#it can be sweet treats baked for someone stuff like that counts

[pixiecaps]

if theres one thing u should know about me is i am not above accepting gifts i love gifts theyre awesome more people should give gifts even on non special occasions oh its a monday? well heres a present just for you bucko for existing

[mazeinthemiroh]

lee felix sfw alphabet

genre: fluffy wuffy for the fluffiest boy in town

word count: 2k

warnings: none

song rec: magic by coldplay

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a - affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection)

lee felix is the definition of love

therefore, he shows affection in pretty much every single thing he does

without even trying, he is effortlessly affectionate and never fails to make those around him feel safe, happy and loved

b - best friend (what would they be like as a best friend?)

as your bestie, he's tagging you on every social media and spamming with your memes and tiktoks to watch. like... that's basically a given, anyway

he's just so sweet really

is down for anything you want to do

c - cuddles (would they like to cuddle? how do they cuddle?)

bro, where do i begin...

he's a cuddle bug. literally the most cuddliest person in the whole world who will literally die if he doesn't get his hourly cuddles so you better cuddle him lots istg-

basically, yes. he loves cuddling

he's such a fluffy human being, inside and out. he needs his partner to like cuddles fr; this will probably be a genuine reason for him to date you if i am being totally honest

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

felix totally wants to settle down

and i feel like once he finds the right person there's no going back for him. the only way is up!!

he's good at baking and likes making little treats every now and then for the two of you to share

has tried his hand at cooking too and makes a pretty good chef!

e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

damn he hates even thinking about stuff like this

just expect a lot of tears; a lot of conflicting and confusing emotions all at once

he hates confrontation in general so having to prompt a break-up is not where he wants to be in a relationship, ever

it will take a massive toll on him and will be emotionally exhausting for the both of you

f = fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

big fan of commitment

only has eyes for his soulmate and no one else

because... why should he? at the end of the day, he is loyal, through thick and thin

he won't get married too quickly but then he wouldn't wait too long either. i feel like he would be nervous and would need to know for definite that, if he proposed to you, you would 100% say yes

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

i don't even feel the need to say anything for this one

he's literally a baby chick. what's he gonna do? peck you to death? yeah, i didn't think so

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

i mean this one goes without saying, doesn't it?

felix lives for hugs. he needs the to survive. he has them for breakfast

hugs. hugs. HUGS.

there's something about how warm and welcome he feels inside when someone gives him a hug

he loves all forms of hugs

back hugs make him feel protected if he's on the receiving end of it. he loves to be in his lover's arms like that

i = i love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

it's so hard to say

part of me is thinking he might just blurt it out spontaneously, much like an intrusive thought. he might not even think about it when he says it until he realises and his eyes grow super wide like 'omg i just said the L word to you for the first time wtf'

the other part of me knows that felix is a deep thinker. he overthinks everything and is therefore likely to hold back on confessing such strong emotion so quickly

but holding his love back won't be easy regardless of what he chooses, so the likelihood is that he would definitely confess to you before you confess to him

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

i can see him getting jealous tbh

and he never means to. he's not one to look for things to argue about and stuff

but because he has so, so much to give, if he isn't receiving that same amount of love it's hard for him. then, seeing you get closer or flirting with another person is even harder for him

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

his kisses on the lips are usually soft and tender

he literally doesn't have a favourite place to kiss you because he will kiss you everywhere

but for him? he won't tell you unless you brought it up, but... his neck is super sensitive

he doesn't even have to tell you because it's so easy to tell. when his breath becomes hitched in his throat when you kiss him along his neck. when his grip becomes tighter when you merely brush your lips over the sweet spots of his neck. yeah. he's not exactly subtle when it comes to what he likes

l = little ones (how are they around children?)

he loves children and is so sweet to them

will cater to their every need and spoil them horrifically

will even carry them everywhere if they so wished

and when it comes to babies, he can't help but coo and squish their cheekies :(( he just loves them to bits

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

he wakes up smiling because he is next to you

like-

you make him so freaking happy

he usually wakes up earlier than he usually would now that he is with, you, just so he can fit in a cuddle sesh before he starts the day

and then he reluctantly gets out of bed, stretching in every sort of way possible before getting in the shower

some days he will spontaneously decide to make pancakes for you both :] and drizzle those bad boys with maple syrup and crispy bacon, yes sir

n = night (how are nights spent with them?)

again, a very cuddly and cosy affair

fluffy pyjamas on, skincare products ready, and a disney film ready to play

all you guys need is a pile of blankets and a box of takeaway, and you got yourselves an ideal night

this is definitely his fave time of day <333

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

literally asap

that's the whole part of getting to know someone better, no? reveal different parts of yourself, piece by piece, like a jigsaw puzzle. that's how felix views it

he's big on quality time so the more time and energy you invest in him, the more he opens up to you and feels comfortable around you

so it solely depends on how much time you spend together

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

he is not a naturally angry person

like, i know some people who are just prone to anger. they have a certain type of aggression on the surface that rises every time a minor inconvenience happens

but even in those types of situations, felix is much more likely to get upset than angry

although sometimes in an argument, his sadness comes with anger. his tears come with his raised voice and the overwhelming stress of it all. his emotions aren't necessarily black and white, especially his negative ones. they are sort of an accumulation of each other.

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

felix is such a caring person and it's quite impressive to see just how much he remembers about everyone he loves

that's why he is so good at giving gifts! he remembers what people have pointed out before in the past, or remembers everyone's hobbies and interests

just everything. he knows a lot more than he gives himself credit for, that's for sure

r = remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

every single moment with you is genuinely so impactful and important for felix

that's why he remembers every little detail. that's why he takes pictures whenever you go out together. that's why he always thinks fondly of the past whilst readily arranging more stuff for you to do together

all the moments with you are his favourite, as cliché as it sounds. he genuinely couldn't be happier

s = security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

he is quite protective actually

he just needs to know your okay and well and if you're not then he gets upset

loyalty to the end and will defend you for as long as possible

but typically, felix is on the receiving end of protection. so i feel like it would work both ways in your relationship

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

felix is notorious for being the best gift-giver

and he doesn't need a special occasion to prove his love for you

sometimes he will buy you things he comes across randomly

"i saw this and thought of you"

and sometimes he will even make a gift for you. there are no limits to his love!

in regards to dates, i'd say he's a romantic guy for sure so he will try and do all the cliche dates to ever exist just because he thinks it's such a cute idea

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

he doesn't have any bad habits.

that's it. that's me done for this one.

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

this guy has a fluctuating self-esteem and, more recently, a negative view of himself and his body

so he is concerned with his looks. much more than he should be

and all i hope for him is that he comes to a time in his life where he is happy with how he is and doesn't feel the need to change anything about himself

because he is perfect. he really is.

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

yes. felix is a person who has the tendency to rely on others

and once he finds his special someone, there's no turning back for him

he does believe in soulmates and after meeting you, he realises that his life has changed forever. living without you simply isn't a real reality to him

doesn't matter what multiverse you're in, in every case you are his and he is yours

x = xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

brownie boy here needs to have baking dates with you

he likes feeling useful so when you ask how to make his special type of brownies he feels confident in himself as he teaches you how to make them

and he is a gentle and calm teacher <3

just wants to have fun tbh

ends up throwing flour on your just because

you both are licking all the brownie mixture off the cutlery once you're done #traditions

idk it's just such a good time and he loves having that type of fun with you

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

felix is a very accepting and tolerating person

but he dislikes people who are ruthless and insensitive

he has a very sensitive soul to begin with. then, paired with someone who is unnecessarily harsh and doesn't even seem to care they've hurt someone? not a good mix

z = zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)

i don't know what to tell you, except for the fact that he looks just so at peace when he sleeps

truly angelic

probably has a very cute, quiet little snore

and will have to cuddle into you because he's just ;-; yeah

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Gift of my dreams

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2K

SUMMARY | You recently moved into your own apartment, and your old mixer finally stopped working after years of great work. Bucky takes this perfect opportunity to get you the mixer you've always dreamed of having, so you can continue making his sweet treats.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Established relationship [ boy- & girlfriend ], implied shower sex.

A/N | This one shot takes place in the same 'universe' as Bucky's Sweet Treats Part I and Part II (NSFW). You don't need to have read those to understand this, but it would still be appreciated if you check it out in case you haven't already 🖤

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

It was a cozy winter evening when you were sitting on your couch with Bucky, enjoying the cake you had baked earlier that day. You tried a new recipe, and that meant the both of you would take this opportunity to enjoy a nice evening in your new apartment watching movies or series you were following together. As of right now, the two of you were catching up on the latest season of The Witcher with a big piece of the triple chocolate cake you baked. ''Oh my god, doll, I didn't think it was possible but I officially found my new favorite cake of yours!'' he said, his mouth still stuffed with cake, and it made you feel really good. ''Thanks, I'm going to make this more often, it's delicious!'' you said as you finished your plate.

You always gave Bucky a bigger piece than yourself, knowing he needs to eat more with his fast metabolism, and he was not one to complain about it. ''Doll, your birthday is coming up soon, right? Did you have any idea what you'd want? Besides me of course,'' he said with a wink and a soft kiss on your cheek. ''Not sure, since I recently moved in and bought most of the stuff I need already, I doubt there is anything else I want or need right now,'' you said as you shrugged. ''I have been thinking about upgrading my mixer one day, but as long as it still works I don't see the need to get another one,'' you said, watching the tv.

''Is there a specific one you had in mind if you would have to replace this one?'' he asked, making a mental note for himself that he could buy it for you if the moment ever arrived. ''I might go for the newer model of the one I have now, it always worked perfectly fine, I never had any problems with it,'' you said. ''Seems fair enough, but isn't there one you have always dreamed of though? You told me you've loved baking ever since you were a little girl, so there must be one that is the absolute dream right?'' he pushed further, he wanted to surprise you if the moment ever came where he could. ''Well, there is... But it's way too expensive in my opinion,'' you said, dismissing him. ''Well, if money wasn't an issue, which would you get?''

You thought about it a little while, of course, you always dreamed of it, but admitting it to someone would be different. ''Okay, I'll tell you... If money wouldn't have been an issue, I would love to get the KitchenAid Artisan, in their Imperial Red color,'' you said as you let out a sigh at the dream that would never come true. You've settled for mixers that were less expensive but still worked great, and they never let you down. Until a few months later, when your mixer broke a few weeks before your birthday. Bucky knew immediately what he would get you.

In the weeks leading up to your birthday, you were away on a mission, so Bucky had plenty of time to prepare for your surprise. He had been on the hunt for the mixer you'd been dreaming of, but more specifically in the color you wanted, which wasn't as easy as he thought at first. ''Steve, I'm going to need your help finding a perfect gift for Y/N, he said as he hoped maybe Steve would have more luck in his search. ''So, as you know Y/N's mixer broke a few weeks ago, and her birthday is coming up, so I was hoping to surprise her with her dream mixer,'' he said with a proud smile on his face. ''That sounds like the perfect plan!'' he agreed, and he would help with the search.

It was one day before your birthday and the boys were getting nervous, you came back from the mission one day ago and were too tired to care about your mixer, which was in Bucky's favor. It was the evening before your birthday and finally, he had found the exact model and color you were looking for, the only problem is that the store was almost about to close, and he had to hurry if he still wanted to be one time. For this one time, luck was on his side, and 5 minutes before closing time he arrived at the store. Only one problem however, he came on his bike, and the mixer is bigger than he anticipated, there was no way he could take this back on his bike.

He stood there for a good few minutes debating how he was going to take it home, without leaving his bike at the store, but eventually, he decided to call Steve so he could pick it up with a car. ''Hey man, I have to ask you a favor, but she can't know about it,'' he said the last part a little softer just in case you were with Steve, but you were completely knocked out on your bed, catching up on some much-needed sleep. ''Of course, what's up?'' Steve said, and Bucky explained the situation, but Steve couldn't help but stop laughing for a bit. This was typical for Bucky, it wasn't the first and not the last time he did something like this. ''I'll be there in 15,'' he said before hanging up and walking to his car.

In the meantime, Bucky was thinking about how to surprise you with it. He wanted to wrap it up with a beautiful bow on top, but he was nowhere skilled enough to do it himself - you were the one to usually do that after all. Finally, Steve arrived and as soon as he put the mixer in the trunk of the car he drove to your apartment, since Bucky was planning on putting it in your kitchen at the very least, so you would have a beautiful surprise. It's a good thing he was supposed to sleep at your place tonight too, so it wouldn't be suspicious if he was there without warning. Not too long after Bucky arrives, Steve is there too and he gets the mixer out of the back of the car.

After arriving at your door, Bucky opens it for Steve to walk into, and he walked straight to the kitchen. He's been there enough times to know where he needs to go, and he puts it on the counter. ''Do you happen to know how to tie bows?'' Bucky asked Steve, which earned him a little chuckle from the blond super soldier. ''Yeah, don't you?'', he said and he earned himself a pretty deadly glare, making him throw his hands up in the air. ''Sorry, sorry. I'll help you if you can find me a piece of ribbon that's long enough,'' he said and within 10 minutes, the new mixer was standing on your kitchen island with a big red bow tied on top of it. While they were admiring their work, you had gotten up and were on your way down.

''Buck?'' you called out, and the two super soldiers froze. ''Yeah doll, it's me, stay where you are so I can finally give you the kisses I've been missing out on when you were on your mission. ''Didn't we make up for that when I sucked you-'' was all you could manage before both Bucky and Steve walked into the living room, your mouth immediately snapping shut and your face turning bright red at the sight of Steve. ''Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were here...'' you said extremely embarrassed. ''It's okay, just came over to wish you an early happy birthday, I wanted to be the first,'' he said in the hopes to keep you distracted long enough that you wouldn't go into the kitchen.

''Thanks! I'm excited about it actually, haven't looked forward to my birthday like this in a long time! I can't help but think what this one here got me,'' you said when you pointed to Bucky. ''He won't tell me and I want to know!'' you said with a pout, looking at Bucky. ''Keep that up and you will never know what you'll get, because you won't leave the bedroom!'' he said with a groan, and Steve took this as his cue to leave. ''Gonna leave now, see you tomorrow Y/N!'' he said before turning around, and within seconds Bucky had thrown you over his shoulder to haul you back upstairs. He was planning on taking you apart slowly the entire night, and he couldn't wait any longer.

By the time you woke up, Bucky had already gotten up to get your birthday breakfast ready, which contained french toast with extra cinnamon and a cup of your favorite tea. Simple, but it had always been your favorite. Bucky presented it on a tray with a single red rose in a long vase, making it a little more romantic. ''Good morning sleepyhead,'' he said when he walked in the door, and you were still sprawled out on the bed, completely naked and wearing a love-drunk look on your face. ''Mornin','' you said as you stretched, and Bucky almost dropped the tray he was holding just from the sight of you stretching like that. ''Happy birthday, doll,'' he said as you sat up against the headboard, so he could place the tray on your lap and lean in for a kiss.

''It is a very happy one indeed,'' you said with a smirk, thinking back to the way he made you fall apart over and over last night, himself right along with you. The two of you ate breakfast and enjoyed some light conversation as you enjoyed being in each other's company before getting up to shower, you could use one after the night you had. Bucky joined you and the two of you got a combined total of 3 orgasms out of each other before officially getting ready for the day. Bucky wore a casual outfit with ripped jeans, while you opted for a simple yet comfortable outfit today. ''Are you ready for your present?'' Bucky asked, and you nodded excitedly. ''When you get to the bottom of the stairs I want you to close your eyes, and I will guide you to the kitchen so you don't spoil your surprise,'' he said and you agreed, you trusted him with every fiber of your being.

Once you were at the bottom of the stairs you closed your eyes, and Bucky softly placed his hands on your hips while he walked behind you, guiding you with your back against his chest. He stopped when both of you were in front of the kitchen island, facing the mixer he bought. He walked around you so his back would shield it before he told you to open your eyes. ''Open them up, doll,'' he said and he saw you looking at him expectantly. ''First, I want to tell you how happy I am with you in my life doll, you gave me the life I never thought I could ever live after everything I did. I'm the luckiest man in this universe to have you by my side, and I love you so much,'' he said. ''Now, I wanted to tell you this before showing you what I got you because I doubt there will be much attention for me after you see what it is,'' he said with a laugh before kissing you passionately.

''I love you too, Bucky, now move because I can't take the suspension anymore!'' you said, pushing him out of the way, and as soon as your eyes saw the box you let out the loudest gasp Bucky had ever heard and tears were forming in your eyes. ''Oh my god, Bucky...'' you said before you walked over to the box. ''Happy birthday, doll,'' he said as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, you were completely absorbed by your present that you didn't notice him, but he didn't mind. The look on your face was priceless. The rest of the day both you and Bucky were in the kitchen baking, you had to give the mixer a try after all, and Bucky wasn't one to complain. He loved seeing you in your element, and right now you were practically glowing with excitement. Now he definitely couldn't wait to see your reaction when he proposes to you during dinner tonight.

