making sugar cookies with Xiao
secret santa gift for @iruiji !! event organized by @2022gisecretsanta
Xiao x gn reader, established relationship, fluffy, some kisses
“Wait, Xiao, you’re rolling the cookies too thin!!” Your boyfriend startled, jerking the rolling pin away from the dough.
“…Sorry.” He sighed, “I told you I’m not good at baking.” You leaned over his shoulder to inspect the dough, then put the cookie cutters down on the table.
“Don’t worry, Xiao, the dough looks fine! We’ll be able to make more cookies this way anyway,” you said with a smile. You picked a heart-shaped cookie cutter out from the array of different holiday related shapes, and handed it to him.
“Start cutting out some cookies!” you told him. “I’ll prep the oven for baking. Remember to start at the edges so we can make the most cookies possible!”
You preheated the oven, then turned around to start cutting out cookies with Xiao. He had already cut out six hearts, meticulously arranging them so there was barely any dough left between where the cookies had been cut from. He seemed a bit too focused, though you supposed he was having fun in his own way. You picked out a snowman-shaped cookie cutter, leaning over next to your boyfriend to press it firmly into the dough. He looked over at you, pausing his cookie cutting to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.
“You might wanna switch cookie cutters,” you said after giving him a kiss back. “You’ve made eight hearts now.” He looked at the heart shaped cookies arranged neatly on one tray.
“I suppose I have,” he said, taking the tree-shaped cutter you offered him. The two of you chatted while cutting out enough cookies to fill two trays, before you went to get the sprinkles to decorate them with.
You both covered the cookies with some sprinkles in random colors and shapes, though you picked out one vaguely human-shaped cookie (cut with a gingerbread man cutter) and decided to decorate it to look like your boyfriend, Xiao. You gave it some badly placed green sprinkles for the hair, and arranged a few more to look like eyes and a smile. It barely looked like Xiao, but you thought it was hilarious.
After putting the cookies in the oven to bake, you decided to pass the time with more chatting and a few badly executed pick-up lines to which Xiao gave you weird looks for saying, despite the slight blush on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Once the cookies were done and cooling on the kitchen table, it was time for the taste test!
You picked out the Xiao cookie and showed it to your boyfriend.
“Look, Xiao, it’s you!” You laughed.
“It’s almost impossible to tell who’s who!” He looked skeptical, clearly judging your cookie craftsmanship. He gave a noncommittal hum, not wanting to damage your pride, and picked out one of his many heart shaped cookies to try. His eyes lit up when he bit into the cookie, eating it quickly so he could tell you his thoughts.
“It’s so sweet!” he said, awed. “Almost as sweet as almond tofu.” You grinned, proud your family cookie recipe could impress your boyfriend, who was well known for not liking most ‘mortal food’, as he called it.
“Really? Let me try.” Your voice was playful as you leaned in close enough to kiss him. Xiao clearly thought you were going to, because you could see him freeze up in anticipation and a soft blush creep onto his cheeks.
“Just kidding!” You grinned mischievously as you leaned back on the table, taking a bite out of the Xiao cookie’s head. You made a noise of satisfaction, saying, “I think this cookie’s the sweetest of them all!” Xiao stared at you, looking a bit like a sad animal that had been taunted with food then not given any. His face made you laugh a little, though you weren’t so mean as to not give him a kiss at all. You leaned in once more, took his hand with your free one, and pressed your lips gently to his.
The kiss was short and sweet, his lips soft and his cheeks dusted a cute pink. “Your lips taste like sugar,” you said with a laugh, taking another bite of the Xiao cookie. He huffed, something he always did when he was embarrassed by your teasing, and something you found incredibly endearing.
“So... wanna watch a movie?” you asked. Xiao’s cheeks still had that pretty pink tint as he nodded and gave a curt “yeah” before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek and stealing a bite of the cookie you held.
“You’re right, it does taste better than the rest,” he said over his shoulder as he left for the couch. You could see the tips of his ears were dusted pink as you followed him, more than ready to binge movies on Christmas Eve.
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the funniest part of any Robin meeting the JL is that every Robin is so distinctly different from the previous one in terms of personality and vibes that the league literally gets backlash. and like, I don't blame them. not to mention that they are non-meta children that dress as a traffic light and fight crime alongside batman in gotham on a nightly basis. i'd also be a bit concerned.
Batman, literally The Night of Gotham personified in the League's eyes, coming into a JL meeting: This is Robin, my crime-fighting partner.
11-year-old Dick Grayson, dressed in the brightest primary colours possible, vaguely hidden murder behind those eyes, never stops moving even for a moment: Hi!
Superman: That's a child. That's-- Bats that is a child. You let a child--?
Batman, deadpan: You try to stop him. Would you rather he try and murder a grown man with a wire?
Batman: This is Robin.
12-year-old Jason Todd, with the biggest grin on his face, about 3 books in his hand, stars in his eyes and a distinct street-kid drawl: Hey!!!
