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teamxdark · 2 years

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19. Sweet Tooth

Cupcakes, smothered in creamy frosting and drizzled with chocolate and caramel and fruity syrups, and topped with bright sprinkles in every color imaginable.

Ice cream, from heavenly soft serve to thick and loaded with chunks of cookies, chocolate, fruits or nuts.

Doughnuts, with all manner of creamy or jammy fillings, glazed with flavors from vanilla to maple, raspberry to sweet yam, fried to a delectable crisp.

Cookies, large and crumbly and making a heavenly crunch, or soft baked and chewy, leaving its warm sweetness to bask over the tongue as it melted down.

And candy. Candy as far as the eye could see.

"You're going to die if you eat all that," Shadow remarked, blunt as ever, as Rouge reached for yet another delicious treat, wiping at her eyes.

"You don't understaaaaaaaand!" she wailed, stuffing her mouth with a tiny doughnut hole in order to tell him, yet again, about her grievances. "That was the last episode of Avalon right before they went on hiatus! Now how am I supposed to know if Arthur and Lancelot are reunited? What if the hiatus never ends? What about all these other characters I'm just starting to get attached to? How is the dragon going to react? I might never know, Shadow!"

Shadow glanced over at her pile of comfort food, disgusted and maybe a little impressed by what she managed to put together in so little time. "You definitely won't once all that sugar destroys you from the inside."

"Shut up." Rouge lobbed a pillow at him. "I have a sweet tooth, so sue me."

It was a tempting proposal; he could sue Rouge and Omega for trespassing, and use the money to make sure he had the best security system money could buy to make sure no one else ever came back in. But alas, the lawyers in this village were sorely lacking; there was that circus dog that hated them all... & Knuckles.

Maybe he could represent himself. Threaten the judgebot and the jury. Get what he needed that way.

Rouge sniffled, picking up a tub of ice cream as she started to explain the premise of this absurd knight program again and how it made her feels go haywire again and maybe Shadow needed some comfort food of his own.

Without asking for permission, he grabbed one of her cupcakes and ate it in one bite, his teeth grazing the wrapping foil. Rouge shrieked loud enough to wake the dead ("BETRAYAL!!!") which led to them fistfighting each other while the pastries started to attract ants and the ice cream melted.

Oh well. At least she was out of her funk now.

#Smash writes.#Me? Reference my own series in another one of my own series??#Of course.#Boomtober.#Dark Boom.

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kousaka-ayumu · 8 months

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"Red Pepper Cookie"

Red Pepper Cookie or Sage always have a strained relationship with his older sister Chili Pepper or Anise.

He never knew why though, the only thing he knew is that his relationship with his sister have become strained after their father Flame Cookie have crumbled from unknown circumstances, from his friend Mala Sause's father Spicy Sause Cookie.

His family have been financially struggling to pay their debt, Flame has been stealing a lot to keep his children happy especially hence he doesn't have a wife, so he usually leaves them under Spicy's care.

Eventually his sister started following their father's footsteps of thiefiry outside of the Dragon's Valley.

And Sage hated it, he just wanted his father and sister to stop living like this but alas he couldn't do anything other than training martial arts at the Mala Clan with Spicy and Mala Sause.

Until Flame crumbled and Chili left, he stayed at the Mala Clan for almost a year now.

Until a little blueberry bird gave him a letter that his sister is in a place called the "Cookie Kingdom".

At first he doubted that Chili is in this "Cookie Kingdom" as he knew that his sister didn't stay at one place for too long due to her being a criminal.

But Spicy convinced him to gave her a chance, he thought that Chili might changed for the better.

And he did, but there's a problem. He didn't know where this Cookie Kingdom is. But the bird told him it's in the rollcake forest.

So he left the Mala Tribe with only his luggage of clothes, and bags with food and water to sustain his travels all the way to the Cookie Kingdom.

That was until he ended up in the rollcake forest, he was sure that the Cookie Kingdom is in there somewhere.

As she continued walking but he looks tired from all the traveling, until he saw something red from the trees.

He walked towards where red colors from, hiding behind a tree, and his eyes widened in shock and horror.

It was his sister Chili Pepper Cookie/Anise and a woman have kissed her but something is wrong, obviously.

The bright red haired woman who dressed like a priestess have grabbed both of Chili's wrists holding her back from fighting, and the amount of whimpering from Chili, she's in danger.

Sage is so in shock that he froze unable to help his sister as she's now passed out in the priestess's arms.

#chili pepper cookie #cookie run #cookie run kingdom fanfic #lost memories au #red pepper cookie #yandere cookie run kingdom

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freakystrashdump · 1 year

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Ahhh so, it is with great regret I inform you that Damiano stole away Priest's singing voice claim. It seems making a character based off of a band...does make you associate them with said band.

Priest is probably very unhappy with this but alas, it is the way the cookie crumbles.

Anyway, Tobias Forge, who acts out all the Papa's from the band Ghost, is now Damiano's singing voice.

Along with that discovery, I've naturally come to the conclusion that one of Damiano's unique abilities is "siren voice", aka his singing can put people in to a trance (with some stipulations, it works strongest when combined with the "special communion wine" from his church. It's an ability similar, albeit weaker, to Verosika. Like it has a lot more to it, aka it's not limited to only making people horny, but it's weaker than hers and needs amplifications like the wine or a witch)

So with all that, here's a scenario that's been on repeat in my head: Priest and Salem being sent out by Lucifer (because he's takes much joy in pairing them up and making them suffer) to Damiano's church to watch guard after he was almost assassinated by an angel weapon (Priest is generally in charge of finding angelic weapons and bringing them back to Lucifer)

As Damiano chats them up (mostly Salem, Priest would love nothing more than to just do his job and leave) before sermon, he offers them the wine, which Priest very knowingly refuses for the both of them. Salem, naturally, gets pissed he is speaking for her, and when he isn't looking, drinks some out of spite, much to Damiano's delight.