[nyanashima]

MC with OCD (Nowdateables + Luke)

More self-indulgent headcanons lmao

Luke is platonic obvs that is my son

Content warnings: contamination and symmetry/perfection obsessions, self-destructive compulsions. Stay safe ❤️

Diavolo

Another one that did his homework. He didn’t have enough time to research as extensively as Lucifer, but he’s got the Sparknotes version of your mental illness

He means well, but because he’s never encountered a human with OCD before, he treats you half like a startled deer and half like a baby.

The startled deer portion: He observes and is very careful with you. He doesn’t want to accidentally trigger anything, so he’s noticeably walking on eggshells for the first little bit. This will fade as he gets to know you

The baby portion: He wants to be helpful and welcoming so bad that it’s a little smothering. Barb will tell him to cool it, but he’ll still check in occasionally to see if you need anything

Supportive supportive supportive. Dia makes that VERY clear. He'll do anything to make you more comfortable

Since he knows about it before you even come into the exchange program, he’ll probably be more accommodating to everyone

TL;DR He’s really sweet, he can just be a bit much sometimes lol

“If you are in need of accommodations, I would be more than happy to personally discuss them with you. Everyone at RAD deserves to be on the same playing field.”

Barbatos

Like Diavolo and Lucifer, Barb is well-informed

He's much more chill than Dia, though

Lets you know that personal and academic accommodations are available once you fall step through the portal, and goes about normally after that. He's a clean guy, so he figures it's probably fine unless he sees you're upset

Tells Diavolo to tone it down if he’s making you feel singled out

As a perfectionist, Barb an certainly sympathize with contamination or symmetry obsessions

If he sees you doing any harmful compulsions (eg. Using bleach wipes on yourself), it’s IMMEDIATE concern

Invites you over for a baking session to get to know each other/hang out if you’re already close

As a butler, he knows countless cleaning/sanitization alternatives. Takes the opportunity to teach you safer ways to placate your brain

“We would like you to feel as welcome and accepted as possible here in the Devildom. If there is any assistance we can provide, please do not hesitate to ask.”

Solomon

You tell him and he’s like, "Oh. Okay."

It's mostly business as usual, but he'll do stuff to help if you ask for it.

It's not that he doesn't care, he just doesn't see it as a big deal. To him, it's like saying you're anemic.

Really patient and accommodating. Doesn't mind showering and changing into clean clothes before sitting down on your bed. He knows how hard it is to be vulnerable with someone, so he's happy you feel comfortable enough to ask that of him

Once you're close, if he notices it's bothering you, he'll ask if you'd like to try magical treatments for it 

Those may go awry and end up turning you into a frog at first, but hey, it's the thought that counts

Either way, he gets to research something and help his friend/partner, and you get some much-needed relief. Win-win.

If he’s gonna mess with you, he’ll make sure to do it symmetrically

So if you fall asleep around him, you’re getting TWO Sharpie penises on your face instead of just one <3

“Ah, I see. You know, I don’t have much personal experience with those sorts of things— at least not in recent years. Would you mind if I picked your brain?”

Simeon

Also low-key, but still thoughtful

If he knows you’re visiting, he’ll do a quick tidy and give commonly used objects a wipe-down

After seeing Luke's travel hand sanitizer, he gets matching ones for the three of you and starts carrying it around

Somehow forgot that he's always wearing gloves so he mainly brings it for you lol

Pulls an all-nighter researching OCD so he can understand and help you better

Realizes there isn’t much good media representation for it, and starts to ask you about your experiences

Huh, that’s weird, his newest novel’s protagonist has OCD. What a coincidence (lying)

“Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do to make things a little easier.”

Luke

I love this sweet boy with all my heart

SUPER mindful of your triggers if you tell him

Basically rearranges all of the Purgatory Hall common spaces AND his room if he knows you’re coming over. Barks orders at Simeon and Solomon lmao

Like Levi, he’ll get a special blanket for you to use/sit on

Clips a travel hand sanitizer to his bag, just in case. It’s mainly for you to use but he will also use it if he wants to hold hands 🥺

Everything he bakes for you will be in even numbers

He really goes above and beyond to make sure you’re comfortable

“Oh, I’ve heard of that! I didn’t realize you had it, MC. Let me know if I can help, mmkay?”

[themetallicnemesis]

Gonna ramble about some of the other characters in the bizarro au besides the ninjas:

-Pixal has never been one of their friends, and is actually one of their most recurring enemies starting from after they take over ninjago. She works as a vigilant by being Samurai X, keeping her identity hidden from everyone to avoid them going after her dad, and doing everything in her power to make it a safer city for her dad to live in but no matter how hard she tries she's still just one single person. Girl never had the "you're just as worth as any human" pep-talk so she doesn't care a lot about what happens to herself here, as long as her dad is fine it's good enough for her. She and Zane also have a weird hero-villain romantic tension that both of them deny to death and all the ninjas tease Zane about (worsties for life <3). Also she probably stole some of Nya's tech years ago and Nya still hates her to death about it

-Skylor never had the ninjas help in dealing with her father and she eventually killed him herself, and so took over as a badass crime boss. Well kinda. She's definitly not taking over the cult stuff, she mostly just sells stuff like weapons, equipaments and information while using her restaurant as a cover. Her most loyal costumer is Kai and surprisingly enough he only comes here for the food. (and maybe her phone number? 👉👈🥺) My guy didn't even notice all the illegal stuff going on here, he just thinks this is a normal ass restaurant with a cute owner that he likes spending time with. He keeps trying to seem like a normal law-abiding citizen (and not the evil warlord henchman that he actually is) when visiting her, cause he's afraid he's going to scare this completly normal business owner off, but Skylor knows exactly who he is so he just seems like a dork. Her second most loyal costumer is Pixal, who comes to get information from here every once in a while

-Harumi can kinda of be counted as a vigilante over here, tecnically *she is* someone who fights against villains, but she's more interested in revenge than actually doing good. She's still very much a girlkill. Btw Lloyd just kinda rejected the green ninja prophecy over here, so she wears green mostly just to spite him.

-Echo is Harumi's partner in crime, she just found this nindroid who looks exactly like one of her enemies and thought "Sweet! Wonder if i can sicc him on them!" and instead got an older brother who cares about her very much, treats her very nicey and bakes her cookies. He's joining her in being a vigilante but he's less interested in the revenge bits, he actually really just wants to do something good to help others. I also gave him Mr. E's sholder pads because i like to think Echo and Mr. E are the same person, so basically this is Mr. E if he wasn't as unwell as in canon and kept on being Echo.

[grapecaseschoices]

hullo! 💜 for the oc detailed ask: 3, 12, 13, 21, 28, 36, 45, 46 for Kai, Andy and another oc you want to rant about 👀 (no pressure to do them all)

Thanks hun!

Super detailed questions about your OCs

3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory?

Kai: Good, bad. To Kai that doesn't matter. He had a childhood that shaped him into he is now and he doesn't see the point in feeling upset about what ifs.

But no. He was very much a latchkey kid. And though he had nannys he spent a lot of time alone; he didn't pay them any mind.

A good memory is likely some project that he did on his own and got first place. I think he has a lot more sad than BAD memories, and one being that for that same project that was the last time he let himself count on his mother.

Andy: It was mixed bag. Andy is much more nostalgic than Kai, but it is pretty much is what it is. If you asked him he would say it was good -- because he is a liar. But also this Andy would lean on calling it good because he was loved and didn't have as many loses -- though the one he did have was painful. A fond memory he had definitely had to do with one of his babysitters, an older kid that he really admired -- he took Andy to a botanical garden. If that didn't start his love of flowers, it definitely cemented it. A bad memory was that guys death. Andy also had a really shit nanny -- apparently what matters to the agency is someone's paperwork, less than how they might treat a child.

It is all good, tho. [Well, let's just say Rebecca is lucky he's such a loyal little doggie.]

12. What is their favourite food?

Kai: Coffee. And sweets. He isn't picky, he just loves sugary stuff. Candy. Baked goods. He likes maple flavored things.

Andy: Probably baklava. And whiskey. Does whiskey count? He probably appreciates a good cooked lamb.

13. What is their least favourite food?

Kai: He is an adult. He is capable of eating all foods. Having least favorite foods is just ridiculous and why is it cauliflower?

Andy: Actually isn't that picky in types of food and is more picky about eating period.

21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?

Kai: No, not traditionally. Having a temper involves giving a fuck, and at an uncontrollable level. And that ain't Kai. The most he has done is snap at someone and that was Bobby, when he was starting shit about a case.

Andy: Yes. But he is also highly patient. His moods are generally pretty locked down. He is a mean sumovabinch; Andy is very why get mad when you can get even? Except he is mad. It is like a low brewing rage.

28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?

Kai: Answered here

Andy: Andy's fear would be someone better at gaming people than he is, someone gaming him and revealing his vulnerabilities. Another would be losing the team and Verda -- particularly Mason or Nate. In general? Social situations he can't control immediately? People like Tina and Felix make him uncomfortable. I'll have to ponder. He gets tense and sarcastic, before he can catch himself-- sometimes he doesn't care TO catch himself.

36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing?

Kai: He is a tech nerd. He games too, but only occasionally. He watches anime. He has some practice with martial arts. And, of course reading -- but mostly non-fiction like biographies and math journals.

Andy: He gardens. He's good at cards and playing pool; he'd probably be good at gambling but he's a law abiding citizen! He goes to the gym regularly. Very occasionally he journals and very rarely he reads something not the newspaper. Once in a while he goes to plays. He isn't a bad singer, like he has good tone but he is a bit off key and would never do it, ever. But Catholic church boy rites.

45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves?

Kai: Intimidating and Stoic. Sort of. He doesn't think he's intimidating but he can see how his demeanor [both as a black man and as someone who is so short in interaction] can be off putting to some people.

Andy: Charming and good-natured [at best] or charming and well-mannered ['at worst']. Well, hee knows he is the Iatter He makes the effort to be. And honestly Andy was always naturally charming even when he was a speaks-a-mile-a-minute brat. He's not good natured though, he's just patient and tolerant.

46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves?

Kai: No. Unless its in an official, on the job capacity. Arguably-- it is what you see what you get but what you see isn't all he is. He introduces him to the point/brusque.

Andy: Usually. Some people might find him... ungenuine, he's too sauve and polite. No. He comes off a lot nicer than he is. And he is always polite in an introduction, unless he's feeling cheeky. Then he presses the bounds of politess.

[waiting4inspiration]

No One But You (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

Summary: Billy's always been close with you but he never realized that you've filled a hole in him until you ignore him after he unknowingly broke your heart. His loneliness drives you to get you back.

Warnings: strong language, angst, fluff, mentions of abuse, mentions of billy being a player (i guess), mentions of smoking, mentions of not wanting to live, fighting in public, crying, sweet happy ending, friends-to-lovers (kind of)

Word Count: 2,104

Request: Hi! Can you write a Billy fic, the reader is fell in love with Billy, so she always gets his attention, cheers him up, brings him food/cute stuff, comforts him when Neil abuses him. Billy loves the attention from the reader but still flirts with other girls because he thinks he doesn't do relationship then reader finds billy kissing someone else and it broke her heart then she started ignoring him and then billy realizes that he misses her and likes her to be his. Please it make it super angsty but a nice sweet ending! Pretty please. Thanks and Have a nice day! 🎊🎊

A/n: Whaat? Two Billy fic in one day?? Clearly I have nothing better to do with my time and love this boy... plus I did say I would post these requests as I finish them so tada

Billy Hargrove Masterlist II Stranger Things Masterlist

Billy loves the attention. It’s why he plays his music loudly when he drives, why he openly flirts with practically every woman he sees, and why he walks with such confidence in his step. It makes everyone in the room turn their gaze to him, and he loves it. When he met you, his feelings were indifferent about how you tried to do things to get him to notice you and keep talking to you. 

The way you became persistent to have his attention ended up making him get closer to you than he has with any other woman. People might say that he considers you a friend. And perhaps he does. 

You always manage to cheer him up when he’s in a foul mood at school, whether it’s by talking until you go into a rant about some teacher or some girls that have pissed you off, or by bringing him samples of treats you had baked the previous night at home for him to taste. Not to mention that he’s kept some of the gifts you’ve gotten him, despite him telling you how you don’t have to do that. 

Yeah, maybe he’s gotten close to you. It’s why he didn’t try and push you away when you found him sitting on a park bench with a bruised cheek at night, recovering from a ‘rough handling’ from his father. After that, he sought comfort in your presence whenever his father hit him. 

But Billy never saw anything going further with you. He always thought he wasn’t the kind of person that does long-lasting relationships. He doesn’t think he could commit. And after everything he’s been through with you, how close he’s gotten to you, he doesn’t think he could pull his moves on you.

So, he continues to flirt with girls, doing what he does best and getting them to smile and laugh at his witty comments, not thinking that it would affect what he has with you. 

Until you just disappear. 

He notices one morning how you’ve stopped meeting him at his car in the mornings before school, how you never seem to find him in the hallways anymore or in his secret smoking spots. You don’t look at him during the classes you have together anymore. Not even to share in a funny experience or an inside joke. 

At first, he didn’t care. He told himself that perhaps without your constant presence, he’d have more time to himself and his own doings. He won’t have to deal with your ranting anymore. 

Then, he started to feel small pangs of loneliness. Without you, his life felt quiet and he can’t remember when last he smiled and laughed genuinely. Without you there to comfort him after his dad hit him, Billy really felt like he had no one in the world. He would wait for you to come to that park bench, but you never came. And he asked himself why you were being so cruel to him?

He tries to drown his loneliness with music, but it only makes him think about the times he would make you listen to every tape he had as a way to ‘teach you what real music is’. It would make him remember how you would laugh as he drummed his hands against his thighs with the drum line of the song. His room felt too quiet now without you, no matter how loud he would blast his music, annoying Max in the other room. 

As people file into the school building on Monday morning, Billy leans against his car, staring down at the lighter in his hand. It was a gift from you after his last one died and it has never let him down since you gave it to him. Now, he’s forced to think about you again every time he lights a cigarette. 

Now, thinking about how it feels like you’re ignoring him, it makes him angry. He feels his blood starting to boil in his veins, thinking about how no other girl could manage to fill the empty space you left in his life. He’s angry that you didn’t even give him a head’s up or a reason for just flaking out on him. 

He lifts his head after stuffing the lighter in his pocket and immediately spots you walking towards the school building. Quickly pushing himself off his car, he rushes forward, determined to not go another without you acknowledging him. 

“Did I do something wrong?” he practically shouts, slipping in front of you and making you look at him for the first time in a week. “Or is this just a new, bitchy side to you?”

Your lip flares in a snarl, your eyes narrowing at him as you step around him. “I don’t want to talk to you,” you mutter, purposefully walking into his shoulder as you pass him.

But it doesn’t make him back down. 

His hand shoots out to grab your arm, pulling you back, and giving you a stern look as his grip tightens. “Really? Because I used to struggle trying to get you to stop following me like a fucking puppy,” he snaps, letting your arm go when you pull it out of his grip. 

“I doubt you’ll have trouble finding a replacement for me following you around, if my absence bothers you so much. Seeing as how you’re constantly flirting with anything in a skirt,” you shout back at him, adjusting the strap of your back over your shoulder as you attempt to walk away from him again. 

“Oh, I’ll be fine finding a replacement for you. But who are you going to be following around from now on?”

“Fuck you, Billy,” you shout over your shoulder for the entire school to hear.

Your cuss at him doesn’t feel like a joke. It feels way too serious for him. And it dawns on him that this is not some kind of banter between you two. He’s done something that deeply upset you and he’s not sure what it is so he doesn’t know how to fix it. He doesn’t even know why he wants to fix it. 

Throughout the day, he’s staring at you when you’re in sight, his knee bouncing up and down as he waits for it to dawn on him what he did. 

Fuck, he just wants you to look at him and smile again. He just wants you to meet him by his locker to rant about whatever is on your mind. He just wants to spend those quiet moments at night on the park bench with you again. 

He wants you. 

He misses you. 

“Fuck,” he hisses at himself in his car on the way home, hitting his steering wheel before turning it to make a U-turn right in the middle of the road. His foot practically on the floor, he zooms to your house and he doesn’t intend on leaving until he has you in his life again. 

