusely on their behalf as soon as everyone goes.

"It's okay, they're not bad," she comments, looking amused. "They all seem to care about you."

"And I care about them as well!" Tanjirou smiles back. "They're all my friends!"

"It looks like they all have a crush on you," she says suddenly, chuckling when she notices Tanjirou's surprise.

"They're just my friends," he insists, blushing. "They were just joking earlier."

They're just friends, Tanjirou tells himself again, trying to stop his heart from beating so hard inside his chest.

***

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[noellefan101]

Bakery Love

Genshin impact, modern baker au, reader´s family owns(and works at) a bakery + reader works there, gn!reader

characters: Tighnari, Albedo, Kazuha, Cyno, Nilou, Xiao x gn!reader

Warnings: kissing, baking(duh), romantic relationship (+ planoinic in some but not with the main), kissing, , tell me if i missed anything

Note: I'm sorry if there´s any mistakes, english is not my first language and this is not prof-read yeah enjoy ;) and it feels so weird to write for Nilou when the rest is men, i didn´t think abt that. luv you all, mwah ;)

Tighnari

i feel like he would be there to get a birthday cake for Collei, (im sorry it just sounds too cute) and you were at the front desk in your apron talking to a customer, when he walked in and ordered. you looked at him, asked what he would like and wrote a note down so you could remember - he ordered a "healthy" cake with green frosting on one side and red on the other with Cuilein anbars on the green side and baron bunnies on the red side. and then he also leaves his number woth the order bc he thinks your cute so you start to become friends. anyway, thats how you met onto when you start dating

you would come over to his house after your shift, or when you both have time, and bring him some baked goods for him and Collei/i feel like they would live together in a modern au, like Tighnari would still be her caretaker, just like in the game/. you and Tighnari would definitely bake together, and you would teach him how to bake certain pastries and stuff, and Collei/+Cyno maybe/could join if they wanted to (it would be so cute wtf). i also think he would be like a florist or smt, like he owns a flower shop, so he would bring you flowers or just plants in general. so the bakery would have a lot of plants that he´s given you. and your family (lovingly) hates him because where tf are they gonna put all these fricking flowers and stuff he gets you every week. tho their happy for you and they also got free decor for the bakery so they don´t really complain.

to him you´re like a rose, beautiful, even if sometimes you sting, he adores you just as much

Albedo

he was just there to study at first, maybe get some coffee and a piece of cake, when he saw you behind the counter he kinda.. uhm.. fell in love at first sight, yeah... anyway now/because of your beauty/he is there studying more often or when you´re there to be exact. your sibling or parent called it out but you denied it and didn´t think much of it. and then he finally asked for your number

when you finally start dating, he would still study at your bakery but it´ll be a little more often. and not only on your shifts but on other family members too, mainly bc he wants to get to know them better. he also brings his little sister, Klee, with him more often so she can meet you and your family + see the bakery. he also would make some artificial things for you, like flowers and stuff, you could either put in your room or around the bakery. yk the flower he makes in his idol or whatever its called, so like one of those or just anything you want really. he could also paint there, but he´ll just start painting you and he doesn´t want other people to think he´s stalking you.

to him you´re like a painting, pretty in many ways, and perfect in his eyes

Kazuha

he would visit the bakery once in a while, finding it relaxing to be there and finding great inspiration for his poems and stories. and something he has noticed is the beautiful person that is sometimes behind the corner/you hehe/and starts to slowly become his muse. he couldn´t help it its like keeping a secret from someone, but sharing it with the world at the same time. he finds himself going to the same place over and over again, only wanting to see your face one more time. (wtf happened to me) while he was unknowingly falling in love with this new muse, you were falling for him. (ok i need to fricking stop, omg)

when you two finally started dating, he still kept you as his muse, but this time you were both aware and laughed a little together because of it. anyway he would be there even more to just sit and write about something, then later in the day/or week if you both were busy/he would read them out to you. and at some point you would start giving him notebooks every few months just so he could write his poetry on something other than the tissues from the bakery(omg that would be so cute and hilarious at the same time). in return he would gift you your favorite flowers and try and learn to bake, even tho its not perfect he tries and you love it. sometimes you´ll bake something with him and teach him properly how to do something/or do it the way your family does it/and then after you eat it together.