The two hide in the upper levels, watching the sermon take place, Priest very annoyed by the debauchery and Salem finding it fascinating.

But then, it begins. Right after unholy communion, the altar becomes a stage, and as Damiano sings, the crowd becomes entranced.

Salem starts feeling the effect.

Priest sees the literal heart shapes form in her eyes and realizes the moron drank the damned communion wine. He literally has to hold her back as she claws and wriggles like a angry cat because she keeps trying to jump off the rafters. She manages to jump out of his grasp, and he only manages to catch her tail before she pulls him along with her, falling two stories down, in to the raving crowd.

When he picks himself up, he's lost in the crowd, and he can't find her, hellborns and sinners all moving in synch (and acting in very immoral ways), he saunters around doing his best not to touch them -

And sees red when he spots Damiano holding a fully trance-immersed Salem.

#trash text #the coven

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vveissesfleisch · 1 year

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During my nearly 20 years in different fandoms, I've come to notice that usually the bigger the fandom, the more fandom wank it has. It's only natural, I guess, because the fandom base is so big, so there are bound to be many kinds of people in the mix. And sometimes those people don't mix well and you get fandom wank. Sad, but true.

Not to say that smaller fandoms are fandom wank free, either. They can be even worse if there's, for example, a clique that's decided something is fanon, ergo it is now the Law of That Fandom™.

Yeah, that’s the way the proverbial cookie crumbles - alas, wank is inevitable and has existed as long as fandom has. My issue is that these days it appears to be dominant in so, so many new(ish) fandoms, regardless of size or obscurity (but especially in the larger groups). And it’s all vitriolic as hell - callouts, bad faith arguments, character hate, ship hate, driving people out, little bit of column a, little bit of column b, the list goes on. Definitely not the kind of party I’m personally looking for in my fandom experience

#it’s exhausting man #and discord really seems to foster this type of dynamic #this is why I’m largely disengaged with fandom spaces #except of course here and ao3 #where I can curate and block and delete #not to be a whiny bastard on main #but these days…I dunno. it’s just different.#sadly ship and let ship seems like a relic of a bygone era.#fandom wank #anon asks #ask lex

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mythvoiced · 4 months

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“people think i’m weird.” ( for sarang!! )

@kamipyre | more random dialogue prompts | ♥

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"Oh, darling," Sarang twirls the origami between her fingers, turning it this way and that. She's been practicing. Caught herself brushing her fingers over all sorts of paper, pamphlets, magazines, even the stiffer napkins of some restaurants, mind subconsciously drawn to the forensics expert and the life she exudes.

She's not admitting it to herself yet. That would be detrimental to her cause, wouldn't it? Knowing someone is leaving an impact.

Her smile tastes like poisoned vin brule when she lifts her head to smile at Suki. Her origami is no more than a bookmark, butterfly-shaped, once she'd find while mindlessly scrolling through short videos over short videos, trapped in the pretense of someone fallen deep enough into that she wouldn't possibly notice approaching danger.

She'd been waiting.

She killed her target.

And yet, after getting rid of everything that belonged to that persona, the video had remained.

Suki had remained.

Beyond the personas.

Beyond Sarang's understanding that losing is better than gaining, in terms of connections and people to think of. It's easier when she holds onto something with the excuse she likes to get a rise out of them, or with curiosity justified by the potential of the answer helping some of her endeavours.

But Suki?

Well... maybe... wouldn't be a bonus to have someone like her on her metaphorical, expendable team? Forensic specialist, tough cookie, investigative penchant, assertive and sweet.

Suki would be an incredible asset.

Alas... Sarang isn't putting a lot of effort into... trying to adjust her to perfection to fulfill some sort of task or the other. She doubts someone working for the police department doesn't have anything on her registered somewhere. The occasional mumble or knowing look from her colleagues, because no matter how tight-knit, someone will always talk, really, would it be that difficult for Sarang to start digging?

She crumbles the origami she made in a tight fist.

"Because people are dull, insecure, unimaginative. People who waste time thinking you're weird are the same people who curse their lives on their death-bed for having been too good. You're perfect, lovely. And much more interesting than any people."

#kamipyre #;answered #the success;sarang #professional menace meets murder baby what could go wrong;nakamura suki & sarang #WHO IS PEOPLE I'M GONNA FUCKING FIGHT THEM WHO IS PEOPLE SUKI WHO IS PEOPLE #what we're witnessing here is sarang subconsciously realizing she MAY be trying to genuinely befriend suki here #and that suki's relationship to life and her determination and diligence and bright character are having a good influence on her #or in other words a sarang' meltdown~ ♥#I MADE THAT BUTTERFLY i found it on pinterest hehehehe~ bookmark for my irish fairytales book YAY #also animated icons for Sarang finally hehe~ THAT ALL ASIDE HYELLO FERRE MIGHTIEST AMONG THEM MWAH ♥#MIGHT BE SLOW ON THE OTHERS BC FIGHTING MUSE SILLIES >:(#;queue

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oveliagirlhaditright · 5 months

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Romance and Regrets - A Willow/Lake and Past Willow/Lake story

Summary: At first, Willow had so wanted to believe in her new job and this romance with Lake. But as Lake showed her true colors more and more, she realized what a mistake that had been. About the Willow and Lake pairing/past Willow/Lake. Set in Buffy season 10 and 11. Introspective.