Arriving just in time to see you reach the front door, he comes to a screeching halt in your driveway and flies out of his car, slamming his door behind him as he walks towards you.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you shout, dropping your bag at the front door before storming towards him. “What don’t you understand about ‘I don’t want to talk to you’?”

“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s pissed you off so much,” he firmly says, standing in front of you and staring down at you with a harsh glare. 

You shake your head, scoff in disbelief, and run your hands over your face. “God, you’re so stupid sometimes. Is that what Rachel finds attractive?”

“Who the fuck is Rachel?”

“Rachel Smith! The girl you were making out with against your locker last week,” you shout up at him. 

Then he realizes what this is all about. It makes his face fall and he takes a deep breath as you laugh to yourself, turning your eyes down to hide the tears welling up in them. 

“I thought you cared about me. I thought…” you trail off, shaking your head and looking up at him as you swallow a hard lump in your throat. “I thought that maybe you saw something in me that no one has ever seen in me before. I fell in love with you for that, thinking that maybe you’d feel the same way about me even if you say that you don’t do relationships. I thought that maybe you would change your mind. But it seems that I was just as stupid as every other girl you play,” you say, your voice the softest he’s ever heard. 

A tear falls down your cheek, making Billy realize that he’s hurt you. He’s broken your heart without even meaning to do that. He would never intend to hurt you when all you’ve done for him is heal him. If he had known your feelings before, he would never have kissed Rachel.

Would he?

If it meant that he would lose you, then of course he wouldn’t have. 

When he doesn’t say anything, you turn around to walk away. But he doesn’t want you to leave. 

He grabs your wrist to stop you. Only, this time his touch is gentle and you can feel the desperation in his hold. You can’t bear to look at him now, fearing that this is just a ploy to get you to let him back in your life. The thought that he might be trying to play his tricks on you makes your head drop between your shoulders. 

“Please let me go, Billy,” you beg, shutting your eyes and letting more tears roll down your cheeks, 

Billy shakes his head, knowing that you can’t see it, and takes a small step towards you. “I can’t,” There’s no more shouting between you two and the atmosphere has changed, making your head crane slightly so you can see his figure out the corner of your eye. “You have no idea how miserable I’ve been without you there beside me. How lonely I felt,” he says, his voice breaking slightly as he takes another step forward. 

It makes your head turn to face him fully, your throat closing up when you see that he’s close to tears himself. 

“It always felt like something was missing in my life. I just never realized that it was you until you left,” he whispers, turning you around and letting go of your wrist as he raises his hand to wipe a tear off your cheek. “If this past week is what it’s like living this life without you, then I don’t want to live.”

“Don’t say that,” you choke out. 

“Why not? It’s true.”

Your gaze falls, but his other hand comes up to cup your other cheek and he steps closer to you, making your hands rest on his chest. He makes you look at him, and this is the closest you two have ever been. You’ve often thought about what the build-up to a kiss with him might be like, that it would involve being this close to him. You just never thought that possibility of it happening to you would be in a situation like this where you’re crying. 

“Fuck the other girls. They can’t begin to make me feel like how you make me feel. I want you.”

You shake your head, almost not believing his words as you cast your eyes down again. God, you really hate him seeing you cry. 

He leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes fluttering shut just as yours do, and small pleas falling from his lips. “Please, (Y/n). Please forgive me,” he whispers, and you almost don’t hear his words. 

“You’re sorry?” you ask, lifting your head to press your forehead a bit more against his. 

“So fucking sorry.”

You’re quiet for a second, only letting out a shaky breath before you snake your arms around his waist and stepping into his chest. “Don’t do it again.”

Billy smiles at your words, wraps his arms around your shoulders, and pulls in closer to his body. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

As he stands there in your front yard, his arms around you and yours around his, he feels that empty space inside him start to fill up again. It’s like someone has taken a pencil and filled out the missing part of a picture, colored in the empty, outlined shape. 

No one could have filled that space as you do. No one but you.

[after-witch]

since the smiling man really loves food, could we please get him with a baker reader? possibly one with a magical bakery of sorts

Title: Even Doubt Can Be Delicious [Smiling Man x Reader]

Synopsis: You run the most popular bakery in town. It’s not unusual for you to get regulars. Seth, your newest regular, quickly becomes your favorite... but is there more to him and his smiles than meets the eye?

Word count: 5297

notes: yandere-ish themes, mentions of fertility  

“I’m telling you, the stuff here is like, magical.” 

The tail-end of the conversation you hear as a pair of friends enters your bakery is not all that surprising, though the compliment still gives you a rush. 

Now, you wouldn’t call your baked goods magical. But you would call them delicious. Delicious enough that you have the most successful bakery in town, that you never have to worry about paying your bills, and that you have a host of regulars who stop in every day to buy the goodies you carefully craft every morning.

The next customer who comes in after the pair of friends is not one of those regulars. He’s someone you’ve never seen before, in fact. 

A young man, maybe about your age, with fair hair and striking light eyes that demand notice even from across the room. He’s... cute. 

You don’t really care about that, though, and your gaze snatches away from him as quickly as it landed. You have customers to attend to, after all.

When it’s finally his turn at the register, you can see he’s having difficulty deciding. He’s scanning your menus, scanning the cases, even glancing around to see what everyone else has ordered. You’re about to offer him a suggestion, when he takes a step back and gestures to the woman behind him , who is carrying a heavy looking backpack slung over one shoulder. 

“Why don’t you go ahead,” he says. “I still haven’t decided.”

You decide in that moment that you think you’ll like this new customer. 

When he finally comes up to the register, a smile on his face, you can’t help but smile back at him. 

“What can I get for you?”

His eyes are piercing. You think, briefly, that he must never want for romantic partners. And he’d be great at sealing business deals.

“I think I’ll try a piece of your pistachio cake, please. And one of your cherry chocolate cupcakes. Everyone seems to be ordering those.”

You beam. “They’re a specialty! I get the cherries from a local farm, and the pistachio cake is an old family recipe.”

You hustle and bustle and pack up his order to go, just like he requested. You’re a bit disappointed that you won’t get to see him take that first bite--it’s a bit of an indulgence for you to watch new customers and see how they react. So far, no one has ever had anything bad to say… except, sometimes, to complain about how much your treats have added to their waistline.

 --

The young man comes back the next day. It doesn’t surprise you. Maybe it wasn’t humble to think things like that, but your bakery had no shortage of people who came back day after day to indulge themselves in your cakes and cookies and other baked goods. It was simply that popular. It was simply that good. 

This time, however, he sits down on the table and you watch him out of the corner of your eye to see how he likes it. He ordered a fudge brownie, a black coffee (to which he added several little containers of creamer and a rather hefty lump of sugar) and a slice of honey crepe cake. You’re ringing up a customer when he takes a bite of the crepe cake, and you lip quirks up at the side when you see his reaction. He closes his eyes. He chews slowly. He savors. 

It makes you feel good, to see people enjoy your food. Why shouldn’t it?

--

He comes back again and again, and before you know it, you consider him one of your regulars. Eventually, you ask his name, a habit you stick to for anyone that comes in every day or just about. His name is Seth, and he’s staying in town for a while on a work project. He has a sweet tooth, he tells you once, and you can believe it by the way he savors each bite of your food every time he stops in.

And then comes a day when you're--oddly, but not impossibly--alone in the bakery together for the first time.

“It’s quiet in here,” he remarks from his place at one of the tables, a half-finished piece of cake on his plate. He seems surprised. He came in later this morning, so the morning rush was now over, and it was one of those strange lulls in the day when you rarely got any customers.

You smile from behind the counter, where you’re simultaneously rearranging a case, planning on what items you should make more of tomorrow based on today’s sales, wiping off from stray crumbs that found their way onto the glass, and debating what to pick up for dinner on the way home.

“Right?” You shut the case and wipe your fingers on your apron. “Definitely a lot quieter than it is in the morning.” You shrug easily. “But I can’t exactly complain about that, can I?”

You see him smile from behind his coffee cup as he takes a sip. You wonder how much sugar he put in this time, and then shake the thought away. You found yourself wondering a little too much about what he ate, and why he chose the treats he did, and sometimes you even felt a little twinge of disappointment when he simply took his order to go instead of sitting in. You shouldn’t wonder those things, or feel those things, and so you try to shake them off.

He’s just another customer. That’s all. 

So you give him a little smile and head over to the nearby tables where people have left their plates and napkins and--you cringe--a child’s bandaid. 

“Why did you open this bakery?” 

It’s a sudden question. It doesn’t feel intrusive, the way it might have with a different customer. Somehow, Seth knows just the right way to ask things so that they don’t seem rude or imposing. It feels like you’ve known him for years, even though it’s only been a few weeks at most. 

“Well,” you say, dropping some collected trash in the bin. “I love baking. Obviously.” He makes a low noise at that, somewhere between a chuckle and a scoff. “But…” You stick your hands in the pocket of your apron. “More than that, I love sharing with others. Sharing what I bake, what I create... it’s like sharing a piece of myself every time.” You shrug. “Sorry, that sounds kind of weird, I guess.”

“Not at all.”

You look at him, then, and you’re overwhelmed with the sensation that you really do like being in his company. His smile is warm. His gaze is understanding. Above all, his presence feels familiar. Like you’re old friends. 

Yet there’s something else too, something on the edge of your inner knowledge that you can’t quite pinpoint. It makes you feel like you’ll get goosebumps. 

Isn’t that strange?

--

Unusually enough, you find yourself alone with him in the bakery more and more often. He used to come in in the morning, with the hustle and bustle of the morning commute, but lately he comes in just before your lunchtime. Which is, of course, after the actual lunch rush of office workers ordering in trays of sweets for their post-lunch meetings. 

Of course, being alone would be awkward if you were totally silent, so you talk. And he talks. You talk about books and movies--he’s woefully behind on seeing many of the classics, you tell him--and other little things. What cakes you’ll be making next week. What part of town he enjoys taking walks in. What your plans are for the future. 

You don’t mind it. It’s nice to talk to someone now and then, you don’t really get much time for conversation when you’re running a busy bakery. One day, you’re about to close for lunch, gesturing for him to walk ahead of you so that you can lock the door… when it starts to rain. Suddenly. A huge squall, seemingly out of nowhere. You jerk back from the door and then laugh at yourself. Who would get so startled by a little rain?

You look back at Seth, and realize that neither of you have any umbrellas. 

“Guess we’re stuck inside,” you say. 

“I suppose,” he answers, peering around you. You think he might just go outside anyway, but then he sits back down at his table, which he’d just cleared off for you. Another reason why he’s slowly becoming your favorite customer.

“Do you mind if I eat lunch here?” You ask. You normally went to the local park and ate your packed lunch on the benches. But you’d rather not eat a sandwich soaked and soggy with rainwater.

“Not at all,” he replies, in his charming way. If there was one word you could use to describe Seth, it was that: charming. You’re about to take a seat at another table, but he smiles at you and you sit down across from him. It would be rather strange to sit at a completely new table while he sat there watching you eat in silence . 

The conversation is banal enough at first. You talk about the sudden rain squall. And how surprising it was, especially for the season. You ask him how his day has been. 

“Unorthodox,” he says, and you’re about to ask him to elaborate when he suddenly leans down a little on his elbow, cupping his chin in his hand.

“I have been wondering something.”

You chew a bite of your sandwich. “Oh?” You ask, covering your mouth with one hand. “What?”

“What is your secret?”

You make a little noise around your bite, then finish chewing so that you’re not showing off masticated ham, cheese and bread.

“Secret?”

He chuckles, and you feel a little flutter in your stomach that you push down. It’s not right to feel things like that about Seth. That doesn’t mean you don’t feel them, though. Something about him is so inviting and calming, especially right now, in the quiet bakery with nothing but a soft drizzle for background noise.

“The secret to your success. The success of the bakery, of course.” 

“Ohhh,” you say, and you get another nibble of your sandwich before you decide to answer.

“If you believe the locals,” you begin, voice laced with just a dash of bitterness. “I’m a witch.”

You expect him to laugh, but he doesn’t. Instead he merely raises his eyebrows a little.

“Are you?” His lips are pressed together, and his expression is unusually somber. You realize, suddenly, that his question is entirely serious. 

And then you laugh, grinning, baring your teeth in all their I-hope-there’s-no-sandwich-bits-in-them glory.

“No! Of course not.” You fiddle with the wrapper of your sandwich, tucking it back into your lunchbag to take care of later. If anything, Seth’s expression looks disappointed. Like he was expecting you to confess to being some sort of bakery witch, and you threw him for a loop with your easy denial. Maybe he’d heard the local gossip and found the reality wanting.

“But,” you add, after a few moments of pause, and you can’t help grinning and shooting him a mischievous look. “I do have a secret ingredient.”

Seth smiles, just a little, just a crack.

“I take it that the secret ingredient isn’t a magic potion that makes customers fall in love with your cupcakes.”

You scoff, laughing, and shake your head.

“It’s love.”

He regards you thoughtfully. It’s a cliché, but he doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, you feel like he’s taking your answer just as seriously as his question about your alleged dabbling in witchcraft.

“I opened the bakery because of my boyfriend,” you continue, clarifying the details. You see his expression fall, just a little, before it smooths itself out. “I would sell cupcakes online or take orders from mom’s looking for kid’s birthday cakes, things like that. And one day, I realized that he was the love of my life, and I wanted to really settle down in this town with him and… well.” You gesture to the bakery. “He supported me the whole way. He even helped me get the loan for this place, and I’ve been baking here ever since.” 

You smile, fondly. “I guess you could say he made my dreams come true.” 

The rain seems to let up as your conversation wanes. He’s gone quieter than he was before. There’s something a bit disappointed in him, a little sour. Maybe he was hoping for a more exciting answer.

Maybe he was hoping you were single, a voice inside you says, and you mentally hush it. But, as you give Seth a wave that he returns rather somberly, you wonder if that voice wasn’t on the right track.

--

You don’t see Seth the next day. Or the next. It’s strange, at firs. Until it isn’t. Regulars come and go, after all. Maybe he moved. Maybe his doctor told him to take it easy on the sweets. Maybe that last conversation proved your little voice right, and he was simply trying to ask you out on a date, and left, dejected, when he realized you were seeing someone. 

It doesn’t matter. Life changes. 

Though not always for the better.

The day your boyfriend breaks up with you, you feel like the ground might cave in underneath you. No, you feel like it should cave in, like you want it to cave in. You want to be swallowed whole until you’re eating dirt, drowning in it, buried in the ground where you can’t feel anything but suffocation.

That tense feeling doesn’t last. But the pain continues. The sorrow continues.  Especially when he seems someone else. Especially when she…you don’t want to think about that, though. Never again.

And little by little, other things change, too. You begin to lose some regulars. You start getting complaints about the food. Cakes that are stale, cupcakes that are underdone, and even a brownie with a piece of foil stuck in the middle. You can’t blame people for complaining. Your heart just isn’t in it anymore. 

Maybe love was a magical ingredient after all, and now that yours was gone, you had nothing to put into your treats but sorrow and self pity. 

Sorrow and self pity don’t pay the bills. And neither does a bakery that’s losing customers by the day. Eventually, it’s too much, and you’re forced to make the toughest decision of your life. You have to close. Some customers return for that last week, bittersweet smiles and cooing sounds coming out of their mouth. You don’t really care. You know the cakes they buy out of pity will probably get tossed out or fed to their toddlers who don’t care about anything but a sweet, sugary taste.

--

It’s the last day that your bakery will be open, and you’re glad that you decided to only stay open through the morning, closing before what used to be the lunch rush. It gives you time to enjoy the place in solitude. The decorations have already been packed up. All of the cases but one have been emptied and cleaned and locked up. You only kept two tables out front, not that you needed them--no one wanted to sit there this morning, with the gloomy atmosphere and the awkward tension in the air.

Now that you’re alone, you finally let yourself cry. Hot, humiliated, horrible tears that aren’t just for your bakery but for the life you had with your boyfriend that was cut down and ended . You thought you were going to get married. You thought you would have children with him. You thought you would grow old and sit together on the porch and rocking chairs , watching the sunset and all that crap. But no. None of that will happen, your bakery is closing, and you’re all alone. 

You’re about to lock up for good and eat something for lunch that you probably won’t even taste through your sorrow, when you hear the door open and the bell above the door clatter and ring.

It startles you, because you thought you took that out this morning. Didn't you? You spin around, and there he is. 

Seth.

It feels like a cruel joke. Familiar feelings rush back in, memories blinking in and out. The conversations you shared, sometimes surprisingly deep, often light, kind, funny. The way his eyes sometimes made you feel giddy, and then guilty, because you shouldn’t have been thinking about him like that. Not that it mattered now. Now, you were alone.

