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jobean12-blog · 4 years

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Top Shelf: Chapter 18- Inscribed with Love (and a sprinkle of Sugar)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Bookshop/Bartender/Baking AU)

Word Count: 1,946

Summary: The bookshop is doing great and your exhausted from it all, but ready to take the next step.

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! Hope you’re all doing wonderfully! So I think there will only be two more chapters left. I can’t believe it and I cannot thank you enough for your continued love and support. You’re the reason I keep this up. The restaurant they go to in this chapter is called Tia Pol (so yum) and you can check it out here. Thank you all for reading! Much love always ❤❤❤

Warnings: Soft fluffy, happy fluff, exciting news and events, lots of yay :)

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Bucky gives you one last glance before he walks toward the door, smiling at the crowd while he unlocks it. A loud cheer erupts from outside and you squeal at your position behind the counter. Everyone files in, the happy exclamations over the new space ringing out over the noise of footsteps. Nat and Peggy make a beeline for you, jumping up and down and talking a mile a minute. They’ve seen the space throughout the renovations, but you didn’t let anyone see the final product until now.

You see Grandma Betty pull Bucky down for a hug. They embrace for a long time and when she releases him, he wipes at his eyes while she blots her own with a tissue. At the same time, they turn and look your way, smiling brightly as you wave. Bucky brings her to you and then walks back to the door to greet some newcomers.

She reaches over the counter and takes your hands, “this is more than I ever could have hoped for. “It’s so beautiful. I’m so proud of you both and so very happy. James would be in love.” The tears that threatened to fall only moments ago are now running hot down your cheeks. You hastily wipe them away and lean over to hug her. “Thank you. Nothing makes me happier than to know you’re happy.”

Gently patting your back, she releases you, holding her hand over your cheek. “Ok, now that we’ve had a good cry, let’s eat!” With a twinkle in your eye you take a plate and put a piece of everything you have on it. “Let me know what you think about all of it. I need to know what’s good enough to keep!” She shuffles off with a full plate and happy smile and you look up to see a grinning Steve and Sam.

“Hey guys! What can I getcha?!” Sam’s eyebrow shoots up and he checks out the display. Steve slaps his shoulder and says, “one of everything of course!” Sam pipes up quick, “make that two!” You fill their plates and yell at them to share with Nat and Peggy as they walk away. The rest of the day goes by in a flash, a steady stream of customers coming in the whole time.

Tony stops in at the end of the day and from the look on his face you can tell he’s happy. “Well, look at you kids! The desserts are almost gone, most tables are full and you both look exhausted. Successful first day I take it?” You lean your head on Bucky’s shoulder and deflate, “you can say that again. I saved you some goodies!”

Handing him the plate you follow him to one of the few empty seats and take a small break. It isn’t long before Bucky has to make some more coffee and you have a couple asking for some pumpkin bread to go. Tony finishes his dessert and praises your baking before heading out, promising to come back with Pepper later in the week.

When Bucky finally turns the open sign over to closed it’s after 8pm and you’re dead on your feet. “I can’t wait to shower! I smell like a pumpkin doused in sweaty cinnamon.” Bucky’s face contorts into a perplexed look before he bursts out laughing, running over to smell you. “Yep. Totally sweaty cinnamon pumpkin. Deeeeelicious!”

Taking off your apron and throwing it at his face you head to the back to grab your stuff. “I’m going home to shower! You’re mean.” Bucky quickly grabs you around the waist and pulls you in close. “Can I come?” Trying and failing to resist his charm you shake your head no. He pouts, kissing you before saying, “please? I’ll wash your hair!” Your face lights up and you shoo him off to get his backpack.

The whole walk home you’re riding the last bits of energy from the day, just barely making it up the steps and into your apartment. You shed your clothes by the door and rush into the bathroom, turning the water on hot and stepping under the soothing stream. Bucky slides in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest. He starts massaging the shampoo into your hair and you slump against him, moaning under the pressure of his fingertips. “Aren’t you glad you let me come home with you.”

Humming through the magic of his hands you turn in his arms, carefully cracking an eye open to avoid the shampoo. “You knew I was gonna let you come; I hate the nights we spend apart.” He pushes the hair from your face and continues gently rubbing his fingers over your scalp. “Me too, baby. In fact, why do we spend any nights apart?”

You lean your head back and let the water wash away the soap, handing him the conditioner. “I don’t know actually. Other than the fact that neither of our apartments are that big and we don’t have all our stuff at each place.” He smooths the conditioner through your hair and twists it around his fingers, using it to tug you close. “Why don’t we put all our stuff in one bigger place?”

“Are you asking me to move in with you?” With one step he has your back against the cool tiles, his wet body flush to yours, “yes, that’s exactly what I’m asking.” You trace your finger over his lips, kissing off the droplets of water, “I’d love to be your roommate.” He gives you the biggest smile you’ve seen all day and rests his forehead to yours. “I love you.” You pour those same words back in a kiss, suddenly feeling like getting dirty before you finish getting clean.

The rest of the week goes by just as fast as Monday and by the time Friday rolls around, Bucky falls face first onto the couch and groans into the pillow, “thank god Sam gave me the night off.” You land on top of him with barely an oof and reach around for the remote. “It’s under my legs I think,” Bucky’s muffled voices says from the pillow. “Pffft forget it. Maybe we should keep looking for apartments.”

Bucky’s hand shoots up and he gives you a thumbs up, “ok babe, let’s do it.” Neither of you move to get up. “You have to get up y/n.” You curl up and take the blanket from the back of the couch, draping it over you both just as Bucky shifts onto his side and lets you fall into the space between him and the couch cushions. Snuggling up in his arms you rest your head on his chest and promptly fall asleep.

Early Winter (couple of months later) …

“Oh man, what is that amazing smell!” Bucky’s words float through the sugar and spice scented air before he even has the door closed to your new apartment. “What are you making baby doll?” He slides up behind you and pulls you against his chest, kissing your neck and cheek in greeting. “Hi baby. I’m working on that new gingerbread cookie recipe. They are great for making fun Holiday shapes and easy to decorate! Wanna try?”

He opens his mouth as an answer, and you pop a gingerbread man head in. “Wow. This guy tastes delicious!” You giggle and clap your hands together happily, getting back to rolling out more dough. “How was everything at the shop today?” you ask, while working to get the right thickness for the dough. “Great. Everyone who came in said they’re really looking forward to the new desserts you have planned. I still can’t believe how well it’s all going. Who knew coffee and cake is all we needed to make people want to buy books?”

Handing him the rest of the gingerbread man’s body you say, “I know. Sometimes I can’t believe it either. We’ve been so busy I still haven’t finished unpacking the last of the boxes!” Turning his way with the roller in hand you give him a look sweeter than the cookie. “Do you think you could take a weekend off from the bar soon and maybe we could finish the unpacking and hanging pictures and even go on a date?”

Bucky eyes the rolling pin in your hand and you realize you’re standing there looking like you might knock him over the head with it if he’s says no. You both burst out laughing and he takes it from your hands. “Yes. I can definitely do that. Just don’t threaten me with a rolling pin anymore!” With a kiss to his lips you quietly say, “if you think that was threatening, you haven’t seen anything yet!”

You finally get your weekend off a couple of weeks later and it’s just what you both needed. The boxes get emptied and the pictures get hung and Saturday night finds you dressed up and out at one of your favorite Spanish restaurants Tia Pol. “Try this Buck, it’s amazing.” Holding the fork up he takes a bite, closing his eyes and humming at the delicious taste. “Oh man, you’re right, so good!”

“I have a bridesmaid dress fitting next week, I’m so happy Peggy let us pick our own dresses!” A sly smile grows over Bucky’s face. “I can’t wait to see you in it, what does it look like?” You wave a dismissive hand, “oh you’ll just have to wait! And don’t you guys have to do your tux fitting soon?” Bucky nods through a mouthful, “yup, couple of weeks.”

“I can’t believe it’s only two months away! This will definitely be a memorable Valentine’s Day!” Bucky takes a drink of wine, eyeing you over the glass. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” He takes your hand and runs his thumb over your knuckles, smiling softly. “I’m looking forward to it. I’m just happy I get to spend it with you.” He lifts your hand and kisses it, making you giggle. “Me too. It’s going to be amazing.”

Valentine’s Day/Steve and Peggy’s Wedding…

“Peggy, I…you look perfect, just perfect!” You try to get the words out without letting the tears fall but it’s no use, carefully blotting your eyes in the hopes of not ruining your make up. Peggy points a stern finger your way. “If you make me cry again, I’ll stab you!” Nat giggles and fixes Peggy’s veil, holding back her own tears. “It’s time ladies,” the bridal attendant says softly, helping the three of you line up. Nat walks out first, and you watch as the smile spreads across her face the moment her foot hits the runner.

You wait for the attendant to motion for you to go and begin taking the small steps out of the room. You haven’t seen Bucky all day and you can’t wait. You take that first step into the aisle and search the front, his gaze instantly finding yours as you make you way to him. Your eyes never leave his and your cheeks hurt from smiling. You’re so overwhelmed with happiness, for your friends, for you and Bucky and you just want to cry again.

His eyes tell you everything as you continue to stare at each other from across the altar. He mouths, “I love you,” and you do the same back, letting out a deep breath to quell the tears. The bridal march starts and you reluctantly look away, your eyes now focused on Steve who looks so completely in love that you feel the first tear run down you cheek, this moment one you will never forget.

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nekoannie-chan · 3 years

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Stealing ingredients

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader X Brock Rumlow

Word count: 395 words.