Willow's PoV

Willow had really cared for Lake at first. Even though there had been some anxiety on her part, deep down, about going to work for the U.S. government, Lake had quickly assuaged her fears with open arms.

And, if Willow was being honest… Lake had spoke well of things that Willow herself had felt a couple of times, but had been afraid to put into words: like what if Willow moreso loved her memories of Buffy and the others than who they were now (and vice versa).

The witch had thought that with beauty and grace, Lake had really seen who Willow was now. And, well, Willow was moved more than she had been since Kennedy. Maybe even before Kennedy.

…But it wasn't meant to last.

Like it so often happened, it seemed that Buffy's instincts were strong and true and when it came to choosing between the government and what Willow believed in (her fellow Wiccans and the super-powered of the world in general), of course Lake would side with the government.

When Willow learned that she was going as far as wanting to put the supernatural in internment camps and for them to eventually give up their magic if they wanted to get out of there (even if Willow could maybe understand the government’s desire to handle vampires and other nasties this way, if she was being fair), the witch thought she had never felt more nauseous. It was the Initiative all over again.

Yes, Lake eventually came through for Willow while she was in the camp, but only because of their former relationship. It was clear where her heart really lied, and she was all too smug about it all as far as Willow was concerned.

And Willow wasn't even surprised when the whole “taking the supernatural beings’ powers” thing turned out to be a ploy by one government official to steal everyone's powers for her own—once again: this was seriously the Initiative, and how this rung strongly of Adam—and Lake was too much a fool to have ever sensed any of this.

Once upon a time, Willow had looked at Lake, thinking she met new chances and maybe something more beyond that.

She never would have thought she'd end up being one of the relationships she regretted the most. But unfortunately, that was just how the cookie crumbled.

Author's Note: A story that I wrote a while ago and forgot about, but just recently found again on my laptop. I think I mainly wrote this because I’ve been writing a lot of Bangel lately, but I don’t want to get in the habit of only writing them. So, this was to again prove that I care about other things in the Buffyverse besides just them, of course.

To be honest, I actually kind of liked Willow/Lake at first… but then Lake became The Worst TM, and alas. (Though I actually did write a fic once—that was after Buffy season twelve—where I had her redeem herself some and her and Willow make another go at it [largely because it’s kind of hard to find good romantic candidates for Willow at all in the comics]. This is the 50K Buffy fic I wrote for NaNoWriMo one year that I’ve mentioned a few times, that’ll probably never see the light of day unless I do some serious editing on it. It was one of my first Buffyverse fics [especially of that caliber] and I didn’t have a great grasp on Buffyverse yet. But it helped me to get that grasp, so there is that. Anyway…)

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okbriezzy · 9 months

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I want to be a cute aesthetic tumblr girlie so bad, my soul craves it, but alas i was put on this earth to be a theater kid who loves the muppets and that’s just the way the cookie crumbles

#the muppets #theater

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lilithsaintcrow · 11 months

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Two Chainsaws Enough

I should’ve known a good working day would drag a not-so-good one in its wake. That’s just the way the cookie has crumbled since, oh, about 2016 or so. It was bad before, certainly…but I think back then I still had hope. How young I was. How wisely foolish. It’s a clear morning, alas. The sun is still hiding behind a rather large fir in the cul-de-sac behind us, a trick of the earth’s wobble…

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#novel madness #slight pause for station identification #weather eye

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simpletoymaker · 2 years

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☆ @umtplex - starter call - 049 ☆

Trips to the foundation were uncommon, all in all. After all, he was quite the busy man. You couldn't just sit around all day doing nothing and magic a successful company, hm ? Or even if you could, it'd lack that very special spark that made Wondertainment as beautiful as it was.

So yes, side trips were uncommon, but not so uncommon as one might suspect. The foundation had several anomalies in their possession, which so happened to make just the right inspiration he needed, from time to time. So many classics, so much creativity, trapped within pale concrete walls and steel bearings. Such a shame, dear foundation, such a shame.

Alas, it was simply the way the cookie crumbled. And today, he had a rather specific purpose within his old friend, Site-19 ( such boring names, were none of them receiving his letters of suggested names to rebrand a bit? ).

Said purpose standing within the cell belonging to him. Surely, the Doctor wouldn’t mind a bit of impromptu company ? Dr. Wondertainment lingered a little, taking in the sight— a bit cramped and far too bland for his tastes— before letting a smile tug at the corners of his mouth as he bowed.

❝ Comment ça va, doctor ? ❞ he greeted in a jovial tone, ❝ You know, I'm a bit of a doctor myself. Doctor of the whimsical and the wonderful, if you would. ❞

#ic™ ☆ « sometimes you'll wake up »#umtplex #[ helo!#[ hope this works :D! do lmk if you want anything changed n whatnot #[ apologies for any mistakes it is. almost 3am over here haha whops

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officialscaramouche · 3 years

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ayo feel like doing a gorou confession fic for me? pretty please with sprinkles on top (you know that fucking tiktok)

Ofc Pizzato anything for u my dear 🥰

Pairing: Gorou x gn!reader

Warnings: slight angst

Word count: 1,969

You heard a couple friendly knocks on your office door, eyes glancing to the clock to see it was a little past noon and you knew exactly who it was. “Come in,” you chime, putting down your pen and stretching upwards with a smile.

“Helloooooo!” You hear as the door swung open, Kazuha flaunting an envelope between his fingers. “Letter time!”