“Oh, Seth,” you say, voice thick with your tears, which you start rapidly wiping away with the back of your hands. “I wasn’t expecting anyone else, since… we’re closing.” Your voice is so tight the last words barely come out.

There’s a pinched sort of sympathy on his face. It looks unnatural there.

“Yes, I saw the sign.” He gazes around at the empty shell that was once a bustling bakery. “I thought business had been going well?”

“It was,” you say. “Great big emphasis on was.”

Your smile is bitter and tight and upset.

Seth clucks, a soft sound against the roof of his mouth. “Care to tell me what happened?’

And although it’s been more than a year since you’ve seen him, it’s like your mind and body slide into the old routine that the two of you shared before. Easy conversations,  words that seem to spill out of your mouth even though you had only just met him. You’re tired, you’re sad, you feel numb and you want someone to share your pain with. 

You search for the words. What did happen? What made you go from the top of the world to here, wiping away tears and mascara on your hands in front of a lonely cake display stand?

And then it comes to you. The perfect words. You don’t sigh them out, romantic and wistful. Instead they come short, clipped, bitter. And painfully true.

“I lost my secret ingredient.”

His eyes widen and you almost feel bad for being so short, so open, so honest. 

But then he regards you with those eyes, eyes that you remember thinking about now and then while you were on the bakery floor. They were so deep, so thoughtful. You could get lost in them. Fall into them. Like leaning over a pond.

And then you remember where you are, and where he is, and you want to leave. You want to lock this place up and never think about it again. Dashed dreams and ruined futures--you want to be rid of it.

“I was just locking up,” you tell him, gathering your purse and your courage all in one go. 

He nods, understanding, walking behind you as you step up to the door for the last time. You glance up and there are no bells--but then how--but you don’t have time to think anymore because there is a sudden, pouring rain outside that obscures everything in front of you. A cold rain. A misty rain. A terrible squall.

“You’re kidding,” you mutter. You don’t have your umbrella. You glance behind and of course, neither does Seth.

What he does have is a bag in his hand from a local takeout place.

“Lunch? For old time’s sake?” 

You don’t answer and he gestures with his chin towards the rain.

“Unless you want to brave it.”

You glance outside. It looks freezing unpleasant and foggy. You may be feeling sorry for yourself, but you’d feel even worse if you were soaked to the bone. And there’s something else about it that makes you second guess stepping outside. The mist, it’s… you shake your head. It doesn’t matter. 

“Sure,” you say, turning around to face him, forcing a smile, because you do suddenly feel like an asshole for being so short and cold with him. It’s not his fault your business failed. It’s not his fault your life is a mess. 

This time it doesn’t feel charming to be stuck inside during the rain, eating lunch with a regular customer. You feel like you’re trapped in a tomb. You feel like you’re a ghost, pretending to live some place that had long since gone to rot.

This time, there is no jovial conversation between you. Only silence and the sound of wrappers, of chewing.

And then--

“What if I could help you get your business back on track?”

It’s not something you expected him to say, and you’re surprised by how much it hurt your heart to hear it. You didn’t think you could say such mundanely cruel things with ease. 

“Please don’t start that.” You chew your food with renewed bitterness, barely tasting it. “I’ve already been down that road with finance managers and all sorts of people promising they knew how to fix things. None of it worked.” You lick your lips. You scoff, sighing, almost laughing a little. “Unless you have a magic wand…”

He smiles when you say this. But it’s not a mocking smile. It’s like he knows something. Like you told a joke, but didn’t even realize it. 

“No need for a magic wand.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, you fight down the urge to snark.  You shouldn’t. This is Seth. You weren’t friends, exactly, but as close as it could have been, considering that he was a customer of your shop for so long. He doesn’t mean any harm, you repeat to yourself. He’s just trying to help.

“So, what? Business plan?” You raise your voice, teasing darkly. “Money laundering?”

His smile seems more serious. And there’s something in his eyes that gives you pause. Even before he talks and takes your breath away with his words. 

“Did you ever tell Mrs. Wolcott that you were the one who picked her husband’s last flowers from her garden? Or did you keep that secret to her grave?”

You’ve never felt such a sudden, horrible lack of air before. It’s like you’ve been punched in the stomach and can no longer breathe. You barely heard the sound of the rain pounding outside. You heard only silence, and your heartbeat, pounding so loud it made you feel sick. 

Mrs. Wolcott was your neighbor when your family lived in a different town, in a different state.  Back when you were a child. She had known you since birth, and doted on you in the way that neighborhood women sometimes did. Her husband was an avid gardener and when he died, she kept up his garden as a way to remember him. 

You don’t know why you did it. It wasn’t out of malice or revenge or anything like that. But one day, you waltzed into her garden when you knew she wasn’t home, and picked every single flower. You didn’t even take them home. You just left them on the ground, scattered memories, plucked like they were nothing. Later, when you saw how upset she was, you cried yourself to sleep for two weeks straight. You even gave her flowers from your garden, a pitiful offering. She smiled and blubbered and held you close before offering you old candy from a dish. 

But you would never admit to what you’d done. And you never did. She died, not knowing who had done such a terrible thing to her husband’s memory period to her precious garden. 

“No,” you answer, voice hoarse, as if you’ve been talking for hours. It feels like you have, suddenly--like you’ve been here with Seth for an eternity. 

“How… how did you know that?” Clarity returns slow and sluggish. He heard it from someone in town. Or he’s some kind of stalker. Or he found your childhood diary at a landfill and tracked you down just to mess with you. Yes. Maybe. Sure. There had to be some explanation. Right?

“I know lots of things.” He pauses. “About everyone. Everything. Not just you.” He doesn’t smile, exactly, but his expression contains a casual lightness that hurts as his next words leave his lips. “It was cruel of your boyfriend to leave you for the reason he did, you know.” 

Don’t say it, you think. Don’t you dare say it out loud. 

If he says it, you know, you just know that you’ll shatter into a million pieces. Christ, you don’t care if he knows--but how does he know? No one else knew, not even your mom, not even your friends--so long as he doesn’t say it out loud. So long as he doesn’t bring it to life syllable by syllable.

“How did he put it…” Seth’s head tilts a little to the side, as if he’s remembering a conversation he wasn’t there for, a conversation he shouldn’t be able to reference at all. Yet he does. With his next words… he does. “Ah, yes. ‘I want to be with someone that can give the family I want. Give me children.’” 

His words bring you back to that evening, when you came home from work to find his bags packed, to find him waiting in the kitchen with a serious expression. It had only been two weeks since you’d gotten the confirmation of your infertility. Two weeks. He couldn’t wait any longer than that?

And Seth knew. Seth knew every word, down to the syllable, down to the way your boyfriend--ex-boyfriend, you remind yourself--said it.

You want to throw up. You want to leave. Neither happens. 

“You’re just… you’re just a stalker,” you say, sputtering and desperate. Because it’s the only thing that makes sense. Even if it doesn’t. A stalker wouldn’t know that childhood secret. A stalker couldn’t know why your boyfriend left, or what he said to you. Or what happened next, the very thing that turned your heart to ash.

His expression turns softer, pitying. As if he might actually hate to say what comes out of his mouth next. “And that other woman becoming pregnant so soon after they started dating. Terrible, really.”

The sound of the rain outside stops so abruptly that you jump in your chair and turn your head to look. Outside, the rain is gone, but a thick fog is in its place. So thick you can’t really see beyond the glass storefront of your bakery. What was happening? What in the world was happening to you?

Slowly, you turn your head back to face Seth. And in that moment, you see his eyes now clearer than you ever have before--see them for what they are. Limitless and knowing and old, so very old.

“Who are you?” It comes out in a hoarse whisper. Some primal fear keeps your throat thick and your breath short.

“What’s a name?” His fingers fiddle with the edge of his coffee cup, and it’s now that you notice, abruptly, that his first two fingers are the exact same length. Maybe you saw it before and brushed it off as a trick of the light, but now it seems strange and terrible. 

“You call me Seth, anyway,” he continues. “You can continue to do that. But that’s not what’s important, is it?” He meets your gaze, and you can’t look away. “I told you, I can get your bakery back into top shape.”

You shake your head without thinking. You don’t want his help. You want him to leave. You want the rain to let up and to leave this bakery and this town forever. 

“I didn’t take you for being so hasty,” he chides. “I thought you would know a good deal when you saw one.”

“A deal?” 

The question seems to engage him, because he leans forward now, chin in hand. 

“Yes, a deal. That’s why I came back. To offer my assistance.” He gestures around him, at the empty hull that was once your biggest dream. “It’s a shame to waste your talent. To waste your generosity.” He smiles, a little, and it’s such an empathetic smile that you almost feel like crying. When was the last time someone showed you empathy, not just cloying pity? 

“You put your heart and soul into this bakery, didn’t you? Your love.” The last word is said in nostalgia, as if he’s reliving a memory. “You gave it to others so freely. Yet as soon as you were struggling, the customers you’d been so generous with… well.” He doesn’t need to say the rest.

There’s a few moments of pause. And you realize he wants you to speak.

“You…” Your words come out slow, measured. You feel like you’re floating, and you’re desperately trying to gain some purchase on the ground. Seth… what was he? He knew things he couldn’t. And in his eyes, there was something--something you couldn’t exactly explain. But his eyes told you everything (and yet nothing) about him. He wasn’t human. He was… something else. 

Something that was offering you an impossible dream. A deal? 

“You could make my bakery popular again,” you say finally, voice slow and disbelieving. 

“Yes,” he replies, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. “I could make it so no one remembers your recent failures, and it’s as busy as it ever was. Busier, if you want. Or,” and there’s something kind in his voice now. “If the memories would be too much for you, you can start a bakery somewhere else. Or any type of business, really. All that matters is that it’s a success, right? All that matters is that you’re happy.” 

You snort through your nose. 

“Why do you care if I’m happy or not?”

An odd expression crosses his face. Then it’s gone, replaced with a placid smile. Yet underneath it, there’s still something, a hint, a inch of… what, exactly? You feel like you’ve seen that expression on him before. On that last day before he left. 

But he smooths it out entirely until you’re left with nothing but his calm expression and his words. 

“You could say I’m in the business of granting people their deepest wish. And that’s yours, isn’t it? To be happy again?”

And it is. Oh God, it is. You want so badly to feel happy like you used to--to wake up in the morning, giddy and bright, dreaming of the future and kneading it with your own flour-dusted hands. You want to feel anything but the empty, aching loneliness and sorrow that you’ve felt over these past months. You want to feel whole… so whole that you can once again start giving away pieces of yourself, your heart, to others.

Seth could make that happen. 

But at what price? 

“What…” you begin, feeling very small and very young in the face of all this. “What would you want in return?” 

“Not much.” His voice is level and calm and reasonable. Like you’re doing business in a regular bakery, and not making some sort of otherworldly deal involving magic for what you thought were impossible things. “Only one thing, really.”

Your fingers grip the edge of the table until your knuckles hurt. 

“What thing?”

He reaches towards you, and his hand is warm as it covers your own, tight-knuckled, trembling. You don’t want him to touch you--what will he feel like?--but when he does,  there’s only warmth, ordinary and mundane. 

A million possibilities run through your mind. His fingers tighten on yours, which slacken. He takes up your hand, lifting it from its death-grip on the table, and your heart hammers.

Does he want your soul? Your life? A sacrifice? Something worse, something you can’t even comprehend? 

Your gaze goes from his hand on yours to his face, and you recognize the serious expression on it as one he wore on the last day you saw him before your life turned sideways. 

Seth smiles. His eyes light up, all blue and green and you think again of the sensation of falling into them, of being lost in them, drowned in them, unable to pull away from them forever. 

“In return, what I want is…” he says, pausing, letting his words sink in before he delivers the finishing blow. “Your secret ingredient.” 

The mist outside is unrelenting. 

[haute-pockette]

Food & Cooking Headcanons

The order of best cooks in the lair goes Mikey, Raph, Leo, Splinter, Donnie

Splinter is a pretty decent cook but he makes only very basic meals like pasta or chicken and rice

His fanciest dish is his green bean casserole

The first thing they ever made was a cake they saw on tv, the tots wanted to surprise their papa with a yummy treat!

Ended up with flour and sugar everywhere

But that sparked Mikey’s love of cooking

He’d watching the cooking channel whenever he could after that

Seeing his interest Splinter would try to keep an eye out for cookbooks when scavenging up top.

Leo loves to bake with his baby brother too

If Leo’s in the kitchen you can be sure something sweet will be made

He’s kind of messy and doesn’t always clean up after himself but the food tastes good

Raph’s cooking is usually meals when Splinter is busy

Simple foods but he also dares to borrow Mikey’s cookbooks to change things up

As long as he has a recipe he can manage to make it

Raph or Mikey are usually the first two up so they tend to make breakfast

If you smell pancakes or waffles it’s Mikey cooking

Eggs tend to be Raph

Donnie is not allowed to cook

Not after he set the kitchen on fire too many times

He’s trusted with the fridge, the microwave, the coffee maker and that is it

That’s fine with him though since he doesn’t have the patience to cook anyways

Hence the fires from trying to speed up the process

April isn’t too great a cook

But she enjoys decorating Leo and Mikey’s baked goods with them

She is also the fiend that will try to eat dough, batter, frosting, etc, right out of the bowl

April has been banished from the kitchen a few times for trying to eat before food is ready

Despite being a food thief April is very protect of her own food

There will be hands thrown if someone goes for her plate

The “too much hot sauce” comes from over-spicing her food so the turtles don’t go for it

The turtles can’t handle the heat like she can

Cassandra is an excellent cook

Though she is a little aggressive in the chopping, tenderizing, and such

She stress bakes

The brownie recipe from Grandma CJ’s brownies are actually a family recipe

It’s her comfort food but she won’t admit that to anyone

Unlike the turtles she can handle the heat and also loves spicy foods

Treats hot sauce like a challenge and all the turtles die inside when she straight up drinks the stuff

Won’t steal April’s food though because she respects her and plates are clear boundaries

Casey though is a scavenger

Does roasting whatever meat you can kill and feasting on expired canned goods count as cooking?

No? Then he can’t cook

He’s not a picky eater at all and has no sense of what is or isn’t a healthy diet

Mikey tries to teach him but it doesn’t go so well

He not only discovers a love for pizza but also fresh fruit

Especially strawberries

And his mom’s brownies are heaven on earth as far as he’s concerned

Boy discovers so many good foods he cries

Also has to learn to stop stockpiling and rationing cause food is more than available here

Getting steady healthy meals Casey Jr beefs up and hits a major growth spurt

Casey Jr flourishes, let this boy be happy

[maximons]

Tricks And Treats

Summary: Pietro tries to get Wanda and Y/n to finally admit their feelings for each other and takes them to a haunted house. Too bad Wanda is a full on scaredy cat...or is that exactly what is needed?

Word Count: 2,915

Genre: Fluff

Requested?: Yes

A/N: Finally back with the Fluff! Here’s that one shot I promised like a week ago lmao Happy Reading!

Halloween was for sure your favorite holiday.

You knew you were in the minority with that thought, seeing most people picked Christmas as their favorite, but you didn’t care. You always loved the time of year that came with Halloween, your birthday fell pretty close to it, you get to dress up and pretend to be someone else for a day, and it’s full on spooky season! What wasn’t there to love?

Well apparently a lot, at least according to your best friend Wanda.

For someone who’s a witch, you find it very funny that she doesn’t like the holiday.

You first met Wanda during the whole Ultron situation, back then she took on a more ‘emo’ appearance. Don’t tell anyone you said this, but you wouldn’t mind if she adopted the look again cause damn, so you just assumed Halloween and all things spooky would be for her, right?

Wrong.

You quickly learned that Wanda was not a fan of scary. You remember asking her to go see this new horror movie with you, it was your first time hanging out alone together and you just figured it’d be something she was into.

By the end of the movie, her face was buried in her knees, and she didn’t believe you when you told her the movie was over. The poor teenager working the theater was pretty annoyed with you both.

Needless to say, you didn’t bother her about anything spooky related again.

So when Pietro came to you two asking if you wanted to go to the new haunted house in town, you were beyond shocked that she agreed without a second thought.

“Uh, Wanda are you sure?” You asked, very hesitant. “I don’t know if you’ve ever been to a haunted house before, but-”

“I know what they are, Y/n.” Wanda cut you off before you finished, seeming very enthused, which confused you more. “I think it’ll be really cool!”

“Yeah...Wands, I know this group. This isn’t your typical ‘few scary decorations with the occasional light jump scare’ thing. These guys are intense.” You tried again. You didn’t know what had gotten into the witch, but you were sure she was making a mistake here.