Summary: You wanted to make a surprise for your boyfriends and they found out they weren't good at baking.

Warnings: None.

A/N: This is my entry to the @sweater-daddiesdumbdork and @sagechanoafterdark‘s Winter/Holiday Festival Challenge with prompts #2 and #40:

Person A is great at baking, Person B is not. Chaos

“I’m freezing, you are warm, hug me.”

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You looked at the completely decorated tree in the living room, Brock and Steve had done a good job, then you turned your gaze to the kitchen table, you realized you didn't have all the ingredients you needed to surprise them.

You knew Steve loved the cookies you made, while muffins were Brock's favourites, so you'd cook them.

Steve went into the kitchen and didn't find you, thought you were in the garden, maybe finished decorating or adding more ornaments.

"Have you seen Y/N?”

"I think he's in the office," Brock replied.

"No, Y/N is not there.”

"Maybe Y/N went to buy presents, you know Y/N loves shopping.”

Steve saw the ingredients on the table and smiled, he and Brock could cook you a special dessert.

"Brock, shall we make a cake for Y/N?” Steve proposed. "Can we bake it?”

"Dunno, I have never...”

"We can watch a tutorial and follow it," Brock suggested.

They found your favourite cake recipe video, followed in the footsteps, after taking it out of the oven the two saw with great confusion the result because from some parts the cake looked raw, from other parts it was burned, they were not even sure if it was edible.

"Why doesn't our cake look like one of the videos?” Steve questioned disappointed.

"I have no idea, we follow all the steps...”

“What do you do?” You asked at the same time that you were entering the kitchen and they were startled.

"N-nothing," Steve replied nervously.

"We're trying to make a cake, but we're bad at this.”

“Did you use the ingredients that were on the table?”

"Couldn't we use them? Were you going to use them? Brock replied.

"I was going to bake a surprise for you two...”

The snow was starting to fall, you were sitting on the couch in front of the window staring at the snowfall.

“Do you think Y/N is still mad?” Brock inquired.

"We should talk to him and apologize.”

They both thought they had ruined Christmas, you didn't speak to them after discovering what they did. They sat next to you on the couch before they talked, you started talking.

“I’m freezing, you are warm, hug me.”

"Does that mean you're not angry anymore?”

"It means I want a hug," you replied, they hugged you. “You’re fools, but that's how I love you,' you said, laughing.

#ssholidaychallenge #steve rogers x reader x brock rumlow

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macomico · 4 years

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character meme #1 ! thanks @snarkspawn for tagging me, appreciate it a lot 😭💖 doing this for my TWC Detective Maha ✨

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Sexuality: bisexual

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Faceclaim: Diandra Forrest ? maybe ? i dont rlly use fc tbh....

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Family: Rebecca Kingston, Charles Kingston

Birthplace: Wayhaven

Ethnicity: African-American

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Phobias: spiders, being left alone, mild claustrophobia

Guilty Pleasures: fun & fruity cocktails.... she cant say no to those! also (making) decorated cookies

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#im in such a wayhaven mood. hoenstly would like to do this w my other detective too.....#maha kingston #twc #thanks for the tag again i love these kinds of things heheh !!!

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rattusrattus3 · 4 years

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travelingbytastebuds · 3 years

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COLONIAL AMERICA WHERE: City Tavern Restaurant (138 S 2nd St, Philadelphia, PA 19106) *has since permanently closed* When I very excitedly told my less enlightened ethnocentric ex-fiancé about my plan to eat a different food from every country in the world, he complained and asked me why I didn't start with America first. So I told him, "Well... that's not the point of this experience. I want to adventure to new places, see what else is out there and--" "I know, I know," he sounded like he was rolling his eyes at me over the phone. "I just don't know why you didn't put America first." I was a little caught off guard by how close-minded he was being, but the more I thought of it I came to the conclusion that I HAD put America first. For the first 35 years of my life, I had been eating hamburgers, hot dogs, chocolate chip cookies, apple pie, mac and cheese, fried chicken, banana splits, clam chowder, ect for nearly four decades! I have done the American leg of this tour to tastebud death.

I mean... that was part of the problem. I was bored of eating the same old thing for the rest of my life. Hamburgers are delicious, but just how many of them can you eat before you want MORE... before you want to try Senegalese thieboudienne, Korean kimbap, Mongolian buuz, West African domoda, Peruvian ceviche, Spanish tapas? The world does not come in one flavor-- nor should it ever! Also, the more I thought of it, I had also done a very colonial American restaurant. City Tavern was one of my favorite cosplaying finds when I was living in Philadelphia one spring, so much so that I literally took my fiance there when we were together. FFS, this man can't remember anything! We did colonial American. He was sitting right there for the damn meal! But I digress... I don't remember what we ate that night, but the bread in that place was amazing. The menu offers things like cornmeal fried oysters, New England corn chowder, seafood melange, turkey pot pie, veal, venison, braised rabbit, apple-wood smoked pork chop (I think that's what I got actually), lobster pie, ect. Some of these recipes came from Thomas Jefferson's own cookbook (though he definitely was not the one who wrote it going by history). But that bread, wow... it just melts, just melts in your mouth so well... The tavern itself was built in 1772 to be "a large and commodious tavern" worthy of the largest and most prosperous city in all the colonies, Philadelphia. For over two hundred years it continued to operate, still keeping the old decor and colonial garb, until the pandemic hit the city hard and even hundreds of years of history could not compete with covid-19. When I heard about that, my heart just about broke. No more time traveling restaurant... There is a colonial American restaurant in Charlottesville, Virginia by the name of Michie Tavern, but my first love will still be City Tavern Restaurant of Philadelphia. PS. My ex is dumb.

#1800s #colonial amercia #hamilton #united states of america #fourth of july #my ex is dumb #north america #homegrown #bread #old eats #philadelphia #colonial #thomas jefferson #pandemic #theme restaurants #small minded trumpster

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ma-worm · 4 years

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Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy fuck Columbus day everyone(fuck all colonizers actually but this is specifically pertaining to the Americas for the holiday and he’s the most glorified sob), in celebration I'll give some fun information I researched. Credit to @fuckyeahfoodfantasy for the edits of tequila, margarita, brownie, and chocolate, thank you for making these characters more accurate to their birthplaces and/or not grey. Chocolate: The word "chocolate" comes from the Nahuatl word chocolātl and the food/drink is made from the bean/seed from the fruit of Cacao tree native to southern Mexico and Central America. Chocolate was recorded to be important to the Aztec culture, they were said to believe cacao beans were the gift of Quetzalcoatl and they had so much value that they were a form of currency.

Originally prepared as a drink, chocolate was served as a bitter liquid, mixed with spices or corn puree. It was believed to be an aphrodisiac and to give the drinker strength. Today, such drinks are also known as "Chilate" and are still made by locals in the South of Mexico. Only after it was imported to Europe did people start adding sugar and milk to chocolate.

Cacao was also used by other Mesoamerican cultures such as the Olmecs and the Maya people, and each culture had its own preparation and occasions for it that are certainly worth looking into further. Tequila: Tequila is a distilled beverage made from the blue agave plant, primarily in the area surrounding the city of Tequila and in the Jaliscan Highlands (Los Altos de Jalisco) of the central-western Mexican state of Jalisco. It is the most popular type of mezcal(distilled alcoholic drinks made from agave). Mexican laws state that tequila can only be produced in the state of Jalisco and limited municipalities in the states of Guanajuato, Michoacán, Nayarit, and Tamaulipas. Tequila was first produced in the 1500s near the location of the city of Tequila, which was not officially established until 1666.

A predecessor to tequila is a fermented beverage from the agave plant called pulque. When conquistadors ran out of brandy, agave began to be distilled to create mezcal and tequila. Planting, tending, and harvesting the agave plant remains a manual effort, largely unchanged by modern farm machinery and relying on centuries-old know-how passed down through generations of farmers called jimadores.

Margarita: The margarita is a popular Mexican and American drink, the Daisy (margarita is Spanish for "daisy"), remade with tequila instead of brandy. This drink became popular during Prohibition as people drifted over the U.S./Mexico border for alcohol. There are many creation stories for the margarita although none of them can be proven for sure, partially because the drink may have been invented in multiple places around the same time period do to its simple concept and appeal.

In a classic margarita, you can expect to find tequila, orange liqueur, and lime juice often served with salt on the rim of the glass. It can be served in many glasses although the most traditional would be the eponymous margarita glass. There are many variations on this recipe including things like flavored tequilas, different liqueurs, or even freezing and blending the margarita into a slush. Cornbread: Native Americans had been using ground maize as food for thousands of years prior to the arrival of Europeans. Corn, as we know it today, was actually the English word for any grain although maize was the one that retained the general term in modern times.

Native Americans, specifically the Cherokee, Chickasaw, Choctaw, and Creek tribes gave recipes for maize dishes to the southern colonists and adapted as it became a southern staple food. there are many types of cornbread these days, baked, fried, pone, it’s an incredibly versatile recipe. Pozole, otherwise known as Hominy, which is swelled and softened kernels of maize can also be used in cornbread instead of cornmeal, as well as many other traditional dishes native to the Americas. Brownie: The brownie is a sheet cookie developed in the United States in the late 1800s. Originally it was most likely meant to be a more convenient type of cake developed by the upper class’s chefs. While this is a more European styled use for chocolate, recipes have been developed using more traditional means, such as the addition of chile, the removal of dairy and processed sugars, and/or using different cooking methods.