You sweep to your feet and give him grabby hands. “Give it to me!” He chuckles and places the thin paper into your hands. “Tell me who it is already,” you giggle as you rip it open and slide the letter out.

“No,” he sighs, rolling his eyes. “I keep my promises.”

You quirk and eyebrow before you fold open the letter. “Even if I bribe you with dango?”

Kazuha smiles. “Even if you bribe me with dango.”

You grunt and groan but it quickly stops when you unfold the letter, reading the contents.

Good afternoon, cupcake, it starts. You blush at the pet name. I hope your day is going as well as mine. I’ve just won the office lottery! I’m going to ask for more snacks in the break room. That way, everyone benefits too! Specifically though, I want more sakura mochi! The ones you made for us were delicious. Share your recipe? :3

I adore you, your secret admirer.

You squeeze the letter to your chest and squeal, your face warm from blushing and your heart pounding against your chest. “Oh, Kazuha, whoever this person is, I really wish they’d come up and confess!”

Kazuha tuts and wiggles his finger. “But then the mystery wouldn’t be there anymore.”

“Screw mystery!” You squealed, gazing down at the illegible and scratchy handwriting, the mysterious stains and fur all over the page. “I’m ready to hear these words in person.”

Just then there was a knock on your door and a quick turn of the knob, one of the top brass leaning against your door frame. “Good morning, Chatty Cathy’s,” sang a familiar voice and ear twitches.

You wave while Kazuha bows, hiding the letter behind your back. “Good morning, General Gorou.”

The tail behind his back wagged discreetly as the two men share a knowing glance. “Kazuha,” the general clears his throat. “May I speak with you?”

The samurai nods his head and gives you a little wave as he walks out the door. “Bye boys!” You sing, tucking the letter back into the envelope and putting it away.

The next day, as routine, a little past noon you heard three friendly knocks on your door. You excitedly put your pen down, closing your ledger and standing out of your chair and onto your feet. “Kazuha,” you grinned. “Come in!”

He pushed the door open with his back, lugging a big box with some plastic sticking out from the top. “I’m just a mule to you guys aren’t I?” He groaned, lifting the box up and onto your desk. “This is ridiculous.”

You stood on your tippy toes to try and peek inside the box without being obnoxious. “What is it?” You hum, getting more and more restless.

“Your letter, what else?” He kind of snapped, letting out a deep sigh and rolling his eyes. “I wish he’d confess too. That way I don’t have to carry these things.”

You pulled back the top of the box that was just out of your reach. “Here,” pushing your hands away, Kazuha tore the box apart to expose a giant basket full of goodies and flowers. “The letter.”

Kazuha snapped the taped-on letter from the plastic and handed it to you. Wasting no time at all, you rip the envelope open and unfold the letter.

Dearest [Y/N], you’ve pierced my heart like an arrow through a target and I simply cannot get you off my mind. I heard from the grapevine that you wish for my confession. …Maybe I shall do so in the near future? It’s not that I do not want to be yours, but rather that you make me quite nervous. Still, we see each other for terribly brief moments but these moments are the most precious to me. Hopefully I can muster up the courage to finally tell you how I feel. In the meantime, please accept these treats and toys imported from across the globe. My favorite are the dog-shaped biscuits.

Your shy admirer.

Looking up from the letter you find Kazuha stuffing his face with some chocolatey cookies from within a tin box labeled ‘Fontaine.’ “Are those good?” You ask, reaching in and stealing one.

“Mhm,” Kazuha hums, taking a bite out of the one in his hand. “I’ve never had Fontaine chocolate. I guess the rumors about being the best were true.”

You melt under the sweet taste and crunchy texture, thinking that if your crush’s letters had a taste, it would be like this. “This is so nice,” you sigh, eyes sparkling as they gaze upon the basket. “Do you think he’s going to confess to me?”

Kazuha stares out the windows of your office that peer into the rest of the building, watching a certain general spill water on himself and the resistance leader. He takes another bite of a cookie. “Maybe.”

You squeal in delight and spin around in joy. “My heart’s beating so fast! I hope he does it soon or I’ll explode!”

Kazuha chuckles and playfully shoves you aside. “If you explode, I’m eating all of your snacks.”

“No! They’re mine!”

Weeks— almost a month— go by with no further letters. Kazuha stopped coming by, whether at noon or otherwise. The only knocks you got were visits from Kokomi about the budget or from other soldiers carrying reports and receipts from spending. Your heart ached at the sudden lack of contact, wondering if you had done or said something wrong.

Maybe your eagerness was intimidating and this mystery man just wanted someone to flirt with without commitment. Maybe he got bored of you. Maybe he didn’t want to talk to you anymore.

Regardless, you wanted to try and spark it back up in case you’ve stepped on some toes without realizing. That night when you got home, you tossed the ingredients for sakura mochi into a bowl and got to mixing.

The office ate everything you brought before lunchtime rolled around. With such great success, you had confidence that he’d reach out to you tomorrow, if not today.

But alas you were left in silence once more, leaving your heart to crumble and ache. You were quick to recover, considering you never met the guy— let alone knew his name. But you had no time to be worrying anyway, because in a couple of days one of the squads were returning from the front lines and you needed to factor in medical costs. Apparently they took a hard hit when Sara Kujou showed up with her samurai. Kokomi was depending on you, and you didn’t want to let her down.