to him you're a miracle, your his love, his life, and his muse, he doesn´t know what to do without you now

Cyno

he´s a policeman (the hot kind) and there was an incident with your neighbor bc their store got robbed/in my mind it's a jewelry store but let your mind go wherever/so you got a few questions since you were on your shift at the time they came in. but you then after went into the back/your home to get your parents. and then after he started showing up more both because of the situation but also because he generally liked your pastries and cakes. even after the case ended he still came over on a lot of all of his breaks, maybe it was sometimes to see you but you ofc didn´t need to know that ;)

so when you guys started dating, he would ofc still come over but also look out for you, your family, and the bakery. also in his free time/even tho its not often/he would "help" you with baking. aka your teaching him how to bake bc he can´t for the life of him, but he brags to his friends abt it "cough". anyway, he would love to try some new recipes you find online or in your family cookbook, and help as much as he can. if you made him some pastries for him to take with him to work, he would fall even more `head over heels` in love with you, seriously do it. he would definitely stop anybody that tries to steal anything from the bakery, and get them arrested immediately.

to him your love is like a drug, addicting, but even if he knows it he will still love you for eternity

Nilou

yk the cake she eats in game, that would definitely be the reason you two met. like it would be in the bakery´s window or smt and she would order that with a smile, while you where on your shift ofc. and she would get all exited and stuff. + she thinks the way you and your family make it is much better, so she´s basically a reguler bc she orders at your bakery so often. and then she starts to fall in love with one of the bakers there (you), and so she tries to find out when your shift is and stuff. (my brain couldn´t stop sry, that was a lot)

anyways, when you start dating she would definitely want to try and learn the recipe and bake it with you, but ofc she needs practice so she´ll eat your portion at the start, but you can´t complain you´ve literally done this your whole life ofc you´re better. she´d also want to meet your family early on bc you told her about some baking days when you test new recipes and stuff, so she´d be the taste tester and give tips if she could. aand you would give her discounts for some kisses. she would also dance in the bakery, with you and your family´s content ofc, so she could attract customers with her beautiful dancing.

to her you´re like cake, has many flavors, not all perfect but to her you are too perfect to enjoy only once

Xiao

i see him getting dragged there by some friends/yk aether, venti, kazuha, heizou and then scara is getting dragged there too. so basically 6rezze(sry if thats wrong) or 5wirl, but they aren´t famous/and they drag him to your bakery. bc they wanted to try the cakes and stuff. and your the one behind the counter(idk if thats a good thing or not, but ig it was?). and so you had to deal with some boys yelling at each other while one of them was completely silent/xiao/he just ordered and explained what the rest/but not for heizou, kazuha cuz i feel like they would already have ordered/you just got the pastries and cakes they ordered, and they then sat down seeming to calm down.

after you started dating he wouldn´t come to the bakery often, but he´ll definitely come over like once a week/before was like once or twice a month/and he won´t order much but is just there to support you. otherwise, if he comes to the bakery he´ll just go straight to the back to see you/they know who he is ofc, but for first-time workers that might be weird/and he would be a little sad if you were too busy to give him attention. if you give him some non-sweet cake or pastries he´ll love you even more(i swear thats impossible). he´ll also feed you, and let you feed him in return. if you want him to learn how to bake he´ll do it, but only if you teach him ofc. so there you are in your kitchen with xiao, trying to teach him to bake the non-sweet cake he likes.

you´re like the cakes you make, sweet, although he doesn´t normally like sweet things, he loves you more than anything else

Author: the sweet things at the end of each one, omg how tf did i come with those aaaaahhhh i´m freaking out right now. also if you want me to do more of these pls tell me + the characters you want in it.