Turkey: Turkey meat has been eaten by indigenous people from Mexico, Central America, and the southern tier of the United States since before our records of those regions. Turkeys were once so abundant in the wild that they were eaten throughout the year, the food considered commonplace. Turkey with mole sauce is regarded as Mexico's national dish.

Turkeys were domesticated in ancient Mexico, for food and/or for their cultural and symbolic significance. The Aztecs, for example, had a name for the turkey, wueh-xōlō-tl (guajolote in Spanish), a word still used in modern Mexico in addition to the general term pavo. There’s plenty of evidence that Mayans and other Native American groups had been domesticating turkeys over a very long time as well.

The character in-game has many Eurasian elements despite this and I am not actually sure why, from his clothing to the apple in his basic art. It would be nice to see a redesign more faithful to Turkey’s roots but I did not have the time or funds to arrange for that for this project.

Popcorn: Popcorn is a way of processing maize that predates many if not all other forms, an archeological find known as Bat Cave finding samples of it that have been dated back to about 5,600 years ago.

Popcorn, or momochitl, seems to have been both a religious element (art and accounts from conquistadors describing it being used for ceremonial headdresses, ornaments, components, and necklaces) and as a staple food. Zapotec, pre-Inca Peruvian, Pueblo, and Iroquois native Americans were all documented to have uses and recipes for and with popcorn, and it speculated that even more groups of people had access to it and simply didn’t record it since it was such a normal food for them.

Popcorn would be given as a token of goodwill during peace negotiations and settlers were taught how to make it, it was almost exclusively American food since it would not keep during overseas trips. During the Great Depression, it became more popular in America as a snack food thanks to its low cost and has maintained that reputation.

Popcorn’s in-game design reflects the more modern fanciful decoration and uses, due to the color of popcorn, the sheer range, and mostly the fact that the in-game Popcorn could just be albino I chose not to try to adjust his design to be more regionally accurate. Pudding: Pudding, more specifically Flan as I believe the game’s character is designed after, is a dish brought to the Americas by Europeans. However, Flan has become an incredibly popular dish especially in Central and South America, to the extent that there are varieties specific to regions. This is possibly reflected in part by the character’s bolo tie.

While Flan is not a dish native to the Americas it has been raised to new levels and enjoyed greatly by the people so he was allowed to stay. Honorable mentions -

Turducken: Turducken is a dish invented and made popular in the United States. Her backstory does talk about the history of Mado, specifically, it’s colonization, but her role in everything is actually more related to dealing with the aftermath. She frees the trapped and suffering souls, she was summoned after the primary point of conflict. Similarly, the dish Turducken was invented post-colonization, in more modern times specifically by Paul Prudhomme in the 1970s in Louisiana. Additionally, the ingredients of a Turducken(Turkey, Chicken, and Duck) are not all American. While Turkeys and Ducks can be found in North America, Chickens are native to Southeast Asia and brought to the Americas by European settlers. Steak: While steak is a popular food in the Americas and a native bovine, bison, can certainly be used to make steaks, what we know as a steak is not a traditional food of the Americas. Furthermore, the character has many more European elements to his design, and his horns are definitely not those of bison, so I feel safe saying he doesn’t qualify for this specific list. Hotdog, Hamburger, B-52, and Cola: While these are accepted foods common in the Americas, they were invented in modern times and definitely aren’t traditional foods by any means. Regardless, they still get a mention Boston Lobster: While lobsters are a crustacean found on American coasts and there are accounts of Native Americans eating and using them, I do not believe this is the same as the food soul. Lobsters can be found all over the world and the name in the CN version of the game "麻辣小龙虾" translates to spicy crayfish which is going to be closer to the intended dish. While you can also find spicy crayfish in the americas it would be more accurate to assume it means the popular dish in southern China, considering his relations to Rice and Salt and Pepper Mantis Shrimp, rather than the Cajun style. Additionally, his clothing is definitely not designed with the Americas in mind. That's all folks, happy holiday, colonizers have no rights. this was pretty fun to make and a lot of research went into it, I wholeheartedly encourage looking more into these foods and the history of the original American people if you liked this. Worm out

#food fantasy #FF Edits #ff chocolate #ff tequila #FF Margarita #ff cornbread #ff brownie #ff turkey #ff popcorn #ff pudding #ff turducken #ff steak #ff hotdog #ff hamburger #ff b-52 #ff cola #ff boston lobster #happy holiday everyone #ff history bits

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leejihoonownsmyheart · 4 years

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Add a Dash of Sugar

Part One of the 13 Days of Seventeen Series

Summary:

Owning a bakery in New York City has been your dream so long that you can’t even recount when it first became a thought of yours- so when it finally happens and you open your store, you can only rationalize that all of your dreams have come true- well all but one.

But then again, surely the man of your dreams wouldn’t walk in your humble doors asking for cupcakes, scones, or whatever you suggest... Would he?

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Opening a little sweets shop in the middle of Manhatten was a dream come true for you.

Really, ever since you were a little girl you had been dreaming of opening the shop, from the sorts of sweets that you would put in your display window to the sorts of events you would run for the holidays right down to the backsplash of bricks that would decorate the walls.

You’d walk down city streets and imagine that the sidewalks were crowded with hundreds of people and that at this perfect little storefront with a glass door framed in wood you were there polishing the windows. There would be a small little white sign that you could flip to say open every morning and turn to say closed at night. The windows would be glass as well, both with little alcoves to fit small two people tables in- perfect for dates and people watching.

You had imagined what it would be like to wake up early, and in elementary school, you had started the habit every morning of waking up before the sun rose in order to bake a batch of cookies for your family and friends to snack on before school started. It became a habit that you just didn’t stop.

The older you got, the better you got at baking and the more you began to like the mornings.

It was nice to watch the sunrise over the hill in the distance out of your kitchen window. You enjoyed hearing the birds chirp as you began to take cookie sheets out of the oven. It was so peaceful.

Most people wouldn’t describe New York as peaceful. They would see it as hectic and busy and never something that you would find comfort in- but you didn’t see it that way.

Central Park was beautiful in the morning when the cool breeze would blow throw your hair as you got a good walk in. Even the streets of Times Square didn’t seem all that crowded when you walked them during the day, just seeing the nice hum of conversation and the flow of the sea of people as another enticing aspect of the New York City way.

So, when you found the perfect place for your store, tucked away on a street that people would actually venture down with just the right amount of space for everything you had always wanted in a café you didn’t hesitate to take out the loan to buy it.

Your family was nothing but supportive of you. In fact, everyone was. It’s not like anyone didn’t know this was your dream. It wasn’t like you hadn’t been able to prove that you deserved this life. It wasn’t like you hadn’t worked your butt off to achieve this dream.

You were young, and you were determined and nothing could keep you from your dream.

So you swept the floor and you polished the windows, and you spent hundreds of dollars advertising your new bakery, spreading the word that soon you would be opening, and then after that you spent all the time that you needed to spend creating relationships with all the customers that you got to come back.

So, after your grand opening, you just focused on working.

You woke up early, and slept late and you cleaned and baked and smiled and repeated everything at the end of the day.

You fell into a pattern, one that made it a little hard for you to have a social life.

Making friends as an adult was hard.

Making friends as a working adult in New York City was even harder.

But you didn’t need new friends to make all your dreams come true. You just needed to work hard, and keep in contact with all the people that helped you get here in life.

“Sweetheart, do you really think that you’re happy?” Lena asked you. Your nose wrinkled slightly at the question.

“Of course, I’m happy. This is my dream.”

“And it’s a perfect dream. Except for one thing- where is Mr. Y/n?” She asked you. You sighed.

“Look, I don’t need a man in my life to be happy,” you insisted. “Sure, when we planned this out way back then, I already had a ring on my finger-”

You could practically see the face your friend was likely making, and in response to that you simply turned your head to the side and kept talking with a slight annoyed infliction to your tone.

“But I don’t need a man by my side okay?” You insisted. “And I’m gonna stop calling you if you kept telling me I do need one.”

Lena laughed at that; her voice soft.

“Okay, okay. Just remember while you are out living your perfect life that your friends back at home miss you. I can’t believe you aren’t coming home for Christmas.”

You fell silent for a moment as you walked over to the window of your small apartment. You brushed the curtain aside with your fingers and looked out at the city spread before you.

“I’ve got a lot going on. I can’t just abandon a new business to come see you guys,” you replied. “But, rest assured, I do miss you.”

“To the moon and back?”

“Past the rings of Saturn and the stars spread beyond,” you agreed. “Now I have to get some sleep. Got a lot of baking to do.”

“Yeah, yeah. I love you; you know that?”

“Good night,” you insisted back, before finally clicking the red button on your phone to end the call.

You sighed, and glanced up from the cityscape.

You did miss one thing from your time back at home.

Here in the city it was practically impossible to see the stars. Something that you had grown so used to looking up in the sky and seeing. A constant reminder that you weren’t alone.

Your fingers dug into the fabric of the curtain; you hated the little bit of anxiety that you felt shot through your body at the thought.

You felt so alone here.

You rolled your eyes suddenly, catching yourself before you could let your mind wander any further.

You needed some sleep and you needed to work, and that would clear your head just fine. You were sure of it.

The first time that the man who would soon change your life came into your bakery, you couldn’t believe that he was actually there for sweets. You thought maybe he had accidentally wandered into the wrong store or had heard some rumor that you sold things that could help him get skinny fast. Nonetheless you didn’t speak a negative word. You lifted your head from your hand and smiled at him as he came in, which made him smile back.