You spend these few days really crunching the numbers, making sure that every wounded soldier would get the basic medical necessities with some left over for any miscalculations. With every i dotted and every t crossed, you stuffed your report into a fancy envelope and handed it to Kokomi. “Thank you [Y/N] for your hard work under such a sudden timetable.” She thanked, tucking the envelope under her arm. “The team should be arriving tomorrow, so I will be submitting this for review immediately.”

You bow respectfully and offer your thanks for praise. “It’s no problem at all, Her Excellency. I was given ample time to prepare the balance sheet.” You begin to turn when you’re stopped once again by her.

“Before you go,” she smiles softly. “Would you mind helping out at the infirmary? We’re short handed right now with the sudden intake of Delusions.”

“Of course, Her Excellency. I will be there whenever you need me.”

You weren’t specialized in medics but you had helped around often enough to know the basics. And anyone could become a master at immediate medical attention after doing it so many times.

The flood of gurneys was a little disheartening to see, but you were still thankful for all that they do for the greater of the country. It must be scary being at the front lines, but everyone knew what they were signing up for.

You catch sight of Genera Gorou and Lord Kazuha chatting with Lady Kokomi before you were assigned to a batch of wounded soldiers, feeling a little bad for harboring ill feelings toward the young lord for disappearing. ‘You could’ve at least told me that you were leaving,’ you thought as you rinsed the injured area.

“I can take over from here,” the head medic stepped in, slipping on a new pair of gloves before getting a closer look at the soldier before you. With most of everyone patched up and recovering, the medic team was able to take control of the infirmary once again.

You wash your hands and check the clock. A little past noon. It’s funny how at this time you would’ve waited with bated breath for a couple of knocks. But not anymore.

You step out of the infirmary and find Kazuha and General Gorou sitting outside on the benches there. “Oh, hi boys,” you say surprised.

Kazuha grabs and shakes your hand. “Thank you for helping out our soldiers,” he says seriously.

“Oh, it’s not that big of a deal,” you mutter. “I do this all the time.”

A calloused hand pushes Kazuha’s away and shakes your hand firmer, harder. “No, [Y/N],” Gorou says with a sort of oomph behind his words. “These are my men…my family. They would be suffering if not for your help.”

You look to the side uncomfortably, a little put-off by the tension in the air. “And that’s why—!” Gorou continues, suddenly eight decibels louder. You hold eye contact with the general, his face darkening into a deep red flush, his eyes glassy and ears twitching. He squeezed your hand harder and shut his eyes. “M-My C-C-Cupcake!!! P-Please let m-me take you on a date!!!!”

Kazuha winced at the loudness of his friend, covering one of his ears but still smiling nonetheless. The people walking by stared and mumbled, but it didn’t matter as you felt your heart pound against your chest. You felt your eyes well with tears as now your face flushed red, the general cautiously opening his eyes to see your trembling lips and pathetic pout. “A-Ah! [Y/N], don’t cry!!”

You tug on his hand hard, pulling the man into your arms and squeezing him tight. You sobbed into his chest, hearing and feeling how frantic his heart was beating as well. “You idiot!” You shout into his battle-worn chest. “Don’t disappear without telling me…”

Gorou caressed the back of your head and chewed on his lip, his tail drooping with guilt but twitching with excitement for being in your arms. “Did I…scare you?” He whispered tentatively, choosing his words carefully.

You pull away and wipe your eyes, Gorou watching you closely and holding tightly onto your waist. “I thought you got tired of me…because I stopped hearing from you.” Gorou frowned and cupped your face, thumbing your cheeks gently. “I even made sakura mochi and I didn’t—”

“You made sakura mochi??!??!!! Is there any left?!?” Gorou’s jaw dropped. He let you go to turn and run to the break room, halting before running back to embrace you once more. “Heh, uh…” he chuckled nervously. “I’d actually…rather hold you like this…”

You couldn’t fight the smile that spread across your cheeks, flushing your body against his chest. “That’s okay,” you giggle. “There aren’t any left.”

You had no idea that his ears could flatten sadly like that.

#writing #Gorou #Gorou x reader #angst #fluff #oneshot #a stupid capricorn

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cosmicsourced · 3 years

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THINGS MY BEST FRIEND AND I HAVE SAID, pt i. warnings : vulgar language, alcohol mention, d.eath, s.ui.cide, two twenty-something year olds cursing their way through life

change pronouns / tenses if needed !