“Y/n/n, relax. I’m not a child, I can handle myself. Trust me, okay? It’ll be great!” The bright smile on Wanda’s face was always a sight you welcomed, but it confused you in the moment. Still, you knew once her mind was set on something...let’s just say it’d be easier to find all the infinity stones than to talk her out of it.

“Alright, if you say so.” You shrugged, deciding it was best to drop the topic. Besides, she was right, Wanda’s a grown woman who can make her own choices. You just get to wait to be able to tell her that her choice was a stupid one. “So Friday night?” You asked Pietro, who nodded excitedly.

“Friday night!” He confirmed.

“Okay, cool.” You took another quick sip of your morning coffee before setting your mug down. “I gotta get ready for training. So happy to be working with Steve today instead of Nat, he’s always a walk in the park.” You said sarcastically with a roll of your eyes. “Wish me luck.” 

The twins wished you luck as you left the room to go get ready. After they were sure you were out of earshot, the witch turned to her brother. “This is your plan? Are you crazy?”

“I know, I know, but trust me, okay?” He reassured, walking to the fridge to grab himself a drink. “Y/n loves this stuff, and as she is the love of your life-”

“Whoa, whoa, I-I never said-”

“-You should experience the things that she loves to do.” Pietro finished, ignoring his sister’s intervention. “I’ll do my best to stay out of your guys’ way, and you have the whole evening to yourselves. Sounds perfect to me.”

“Yeah, until I act like a complete, how do they say, ‘spaz’ around her again.” Wanda sighed, leaning on the kitchen counter in defeat.

“You won’t. You know what kind of things to expect now. And if you do freak out, all the more reason to be by her side. She will protect you.”

Wanda looked at her brother in confusion. “I can protect my self.”

Pietro rolled his eyes playfully. “Not what I meant. You will see, sestra.”

Friday night came before you know it, and you, Wanda and Pietro were waiting in the line to buy your tickets to enter.

“Holy shit, this is a long line.” Pietro complained, causing you to chuckle.

“Not surprising. It’s the week before Halloween, weather’s nice, and this group doesn’t come to New York a whole lot. More surprised it isn’t longer actually.” You shrugged.

“Why don’t they come to New York? I thought this was one of America’s more popular states?” Wanda asked.

“It is, but ever since Loki invaded and our merry band of misfits formed, tourism and things like this have been down a whole lot.” You leaned down to get closer to Wanda’s ear. “I guess we’ve been the scary ones all along.” You joked, but Wanda was more focused on trying to calm down and forget the feeling of your breath against her ear.

“Everything alright there, Wanda?” Pietro asked after a moment, teasing smirk on his face. Before Wanda could even fire back, a voice from in front of you spoke up.

“No way! You guys are Avengers!” The group in front of you turned around, one of the guys recognized you instantly.

“Uh, yes...we are.” Wanda awkwardly stated. You knew Wanda hated fan interactions, and to be honest you weren’t a fan of these situations either. They were unpredictable. The Avengers were either beloved or despised, and you’ve been on both ends of the reaction spectrum. Wanda and Pietro, unfortunately, have seen a lot more animosity than you and the others.

Honestly, you couldn’t even fault the ones that didn’t love you guys. You weren’t ignorant and knew your battles have caused a lot of problems for a lot of people. You could sympathize, but that didn’t mean you wanted to be on the receiving end of that anger. Especially not when you were trying to just have a fun night out with your friends. “Look guys, we’re really just here to have a good time. We don’t wanna cause a scene.” You said.

“Nah, nah, it’s cool. I think you guys are awesome!” The guy said, and it was clear to you then that the dude was baked out of his mind. “Especially you, with the red wiggly woos!” He pointed to Wanda as he gave a terrible impression of her hand movements. You smiled, happy to see a fan interaction go well for Wanda.

The joy you felt didn’t last long though, as another guy in the group turned to you, blunt in his hand. “Hey, you’re the fire one right? Can you do me a solid?” He gestured to you, asking you to give him a light. You sighed, the twins chuckling at the situation.

“Yeah, but don’t ask again.” You ignited the tip of your finger, gently placing it on the end of the blunt. The group turned around in line and continued to go about their own conversation. You felt Wanda elbow your side, and you turned to see a smirk on her face. When you heard Pietro’s snicker, you groaned.

“Shut up.”

“Look at you, helping delinquents. Aren’t you supposed to be a superhero? Bringer of justice and all of that?” Wanda teased and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Yeah, but I’m the fun one. It’s just weed.” You said confidently, but the witch saw through it and you dropped the act. “And the last time that happened and I said no, the dude burst into tears.” You said under your breath.

“There it is.” She smiled, and you couldn’t help but smile back despite you being the subject of mockery. You loved seeing her smile, you didn’t care about the reason why.

Before you knew it, Pietro announced that you guys were next in line to buy tickets. He bought his and stepped aside so you can go next. “Hi, two please.” Wanda turned to you with her eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

“Wha- Y/n, I can afford it.” She chuckled nervously, flattered by the action.

“I know, but when I have to drag you out of here cause you’re paralyzed in fear, at least you won’t regret dropping forty bucks on it.” You shrugged as you handed the cashier your credit card.

Wanda’s face reddened, something she quickly tried to hide from her brother who was enjoying this way too much. Her flustered state faded quickly when she processed what you said. “Hey!” You chuckled before thanking the cashier as she returned your card.

“Please go to the table to sign your waivers, entrance is down that hill. Enjoy your night.” The monotone voice told you that the poor woman’s been working all night. You didn’t have time to dwell on that though as you felt a panicked tapping on your arm.

“What’s wrong? We haven’t even entered yet.” You teased.

“W-what did she mean by waivers?” You chuckled at the panicked tone in the witch’s voice.

“Just means if you have a heart attack or something, you can’t sue.” You shrugged nonchalantly, but Wanda took it very seriously and turned to you with even wider eyes.

“That can happen!?”

“Well, it happened at least once if the thought of doing a waiver.” You answered, once again, nonchalantly. You looked at Wanda and could swear you saw her blood run cold. You laughed, which resulted in you receiving a glare. “Relax, Wan, you’ll be fine. You’re an Avenger, you’ve faced off against killer robots, stared death in the face time and time again!” You exclaimed dramatically as you waved your arms. You noticed Wanda start to smile and relax her shoulders. 

“Thanks, Y/n.” She gave you a sweet smile, and you couldn’t help but melt.

“Yeah, anytime.” Your eyes locked with Wanda, you were about to look away but couldn’t. ‘Wow, were her eyes always this green? They’re beautiful.’ You thought.

A blush appeared on the witch’s face as she tore her gaze from you. You were about to ask what happened, but were interrupted. “Let’s go slow pokes!” Pietro’s voice shouted, effectively breaking the moment.

“Yeah, yeah Sonic, we’re coming!” You rolled your eyes as you shouted back. Wanda giggled at the banter between you and her brother, she loved that you two were close. With that, you and her headed down the hill towards the entrance.

After about a half hour, it seemed Wanda was holding up well. The three of you walked out of the corn maze, and she had a triumphant smile on her face. “I thought you said this place was scary.” She teased causing you to roll your eyes playfully.

“Congratulations you survived the corn maze, you get to join the hall of fame with the other twelve year-olds.” As if to emphasize your point, three twelve year-olds ran out of the maze in giggles, clearly unaffected. Wanda pouted. “Aw, don’t worry. I thought you were very brave.” You teased yet again, which resulted in an elbow to the side.

“You’re a jerk.” Wanda held back a smile as she strutted forward. You laughed as you jogged forward to catch up.

“Alright, are you guys ready for the big one?” Pietro asked and your eyes widened.

“Oh, Piet, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You said as you nudged your head towards Wanda, hinting that you didn’t think she could handle that. Unfortunately, she caught on.

“Aw come on, Y/n. I’m not a baby.” 

“I know, but you can’t go from the corn maze to...that.” You gestured towards the haunted maze entrance, a giant purple demon with smoke blowing out of it’s ears looming over. You guys turned at the sound of screams, and saw a group run out of the maze in fear, which then dissolved into laughter.

“They seem to be having fun.” Wanda gestured towards the group.

“Yeah, after the screams of terror.” You shot back. “You can’t go from walking around the block to running a marathon.”

“Oh yeah? Watch me.” Wanda strutted forward towards the entrance, determined to prove you wrong.

You groaned as you looked over to Pietro, who watched the whole ordeal with a cheeky smile. “Your sister���s insane.”

“Yeah, but you love it.” Pietro said under his breath, but you still heard it.

“What?”

“Nothing!” With that, the man sped forward, catching up to his sister at the entrance. You stared after him for a moment in shock before joining them.

The three of you walked the path, and everything seemed to be going well...for all of five seconds. The first jump scare happened behind Wanda. The loud screech startled her, and she jumped with a scream. She stumbled into your arms, and you wrapped them around her in order to keep her from falling. You chuckled, and Wanda looked up at you with the intention to glare. However, when your eyes locked again, Wanda couldn’t help but stare.

You, of course, had to ruin the moment. “Not too late to turn back, y’know. This is just the beginning.” Wanda groaned and pulled away from you, continuing forward. You laughed. “You can hold my hand if you want!” You don’t know what compelled you to say that, but you knew you weren’t entirely joking.

And you didn’t regret it when Wanda reached out and held your hand without another word. You smiled, squeezing her hand.

What you didn’t see was Pietro giving Wanda a thumbs up as you both walked past.

At some point, you guys lost Pietro in the dark maze. Wanda wasn’t even worried as she still held your hand tightly, and you knew the man would be fine and he’ll meet up with you at the exit. 

Wanda had been holding up better than you thought. You wouldn’t say she was good per say, seeing as she screamed and practically jumped into your arms at the slightest sound, but she hadn’t collapsed on the ground in tears yet, so you’d count that as a win.

“Gotta say, Maximoff. I’m impressed.” You said as you two walked down the maze hand in hand.

“I’m just being that super brave Avenger like you said.” Wanda giggled, and you couldn’t help but melt at the noise.

“Well you’re doing an awesome job. Even if the last three guys almost made you pee your pants.” You laughed loudly as you took in the shocked reaction the woman gave you.

“Y/n!” She scolded, but before you could even respond, the worst jump scare yet occurred. 

A large animatronic growled and lowered from the ceiling right behind Wanda. The witch turned to look briefly as she screamed loudly and jumped to you again. This time, however she literally jumped into your arms. You quickly braced your hands under her thighs, catching her, as she wrapped her legs around your waist. The force from the jump caused you to stumble back into a darker corner of the maze. Your back hit a hay wall, and you and Wanda laughed at the moment. Your laughter continued for a moment, and Wanda lifted her head from your shoulder to look into your eyes. Both of you got quiet as you continued to stare, sensing the moment shift.

“You okay?” You whispered, almost as if talking to loudly would shatter the moment. Wanda nodded, eyes still locked onto yours. After a moment of silence, she spoke up.

“Y’know...I think a distraction would help.” Your eyebrows shot up at the insinuation. You doubted you heard her correctly, but when you saw her eyes shift down to your lips, you knew what she wanted. And you wouldn’t lie and say you didn’t want it too.

“I...Yeah, I think I could help with that.” You barely got your sentence out when Wanda smashed her lips to yours roughly. You tightened your hold on her thighs as she wrapped her arms around your neck. You stood there, making out roughly against the wall of the maze. As wild and sudden as this was, you wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.

Pietro noticed you two were gone for a really long time. He was beginning to get concerned, and pulled out his phone ready to call one of you. Turns out he didn’t need to. 

You two came out of the maze, only you weren’t alone. You and Wanda each had a security guard holding your arm. After you two were out of the maze completely, they let you go and walked off. It was then that Pietro noticed both of your disheveled states. And he could swear he saw two or three hickeys forming on your neck.

“No you didn’t-” He started, but you cut him off.

“Not a word.” Your hand found it’s way to Wanda’s as you guys walked towards the exit of the park, figuring it’d be bad Avengers press if you guys stayed any longer at this point. You had an awesome night anyway, and didn’t care if it ended a little early. Besides, you had a feeling you’d get to have some more...fun when you got back to the compound.

You didn’t notice Pietro high five Wanda’s free hand.

[dearestones]

Platonic! Axis and Immortal! Teen! Reader Headcanons

Warnings: Slight angst, slight fluff, mentions of WWII. 

Anonymous Request: How about the platonic immortal reader ask but with the axis? maybe including Prussia and Romano and maybe even Spain if it’s not too much?

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Germany 

The thing about Germany is that he’s young. Young by Nation standards and not as skilled or as experienced when it comes to dealing with the world. When he finds out that the reader exists, he… He kind of freaks out.

Immortal beings, he knows they exist and he is definitely one of the many phenomena that counts as immortal, but he has never been borne witness to an immortal human before! 

Germany definitely calls Prussia for advice on how to deal with teenagers. 

He also consults parenting guides, child psychologists, counselors, and even turns to other Nations who either reared younger Nations or are particularly close to humans. He takes meticulous notes and systematically tries out the advice—to varying degrees of success. 

What he finds out after he starts taking care of the reader is that the advice given to him isn’t a one size fits all situation. The reader isn’t a Nation who can govern themselves with minimal assistance. The reader isn’t a human who can die any day. The reader is special. 

The reader’s needs will be subsequently different. 

Once Germany realizes that not all advice will be good advice, he’ll turn to the reader. This time, he preps himself by actually listening and asking questions to find out the reader’s personality and their baseline needs and wants. 

After he finds out what makes the reader happy, what makes the reader tick, that’s when he’ll become the world’s greatest guardian. 

Yes, Germany will be a socially awkward mess at the start, but everything he does for the reader is because he cares so much, it almost hurts. Over time, he will gain more confidence and will show the reader that he is capable of taking care of them. 

Germany is a wonderful teacher, patient and enduring. He is keen on technology and the mechanical world, but he also has a keen grasp on other subjects. If the reader has any trouble learning about basic concepts on disciplines that Germany isn’t familiar with, he will personally stay up late at night going through research documents and looking up video lectures so that he can help out the reader with whatever questions they might have. 

On lazy days, Germany will bake as many sweet treats as possible because the measuring process relaxes him. He won’t force the reader to help him, but he can’t deny that the sound of someone whisking the batter or banging pots together by accident makes him warm on the inside. What makes the baking process even more wonderful is watching the reader stuff themselves silly with whatever he’s made. (Don’t worry, Germany has already noted their likes, dislikes, and allergies).

If the reader doesn’t like sweets, that’s completely fine! Germany still makes great, hearty meals! Whenever he does go on a baking spree, he’ll take the reader to visit his neighbors so that they can taste his baked treats. Not only is it a great bonding experience between Nation and immortal human, but it definitely fills Germany with great joy to know that he is doing the parenting thing all right whenever Hungary, Prussia, or Austria tell him how wonderful and helpful the reader is. 

Germany is strict with rules, but he is lenient if the reader pleads their case with sufficient evidence to amend the rules. (As time goes on, Germany may bend more often than not).

Although he is very introverted, if the reader is not, he will definitely brave crowds and scheduled outings if it makes the reader happy. If the reader is more introverted, he makes sure that the both of them have lives that are equally spent inside and outside enjoying other people’s company. 

Germany doesn’t say “I love you” often, but the reader can see it when he gently corrects them as they measure flour into a batter. Or when Germany teaches them how to change a lightbulb. Or when Germany lightly scolds them for being reckless. Germany reveals his love by caring actions. 

Italia Romano

When Romano finds out that there is an immortal human and there’s no one to take care of them, of course he’ll take them in! What, did you think that he let any child—immortal or not—starve and freeze to death?

Food. The language that Romano is most familiar with is food. He doesn’t care about the reader’s situation, their name, or why they're immortal. Romano will take one glance at their face and immediately start boiling water and rolling the dough for fresh pasta. YES. HE WILL MAKE FRESH PASTA FOR THE READER. 

Sure, he’s suspicious of outsiders, but this is a child. Un bambino! He can interrogate them later after they’ve been fed. So what if you’re immortal and loved for a long time, you’re still a child mentally and by the grace of God, Romano will make sure that the reader is comfortable in his home.

Romano isn’t always the best parent, but he definitely tries. It may have been almost two thousand years or so since Grandpa Rome has come by to raise him, but Romano knows the basics. And well, Spain did teach him a thing or two regarding discipline. 

Once the pasta frenzy has worn off, Romano will make sure that the reader knows how to manage and clean a household, how to garden, cook, and what the best marketplaces are for great produce. He’ll be damned if the reader gets scammed and doesn’t learn basic life lessons while under his care. 