He had high cheekbones and heavy bags under his eyes, but large lips that were spread out into a pretty smile. It made a small red flush spread over your cheekbones, an action that made you cough into your hand quietly and turn your head just slightly to the side.

“Welcome!” You stated sweetly. “All of our selections are spread out here, and I have menus for items I can make for catering orders or anything.”

The man didn’t respond. He simply smiled sweetly and lowered his eyes to the treats on display. The way he skimmed them, snapping pictures with his phone quietly gave you the feeling that he wasn’t about to make a purchase so you buried yourself back into the recipe you were copying from one book to another- wondering if you reduced the amount of butter you added if it would actually end up making the treats that much tastier.

As you did so you noticed that the man was fiddling with his phone differently. His fingers pressed over his digital keyboard, and he pulled the sleek piece of glass up to his face.

At first, he didn’t say much, but you could hear what the guy on the phone was saying.

Honestly, you were so lost in your dizzying routine of cupcakes and scones and cookies and customers that you almost didn’t realize that you were translating everything the loud guy on the phone was saying out of Korean. Your nose wrinkled as you glanced at the man who was staring at your dishes, noting that he looked increasingly more confused by his friend telling him to see what kind of frosting you used on your cupcakes.

You swallowed your nerves and slid over towards the man- Seungcheol as his friend had called him. You smiled at the nervous looking man hoping that this look would calm his nerves.

“I use buttercream with all of my treats, but I’m willing to use a cream cheese frosting too. Just not anything outside of those too flavor spectrums. Anything else just isn’t good,” you explained to him in Korean. The look you got back was one of pure shock. The person on the phone started laughing, saying something like “You said she was cute right? Dude you actually have a shot.”

But all the man with the phone seemed capable of doing was smiling nervously as his face turned completely red.

“You… You know Korean?” He asked. You nodded.

“I wanted to learn a language, so I learned one online,” You replied. “I could have learned Spanish or something, but for some reason instead I decided to learn this language.”

You hesitated, thinking over that decision.

“I really don’t know why I didn’t just learn Spanish or something.”

Seungcheol’s shade of red didn’t fade from his face, and instead he cleared his throat nervously and placed his hand on the back of his neck, outstretching his phone. You could tell he wanted you to talk to whoever he was on the phone with, but you could also tell that you absolutely were not going to do that.

You reached your hand forward and put your hand on the phone, as you did, your fingers brushed the other guys and both of your faces flamed with color and warmth. Even so, you pushed down the phone and smiled at him.

“I’d rather talk to you. What are you looking for?” You asked him softly. You could hear the person on Seungcheol’s phone laughing, calling out to a Hansol in english, and it made you smile a little more in amusement. “Okay, what if we start with how many you are buying for today?”

“Not today,” Seungcheol corrected, his voice quiet. “I- uh, it’s for the end of the week. Christmas.”

He hesitated, looking away from you.

“It’s for a lot of people.”

“How many?” You repeated. He shuffled uncomfortably and then started to count it under his breath. First, he mumbled thirteen names under his breath, and then he continued to count mumbling certain words under his breath as he went on.

By the time he got to a hundred you held your hand out and laughed.

“Okay, I get it, what if we set you up for at least 300 cupcakes? I don’t have any other orders this week, so I can definitely pass that.”

There was some quiet talking on Seungcheol’s phone, and it made him wrinkle his nose and raise it to his head. His confusion was clear.

“Also, a hundred scones?” He mumbled robotically. “And one cake? Three layers, and if it’s not too much 300 hundred donuts, every hundred are different flavors.”

He said it in English, which is probably why he was so confused, but you couldn’t help but think it made him that much more adorable. His English pronunciation was adorable.

“I can probably manage that if I have all week,” you stated thoughtfully. He nodded, switching back to Korean.

“What if we got it by Monday?” He asked. You smiled.

“Perfect- that is Christmas,” you stated. “Any certain decorations? A theme?”

Seungcheol scoffed, his head falling to the side.

“Ode to you?” He mumbled. You didn’t understand why that was amusing to him, but it sounded poetic either way.

“Romantic,” you commented, as you grabbed a notepad to write down. “What’s this for… A wedding?”

Seungcheol raised his hands unconsciously setting them on the display glass. Normally you hated it when people did that, but in this case, you just glanced at his fingers, breathing out in slight relief.

No ring.

“No wedding,” he replied with a chuckle. “It’s uh, a party… Kinda.”

You didn’t question it because he clearly didn’t want you to know more about what it was then this. You just shrugged and finished writing down what you had to write down.

“Okay, I just need an email, and I can give you a quote for how much it will cost by tomorrow,” you stated softly. The idea of an email, seemed to make Seungcheol a little nervous. You could see the gears in his brain churning, and not in a good way. You thought fast- and it was a good thing that you were great on your feet. “Or you can just come in tomorrow if you want? I totally don’t mind if you just come in tomorrow.”

Relief fell over Seungcheol’s face.

“I’ll come in tomorrow,” he agreed with a nod. You smiled, and turned your back towards him, writing down a few more things.

“Alright, I’ll give you a quote tomorrow, and I’ll get the ingredients I’ll need as fast as I can and-”

But before you could finish you heard a small bell ding. You turned back over your shoulder, surprised to find that the guy was already gone. You chuckled and shook your head in disbelief.

He sure was a strange guy, and you had a pretty good feeling that he was pulling your chain. What kind of a Korean guy who likely spoke no English came to a small bakery like yours? Especially one as attractive as him?

This was probably just some elaborate prank being played on you.

You set your clipboard down and sighed.

You were still going to write that quote though.

Just in case.

The next day you were so busy that you barely had the chance to breathe. With Christmas rapidly approaching people were trying their best to try out New York’s best cuisine, and that meant a lot of them accidentally ran into your store at times.

And tourists had a lot of questions.

You were as patient as you could be, but you were so distracted by being sweet that you almost didn’t even notice when Seungcheol entered the store.

Almost.

You looked up, a smile gracing your lips as you looked at the person.

“Welcome!” You greeted. Your eyes went back to the customer before you, and that’s when you realized who you had just seen. Your heart skipped a beat, and you sucked in a deep breath trying your best not to let your excitement show too evidently on your face.

“What if we got five cookies and three donuts?” The lady before you asked. You smiled back at her.

“That sounds great, but what flavors are we looking at?” You asked back. The lady hummed, biting her lip.

“They all look so good,” she stated uncertainly.

“Then why not get one of each?” You suggested. “I can package it all separately if you want, and if you don’t like any of the flavors you can come back and get one that you like completely for free.”

“That sounds perfect,” the lady continued with a sigh. You smiled and started to package all of the items that she had wanted away and as you did, she continued to speak. She was a nice woman. Came in a lot. But she was superstitious, and you had no clue what her name was. “You know love, I really don’t know how you do it.”

You laughed, a slight roll of your eyes.

“Do what? Put some pastries in a box?” You jested lightly. She laughed as well.

“Run this shop. I mean, you pop up out of nowhere and you are so sweet and your treats are perfect little bites of heaven-”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” you scolded light-heartedly. You folded the box closed and slid it across the counter to her. “That’s going to be twenty-eight dollars today.”

“I’m not being dramatic!” She insisted as she rummaged through her wallet for some cash. “You make the holidays worth it. I won’t be able to do it again without you.”

She handed you the money, and grabbed your wrist as you reached to take it. You looked up at her, and smiled.

“Never close,” she begged.

“I don’t plan to,” you assured softly. She released your wrist and you finished up her transaction. You slid her a receipt. “I’ll see you in a few weeks okay?”

She waved at you over her shoulder.

“Okay dear, happy holidays!”

The doorbell rang, and your eyes fell back on the tall boy before you. You rested your hand on the counter.

“I didn’t actually think that you were coming back,” you stated with a deep breath. You picked your clipboard up and handed it across the counter to Seungcheol. He took it, his cheeks a little red.

He took a glance at your writing and his eyebrows raised in surprise.

“I have to ask,” he said uncertainly. You couldn’t help the way that he leaned forward a bit, hanging on to his every word. He didn’t seem to want to talk much to you, and you understood why considering he had probably assumed that you didn’t know Korean or at least, only knew a small amount. “Did you really learn your Korean online? Your sentence structure, your grammar, your everything... I could mistake you for someone fluent.”

You waved his words off with a laugh.

“That’s flattering and all,” you stated. “But my Korean really isn’t that great,” you wrote off politely. “How does the quote sound? Reasonable.”

Seungcheol looked down at the clipboard again and nodded pointedly.

“You’re the one.”

You laughed, your eyes widening slightly at the choice of words.

“You sure?” You asked him. “There are loads of bakeries in New York.”

“And none of them are quite like yours,” Seungcheol responded. His cheeks were red again, that adorable flush spread to his hairline. “You’re the one I’m sure of it.”

You had barely had any interactions with the boy in front of you, and you weren’t the sort who just... Fell for someone because of looks. Especially since first interactions could be so... Untrustworthy.

Yet even so, as you looked at Seungcheol suspecting he wasn’t necessarily referring to the bakery when he referred to you as the one it sort of sent a thrill of excitement through your body.

“A little forward, don’t you think Seungcheol?”

The red flush spread down his neck and his eyebrows rose quickly.

“You do know Seventeen!” He blurted. Now it was your turn to be confused.

“Seventeen?” You asked. “I got your name from your phone call last night.”

Seungcheol opened his mouth to say something, but stopped before anything real could leave his mouth. He was clearly embarrassed by his slip-up, and it was enough to have you smiling goofily and leaning forward.