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so um, how did everyone become friends?

so im gonna start off saying that these are the ages I HC the boys are modern time, per my noggin.

Desmond: 22

Ezio & Arno: 23

Connor: 24

Altaïr & Jacob (& Evie): 25

Edward: 27

don't ask me why, but its just my brain rot.

Ezio's family adopted Desmond into their family after he left the farm; so their relationship is like brothers (obviously) (Desmond was 16, Ezio was 17)

Arno met Ezio & Desmond through one of his mom's fashion show; Maria & Claudia are huge fans of her work and managed to snag tickets to one of her shows (those runway things). Maria and Marie (Arnos mom) talked about their sons and Marie was like "hey let's all get together over some nice wine, my husband owns a winery" cue Ezio, Desmond & Arno meeting. ironically when they first met Arno & Ezio couldn't stand each other because of how much alike they acted, Desmond was the peace maker. over time though Arno, Ezio and Desmond became inseparable. (Ezio & Arno were 20, Desmond was 19)

Edward and Connor met through Haytham, in my noggin Edward & Connor are actually cousins but there is a 3 year difference between the two. they also have a sibling like relationship due to Edward also not liking Haytham. (Ziio is alive and her and Haytham married, they are happy, although it was rocky before they officially married and Connor was 5 years old when they married.) Connor doesn't get along with Haytham not only cause of the Templar thing, but also Charles Lee & the other Templars judge Haytham for being with Ziio and Connor being his son. they belittled Connor hence his hatred for them, Haytham behind the scenes though threatened them to stop or else..

Edward, Jacob (and Connor) met Jacob this way; they met during a mission they were sent on. they had to meet Jacob at a pub to listen to a Templar meeting and after they got their info they all sat and had drinks and a meal (Connor didn't drink any alcohol, only Ed & Jacob). they all got along great, although Connor did NOT appreciate having to carry both the drunkards back to the hotel, and he just dumped the two of them on the bed and went to sleep in his.

Altaïr met Ezio, Desmond and Arno at one of the Creeda HQ centers. he was just transferred to their branch, and he was a complete dick. Arno had no hesitation and lit into Altaïr for his behavior and had one of those "catch me outside how bout that" Altaïr ACTUALLY had respect for Arno for standing up to him let alone make a threat. they became good acquaintances, that developed into a great friendship (he does wish to throw hands sometimes if Arno becomes too sassy). Altaïr was Top Annoyed with Ezio when first meeting him. *looks to Arno and points at Ezio* "does...does this thing ever shut the hell up?" cue Ezio *LE GASP* "ME? A THING? bastardo! how dare--" and Desmond pipes in "let's all just calm down and talk, yes?" they all sit down, Desmond & Ezio introduced themselves. Altaïr likes Desmond too, Ezio is a 50/50, he wanted to punch him in the face but he didn't hate him. they're now great friends too. (Altaïr: 23, Ezio & Arno: 21, Desmond 20)

Arno, Ezio, Desmond & Connor met at Arnos Cafe (the one he was gifted from his parents on his 20th birthday) Ziio recommended the Cafe for its bakery sweets and rich flavorful coffee, they also have great hot chocolate. (Connor got the hot chocolate and some macaroons) Desmond was the one who made the recommendation on the flavors of the macaroons while Arno recommended the "campfire hot chocolate". Connor heard campfire and was convinced it'd be the best thing ever, it's his go to whenever he's there now. Ezio was introduced to Connor by Desmond & Arno. they adopted Connor into the boys then and there. (yes I see Ezio being the one to give the friend group that name)

Connor introduced Edward & Jacob to the boys.

Arno & Desmond introduced Altaïr to the boys (Ezio was still salty with Altaïr so he didn't do the introductions).

the rest is history 👏