That said, he can be quite gruff and not as patient as most, but he’ll do his best to rein in his temper. His temper is reserved for those idiots at world summits and for terrible people. For the reader, he’ll either leave the room or train himself to know the signs that he’s getting angry so that he can calm himself down before then. (This is a skill that he can learn and hone if he realizes that the reader is scared of angry yelling or is uncomfortable in general with loud sounds).

(He’ll never admit it, but this is a skill that helps in international meetings).

When Romano isn’t busy with paperwork, he’ll make the reader help him with household chores. Never before has his household looked so clean! He can be a bit of a taskmaster, but now that he has to set an example for the reader, he finds that he isn’t as lazy and willing to commit to weeding his entire garden or dusting every inch of his house. 

Romano is also a bit of a fashionista. Milan may be in Veneziano’s territory, but Romano has Rome so that obviously makes him better. He’ll make sure that the reader is decked out in clothing that will make any person green with envy. The style and the colors will match whatever the reader likes and Romano will spare no expense so that the reader can show off. 

On most days, Romano does not like staying inside of the house all the time. He’s the outdoorsy type who needs continual stimulation from his surroundings. He’ll take the reader out on walks in the late afternoons and early evenings, when the air is cool and the day is winding down. Sometimes, he’ll talk about the plants and the houses they’ll pass, the history of the inhabitants from centuries past. Other times, he’ll remain quiet, lost in his own thoughts. Walking calms him down whenever he’s most stressed and he hopes that the reader will use this as a coping mechanism should life become just as stressful. 

Romano says “I love you” like it’s a fact that can’t be contested by skeptics and scientists alike. He says it likes he’s berating his little brother or scolding Spain for being stupid. Of course he loves the reader! Are they deaf, blind, and stupid? He made the reader pasta for God’s sake! (Now shut your mouth and let Romano mother you, you oblivious ingrate).

Italia Veneziano

Veneziano loves children! They could be small, they could be big, talkative or quiet, boisterous or reserved—he finds children so enchanting! They are God’s gifts to the world and Veneziano finds himself entranced by them. 

When he finds the reader, immortal teenager and all, Veneziano immediately tries to take them under his wing. He may have missed out on the reader’s formative childhood, but he will do his best to provide for a better future for them!

However, Veneziano is Veneziano. He can be a flighty person at times, which results in scatterbrained decisions and short term gratification. Unlike Romano, Veneziano may not always behave like an older guardian should. 

That isn’t to say Veneziano won’t be a good parent. Parenting, like any other discipline, requires patience and consistent practice. He was a child once, wasn’t he? Veneziano prefers both the words of his former guardians and personal experience rather than turning to guidebooks or advice from professionals. Veneziano will definitely contact Austria and Romano for help. After that, he’ll pay very close attention to his reader. 

While he may be scatterbrained and may make impulsive decisions, he can be very observant at times. As an artist, he knows what brushes to use, the strokes certain hairs can make. What hues and dyes are complimentary and contrasting. He uses his eye for details to know if the reader is doing well. 

He’s an emotional person—often prone to tears or wide grins. The instant he knows that the reader is feeling down, Veneziano will immediately come running with warm hugs and pecks on the cheeks. Depending on what the reader needs at the moment, Veneziano can lend an ear, offer a glass of water to calm them down, or simply sit in silence as the reader tries to process their emotions. Veneziano knows what it’s like to be put down and smothered rather than express how he truly feels—he’d rather prostrate himself in front of the pope and give up his faith than let his reader feel the same way under his care. 

Similarly, if the reader is feeling joyful, Veneziano shares in their happiness. Happiness is bright yellows and oranges to him, warm colors that light up the earth and sets an inviting candle aglow within. 

Veneziano, whenever he feels introspective and nostalgic for the past, often paints. It’s a medium that has enraptured him since the days of his infancy. While Romano favors work that hardens his fingers and limbers his muscles (gardening and sculpting are one of many), Veneziano prefers arts that are finely tuned and detailed. He likes to doodle, to draw. Sometimes, he might brush his fingers playfully on guitars or bang on the keys of a piano. If the reader wishes, and he hopes that they do, he’ll impart his knowledge of the arts. He’s a patient teacher, and while his instructions may leave a lot to be desired, that doesn’t mean he isn’t trying his hardest. Eventually, he learns how to teach and the reader eventually learns the art of their choice. 

Like Romano, Veneziano likes dressing in nice clothing. He’ll let the reader run around in the shops of his finest cities with his credit card. He’ll let the reader express themself. You want that fabric in that specific color and pattern? Well, he isn’t wearing it and he can definitely give the reader tips should they want it, but for the most part, he’s hands off with the aesthetics. He trusts the reader to come into their own, and if they don’t, at least Veneziano knows that they aren’t in want of new clothing. 

Veneziano’s heart is in the ocean. He loves swimming and on odd days, fishing. Being close to the water makes him somewhat childish at times, but for the most part, he feels somber. He’ll teach the reader to swim and maybe he’ll give them private tours of his beloved birthplace in a gondola. (Yes, he’ll even wear the attire associated with gondoliers if they really want it).

When Veneziano says “I love you”, it’s always said in private. He’s more extroverted than his brother and infinitely more scatterbrained, but this? This declaration of love for a teenager under his care? It’s meant to be a decision handled with care and deliberation. As a child, Veneziano had lost so many: his famed predecessors, a little empire who fought too many battles young, and countless humans he had befriended. Love had been fleeting in the past, does he dare hope to hold onto it now? Veneziano says it in the moments where he is at his most stressed, when pressure needs release and he needs to let the reader know that he cares, that he always cares. “I love you” he says when he feels like he’s about to lose everything.

Japan

Japan doesn’t know what to do. As a Nation who had once been the king of isolation and closed borders, he isn’t always keen on opening up to others. He’s gotten better over the years, but even he needed some time to be by himself so he can enjoy the solitude. When he meets the immortal, teen reader, he’s beside himself in panic. 

The reader had to have spent some time by themselves, right? Would it presumptuous of him to take them in when they don’t really know each other? Did the reader already have an established place to stay? What about family? Would he be overstepping to offer them a place to stay?

Unlike Romano and Prussia, Japan doesn’t immediately welcome the reader. He’s polite and kind as always, but the change in dynamic from strangers to a family unit is slow and gradual. Like a river burrowing through the base of a mountain. 

At first, Japan will visit the reader and hope that they are doing well. He’ll make sure that their education is taken care of, that all of their needs are met. He might be an acquaintance checking on a citizen of his country, but he cares. 

Honestly, it’s up to the reader to give Japan the go ahead to take them in. At that point, all of Japan’s anxieties about parenting seem to decrease by tenfold. (He still has anxiety, always will if he’ll answer you truthfully, but now he knows that the reader actually wants to spend time with him!) 

Japan may be an old man like China and France, but he is definitely up to date with the times. He’s not as obnoxiously adamant on getting cute things for the reader like China or making sure that they have finery that will make their peers jealous like France, but Japan can provide for the reader in his own understated way. He’ll take them out to the best districts in some of his favorite cities for clothing, video games, certain knick knacks that he thinks the reader might enjoy, and whatever entertainment they want. 

While he may not speak much or physically emote, he is still very keen on showing some of his favorite things to the reader. When he’s busy with work or if he can’t muster the energy to speak, he’ll text them his favorite anime, recommend new pop bands, and even provide the names of catchy light novels. 

Because Japan is very quiet, he might end up startling the reader at the most inopportune of times. To accommodate the reader (and to decrease the chances of suffering a heart attack because startling the reader also startles him as well), he’ll often knock on hard surfaces twice to alert them. It’s a simple system that has evolved to include simple words and phrases that sometimes replaces a lot of their conversation. 

It’s mostly quiet in their shared house, which Japan greatly appreciates. However, if the reader is more vocal or generally louder than what Japannis used to, he doesn’t particularly mind. There’s something oddly human about listening to a person hum or sing to themself while washing the dishes or dance a silly little jig while sweeping the floor. It’s not Japan’s usual way of expressing himself, but he won’t stop the reader from doing what they can to be happy. 

Sometimes, when the night is unbearably warm and they can’t sleep, Japan will invite them to sit outside with him. They can sit and watch the moon sail across the sky in silence. Other times, Japan might tell them stories about conversing with China or other Nations while sitting under the very same moon. It’s during these quiet moments that Japan’s inhibitions leave him and he starts talking like a river breaking through a dam. It’s not until the reader starts to show signs of sleeping that he’ll start to sing and bring them back inside. (The reader never remembers Japan singing and that’s fine by him).

It’s under the same moon and with the waning scrap of unconsciousness that the reader hears “I love you” come from Japan’s mouth. It’s a secret that is carried by the wind and is observed by the moon and stars. Perhaps, one day when Japan is confident that he feels worthy of being a parent for the reader that he will say it to their face without hesitation or the cover of night to mask his emotions. It’ll take a while, but so did the beginning of their relationship. It will happen and like all inevitabilities, Japan has already prepared for it.

Prussia 

Well. Prussia raised Germany. Of course he knows what he’s doing! Sure, Germany may have ended up taking many of his lessons to heart and that ended up in the culmination of the Second World War, but the reader is an immortal human teenager! They can’t be hard. 

And because Prussia is awesome like that, it isn’t. 

There’s a learning curve, of course, but Prussia is a seasoned warrior and guardian. Routines and discipline come easily to him; the dreams and wants for a progeny that will continue his legacy live on in Germany. For the reader, his dreams aren’t as big, but they don’t need to be. He put too much pressure on Germany when he was younger, now Prussia is adamant that he won’t put that same pressure on the reader. That doesn’t stop Prussia from instilling discipline and order into the reader.

Prussia is a disciplinarian, but he means well. He likes order in his own chaotic way and once he knows that the reader can meet his expectations, he doesn’t want anything lower than their best. It’s for their own good; he wants to see them grow into their potential. 

This means that Prussia will make sure that the reader has access to the best education. Sharp minds are the key to success. 

Discipline is also another aspect of order that he prides above all else. One day, he’ll show the reader his collection of journals, of how he religiously spends at least half an hour noting down his thoughts and experiences every day. He’ll give the reader a notebook and expect them to fill out a page each day. If the reader proves that they are disciplined, they can graduate to a journaling app, but Prussia would be secretly delighted if the reader stuck to the old pen and paper method. (They could totally have matching notebooks!)

Prussia isn’t always a drill sergeant, it’s just that he’s so used to Germany easily falling into line when he was a small Nation. If this caused conflict with the reader, it might take both parties to stand back and look into the situation with fresh eyes. The reader can’t deny that Prussia is right—discipline and order are necessary—but Prussia has to also admit that the reader is not Germany and that compromise is necessary. Once they both realize this, then their relationship becomes more lighthearted and Prussia becomes less of a disciplinarian and more of a strict, but doting father. 

(It’s hard to accept that the reader isn’t some sort of redemption arc for what happened to Germany. They’re different people, but Prussia will always carry that guilt with him. He hopes to never explain this to the reader, but he suspects that they already know).

Prussia isn’t all that up to date with modernity. Germany is more in line with trends, so he’ll just ask his dear sweet brother on how to deal with modern day teenagers. If Germany takes too long compiling PowerPoints on how to deal with humans, Prussia just straight up asks the reader what they want. Sometimes, handling the situation as bluntly as possible is the best way to go about things. 

Not many Nations know this about him, but Prussia loves baking. Who do you think taught Germany? There’s a science in the measuring of ingredients, a magic in how different times and temperatures affect the pastry. Prussia likes to bake traditional breads and cakes, but he doesn’t shy away from foreign foods. He’s a stickler for rules in the kitchen, so he won’t ask the reader for help, but he is Getty surprised and impressed if the reader can handle his austere attitude. Together, they can put the world’s best pastry chefs out of business.

Prussia loves Germany and he loves the reader. It should be apparent, right? He does say it… sometimes. But probably not enough. When was the last time he had told West that he… But this isn’t about him! Prussia doesn’t like admitting vulnerability on the best of days, but he will say “I love you” in his own way. In handwriting that had been taught to him by monks when he was still the Teutonic Order, Prussia writes his “I love you” in the covers of the journals that he bequeaths to the reader. Even if the reader doesn’t use journals anymore, he’ll slip heavy parchment into their pillows, pockets of their clothes, or in the gaps between their bedroom door and the floor. His “I love you” is quietly confident, his writing in a hand that cares deeply, but quietly. Prussia never uses his special parchment and pen for anyone else but for Germany and the reader.

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HETALIA AXIS POWERS/WORLD SERIES MASTERLIST

[dodo-begone]

Crotch Goblins

Pairing: Purpled x Reader, Ranboo x Reader, Tommy x Reader, Tubbo x Reader

Request: wait would it be cringe if i like. requested your take on the yandere kids

Word Count: 1.6K

Warning: yandere, fighting mentioned, stalking, fear of abandonment, anxiety, stealing, kidnapping, the egg

A/N: This is all platonic! Nothing romantic.

Ranboo

This poor child lives in constant fear of forgetting you. His memory issues are a big problem and it affects everybody he loves. And his anxiety definitely doesn’t help his situation; it only feeds his paranoia of losing you.

To prevent losing any precious memories of you, he’ll write down so much about you. He’d probably have books on books just dedicated to things about you he wants to remember. Another way to always remember you is to never be away from you! It’s much harder to forget somebody if you’re constantly around them!

If you allow it, he’ll fucking cling to you. He loves the attention and reassurance you give him. Aw yeah he's a poor memory boy and constantly scared of Dream and enderwalking. Please stay by him??? Pretty please??

He’ll occasionally come over to your house in search of your company. Though he won’t tell you that directly. It’ll be under the pretense that he’s very scared of something happening and wanted to stay with you for some comfort. Not all of that’s a lie though. He always goes to you when he’s anxious; you’re his safe place. You make everything right and good again. You found it rather endearing that he trusted and liked you so much. Baked treats would always be on standby for his visits.

He’ll occasionally come over to your house in search of your company. Though he won’t tell you that directly. It’ll be under the pretense that he’s very scared of something happening and wanted to stay with you for some comfort. Not all of that’s a lie though. He always goes to you when he’s anxious; you’re his safe place. You make everything right and good again. You found it rather endearing that he trusted and liked you so much. Baked treats would always be on standby for his visits.

He’ll slowly start to stay at your house for longer and come back quicker. Soon he’s practically living with you. You’re not bothered by it at first, and you don’t think about it after a while. The domesticity of the situation just feels right. Why would you disrupt something like this?? And he deserves some of this. After all, the dsmp isn’t a nice place, and especially not to Ranboo. Why don’t you just let him have this?

Tommy

Tommy lives in constant fear of you abandoning him. Or worse, having someone take you from him. He’s lost so many loved ones already, and he doesn’t know how many more he can live through. You’re one of his most prized possessions, besides Tubbo and the Disks. Above Tubbo, but a close contender with the disks.

He’s gonna be clingy af. And he’ll do anything you want him to. By that, he really means anything he thinks you’d want him to do or something that’s “necessary”. Overall it’s just bad stuff. Be prepared for some warfare to happen just for you.

No thought, only fighting. Fights will break out over the silliest things. Like he wants attention from you? Fight! Someone getting too close?? Begone thot!! This is his friend! Not theirs! Back off.

After every fight, you’ll bandage his wounds while lecturing him. Not a single thing you say will be properly heard by Tommy. Your words would slur together in his ears, turning themselves into a beautiful song. Did you know your voice sounds really good? Oh yeah, you make the pain go away so quickly too. Your medical skills are just so fucking good, can’t you see?

There will be no question that he’d steal for you; he’d do it without question or request. If he finds anything that you might like or need? Yoinked as soon as the old owner isn’t looking. Finders keepers, after all. The smp is a dog-eat-dog world. And you deserve the fucking best shit man. If you find out it’s stolen, you’d return it in a heartbeat with so many apologies. You somehow found it somewhere and you didn’t know it was theirs. Wow you must like Tommy if you’re covering for him like that!

You’d be dragged around by Tommy on some days. All a grand tour to show you his creations, and he begrudgingly shows you some of the builds by the others. He feels somewhat inadequate when he eventually shows you his stuff. Like his multiple cobblestone towers. But you’re giving such nice compliments for each one. And they’re all so unique too. No two compliments are the same. He is a really good builder, huh?

Tubbo

He’s going to be protective of you. Not overbearingly so, but definitely is watching out for your safety a ton. With him having watched the lives of those he loves fall apart around them, he doesn’t want the same fate to fall upon you. He can’t go through that cycle again, and especially so soon. You’re so nice too. You definitely don’t deserve that fate.

Micheal took a liking to you really quickly. If Micheal likes you, that means that you’re a part of the family. He doesn’t care what you have to say, it’s just facts. You have a problem with it? Try bringing that up to Micheal. Want to tell him that you aren’t a part of the family? Exactly. So that means that you are a member.