Green Lantern: That's ... that's a different child. What??
Jason: I stole his tires :)
Batman: Tried to.
Jason, stage whispering to the League: basically did.
Green Lantern: that is a different kid, right?? I'm not seeing shit??
Batman: This is Robin.
14-year-old Tim Drake, bo staff clutched in his hand, a wary and tired expression on his face, more on the quiet side, the literal walking definition of don't judge a book by it's cover: hello
Flash: Where do you even find these--
Tim: I found myself.
Batman: This is Robin.
17-year-old Stephanie Brown, literally blonde, with a shit-eating grin, eyes full of nothing but mischief and the most explosive personality you've ever seen: hiya!!
Superman: I give up.
Stephanie: I know, I have that amazing effect on people.
Batman: This is Robin.
13-year-old Damian Wayne, a literal wet cat that will hiss at you, has a sword, the most judgemental stare you'll get from a teenager, ready to jump anyone there:
Green Lantern: WHY DOES HE HAVE A SWORD?!
Batman: ... he came with the sword.
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soon it'll be dawn again
transcript under the cut ⏬
page 01
Fig: no way? - you're still up?
Riz: Wh– yes?
Riz: Why'd I not be.
page 02
Fig: I me~~ean - that took.
Fig: whole day.
Riz: Yeah?
Fig: 'm beat.
Riz: you should sleep.
page 03
Fig: nah. my guy's still up
Fig: I wanna hang out.
page 04
Riz: That's really nice.
Fig: Hah! - Nobody ever expects an Archdevil rockstar to be nice.
Riz: … yeah. - 's just budget work tho. (the stuff I'm working on) - I've heard it's boring.
page 05
Fig: yeah, but you do it…
Riz: It keeps things going, right? - Nothing happens if nobody sits down and - does the thing.
Fig: That's right… - though. Yeah.
page 06
Fig: sometimes it's someone else who - doesn't want the same thing to happen.
Riz: … - mm.
page 07
Riz (off screen): …It took me a long time to get that not everyone likes doing what I do. - 's probably because you guys are so nice– - or. - kind.
Riz (off screen): to anyone too, not just. - the people you /love/.
page 08
Riz: that's not how it is elsewhere. - The world's– not. hostile. - but 's not like it's kind.
Riz: So I'm doing as much as I can now…
page 09
Fig: Hey.
Riz: ?
Fig: Go dig some dirt with me.
page 10
Riz: [blank speech bubble] - oh you meant like - actual dirt. (not incriminating information)
Fig: o yea.
Fig: there's clay in the backyard soil. - sometimes when I'm sun deficient or something I go touch dirt for a bit.
page 11
Fig: here u go
page 12
Riz: uh
Fig: now we make a thing! - 'm pretty good at freehanding a bowl.
Fig: I'll show u
page 13
Fig: just– yep, flatten that out as evenly as u can, then–! - actually ur nails'd be so good at cutting out the strip. [larger than usual space] wait. - wait. wait u can carve patterns with them! we HAVE to try
Riz: uh - What. do I carve?
Fig: anything!!!
page 14
Fig: and– yep just seal the inside uh. seam?
Fig: yep that works - okay time's up! all contestant hands up
Riz: [blank speech bubble] - okay - wh. what's next?
Fig: haha - watch this.
(sound effect text): FWOO—MP
page 15
Riz: WH– DON'T JUST DO THAT???
Fig: Now it's fired!
Riz: THAT WAS NOT SAFE
Fig: (actually it's just dry. if u add water rn it'll dissolve)
Fig: ok catch!
Riz: [blank speech bubble] - careful!!
Fig: dw no need haha
page 16
Riz (thought bubble): oh - it's warm…
Fig: now I want you to throw this.
page 17
Fig: u gotta do it - c'mon
page 18
Riz: wh– - It's like 3AM right now
Fig: oh it's not /fired/ fired it's not gonna make a loud noise
Riz: And then just? leave a pile out here?
Fig: pour water over it & it'll be gone I told u
Riz: but
page 19
Fig (off screen): RIz.
page 20
Fig: I've done all this before.
Fig: Can you trust that at least?
page 21
Riz: no, I– - I do. - I trust you.
page 23
Riz: okay what happens now
(sound effect text): glob
page 24
Fig: we do it again!
page 25
Riz: wh. [larger than usual space] What do you mean. (this clay's too wet also)
Fig: see! you're already learning
Fig: [blank speech bubble] - there are flows that are futile to fight. - The world changes.
Fig: Things change.
page 26
Fig: I've learned my lessons with "forevers". - But - as an artist
Fig: I can give you one thing: - You can always do it again.
page 27
Fig: most of everything depends on the rest of the world, - but this. - making new. - that's yours as long as you want it.
page 28
Fig: So?
page 29
Riz: Yeah. - Yeah! - let's make another one.
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