“ i fuckin’ bamboozled myself. ” “ YOU MOTHERFUCKER. ” “ we need matching onesies. ” “ if i tell you i did something stupid will you promise not to make it a thing? ” “ the vibes are just weird today... let me see what sign the moon is in. ” “ the moon is in pisces? damn. sad bitch hours for sure. ” “ i finally got to use my texan accent! ” “ what do you think of when you think of me? ” “ i’m actually having a really difficult time right now because i literally want to bang my own brains out. ” “ i think bucky barnes would love you. ” “ i think bucky barnes would fucking hate you. ” “ i hate my fucking brain, dude. ” “ i didn’t come here to drink wine coolers on your couch all night. i came here to drink straight whiskey and pass out on the floor of your bathroom. ” “ give me your fucking venmo before i come over there and fight it out of you. ” “ do you have your crystals on you? ” “ i DO NOT have my crystals on me. i’m raw dogging this shit. ” “ _____ always says my name so sweetly, it makes me want to cry. ” “ oh, you’re down bad, aren’t you? ” “ you need the time he was born, right? ” “ go ahead and ask, but don’t be sus about it.” “ he was born in 1999? THAT’S A WHOLE CHILD. ” “ he’s not a child. he’s 21. he has a full beard. ” “ i have a five year plan of setting you up with him. it’s been in motion for months now. ” “ why do you keep trying to set me up with people? i’m literally dating someone right now. ” “ why do i keep getting drawn to sagittarius men? ” “ you called me a ‘certified badass witch’? thank you, i love that. ” “ she’s so short, i could just knee her in the chin. ” “ people are so fucking weird. ” “ is it weird that i already know what kind of headstone i want? ” “ maybe i’m clairvoyant and my heart palpitations this morning were just a bad omen of all the shit that was gonna happen today. ” “ i think i would be interested in fucking him if i didn’t work with him, but alas, dats da way da cookie crumbles. ” “ dude, i made $200 in tips this weekend. that’s so many burritos. ” “ i’m about to cry in the back of this fucking uber. ” “ i think the universe is telling me i don’t need to date. ” “ I JUST ACCIDENTALLY LIKED A PICTURE OF HIS FROM FIVE YEARS AGO. ” “ i was very close to saying fuck it and fucking ____ last night. ” “ i can’t find my FUCKING glasses. this is the worst day of my life. ” “ look me in the face and tell me to stop romanticizing him. ” “ i took advantage of the alone-time and busted out my tarot cards. i needed a conversation with the cosmos. ” “ oh shit, you rock with ABBA? ” “ of course i rock with ABBA. chiquitita is what i play when i want to die. sometimes it makes it worse, but whatever. ” “ if i die, you’re my bestest bestie. ” “ i just saw wild horses for the first time in my life and started crying so i think i’m PMSing. ” “ logically, i know she’s manipulating me. but emotionally? mmmmm... ” “ this whole fucking thing is a shit show. ” “ oh, his venus is in scorpio. that guy FUCKS. ” “ i’m convinced seth rogan is my true soulmate. ” “ STOP SAYING MY HOUSE IS HAUNTED. YOU’RE SCARING ME. ” “ if someone breaks in, stab me with my epipen. it’s adrenaline so i’ll beat the ever-living fuck out of them. ” “ is an epipen like a temporary super soldier serum?” “ i don’t believe in god. i believe in shit you’ve never even fuckin’ heard of, buddy. ” “ stop telling me to download mods that show my sims woohoo-ing! i don’t want to watch them woohoo! ” “ if you had an o.nlyf.ans account, i would tip you so good. ” “ oh my god, this is exactly like when tony found out bucky killed his parents. ” “ ...HOW THE FUCK IS THIS LIKE WHEN TONY FOUND OUT BUCKY KILLED HIS PARENTS? ”

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i got your slippers

penelope garcia x emily prentiss

a/n: i turned 19 today. this fic was my gift to myself. :) title is from destiny’s child’s “cater 2 u”

content warning: none, just fluff!

word count: 758

emily prentiss is not a morning person, and penelope garcia has the biggest heart known to man

The room is bright. Too bright. Like somebody had opened the curtains a bit too soon. Emily peels her eyes open, whining at the intrusive light. It’s too early, she reckons, to be awoken with the sunlight.

“Penelope,” Emily says, turning onto her side, desperate to get at least five more minutes of sleep. A moment passes, and Emily assumes her girlfriend is coming to save her, coming to pull the blinds closed. When there’s no answer from Penelope, Emily reluctantly sits upright, with a groan.

“Pen?” She calls, louder this time.

Emily huffs. She feels Penelope’s side of the bed, and as she suspected, it’s cold in the absence of body heat. Is this Emily’s ideal way to spend a Saturday morning? No, not at all. In her perfect world, Penelope is still sleeping soundly next to her, and Emily’s wrapped around her warm body, matching their breaths. And the curtains would be closed.

But alas, that’s not the way the cookie crumbles, and Emily can’t help but feel a little jealous of her dream-life-self as she swings her bare legs over the side of the bed and fumbles for her slippers.

When she finds them and slides them onto her feet, any grumbling annoyance bubbling in her chest dissipates. The pink bunnies smile up at her, reminding Emily of her sweet girlfriend and how lucky she is.

“You got me slippers?” Emily asks with a grin. She clutches the fluffy monstrosities to her chest, letting the fur tickle her chin.

“Yeah,” Penelope says shyly, uncharacteristically insecure in her gift. Penelope Garcia was nothing if not a great gift-giver, but Emily makes her so nervous. It was only a little over a month ago when Emily had pressed Penelope against the wall of her office and kissed her. Penelope had been nervous, then, too.

“They’re bunnies,” Penelope explains.

“I see that,” Emily jokes.

“Well, in case you haven’t noticed, you’re kinda grumpy in the mornings,” Penelope says matter-of-factly. “And so, I thought seeing their cute little faces would make you feel better.” She pauses, pretending to think. “And make you be nicer to me.”

Emily grins and kisses Penelope’s lips in multiple chaste pecks. “You’re too sweet for your own good, Penelope Garcia,” she murmurs. Emily’s whole body feels tingly, giddy as if she was 16 and kissing a girl behind the school gymnasium. Penelope had never once complained about Emily pressing her cold feet against her legs, but she’d made enough of a note to get her slippers for her birthday. Emily reckons that’s what true love is.

True love, Emily thinks as she peers down at the worn slippers. Their ears are wilted now, and they’ve turned more gray than pink, but the stitched-on smile has never wavered. Emily smiles with them.

Finally getting the gumption to get up, she pads into the living room, eyes immediately locking on Penelope’s.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Penelope greets with a grin. She’s still in her pajamas, curled on the couch in a blanket.

Emily hums and tucks herself under Penelope’s arm, snuggling up to her. “Don’t act surprised that I’m awake, sneaky.”