“So, what’s Seventeen then? You famous or something?” You asked him teasingly. Seungcheol laughed nervously.

“No,” he stated. But you could tell by the way he was messing with his hair that this wasn’t the right answer at all.

“You are!” You exclaimed in surprise. “Oh, that’s beyond surprising.”

“What, do I not look like I could be famous?” He asked you, feigning offense. You waved your hand in the air.

“No, it’s that I can’t believe someone famous would walk into my bakery, of all the bakery’s in New York,” you explained. It made him laugh.

“I’m not that famous,” he promised. “But uh... I do have to go.”

“I’ll have the order ready for you by Monday.”

“Would it be okay if I, uh, swung by maybe? Just to make sure everything was going well?” He asked slowly. You were surprised by the option and nodded.

“Yeah, yeah of course!” You agreed. “Just to make sure everything is going well.”

Even though I won’t really start anything until Sunday.

“I’ll see you around then.”

“See you around.”

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you watched Seungcheol walk out the door, and you made a note to look up this boy once your day was over.

The bell to your bakery rang and another group of tourists wandered in.

You smiled.

But it would have to wait until later.

“His name is Seungcheol, and he said something about... Seventeen?” You mumbled uncertainly into your phone speaker. “I don’t know, he’s kind of cute. And I think that he is opening up to me! He asked to come back!”

“I found him,” Lena replied instead. “S Coups, a south Korean musician. Choi Seungcheol, known better simply as Seungcheol, is a Korean rapper. He is a current pre-member and the suspected leader of the K-pop boy group Seventeen. He’s born in 1995. A Leo- oh!”

“How did you find him that fast?!” You blurted. You pressed your shoulder up so that you could hold your phone against your ear and you pulled out your own laptop, typing in his name as you did so.

“He’s really popular,” Lena replied. “And cute, oh my god why didn’t you tell me he was so cute?”

You laughed.

“I told you he was cute!” You insisted.

“Yeah, kind of cute. Not a whole damn Christmas miracle. Sweetheart he’s the guy who you’ve been looking for!”

You laughed, but Lena seemed to be completely serious.

“Oh, have you read his... Kpop profile? Or whatever that is, he is such a cutie! He’s a black belt in Taekwondo, he likes to read, and do sports! He was voted the manliest of his entire boy group and according to my research, his boy group is like 13 members big,” Lena practically swooned.

You chuckled.

“Maybe you should be the one trying to date him,” you joked. You could hear her roll her eyes, but before she could tell you off, she squealed.

“Oh my god! He has an ideal type and it’s totally you! He likes girls who can cook well and eat a lot,” she exclaimed. You laughed.

“What kind of guy has an ideal type on his profile?” You asked.

“A famous kpop singer apparently,” Lena mumbled. “You ready to stay up all night listening to your boy sing?”

“Lena, that’s so irresponsible-”

“Seventeeeeeennnnnnn.”

The next time Seungcheol came in it was a lot less busy.

Which, to your surprise ended up being bad because you were singing one of his songs under your breath, and when you turned around and made eye contact with him you knew that he knew.

His eyebrows raised in surprise and he pointed at you.

“You looked me up!” He accused.

You laughed nervously, throwing your hands in the air.

“Uh, guess now I’m a carat?” You chuckled. “Which by the way- you should have told me that you have these like themes... What if one of the layers of cake was carrot cake? And I can do the frosting in your groups colors.”

You turned to the back counter, grabbing your clipboard again. You placed the clipboard on the counter for him to look at.

“Okay, see. I designed this cake, and look at these flavor combinations I came up with for the donuts!” You stated confidently but even so you could tell that Seungcheol was less interested in your designs and more interested in you. He wouldn’t take his eyes off of your face, and it made you brush a strand of your hair out of your face shyly.

“What?” You asked him. He chuckled and reached forward. His thumb briefly swiped at the area under your eyes. He smiled sweetly.

“Did you sleep at all last night?” He asked. You shrugged of his concern.

“I was up late.”

“Watching Seventeen videos?” Seungcheol asked in amusement. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, making a somewhat idiotic expression.

“Uh, no,” you joked. “But I’ve got to say, you are one of the most adorable fathers of 12 grown men that I’ve ever met.”

“You don’t think it’s weird?” He asked unsurely. You frowned at him.

“Weird that you are one of the most popular Korean singers in Korea?” You asked. He made a face.

“That’s an over-exaggeration.”

“Either way, that’s definitely not weird. That’s super cool,” you assured softly. You reached forward and placed your hand over your clipboard. “Besides, now I understand your ode reference. Your treats are going to be so cool. Se... Seur?”

“Seungkwan,” Seungcheol suggested. You pointed at him.

“Yes! Seungkwan is going to be so excited! You’ll see.”

Seungcheol laughed and leaned on the counter, nodded.

“I don’t doubt it,” he assured you sweetly. “But now I have to say- it all feels pretty unfair. Like you know more about me then I know about you.”

“That’s because I do know all about you,” you replied with a laugh. “I spent all night learning about you.”

“So, tell me something about you!” Seungcheol insisted. “Something. Anything.”

You weren’t sure how but just a few minutes into talking to Seungcheol, ended up in you telling him your life story, and him filling you in on anything you couldn’t find out about him by google searching him. He stood aside when a customer came in and smiled as he watched your transactions. He loved to watch you work, saying he adored the kind and caring way that you talked to each and every person.

“When are you going to make all of the dishes?” Seungcheol asked you curiously. You glanced back at him as you finished counting your inventory.

“This Sunday probably. It’s my day off so it’s the best time to handle such a big order,” you explained. Seungcheol frowned, his eyebrows furrowing as he did so.

“But... Tomorrow is Christmas Eve,” he mumbled.

“And your big order is for Christmas Day and a lot of revenue on my part,” you replied. “So, I’ll spending my Christmas Eve baking. Not like I wasn’t going to do that anyways.”

“Why wouldn’t you be going to see your family?” Seungcheol asked you. You waved it off.

“My family’s halfway across the country, and my business is too new for me to just pack up and leave for a week,” you explained. “Besides, family isn’t everything on Christmas.”

“Only people who aren’t going to be with their family on Christmas say that,” Seungcheol replied. You ignored him with a pleasant roll of your eyes.

“Either way I don’t mind. I love to bake. It reminds me of being home,” you stated. “It’s the best way to spend my Christmas Eve. Christmas carols playing all day long, just me the flour and the heat of the oven.”

You smiled to yourself.

“And of course, it’s always worth it to see the way that my baking makes people smile.”

“I feel the same way!” Seungcheol said excitedly. “Except, about rapping... Being an idol, not baking.”

“Have you ever baked before?” You asked him back. “Your hands seem great for rolling out cookie dough.”

Seungcheol’s cheeks reddened a little bit, his fingers spreading out in surprise. You nodded and reached forward, taking his wrist gently. You looked at his hand and ran your finger over one of the lines on his hands. They were so soft. You immediately regretted grabbing them when his hands were this soft.

You were momentarily distracted. It was like touching a cloud.

“How so?” He asked.

“Oh, you know, soft but strong,” you replied. “Perfect for handling the dough, and squeezing out icing.”

“I hear they’re good for other things,” Seungcheol commented. At first you were confused by his words, but then his fingers intertwined with yours and he quirked an eyebrow at you. “What if I were to bake with you tomorrow?”

“But...”

“I’m free, and no one should be alone on Christmas Eve. You’re already coming to the party on Christmas, so it’ll just be like insurance.”

“Insurance?”

“Maybe I don’t trust you to get everything perfect,” he replied. “I have to watch to make sure you get it right.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes.

“Either way I’m putting you to work,” you said with a laugh.

Seungcheol’s lips quirked up into a large spread smile.

“So, then it’s a date,” he exclaimed. Your cheeks reddened.

“It’s a date,” you agreed tentatively.

Baking with Seungcheol was a mess in so many ways that you couldn’t even properly word it. Baking with him meant it took two hours longer then it should’ve taken. You wasted about four cups of flour and an entire dozen of eggs. Not only that but you were pretty sure that by the end of it you had more icing on your face then on the donuts.

But suddenly, the idea of being alone for any part of Christmas seemed like the worst thing that you could be doing. You didn’t want to be alone, not even as you guys packed away all of the treats to be carted to Seungcheol’s big party. So, once you guys had put everything away for tomorrow you looked at the clock and raised an eyebrow.

“Only a little while left till Christmas,” you mumbled. “Wanna know my favorite holiday tradition?”

Your favorite thing to do every Christmas night as a kid had been to climb out onto the roof of your home and look at the stars. It started off as an opportunity to see Santa, but soon it just became a comfort. Escaping the pressures of the home, and the loud noise of the Christmas just to look up at the stars.

You luckily had found just the perfect way to climb up onto the roof of your new bakery home, and Seungcheol had been more than willing to climb up as well even though the actually spotting of stars wasn’t hugely likely.

“So, you can’t see your families for Christmas?” You asked, your lips turning down slightly.

He shrugged.

“Our company thought a US New York Christmas concert date was the dream- and it is! They do good for us.”

You glanced at him.

“But-” You mumbled.

“But I miss my mom and my dad,” Seungcheol admitted. “We all miss our families.”

“It’s shitty,” you insisted decisively. Seungcheol laughed.

“You shouldn’t curse,” he reprimanded. You rolled your eyes and got to your feet.

“Shitty!” You exclaimed. “Pleh... plea...?”

You glanced down at Seungcheol helplessly, which made him sigh and roll his eyes unsurely.