Oh and you help him so much, which he’s thankful for. And it’s not just to a specific type of task either. You help with everything. Building, cooking, caring for Micheal, the whole biz. With you doing so much and putting so much effort into everything, that must mean that you love him like he loves you, right? Nobody does this much for somebody else without loving them. So the obvious answer is that you love him back!

Will do anything in his power to convince you to move in with him, Ranboo and Micheal. Like really hard. He pulled all of the charms and stops. And there’s a very slim chance that you didn’t move in. Though you would eventually. There isn’t a chance in hell that you wouldn’t be living in that house by some point. You’d be moving in with or without your consent. Maybe one day you just woke up in the mansion. Oh hey why do you look so confused? You agreed to move in already silly, don’t you remember?

There’s no and, if, or buts about it; he’d get Ranboo in on it also if he wasn’t already. They’re platonically married after all. And the three of you are all friends. So it’s obvious that Ranboo would be in on it as well. If he isn’t, then he’d turn a blind eye to Tubbo’s behavior. Huh, yeah he didn’t notice that at all. Nope, nothing odd happening here.

Would absolutely get you to help him on every little task that he could. Especially with building and taking care of little Micheal. The builds would be little cottage core stuff. Such sweet and quaint things. Not too much or too hard, but very pleasing to the eyes and the feeling of accomplishment the two of you got at the end of the project felt incredible. Children can be such a handful too, so any help for Micheal will be much appreciated. Plus it’s so much fun to play with children, especially children in Micheal’s age group. The more time you spend with them, the less time you have to spend with anyone else. Which leads to a smaller chance of being taken from them.

Purpled

This man? Oh he’s so fucking happy that you and him don’t have many relations outside of each other. It’s so much easier for you two. Since you two are so close, it’s easy to coerce you into living with him. Yeah it may be far from the rest of the smp, but that’s okay. It’s not like you had any friends there. It’s easier to stay safer so far away from everything. And you know what’s even better? Nobody would even notice y’all disappear!

Before y’all moved away, he always conveniently showed up at random times. It was always during times when you were alone or felt alone. Really helped you there; made you feel loved that somebody noticed and was there for you. Though it was odd how often he appeared at just the right moment. You wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth though.

He always knows what to get you. What your favorite flowers are, what food you like, what your favorite color is, your favorite gift items. He even knows your dislikes. Even the ones you don’t tell him. You know, anything a good friend would know.

If somebody even remotely offends/scares/harms you, they’re in fucking trouble. That? Yeah, that’s a valid reason to start a fight. He’ll beat them within an inch of their life and threaten to do it again if they even thought of hurting you like that. >:( Definitely got them to stop talking to you.

Since he’s working for the egg, he feels like the egg could maybe protect you?? Yeah he’s not completely under its control and he sees how crazy the other members of the eggpire are, but it can’t be that bad. The others are just praising it, talking about how it could make all of his deepest desires a reality. Not many people like going to the egg, and they wouldn’t be looking for prisoners there. So it should be safe for you. Well, safer than the outside world. And his deepest desire is your safety and love, so that should be easy to gain if he brought you to the egg, right?

There is no question: he’d kidnap you to bring you to the egg. Though it’ll be after a while of trying to persuade you to come with him for that. You heard so many horrible things about the egg, so it’d be better if you didn’t get involved with that. So if his attempts to get you to the egg fail, then some forceful measures will be used. It was for your best interest after all.

[tf2-hellhole]

can we get some fluffy tf2 headcannons? giving you full creative liberty over this one! :)

Idk if you meant tf2 x reader headcanons or just general head canons, so I did two sections for each merc; the first point is a general headcanon, the second is X Reader.

sorry this took forEEEEEEEEVER, I was just experiencing burnout and working on a prize for a contest on my server (BTW WE HAVE A NEW DRAWING CONTEST GO CHECK IT OUT)

Scout:

Scout is actually really self-concious about his intelligence. He’s not very bright and he knows it, and it makes him feel horrible. He had flunked out of high school and struggled in most of his core classes. He honestly feels really stupid and he hates when people point it out. But luckily for him, a lot of the other mercs understand what it’s like to be looked down upon and empathize with him. Quite a few of them help him relearn the skills he never mastered in school. Engie helps him with math, Spy sometimes helps him with writing, and even Pyro has him read children’s books to them to improve his reading.

Scout absolutely loves little casual dates. Stuff like going out to eat lunch, going to the movies, maybe just cuddling up in his quarters and watching a movie. He tries to plan one every week. His dream date is taking you back to Boston to meet his family and go to a Red Sox game. But obviously, since you’re both in New Mexico at the time, he’s going to have to shelve that dream for a few years.

Soldier:

Soldier is an excellent raccoon dad. At first, the other mercenaries thought they’d all end up dead by the end of the month when he first found them. But surprisingly, they are are very well cared for. They’re all fed regularly and basically have his entire assigned quarters to themselves. He loves every single one of them dearly, even the ones that hiss and scratch him every time. The raccoons, at least some of them, are kind of like weird, quiet dogs, and actually get along pretty well with most of the other mercenaries.

Soldier is a surprisingly very physically affectionate partner, and he’s not at all opposed to PDA. He loves hand holding, cheek kisses, cuddles, the whole nine yards. Whenever he’s particularly excited, he loves to run up to you, scoop you up into his arms, and press a hard, sloppy kiss to your lips. Of course, he’s careful to not hurt you, but he’s a very intense, emotional guy and he needs to express all that love he has for you!

Pyro:

Pyro is and excellent listener, so they’re a person a lot of the other mercenaries depend on to vent. Demo often comes to them to vent about his emotions, Scout, Sniper, or Medic will rant about what’s bothering them, and even Engineer will talk about his stress. And of course, Pyro doesn’t understand a lot of what is told to them, but they’re still happy to help them feel a little better, and they would happily do it a hundred times over to make their friends feel better.

Pyro has a hobby of baking and making candy/treats, and they love sharing everything they make with you. When they first gave you a treat, you honestly thought it’d be burnt or bad in some other way. But to your surprise, it was amazing! They’re actually and excellent cook, but they just love making sweet things the best. They’ll make you just about anything you could ask for without hesitation, but they’re best at making anything sweet.

Demo:

Demo obviously has the potential to pretty emotional when he’s drunk, there’s no doubt about that. But on the off-chance that he’s sober, he’s actually pretty sweet and considerate. Though he still is a rough-housing joker, he’s much more considerate of his friends’ feelings and has deeper and more meaningful conversations with them. He often likes to go to bars with his friends and co-workers on ceasefire weekends, having lots of fun conversation, drinking together, and generally causing chaos around town.

Demo, to put it simply, doesn’t like himself. He’s critical of everything, from his skills to race, because people have always put him down about them. His mother told him he’s lazy and unskilled too many times to count, just everyone makes fun of his eye, and many have made fun of his skin color. But you make him feel so much better about himself. Just the fact that someone so kind and gorgeous is actually with him makes him feel like he’s not as horrible as he thought. There’s been a couple of times where you’ve accidentally almost brought him to tears with a sweet compliment or show of affection, because he never thought in a million years that someone would love him and care for him like you do. He feels so blessed that he has someone like you.

Heavy:

I know the fandom’s decided that Engie is the Team Mom and makes the food, but I also think that Heavy cooks a lot too. He makes all of his own food, so he often makes a lot of extras to feed the team because a lot of them just eat junk food and Medic’s always complaining about their eating habits. Heavy often takes like half the food for himself (he does have a huge appetite and loves food, so he likes to take a lot) and just boxes up the leftover portions and leaves them in the fridge for the team to take. He says he’s only doing it because they can’t work properly if they’re unhealthy, but he also does it because he cares about their health. A little bit.

At first, you wouldn’t think Heavy’s the most cuddly guy. But surprise, he actually loves giving and receiving physical affection. He just doesn’t show it often out of respect for your boundaries, and doesn’t do it around others. His absolute favorite thing is to cuddle you against his chest. Sometimes it’s when going to sleep, or cuddling on the couch, or maybe just a quick hug. He just loves the feeling of your head resting against his chest and your arms trying (and failing) to wrap around his torso. It makes him feel like you’re safe. Nobody could ever get you when you’re wrapped up in his arms.

Engie:

You’d think Sniper’s the only nature nerd on the team, but Engie absolutely loves the outdoors, as well as animals. It’s because his father would often take him out camping every couple of months. It was often the only time he would get 1-on-1 time with his usually very busy father. So he does love the great outdoors, especially that of his home state. He especially loves animals. He was raised on a farm and helped take care of lots of injured wild animals with his mother. He absolutely loves pets and would like to have many when he retires. His dream is to have is own ranch, with horses and cows and a bunch of dogs and the whole shebang.

Engie absolutely loves playing the guitar, so of course he loves playing for you. He learns all sorts of sweet love songs to sing to you. He’s an excellent player and actually has a pretty decent singing voice (think Johnny Cash, he kinda has that singing style). I hope you like country music, because that’s all he’s going to sing to you until you give him some requests or he finds out your favorite artists or genres. You can tell how happy he is every time he gets to surprise you with a new song he learned, and he’d be a giddy, laughing mess if you sang along with him.

Medic:

You’d think this guy takes horrible care of his birds because of the environment he keeps them in, but his birds are actually exceptionally well cared for. He buys them only the best and most expensive bird food, gives them super high-quality water with vitamins n stuff in it, takes them to the vet regularly, the whole shebang. Yeah they get a little dirty from sitting around in his lab, but he always gives them a little bath at the end of the day to get all the blood and guts off.

Medic is honestly such a playful partner. Of course, around his co-workers he’s a little more professional; he still gives you soft touches, a kiss on the cheek, or a big smile, but that’s about it. In private, however, he’s such a sweetheart. He’s always sweeping you up into big hugs, kissing all over your face, and calling you all sorts of adorable nicknames in a variety of languages. It comes as a surprise, because you’d think he’d be a little more formal, but that’s really only for special occasions. It honestly brings him so much joy to have someone like you by his side, and every day he’s going to make sure you know just how grateful he is to have you in his life.

Sniper:

Sniper is an incredibly independent and self-sufficient man, but he’s also secretly a real mama’s boy. He loves his parents dearly and has a particularly close relationship with his mother. As well as sending them money every month, he sends them all sorts of gifts, letters, postcards, and souvenirs. He also makes sure to call them regularly. He goes home every couple of months to visit them, and one could see that he loves helping around the house and chatting with his parents. His mother loved gardening, so his number-1 favorite thing to do is help her in the garden.

Despite Sniper’s obvious lack of knowledge on self-care, he takes a lot of time out of his day to make sure you are happy, healthy, clean, and well-fed. He doesn’t hound you like a helicopter parent but he likes to ask how you’re feeling, if you’re hungry, stuff like that. It feels nice to know you’re taken care of or take care of you himself. If you switch it around and try to take care of him, however, he’s honestly baffled as to why you would care so much as to make sure he’s doing well. He does absolutely love the affection and attention he gets out of it though, it makes him feel loved.

Spy:

I’ve mentioned this before, but I have a head canon that Spy has a dog. Her name is Charlotte, and she’s an elderly Chihuahua. One would think he’d buy a French breed, but he found her out in the pouring rain one day and fell in love with her fluffy ears and spunky personality. She’s now 17 years old, extremely frail, missing most of her teeth, and extremely aggressive to anyone other than Spy, but he loves her dearly and pays for all of her medical expenses without batting an eye. And of course, she expresses her thanks with lots of kisses.

Spy loves dancing, and knows all kinds of dances, from flamenco to ballroom dancing to the Charleston to, canonically, disco. So of course, he’s dying to share all of the most romantic dances he knows with you. He’d love to actually teach you how to dance, rewarding you with kisses every time you finally get a move right and laughing softly when you make mistakes. But in reality, he just wants to use it as an excuse to dance with you against his chest and smother you in affection.

[realcube]

characters dealing with a deep sleeper! s/o  (_　_)。゜zｚＺ

characters: bokuto, oikawa & saiki k 

tw// swearing, fluff, mentions of death, illness, funerals, sexual references 

Kōtarō Bokuto

he literally thought you died 

this was your first time sleeping over at his home and last night, y’all were stuffing your faces with treats until your stomachs ached

you had mentioned several times how you were feeling sick - even after bokuto took you out for a late-night run - but he just told you to take a pain-killer and sleep it off

but now he was kinda regretting not calling someone to help 

like what if the sickness was a symptom to a deadly disease which took you overnight?

plus, he had tried everything he could think of to wake you up: he shook you, he blasted music from his phone, he opened the curtains to allow blinding light to shine on you, he flicked spits of cold water onto your face and he literally wafted cookies around the room in hopes you’d catch the scent 

but it was no use as even after all that, you didn’t move an inch

he tried to check your pulse which he believed to be on the wrist but he couldn’t think it 

so either he was too stupid to find the exact location or......you didn’t have a pulse

he’ll admit, it was an eerie thought that there could be a dead person in his bed rn but even he considered that a rather outlandish idea 

how could a person as healthy as you just die overnight? so he did what any reasonable person would do in that situation-- no, not call a doctor

he held a funeral for his beloved s/o 💀

he gathered all five of the plushies laying around his room (all of which were owls) and lined them up on the foot of the bed 

‘we are all gathered here today to celebrate the epic life of my partner, (y/n) (l/n).’ he sobbed into the sleeve of the black blazer he had pulled out of his closet, ‘gone too soon.’

silence. but in his mind he was met by a chorus of ‘aww’s and whimpers from the crowd

‘i loved them. (y/n) was my rock; they helped me through some of the hardest points in my life--’

his speech was cut off upon hearing one of the audience members pipe up, ‘bo, what are you doing?’

a wave of excitement washed over him as he scurried up to the line of guests, closely examining each one, ‘i didn’t know y’all could talk!’

you rolled your eyes before leaning forward and gently tapping the back of his head, ‘it’s me.’

upon laying his eyes on you, healthy and alive, his lips curled into a foolishly large grin as he immediately pulled you into a tight hug, ‘(Y/N), you’re alive!’ he cried

you gasped at his rather dramatic reaction before slowly melting into his embrace, ‘yes, i am.’

as your lips parted from the skin of his jaw and he slowly let his arms fall from your waist, you finally inquired, ‘did you hold a funeral for me?’

bokuto’s eyes-widened at your ‘crazy’ suggestion, ‘uhhhh, nooooo.’

if his elongating of each word wasn’t enough to show that he was lying, the dead giveaway would have to be the sheet of A4 paper with ‘(Y/N)’S FUNERAL 😭’ written on it that was stuck to the door with blu-tac

ignoring his completely false reply, you leaned back on the bed and picked up on the owl plushies, gently stroking it’s soft fur, ‘are these the guests? why are there only five?’

bokuto shrugged, picking up one himself and absentmindedly attempting to balance it on your head, ‘seven; if you count me and you.’

you giggled, about to make a inquire about the names of each guest until bokuto suddenly through his arms around you again 

‘why didn’t you tell me that you are such a deep-sleeper before?! i was so worried - i thought you died! please never die on me again, (y/n)?’

you smiled, pulling back to plant a sweet kiss on his cheek, ‘i promise.’

Tōru Oikawa

he would take advantage of this opportunity lol

the first time y’all slept over together as a couple, he had no idea that you were as deep of a sleeper as you actually are

like he thought you meant ‘i sometimes sleep through my alarms’ deep-sleeper

NOT ‘IT TAKES A WHOLE NATURAL DISASTER TO WAKE ME UP IN THE MORNING’ DEEP-SLEEPER (/h)

anyway, at first, he’d probably just freshen up while you sleep: take a shower, wash his face, brush his teeth, floss etc so he’s no longer effected by that ✨morning crust ✨

but when he pokes his head out of the bathroom and noticed that your sleep asleep, he tries to blow-dry his hair bc he knows how much you like it when it’s all fluffy

but his blow-dryer was quite loud so he put it on for a few seconds to see if it’s wake you up and just as he expected, you were still sound asleep

so he blew-dry his hair until it was that soft texture that you liked so much- all while you were still like (∪.∪ )...zzz even though the blow-dryer was making a racket 

you were still sleeping and upon looking at the time, he realised that it was completely fair considering it was currently half past 8 and he had just woken up extremely early for some unknown reason

he didn’t want to wake you so he was just doing to go out for a run or make breakfast until he caught a glimpse of himself in mirror

o.O

despite his  puffy hair and pearly-white smile, he still looked sloppy

but it was definitely bc of his stained, torn, washed-out pyjamas tbh

he was just wearing an old T-shirt that he’s had for god-knows how long and a pair of grey sweatpants; it wasn’t a look

he had no idea what possessed him to wear such casual nightwear while you were at his house - especially when you chose to wear something so relaxed yet titillating - but he knew that he needed to change

after a while of rummaging through his nightwear drawer, the best he could find was a pair of white, silk, loose-legged trousers which he had bought for a halloween costume many years ago

it was pretty classy though :)) he was sure that you’d like it 

however, he still couldn’t find anything to wear on his top half but there is no fashion problem oikawa can’t solve 

thus, he went shirtless ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

he also threw on some jewellery too, just for the lols

you weren’t awake yet thought, so after he set up some candles to create a ‘mood’, he just sat next to you on the bed, scrolling on his phone and anticipating your reaction once you woke up

for a moment, he thought that he might’ve went when too far but upon taking a look at himself in his front-facing camera, he realised that there was no harm in spicing things up

once he noticed one of your eyes slowly flutter open, he quickly tossed his phone to the side and turned his body to face you, shooting you a kind smile and he gently ran a hand through his fluffy hair, ‘morning, angel~’ he cooed

you grumbled your greeting in response, then proceeded to rub your eyes to make sure you were seeing him correctly, ‘what are you wearing, tōru?’