Penelope rests her cheek on the top of Emily’s head. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with a woman wanting to wake up her girlfriend a tiny bit early,” she says. “It’s Saturday, I want to spend as much time with you as possible.”

Emily can feel Penelope’s jaw moving against the crown of her head as she talks. It soothes her, a calming reminder of Penelope’s presence. “You have plans for us today?” She asks.

Penelope shakes her head. “No,” she says simply.

Emily scoffs light-heartedly and pulls away, turning to look at her girlfriend. Penelope gives her a sheepish smile and her best “I’m sorry” eyes, but Emily isn’t buying it. She never buys it, Penelope thinks.

“So you’re telling me you woke me up at the ass crack of dawn for no reason?” Emily asks.

“Shhh,” Penelope says. She puts her hands on the side of Emily’s head, turning her to look at where their feet are tangled together. “Look at the bunnies, Em, just look at the bunnies,” she soothes.

Emily stifles her laughter, trying to play the jaded girlfriend role for just a bit longer. It doesn’t last long, and after less than a minute, she’s turning back to Penelope and pressing a soft, sweet kiss to her lips.

When they part, Penelope hums. “More of that, please,” she says with a small smile and a point at her lips.

Emily indulges.

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im-an-anxious-wreck · 3 years

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Chapter Four

Patton-cake, Patton-cake, Baker's Man. Bake Me A Cake As Fast As You Can

Word Count: 1,841

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Janus and Patton were currently baking. Well, if you could call what they were doing baking.

They really did mean to bake! They had gotten out ingredients and even started measuring out a few of them before they got distracted.

It was just supposed to be one cat video. Just one little video Patton had wanted to show Janus. But Patton had autoplay on and well… that certainly explained why Patton got stuck watching animal videos for hours at a time (Although Janus suspected sometimes it was only partly by accident).

So they started a little late. Surely now they'll actually get things done at a reasonable pace…

"It would be really irresponsible of us to start a food fight." But from the mischievous glint in Patton's eyes, Janus could tell that in just a few minutes, the kitchen would be an absolute mess.

"Yes. It would be." Janus raised an eyebrow.

"Logan would be mad."

"Probably."

"We'd have to clean it up."

"True."

"Ro wouldn't help us clean up."

"Most likely."

"We'd have to shower afterwards too."

"Yes."

"It's a bad idea."

"Yes."

"Wanna do it anyway?"

"...Yes."

Poof!

Flour now coated Janus' nose and cheeks. Janus let out an offended gasp and Patton had the audacity to laugh. However, such a beautiful laugh as it were, Janus couldn't complain too much.

"Are you okay there, Kiddo? You're, uh, looking a little pale. Heh, you look as dough you've seen a ghost."

"Ah yes. And I'm sure it has absolutely nothing to do with this," Janus remarked, trying to dust some of it off of his nose.

Patton giggled and his smile practically made his whole face glow. Oh, Janus was going to have his revenge. No one should be allowed to be that pretty.

Janus threw a handful of flour at Patton and it landed from his hair all the way down the front of his shirt, which only successfully made Patton giggle even more.

Patton threw some more at Janus, who only semi-successfully dodged, the flour hitting his shoulder instead.

He was very glad he decided to dress down for today's baking, his gloves being the only part of his typical outfit remaining. While flour wouldn't be that hard to wash out, he'd still prefer to keep his usual attire as pristine as possible.

His yellow apron was supposed to keep at least part of the mess off of his clothes, but alas, Patton seemed to have other plans.

Janus didn't find himself minding very much though. Not when they were having so much fun. Not when Patton was grinning from ear to ear. And especially not when he got to listen to, let alone be the cause of, Patton's happy laughter.

Patton tried to dust it off of his shirt, some of it stubbornly staying. "Oh, dough! And I put this shirt on crust this morning."

"Oh dear."

"Hmm, I think the only thing messier than me, is when Logan finds the Crofter's… now that pie really loves his Crofter's.

"...You're just going to keep making baking puns the whole time, aren't you?"

“Well," Patton's eyes twinkled mischievously, "I guess that's just the way the cookie crumbles."

Janus brought a hand to his mouth and stifled a laugh.

"After all’s bread and done, I guess you could say I'm a real punny man."

Patton used Janus' temporary distraction against him, using the opportunity to throw even more flour in his hair.

"Oh, I'm going to get you for that!"

"For the mess we're making, or flour all the puns?"

"Uh… both!"

"You sure you have what it bakes to defeat me?"

"Oh, God."

“After all's been said and bun, I'd say I'm pretty good at baking puns…"

"Ah, making to baking. I s— see." It was getting increasingly harder to pretend to be exasperated. Who gave Patton a right to be that funny? (Dare Janus say punny?)

Patton giggled. "Oh, come on, these puns aren't a dime a bakers dozen, ya know."

"Are you quite done yet?" Janus crossed his arms, if only to hide how much he was shaking from trying not to laugh.

"Cross rye heart!"

Janus raised his human eyebrow. "Let me guess, 'and hope to pie'."

"Yes! I knew you had it in you! Donut you know I'm proud of you for making such a gouda pun?"

"Oh no, don't bring the cheese into it."

"Oh, come on, I thought my cheese puns were... legendairy."

"Do you just have an infinite amount of puns at any given time?"

"Without stale!"

That earned Patton more flour to the face.

They threw a few more handfuls at each other and, after a rather large handful of white powder to the face, Janus accidentally got a bit in his mouth.

"Blergh!" Janus instinctively exclaimed, thinking it was going to be bitter. Only… it was… powdered sugar?