“Pledis,” he supplied.

“Pledis is shitty!” You exclaimed loudly. Seungcheol laughed and propped himself up on his elbows, staring at you with a stupid smile on his lips. You laughed as well and turned over your shoulder, giving him a puzzled look. “What?”

“Come down here,” he replied lightheartedly. Your head fell to the side, making your hair fall into your face. You brushed it out of your face.

“Why?” You asked. “I quite like it up here. You can see the whole world from the top of my little bakery.”

“I see the whole world in your eyes,” Seungcheol replied. Suddenly the cold winter air meant nothing at all. You felt so warm. “And I kind of want to kiss you.”

“Yeah?” You mumbled. He laughed again and nodded.

“Yeah.”

You shyly sank back down next to Seungcheol, your lips spread into a nervous smile.

He reached forward quietly and cupped your cheek in his hand. His thumb ran lightly over your cheek bone as he slowly leaned in.

“It sucks that I won’t be able to spend Christmas with my family,” Seungcheol mumbled. You shyly met Seungcheol’s gaze.

“But?” You murmured quietly.

“But that just means that I’ll be able to spend my Christmas with you.”

He closed the distance between you two and you could have sworn that fireworks went off.

You really had thought when this week started that you had all you needed to live a happy life. Sure, no boyfriend wasn’t exactly ideal but it wasn’t awful either.

You had your bakery. Your friends. Your family. Your New York. And sure, Christmas alone wasn’t perfect for most people, but it was kind of perfect for you.

Unless it didn’t have to be your perfect.

Seungcheol pulled away and he still had that stupid goofy smile spread across his lips.

“Does that mean I did it?” He asked softly. You rolled your eyes.

“Did what?”

“Got the girl?” He teased gently. You smacked his chest lightly, but you couldn’t keep yourself from laughing again.

“You’re so stupid and sappy,” you mumbled back. Just as Seungcheol’s face fell into a pout you leaned forward and tentatively put your lips to the corner of his.

Before you said another word, you glanced down at your watch, watching as the hands grew closer and closer to the 12. You waited until both hands were pointed straight up and looked at the boy next to you.

“Merry Christmas Choi Seungcheol,” you mumbled softly. His head fell to the side thoughtfully.

“Merry Christmas,” he replied back. His fingers tentatively wrapped around your wrist and he tugged you up. “Now lets get you back inside. Your turning all red from the cold.”

“It’s not from the cold,” you replied giddily.

He didn’t respond, just spun you into his side and smiled.

“The boys are going to love you,” he said affectionately and it made you smile. Maybe Lena had been right. A Christmas with a man could be just the thing that you wanted in your life after all.

#And here we go!#Off to a start!#Seungcheol #choi seungcheol #scoups #scoops #seventeen fanfiction #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fanfic series #seventeen series #kpop #kpop fanfiction #kpop fanfic #Svt #13 Days of Seventeen

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2018 McGingerbread Hell Competition Winners

Happy New Year, Folks! I’m pleased to announce the winners of this (past) year’s McGingerbread Hell Gingerbread House Competition!!

First off, I cannot find the words to say how much joy each and every entry to this competition has brought me. Every single one of the participants put their 100% best McMansion Hell face on and the results were charming, hilarious, and, if we’re being punny here, downright sweet. This may be the best idea this blogger has ever had.

Second, let me say that the when I say the competition was fierce, I mean, it was fierce. So much so that I drafted the fellow judgement of two of my favorite colleagues, my literary agent Caroline Eisenmann, and fellow architecture critic/Editor of Chicago Architect Magazine Anjulie Rao to help me narrow the 43 contestants down to 8.

Just a note: Last names of the winners have been abbreviated for privacy reasons. If you would like your full name to be published instead, please email [email protected] with your preferred name.

We’re going to start our line up with the 5 honorable mentions in alphabetical order, after which there will be a break to take those of you scrolling through this on the dashboard to the full article where the top 3 McMansions will be revealed.

Without further ado...

Honorable Mention #5 : Manoir de emporte-pièce by Anya D.

The judges were impressed by the whimsy, creativity and finely detailed execution of Anya’s house. Caroline summed it up best: “what else is a McMansion if not a bunch of smaller houses wrapped into one package?”

Anya writes:

Hi I'm Anya and I'm 12. I made my Gingerbread house from Gingerbread I mixed and baked myself. The house shapes came from a cookie cutter. It's held together with royal icing frosting I made. The shingles are almonds and the house off to the side is the dog house and has candy dog bones on it. The "lights" on parts of it are candy balls. I hope you like it!

Honorable Mention #4: AMAZING Custom Home with Quality Features by Sydney E.

The judges were impressed by the house’s fine craftsmanship, attention to detail (especially the peppermint columns, the gumdrop crenellations, and the chandelier in the back) and great sense of humor. Anjulie remarked: “Love the inclusion of the nuclear family.” What really had us in stitches was Sydney’s wonderfully rich description, especially this part:

“...You'll know you're living in the lap of luxury when you see the ENORMOUS GOLD CHANDELIER in the dining room. But it's the ROOFTOP PATIO with no discernible purpose or point of entry that will really set you apart from your neighbors. "Hey, how did you get up there?" they'll ask, but you're not telling (mysterious!). The landscaping will make you feel like you're in the countryside, in a sea of royal icing TURF GRASS (shown here, lightly dusted with coconut snow). The FOUR TREES on the property are either too far from the house to provide any shade (stately!) or extremely close to the house and actively obscuring at least one window (posh!). The entire house, the front walk, and the driveway are all bordered in royal icing ENGLISH IVY, which is definitely never going to be a problem for native plants (colonial!).”

Honorable Mention #3: Suburban Hobbit House by Jennifer K. & Cara M.

The judges were impressed by the difficulty of execution in Jennifer and Cara’s house, especially the dome, the cleverness of using almonds as cladding, and the hilariously barren “asphalt” lawn complete with soul patch. Kate remarked: “Pretty sure I saw this exact house in Bergen County, New Jersey.”

Jennifer and Cara wrote about their house:

Made of solid gingerbread in shape of skulls (had the pans), graham crackers, lots of icing, nuts, chocolate, a candy cane, grape tic-tacs, decorator sprinkles, butter-rum Lifesavers, fondant, Tootsie Rolls, and a loaf of rosemary bread. Round center mass house with back porch nub, two wings, a charming turret. We totally meant for it to look this way.

Honorable Mention #2: European Charme by Núria O.

The judges were very impressed with the fine detailing (such as the columns, balustrades, and front door), the crisp, clean execution of the design, and total commitment to the McMansion Aesthetic™ from front to rear, including the completely barren lawn.

Núria describes the house in finely practice Realtor-ese:

Beautiful gazillion-square-feet chalet featuring lots of personality and European flair. This cozy 4-bedroom, 10-bathroom cottage is made of sturdy construction-grade tan-beige gingerbread from top to bottom. Roof plates are structurally tinted, not painted, ensuring a durable color that will last until the last crumble is eaten. Windows glazing is made of gelatine sheets coated with black-coloured blueberry jam to ensure privacy as you lounge by the bay window or enjoy the views from the beautiful faux-balcony.

All doors are solid gum paste, with royal icing on all window frames as well as the balustrade. This home is ideal for entertaining, with its luxurious two-story entrance featuring genuine Spanish _neula_ columns with doric capitals, ornated pediment and a quaint half-tindered wall that gives true European _charme_. Utilities are housed in a lovely turret next to the service door. The garage accomodates two SUVs or six European sedan cars. The magnificent brown-sugar-paved front yard features icing plants and a signature landscaped crushed-sprinkle turf patch on cookie soil. The same type of grass was used in the large, sunny backyard which also has a patio area.

Honorable Mention #1: Existential Crisis on 34th Street by Caitlin R.

The judges were very impressed by the house’s clever use of different baking materials and attention to detailing, especially in the icing work. Kate was especially excited by the rounded gingerbread turret, and Anjulie loved the “Existential Crisis” detail and monumental marshmallow columns. The description had Caroline especially in stitches.

Caitlin describes the house:

This nine-bedroom mansion is made from the most exquisite of gingerbreads. Lovingly handmade from scratch, and crafted by local artisans, it's ready for your own sweet family. Grecian inspired columns impose your might on the neighborhood, while a pebble-clad tower with bay windows adds a touch of country charm. Architectural details include a 'stonework' wall and chimney, sweet dormer windows, and a luxurious back porch. A myriad of windows let light into this expanded historic house - the original building dates all the way back to 1982! Come by today, and soon you'll be calling this three-and-a-half story, Greco-Chateauesque Italian Revival Americana, 18,600 square foot mansion - home!

Now on to the TOP 3 PRIZEWINNING HOUSES!

It all comes down to this. It was stiff competition through and through, and the judges deliberated long and hard about who the top 3 spots should go to. Each house showed tremendous ability in craftsmanship, detailing, and McMansion Engineering. Without further ado:

Third Prize: Saccharin Sanctuary by Christa H.

The judges were wowed by the amazing craftsmanship and attention to detail present in Christa’s house. Caroline was impressed by the use of Cinnamon Toast Crunch as shingling, Anjulie loved the jellybean stone accents, and Kate found the use of sticks of gum as fake-stucco siding to be very clever. The execution of the lawyer foyer, turret, and appropriately nonsensical rear exterior put this house in to the third place slot.