‘can a guy not dress up for his special someone anymore?’

you rolled your eyes, playfully slapping his chest and going to hop out of bed until he pulled you back down against the sheets

a faint gasp escaped your lips but you were quickly hushed by oikawa pushing his finger against your lips, ‘you’re not going anywhere, (y/n).’

Kusuo Saiki

this was the first time you ever slept over at his house or next to him yet y’all had been dating for year and a half

he was just scared that he might accidently do something crazy in his sleep (bc of his powers ofc) and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you 🥺

you were patient with him though but bc y’all had never woken up together before, he had no idea how deep of a sleeper you are

he thought it was cute at first bc you were laying there like the beauty you are, lookin’ all serene and calm and stuff

but after a while, he got bored on his own  #•̀ ︿ •́

also, you promised to bake macarons with him for breakfast and he was hungry as hell, still he didn’t want to eat without you but if he didn’t wake you up rn to make macarons, he’d surely starve to death while they were in the fridge

on any other day, he’d just try do it himself but when you helped him make food- it just hit different 😍

‘(y/n), wake up.’  he spoke into your mind using his telepathy, while light nudging your arm, ‘i’m hungry.’

you didn’t reply, seeming completely knocked out

he tried the next best thing, holding his annoying alarm noise near (but not too close) to your ear

still nothing, though

his last human attempt was aggressively pulling your blanket away but even after that you showed no signs of waking up so he realised that he’d have to resort to using his physic abilities

he considered using his astral projection to possess your body but he felt as though taking over your body might cross a few boundaries 

but he did try duplicating himself so he could shake you from many different angles but it was still no use

he continued to use his telepathy to try wake you up but it didn’t seem to work either

after multiple different attempts of using his powers to try wake you up; here he was, standing in the middle of some dystopian, apocalyptic scene - alarms ringing in the distant along with sirens, screaming, honking and wails. everything around him seemed to be engulfed by flames which created thick, smoky air 

he wasn’t really sure how he got here but he was pretty sure it started around the time he tried to form an energy ball 

whatever 🤷‍♂️ it’s no biggie

he jumped back in time so he was standing next to your bed once again, exactly where he left off before he created the energy ball

he stared down at your sleeping figure and let out an exasperated sigh as he realised that he’d have to employ one of his most dangerous tactics

he really hoped it didn’t have to come to this

‘(y/n), if you get up right now.’ his voice rung through your head, ‘i speak with my voice.’

just like that, both of your eyes shot open as you hastily sat up on the bed

‘do it, saiki!’ you cheered, a foolishly large grin plastered on your features

and he couldn’t help but smile too 

curse you for being so cute

[rqnvindr]

delicacies

pairing: baker!childe x gn!reader

genre: fluff, modern bakery!au, suggestive 

w.c: 1.5k

warnings: making out lol

synopsis: moving to a new country was quite the adventure. and you found new areas to travel further within the cute boy right down the road’s ocean eyes.

--

it had been a total of two weeks since you arrived in italy. getting settled was your top priority, but now that you’ve got your place set up and are getting used to college life in a new country, it was about time you started checking off some of the more leisurely activities on your checklist.

the streets were clearer, less busy than usual, on the weekend you enter the bakery. it seemed like an unpretentious, small business, with the simple, yet homely, beige walls and the old vinyl in the corner playing soft tunes. the bell rings when you enter, but no one seems to be behind the counter when you examine the array of cakes in the front display.

“welcome! i can help you when you’re ready to order!” a perky male voice interrupts you in the middle of eyeing a slice of strawberry cake. you look up to see a ginger with a warm smile, the crinkles around his blue eyes genuine. 

“hello! i was hoping to get this slice of cake right here.” you point to said strawberry treat.

“ah yes. my older brother has been WAITING for someone to try his new signature strawberry cake. but there honestly can’t be anything special about something that tastes the same no matter what.” you can practically hear the way he rolls his eyes as he takes the cake out to put it in a box. 

you raise an eyebrow. “complaining about your own products? that doesn’t seem like a very good marketing strategy, but i suppose reverse psychology will do its job.” 

“you sound like you know about sales quite a bit.” he smiles wryly. “are you a business major?”

“yup! i actually just moved here to study at the local university for an overseas program.” you only knew this guy for a maximum of 30 seconds, and he had already seemed so open and was able to read you like a book. it made you want to know more about him in exchange. 

“so your family bakes everything here?” you ask. 

“yes we do! my parents usually do the baking while my siblings and i work varying shifts here up front or stocking up the inventory. but we too, also experiment with different recipes to sell new things.” 

you hum in response. “you must have a lot of siblings then.”

the boy chuckles in response. “i do. i don’t know what i’d do without them.” he sounded so happy while talking about his family and it made you feel warm just hearing about how they worked together. 

“is this a competition for how much we can learn about each other within a span of a few minutes.” he smirks. “when we haven’t even learnt each others names yet?”

you inspect his attire, pausing at a name tag pinned to his shirt pocket. “ajax? nice to meet you, i’m (y/n).”

“well, (y/n), hope to see you again after trying my brother’s cake. hope it makes you realize that you gotta go for the chocolate or vanilla, not something that wasn’t meant to be a dessert in the first place.”

--

“i mean it was good so i came back for another one?” you can’t help but laugh when the same boy you met at the counter last week shakes his head.

“and you came to order right around closing time too, huh? guess this makes you a new challenge for me.” you avert your gaze to the ground, suddenly feeling nervous from his chastising. 

“fine, you can lose the pouty face. i’ll accept your questionable taste just this one last time.” he pushes his hair back with a sigh after packing up your order and you catch yourself staring. 

and of course, just when you allow yourself to indulge in the sight of a mysterious sea of unanswered questions in his blue eyes, he locks eyes with you. he knows you’re checking him out, causing him to smirk coyly. 

“ajax,” you begin, preventing the atmosphere from heading somewhere more tense. “have you lived here all of your life?” 

“as a matter of fact, no i haven’t. my family has been around, but i think we’ve finally found where we’re supposed to belong here. i’ve been living here long enough for people to start calling me by two different names too. ‘tartaglia’ and also ‘childe’.”

hm. so he was attractive and went by multiple names....

“‘tartaglia’? interesting, sounds like you’ve even earned yourself a name amongst the locals here.”

“i don’t know why they named me after the guy from that one play, though. maybe it’s because i leave a little bit of a stutter in people’s lives.” childe winks.

--

stutter, huh.

you thought he was just being a boastful young man. until you found yourself just happening to visit the bakery during times you predicted he’d be there. 

childe was like a peacock strutting his stuff out in the open, captivating, and divine. you had never met someone so adventurous yet down to earth at the same time. one moment he’d be bragging about his ventures with his friends, and then next thing you knew he’d do a 180 if his little brother called in the middle of your conversation. 

it wasn’t just his actions. he grew more bold with his words too. eyes shooting stars as he looked you up and down, noticing the new outfit you wore just for him when he purred about how good you looked and how it was always a treat to have someone as sweet as you visit after a long day at work. 

he was always full of surprises. you’re reminded of that when you find him standing behind the counter in a hoodie and jeans instead of his usual work attire.

“what’s up? disappointed that i’m not wearing the apron?” childe exits the space separating you two, and stands dangerously close to you. “don’t worry, i can put it back on when i show you the new frosting i’m working on.” he chuckles and rubs your shoulder, the small exchange of body heat making you feel warm all over.

“a new product, huh? is this to help your family business or to compete with your siblings?” you watch him count the cash at the register with your hands tucked underneath your chin. 

“sweetheart, even a guy like me can take on baking as a hobby rather than just a way to make ends meet or pick fights.” with that, he slides the cash register drawer closed. “come on, it should be processed by now.”

you slowly follow childe into the back. as promised, he puts the apron over his casual clothes, the sight rather domestic. 

he dips his finger into the light pink frosting after giving it one last stir and licks it off. the sight makes you shiver and lick your own lips.

“mmm. so i guess strawberry does taste pretty good. if done right of course.”

“what made you change your mind, mr.strawberry-anti?” you smirk.

“baking is a delicacy. i was never a ‘strawberry-anti’, just wary of how it’s supposed to mesh with desserts for the sake of compliancy. i made this frosting to test it out some more, and as a special treat. for you.”

before you can receive his gesture to claim your treat, childe gives you the same glimmering look that he always uses before pulling at your heartstrings even further. 

and it becomes way too much for you to handle when he leans his face closer to yours.

“here, have a taste.” childe teasingly presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. he continues to leave gentle pecks on your lips, and you let out shaky breaths every time he pulls away.

“why did you stop?” you whine and he hovers over your entire body this time, pushing your hips onto the counter.

“hm, not enough? come closer then.” you wrap your arms around his neck, this time, getting a real taste of his creation when he claims your mouth whole. 

you grip onto his hair when he adds more pressure into the kiss, pulling especially harder when he nibbles on your bottom lip. as if having unlocked the key to your greatest depths, he effortlessly slides his tongue into your mouth, and you moan upon tasting the lingering strawberry flavor mixed with the feeling of your tongues connecting.

much to your dismay, you both pull away for air. your breaths mingle hotly before he coaxes you into taking a bit more for yourself. not long after you savor the sweetness, childe’s lips are back on yours. the way he sucks the cream off your lips makes your head spin, making you forget about everything else but this one boy in front of you, the mystery boy in a foreign country who sent you through a rollercoaster during only your first month of living here. 

“ajax...” you breathe out his name when he lets go of your now swollen and red lips. the boy proceeds to kiss your cheek and jawline gently, laughing softly against your skin.

“i can’t help it, baby. it tastes even better on you.”

[solar-bear]

Magic In These Moon Cakes

I make my way back home from the market, hands full of dishes and sweets for tonight, and sigh loudly as my swollen ankles protest my actions. I’m barely through the door when I’m faced with a very cross-looking cryomancer.

“Qīn, where have you been? I’ve been worried about you,” Bi-Han says sternly, grabbing the bags from me with frightening ease. He ushers me into our apartment as he sets the bags down on the kitchen counter, not even bothering to acknowledge his brother sitting on the couch.

“Kuai Liang-Gēgē, I didn’t know you’d be here so soon, my apologies for taking so long at the market, the lines and crowds were crazy,” I greet my brother-in-law and rest my hand on the small of my back to try and give it some more support.

“Sit,” Bi-Han commands as he pushes me gently down onto the couch before pulling my legs up and onto the ottoman, giving them immediate relief. “All this walking and stress of shopping and carrying all those bags aren’t good for the baby, why didn’t you just wait for me to get back home from picking Kuai Liang up?”

“Polar Bear, I’m pregnant, not made of glass, besides you hate shopping when the crowds are this bad,” I try and reason with my stubborn husband, but it’s halfhearted at best since I know he’s right. “Besides I felt so bad for not preparing the meal myself this year I felt like I needed to do something at least,” I sigh and rub my ankles.

“The Mid-Autumn Festival happens every year qīn, who cares if we miss moon cakes one year, your health is more important to me,” he grumbles even though I can see him eyeing the boxes of various moon cakes.

“It’s important for the boys, they love the Mid-Autumn Festival, you know the boys all take turns being Hou Yi and defeating all the demons not to mention stuffing themselves full of as much duck and crab they can. Besides they’re not the only ones who wanted duck,” I mumble and slouch down in the chair.

“Don’t forget brother it’s also an important time for families to gather together and appreciate the beauty of the moon,” Kuai Liang pipes up in an attempt to help defend my insistence at celebrating this year.

“Who exactly invited you again?” Bi-Han shoots his younger brother a look before turning his attention back to the groceries, “which ones need to be refrigerating qīn?”

Kuai Liang sulks at his brother’s playful malice, “your wife invited me thank you very much, and my nephews actually enjoy spending time with me.”

“Someone has to,” Bi-Han scoffs as he starts looking through the bags. “How many boxes of moon cakes did you buy qīn?” Bi-Han exclaims in disbelief as he pulls box after box of moon cakes out of the bags.

“Red bags need to be refrigerated and I six boxes, one of each of us, there are so many different varieties now I wanted to try them out. They have Oreo ones now! Oreos! I can’t wait! Oh! Oh! I can’t forget about the custard-filled ones! I also got some of the traditional ham and nut ones since I know your brother likes those ones, and some sesame paste ones for you, I don’t know I just wanted to go all out for the baby. I know shes’ not here yet but it’s technically her first Mid-Autumn Festival and since I’m too far along to really stand on my feet long enough to bake moon cakes and boil crabs and roast ducks and all the other dishes, I maybe went a little overboard.” I excitedly explain to both Bi-Han and Kuai Liang as I affectionately cradle my round belly.

“Well when you put it that way I guess I can’t be too upset, but I still wish you had just waited for me so I could carry everything for you, or at least you could have taken the twins,” Bi-Han grumps while putting the raw crabs in the fridge and the various containers of roasted duck and vegetables.

“Bi-Han I wasn’t going to make the boys get up early on a rare day off of school, they deserve to sleep in,” I yawn and lean back in the chair before I’m startled by a loud shout.

“Gotcha Shūshu,” my youngest announces as he flings himself in Kuai Liang’s lap with a pitiful handful of snow to the face.

“Shìxuě,” I scold him, and no sooner does his name leave my mouth than Kuai Liang’s hands come up to masterfully deflect a punch from Xiǎo-Hán and a kick from Xiǎo-Bīng, “boys!”

Kuai Liang chuckles as he pulls the twins next to him ruffling their hair, “it’s ok Sol, they’re getting much better! Your father must be doing a good job training you boys.”

Xiǎo-Hán is the first to break free from Kuai Liang’s gasp, “we’ve been working hard in between school lessons and soccer practice, look!” He exclaims excitedly as he begins forming an icicle in his palm.

“Yes, very impressive! I trust you’re putting the same effort into your studies too,” Kuai Liang questions quirking an eyebrow.

Xiǎo-Hán gives him a sheepish grin, “I’m doing a lot better this semester than last, so that’s got to count for something right?”

“Yes,” I smile at him knowing how hard he’s been trying, “it hasn’t gone unnoticed.” I turn to Kuai Liang, “Xiǎo-Hán takes after his Father maybe a little too much in the sense that he cares far more about his cryomancy than he does his studies.”

“Who wants moon cakes?” Bi-Han comes into the living room with a tray piled high with the pastries as the boys clamor for the treats.

I frown at him momentarily, “you boys can have one before dinner, and I mean you and Kuai Liang in that too Bi-Han. I don’t want anyone spoiling their dinner.”

“Deal,” Bi-Han agrees as he sets the tray down on the coffee table as he reaches for one of the sesame-filled ones and stuffs it in his mouth.

The boys all grab theirs before Shìxuě toddles over to me with a custard-filled one, “here mama. I brought it to you so you don’t wake up Mèimei and she doesn’t make you grumpy.”

“Thank you my little pumpkin,” I smile and pull him into my lap before taking a bite of the sweet, flaky pastry. I sit back and enjoy my happy little family as I can’t wait for our newest little one to join in next year’s festivities.

“Mama, will you tell us about Chang’e? I wanna hear the part about Hou Yi again,” Shìxuě asks as he bites into his moon cake and snuggles against my growing stomach.

“Would you rather watch Over the Moon again?” I ask grinning at him and humming the opening tune to the movie knowing full well what my son will choose.

“Yes!” he grins, with Oreo cream already all over his face.

“Boys, do you mind turning on the TV and getting the movie set up? We can watch it together before dinner,” I turn to ask my twins who are still trying to wrestle with their uncle. The boys do as I ask and we all settle in to watch the movie before enjoying dinner and basking in the beautiful glow of the full autumn moon.