Yes, it was definitely powdered sugar, a rather pleasant —and certainly welcome— surprise compared to the flour Janus had been expecting.

"Wait… have you been throwing powdered sugar at me this whole time?"

Patton paused, his hand still raised to throw more at Janus, bits of powdered sugar sifting through his fingers.

"Uhhh, yeah? What… what have you been throwing?" Patton took a small lick of the white powder on his shoulder before Janus could reply, and scrunched his nose up. "Eluh! What is that?"

"Uh… Flour? I—" He had to stop himself from laughing at Patton's cute little pout. "I was—"

Patton pouted even more.

"You—" Janus accidentally interrupted himself with a loud and embarrassing snort. Janus' eyes went wide and he clamped a hand over his mouth, much like how he did when silencing the others.

As mortifying as the snort was to Janus, it seemed to have the opposite effect on Patton, his face lighting up gleefully.

"Oh my gosh, Kiddo! You are adorable!"

"Wh— what?" Janus asked, despite knowing that Patton wasn't lying. "I— pff, am not."

"Oh, well... I think you are!"

Janus could feel the human side of his face heating up. "I— o— oh."

Patton all but squealed. "Awww!"

"Sh— shut up." He crossed his arms, and couldn't help but stick his bottom lip out. He, realising it looked a lot like he was pouting, smoothed out his face.

"Wait, sorry. Sometimes I can't tell if you're being serious or not. Do you want me to stop?"

The only thing more embarrassing than Patton calling him adorable, was admitting that he wanted Patton to call him adorable. And the thought of saying it out loud, to Patton's face, was… downright mortifying, to say the least.

"Uh, well— just whatever. Like if you want to… o— or whatever."

"Oh! I see. Good." Patton smiled at Janus. "...you know, you and Virgil have more in common than you might think."

"Oh, that's not news. He imitated me a lot growing up."

"Yes, but I was kinda thinking about the other way 'round. So... so maybe you imitated him a bit too?"

"I— perhaps."

Patton hummed contently and, after seeming to notice that Janus didn't want to talk about it anymore, changed the subject.

"You know, it sure would be a shame to let all this powdered sugar go to waste..."

Janus tilted his head to the side. "Wha—" A big poof of powdered sugar hit his face.

Ugh, stupid Patton and his stupidly cute distracting smile.

"Oh you littl— pluh!" More powdered sugar to the face. "Stop doing tha— hey!"

Patton seemed absolutely determined not to let him finish a sentence.

"Would yo—"

Patton put his hands on his hips. "Why don't you stop me the—"

Janus took no time exacting his revenge, but Patton was already covered in so much flour, the additional flour made almost no difference.

"...Okay okay, fair… fair enough." Patton breathlessly giggled.

Janus almost laughed but Patton didn't give him the chance.

"Wai— bleh~ wait, timeout."

"I—" Patton paused as he tried to get his breath back, "...yes?"

"W— where have you been getting a— all that?"

"Uhhh, I s— summoned it? Wait, is that why you scooped some of it off the floor?"

"...ANYWAY."

"Oh my g— gosh, Kiddo. No wonder y— you were having trouble t— there."

The fight was coming to an end as they quickly began to tire, breaths coming out in heavy pants.

Patton breathlessly giggled and halfheartedly threw another handful at Janus. The powdered sugar landed on the floor as it was too weak to land anywhere near Janus.

Janus was almost in stitches from trying not to laugh, still unable to regain his breath. Patton, however, recovered quicker, his face lighting up suspiciously similar to when he thought of a particularly good pun.

"Oh dear, we've made quite a big mess! What shall we… dough! Somehow I don't think cleaning all this up is going to be a piece of cake.”

Janus, having almost completely forgotten about his dignity, came awfully close to using his unhindered laughter. His awful, snort filled laughter.

He only just barely caught himself in time, flour-covered gloved hand pressed to his mouth, eyes still sparkling merrily.

Janus was just about to quip back when he noticed that Patton looked almost… disappointed?

Shit, what had Janus done wrong?

The air took a sharp turn, becoming almost frigid, heavy and cold. Where'd the warmth of just a moment ago gone?

He'd been trying. He'd been trying to be good! He really had. He thought he was… doing well.

"P— Patton?"

"Hmm? Oh, don't worry about it, Kiddo. I— I was just, um, well, it doesn't really matter."

"If it's bothering you, it matters. What… why…"

"It… don't worry about it, okay? Just let me handle it. Everything's fine, I promise."

He was lying. It wasn't fine… but what wasn't fine?

"Patton… what— just let me help. Please. I want to help. What's… what's wrong?"

What had he done? What had he done wrong? How could he fix it?

"I just… was, well, I was wondering why you…“

When it became apparent Patton didn't intend to continue, Janus prompted, "Why I…?"

"Why you… why you don't laugh. Well, I know you do. But that's not your laughter. Not really."

Janus never wanted to hear anyone say Patton wasn't observant. Because he noticed a lot, and certainly a lot more than people gave him credit for.

Patton sighed. "But yeah, that's what— that's what I was thinking about."

"I… oh."

"Yeah… and hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring ya down."

"No, that's… I— you're not exactly wrong…"

"You know you can talk about it, right? Even if not to me, I'm sure any of the others would be more than willing to listen."

"Mm, right."

"...Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not… not particularly."

"Well… alright, Kiddo. You don't have to if ya don't want to... But if you change your mind, just come talk to me or one of the others. Just someone… Okay?"

"I… right. Of course I will."

Patton just gave Janus a small, sad smile.

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