Christa’s description, in perfect Realtorese:

This fabulous 1.5 story house features a gorgeous columned entry, double garage, show-stopping turret, and the picture perfect back patio. Built from the finest gingerbread and white chocolate... you can be sure that this house has a superior foundation that you can trust for years to come. Jelly Beans, spear mint Lifesavers, Cinnamon Toast Crunch and Double Mint gum among other award winning materials make this house’s curb appeal unforgettable! List Price: 🍬574,900 Est Mortgage: 🍬2,240/mo Listed By: Sugar & Space Reality®️

Second Prize: The Hundred Thousand by Louisa G.

The judges were blown away by, as they say, the sheer size of this lad. The monumentality of such a massive roof must have taken some serious gingerbread engineering, all while perfectly encapsulating McMansion Roof Culture. The engineering, clean execution, attention to detail (millions of nonpareils!!), and true, well, McMansion-ness of this house vaulted (ceiling) it into 2nd place.

Louisa describes the house thusly:

The Hundred Thousand has no equal. This 37-piece towering gingerbread edifice was baked and constructed over four days during the heat of an Australian summer, by an Australian and a Finn, using a Finnish gingerbread recipe. Inspired by Mt. Nub, The Hundred Thousand boasts a porcine screaming porch, eight ahoy-mateys windows, a royally-iced gable front that almost but not entirely obscures the front door, and palatial grounds landscaped with topiary sweets, all topped off with a soaring roof tiled with hundreds & thousands.

So many hundreds & thousands were used that the builders ran out of material - causing the construction project to grind to a halt for almost ten minutes, until the Australian’s father arrived with more much-needed building supplies. The Hundred Thousand was fixed together using high-quality caramel, and is internally braced by two large gingerbread cross-panels. This fantastic abode required nearly 2kg of flour and eight eggs (provided by the Australian’s chickens) and was constructed as large as the oven would allow, measuring a whopping 40 cm across on the front facade, and nearly 30 cm high.

And finally, (DRUMROLL PLEASE)

First Prize: Casa de McGingerHell by Beth and Tina C.

From the moat, dome skylight, and lawyer foyer, to the rice crispy treat retaining wall, and chocolate rocks, this house, in the words of Caroline, was “truly next level.” The judges were blown away by the incredible attention to detail and clever use of different materials, specially the pretzel railing on the bridge, the marshmallow penguins, and we all freaked over those sugar glass and water elements. From the several different types of windows, bizarre massing, and three car garage, this house encapsulates the deranged opulence of McMansions in the sweetest way possible.

Beth and Tina describe their house:

Located centrally and literally dominating the entire living room, this McGingerMansion features over twenty handcrafted stained glass windows, a double sized garage, and three hand laid rock face walls! This gingermansion also has not one, but two incredible water features including a delightful frozen waterfall in the spacious backyard. Boasting several pre-decorated pine trees surrounding the property, this festive gingermansion showcases several dozen strands of lights and as well as a handful of charming wreaths.

The one hundred percent genuine pretzel log deck overlooking the backyard is the perfect place to entertain friends and family alike, especially during the holiday season! Standing at just over a foot and a half tall, this truly massive gingermansion has a total composition of just over twenty pans worth of gingerbread. Call now to schedule a tour today; this gingermansion won't last long! *Disclaimer: As required of us by law, we must disclose the presence of a minor pest infestation in the form of roughly a dozen cute, but possibly rabid penguins on the property.

On behalf of the judges and McMansion Hell, we would like to thank everyone who entered the competition for their amazingly wonderful houses, and for the funding from McMansion Hell’s Patreon supporters whose generosity made running the competition and supplying the prizes possible.

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La receta mas facil para preparar royal icing en 2020

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Out of a Book Headcanons

actually posting these today! i’m really happy with some of these, and feel free to add on to them once you start reading the fic.

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you may look under the picture for your headcanons (aka the cut!)

Tag List: @watercolored-lemonade

Catherine Parr (Maiya!Parr)

~She swears by coffee. It does not matter if it’s black coffee or flavored, she will drink it. ~When she’s writing for hours on end to not lose her train of thought, she puts on special blue-light filtering glasses to help reduce the strain on her eyes. ~In those moments, Cathy doesn’t really leave her room. If it’s the weekend, and Aragon is home, Aragon will bring her food inside of her room. ~She’s an insomniac, but she tries to sleep every night. If she’s unsuccessful in falling asleep, she’ll curl up in her bed with a book and have soft music on until she dozes off. ~Despite being praised for her writing, Parr doesn’t talk much about her awards. She finds humility to be a much better quality than bragging. ~Catalina is her closest friend. The two met during their university days as dorm mates, and hit it off from there. Despite the different majors, the two found common ground to bond over. ~They are literally inseparable. If Catalina goes out in public, Parr is always with her. ~On her first date with Anne, she barely talks. She’s in such awe that someone so beautiful actually asked her out on a date to begin with. (When they do start dating, Parr loves giving Anne a lot of hugs. She loves the fact her girlfriend enjoys said hugs too. She’s very soft with Anne.)

Catalina de Aragon: (Grace!Aragon)

~Parr’s best friend. Quite literally, the two are always together at some point in the day. ~A high school teacher! She teaches Spanish, and loves all of her kids. Except for when she doesn’t, which is the one day they go rowdy and drive her insane. ~If it weren't for her being home on the weekends, Parr would probably not eat because of her hyperfixation on writing. ~Want a killer paella recipe? Ask Aragon for it. She will give it to you. ~Aragon loves her job. She will always brag about her kids and she will praise them until the end of the time. ~She tends to come home late because of said kids, though. She tutors groups after school to help them and the woman comes home exhausted. ~Part of her will always wonder how Parr is not dead from drinking so much coffee.

Anna of Cleves (Nicole!Cleves)

~Parr’s publicist. She helps Parr coordinate and prepare for press interviews, helps her maintain her social media image, and loads of other things. ~Cleves and Parr met through Parr’s editor, and Cleves immediately loved the positive energy Parr gave off. ~The two originally started with a strictly professional relationship, but grew to be very fond of each other and became friends. This also ended with Cleves meeting Aragon. ~When Parr is about to go on a talk show or something, Cleves always has her back. If she's nervous, you bet the woman is grabbing a cup of coffee for Parr to drink. ~SHE IS THE HYPE WOMAN PARR NEEDS. She will get Parr all pumped up and excited for something. ~Especially when Parr is about to go on her first date with Anne. She sits Parr down in front of the mirror and showers her in encouragement. Cleves will not hesitate to literally shake the nerves out of her, either. ~Aside from being her publicist, Cleves is a food blogger. She’s a home cook, and loves sharing her ideas with other people.

Jane Seymour (Abby!Seymour)

~The very proud owner of the bakery right next door to the café Parr visits. In fact, she knows Parr because of Catalina. ~Jane and Catalina both met at a park. Catalina was having trouble walking because of her ankle and Jane offered to help her get to the nearest bench. The two sat down for a while and ended up talking, to discover she was owner of the bakery and Catalina LOVES her baking. ~Jane always has a special box for Catalina when she comes to pick up her order. That box is for Parr. Parr, however, does not know this until they meet. ~Catalina drags Parr out of the apartment for a walk and takes her to the bakery, and that’s how she meets Jane. Jane turns out to be very fond of Parr because her adopted daughter, Katherine, finds her to be a very positive influence. ~Parr will always show up once a week to the bakery to buy something. She does not care. She just wants sweets. ~When Parr came up to Jane asking for a special cookie cake for Anne, Jane was elated to be able to help. She even helped Parr give it to Anne. ~Parr was beyond grateful for Jane’s help. Jane also decided to teach Parr how to bake, just so she could surprise Anne whenever she wanted to.

Katherine Howard (Sam!Howard)

~When Kat first meets Parr after coming home for her winter break, she almost cries. She looks up to Parr and is super happy to have someone she considers a huge influence in her life before her. ~All of her books get signed by Parr. All of them. Even the Polaroid Kat takes of them both. Jane honestly loves seeing Kat happy, and this was beyond Kat’s dreams. ~She remembers hearing Parr coming in asking Jane for help with the cookie cake. Knowing she could offer some help, she’s the one who decorates it. She helps Jane around in the bakery when she’s home just because she loves her mom. ~Kat teaches Parr how to decorate cupcakes. She also gives Parr her red velvet recipe. ~When the café starts doing open mic nights, Kat is there to sing. And everyone is there to support her. EVERYONE. This includes Anne. ~Upon finding out Parr was dating Anne, Kat almost started crying. She also looks up to Anne, because Anne is super comfortable in her body and unapologetically herself. ~And Kat swears she died the day she met Anne because of Parr. It made her little heart happy. Anne ends up stealing Maggie’s camera and giving Kat a taste of her daily life. It can go without saying that Kat was super happy to have such amazing women as influences in her life.

Anne Boleyn (Millie!Boleyn)

~If the saying “looks can kill” were a human. Anne is the textbook definition of a femme fatale by looks. She’s a model, and the internet knows this. Look at her Instagram. She’s really fit. ~Secretly, though... she’s just a huge nerd. She loves curling up with a book on a rainy day, and she loves spending time alone. This time alone can go from books to cooking, or just sleeping. She actually doesn’t do too much on her free days. ~Her childhood best friend, Maggie, always visits. Maggie is also her photographer. Anne and Maggie always spend time together. ~She’s about as big of a fan of Parr’s books as Katherine Howard is. No questions asked. She will not hesitate to say Catherine Parr is her favorite author. ~The amount of brands that sponsor her is something she still struggles to grasp. Anne, although she likes the attention, has her days where she struggles to comprehend it. She’s eternally grateful for her blessings, but sometimes, she does ask herself if she deserves them. ~On her first date with Parr, she was super nervous. Before that, she had sat in her apartment with Maggie, trying to figure out what would be the right things to say. Hell, she was struggling with coming up with a look. The nerves and excitement got to her for a good while until Maggie managed to reel her back into reality. ~When her and Parr started dating, she was excited to get to know more of Parr’s personal life. This leads to her meeting Catalina, Anna, Kat, and Jane. The group of six women all get along, and they all go to open mic nights to support Kat. ~In private, Anne is very cuddly, and tends to cling on to Parr when they’re together. She loves showing affection. Anne is also not afraid to give her girlfriend all of the kisses in the world.

#Out of a Book

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funkzpiel · 4 years

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I got tagged by @karasuya and @paintingraves ~ thanks <3 You guys had different questions, but same concept, so I’m merging them together in one post.

Rules: Answer these questions & tag people you want to get to know better

1. name: Funkspiel (I generally don’t give out my real name too often unless we talk a lot separately via DM, etc.)

2. nicknames: Funkz seems to be the most common one.

3. zodiac sign: Cancer

4. height: 5’6″

5. languages spoken: English. I learned Spanish/Latin in high school and Italian in college and now as time has passed the three have merged into one language that is utterly useless to anyone haha.

6. nationality: American

7. favorite season: Fall. For just about all the reasons you might expect haha.

8. favorite flower: Cherry Blossoms

9. favorite scent: Lavender or maybe coffee

10. favorite color: honestly IDK if I have one, I’m not really attached to any specific one... black? teal? red? who can know these things...

11. favorite animal: Wolf - I’ve adored them ever since I was a kid and it’s never gone away.

12. favorite fictional characters: Goodness, fuck me... There’s so many. Steve Rogers (pre-MCU fuck up), Harry Dresden, Jacob Frye, Handsome Jack, Chris Redfield, Albert Wesker, Percival Graves, Geralt, Trevor Belmont, ~ literally the list is massive.

13. coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: coffee or tea

14. average sleep: ...highly depends... usually not a lot

15. dog or cat person: dog person, but i adore them both.

16. numbers of blankets you sleep with: as many as I can tolerate before it gets too hot, haha

17. dream trip: Venice. I’ve always wanted to go. I was actually supposed to go in May. Obviously not anymore, unfortunately.

18. blog established: This one? honestly don’t remember haha

19. followers: 1,420 as of today. ya’ll are too kind, I don’t fucking deserve you.

20. random fact: I used to many a lot of GMVs and other fan-made videos on youtube between 2007-2014. I lost track of it when I started editing as a career. I constantly have an urge to get back into it, but I just never have the energy outside of work.

21. Hogwarts House: It’s complicated. Literally every test always pegs me 50/50 in Gryffindor and Slytherin. So who knows. Slytherindor? IDK. I didn’t get a letter anyway. ;)

22. Last Thing I Googled: 3 ingredient peanut butter cookie recipe lmaoooo

23. Song Stuck in my Head: “Goodbye with Soap and Skin” by Apparat

24. How Many Blogs do you Follow: 194

25. Lucky Numbers: i have no fucking idea lmao

26. Dream Job: I really love my job, actually. But I’d love to be a full-time writer.

27. Wearing: PJs and a bathrobe lmao don’t look at me XD

28. Favorite Song(s): Oh god... fuck me, idk. If I’m writing? Instrumental for the most part (I write to the song on 23 above a lot)

29. Favorite Instruments: Violin or piano

30. Favorite Authors: Jim Butcher, Neil Gaiman, Pierce Brown

31. Favorite Animal Noises: holy shit idk... howling? whale sounds? XD I wasn’t ready for this question.

32. Aesthetic: houses heavily decorated in plants, a book and a plush armchair with coffee and a blanket, misty lake front on a crisp fall morning

Tagging: I’m always terrible at this bit... Anyone who’s interested? I tag you, interested people. <3

#tumblr tag thingy

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small-reptile-cake · 5 years

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Vigilante AU (updated/fixed)

Concept:

We live in a world of injustice, where powerful people get to overshadow and overrule others basic human rights, and those with true power conceal themselves under the shadows at the risk of being killed or outcasted from society. However, in a city where hate and panic flood the streets, a select team of special people are willing to put themselves out there and defend those who can no longer fight for themselves. Virgil Sinclaire(18)

Powers:

Telepathy

Can read and invade the minds of other people with unsettling, fear inducing thoughts.

His range of hearing is of up to three blocks.

His powers caused him to be mildly agoraphobic; he spent a great part of his life hearing the sick thoughts of strangers on the street and the thousands of times he could simply tell when he was about to get mugged, making him afraid of leaving the safety of his apartment.

Now he wears headphones most of the time to muffle the voices.

Always lived in the same tall building, the higher he is the less he has to hear.

Born and raised in New York.

Studies/Interests:

Highschool dropout. In between his phobia and the terrible influence from his peers, he decided the education system wasn't for him.

Wanted to be an english major.

Enjoys writing scary/realistic novels.

Affiliations

Lives with his aunt and cousin.

Was lured into a group of thieves disguised as anarchists/protesters who claimed to fight for “True justice”, and that they would protect him. Truly, they were just hiding their true intentions and using Virgil’s powers to cause harm out of pure self gratification.

When their motives were unveiled, he still rejected becoming a part of the Alliance

Now, he belongs to his own neutral alignment in which he will not condone giving aid to those who he feels don't deserve it and will absolutely turn to revenge if necessary, even through unconventional means.

Is still willing to help the Alliance, or the “Light Ones” as he calls them.

Patton Kane (22)

Powers:

Healing

His healing can range from treating people (whether it be physically or emotionally) to fixing broken objects (Only if they’re visibly torn, like a broken key or a broken cup).

The risk of healing people’s emotions is that it’s only temporary, and Patton will absorb both positive and negative emotions from the individual.

He can’t fix something that’s been set on fire (A book or clothes) because it’s simply beyond his reach to reconstruct something that's been turned to dust.

Studies/Interests:

A gastronomy student.

Often attends to baking courses/seminars during the week.

Teaches kids with disabilities how to bake on the weekends.

Part of his tuition was paid by working as a babysitter and a store clerk. The rest was obtained from his parents

Was an animal hoarder back in college even though he didn’t have the space or time at the moment. There were stray cats, dogs, even a rat that lived in the same building and got caught in a trap one day. He healed it and brought it home because he didn’t want the owner to find it and kill it.

His family had to talk him out of it and he even went to therapy to deal with the guilt of having to give his babies up for adoption.

Now he only adopts people as his children.

Affiliations

Virgil activates his fatherly senses the most and constantly getting invited to eat at Patton’s

He’s always encouraging the vigilante to go out, then ultimately visiting whenever Virgil just doesn’t feel safe enough to go out.

He also loves playing video games together as long as they aren’t horror themed.

Went to highschool with Logan, he was a few years older but since their parents knew each other and Logan didn’t bother socializing with people in his grade, they became close.

They would both occasionally help their peers though small gestures, such as easing someone before a test, or getting someone out of a fever. It was when they met Roman that he dragged them onto greater things and eventually led to forming the alliance.

Logan Altman (20)

Powers:

Super speed

Is ironically always worried about wasting time

The best thing about his power is having more time to appreciate each moment and scene as it happens before his eyes, analyze it, then carry on.

Will stutter whenever he tries to speak at a normal pace. Roman had to help him practice his speech so it wouldn’t give away his identity during superhero duty.

Needs extra calories, and therefore is often found snacking on protein bars, fruit (and obviously Patton’s famous oatmeal-chocolate cookies)

Can be very hot headed and impatient at times.

Studies/Interests

Majors in chemical engineering, takes up astronomy in his spare time, as well as philosophy and english.

Wants to learn german and spanish.

Uses his super speed to be able to take all of his classes during the week, complete his chores in time and always have some spare minutes.

Keeps a schedule that he’s very loyal to or else he might take up more than he can handle and stress himself out (Again).

Despite being so diligent of his work, he always falls asleep in time, makes sure to have a healthy diet and gives himself some time to relax and contemplate.

Affiliations

Has been friends with Patton since elementary, their parents know each other. Their relationship was very stiff at first as the sensitive hero used to infuriate him by taking too long to do things and getting carried away all the time. This led to some outbursts that were always forgiven as long as Logan apologized afterwards.

One day he went too far while Patton was particularly sensitive, causing him to cry. He’s learnt to control himself since then.

He and Roman were classmates in fight grade when Roman moved in, by then he wasn’t friends with anybody else from his generation.

They started to hang out after a few very intense debates regarding the historical accuracy of a few medieval TV shows, and if it was acceptable to deviate from the obscure reality of those times.

Genuinely loves watching Roman perform classics on stage. The first time he saw him was during english class when they were to bring presentations to class, he performed a paragraph from one of Chèjov's tales.

Despite often treating him like an idiot, he recognizes Roman to be brilliant in his own field. And having him in class was always an amusing experience.

Thinks of Virgil’s occasional presence as comforting, but ultimately disagrees with his views on society.

Is constantly trying to convince Virgil to retake his studies, expressing concern for his future.

Roman Garcia(20)

Powers:

Morphing objects as he touches them

He can only change the shape of an object, not the material it’s made of (if he touches a metal chair and shapes it into a sword, it’ll still be made of metal)

It used to be very difficult for him to create things as he couldn’t focus hard enough on a single shape at the time and the images in his brain would get jumbled.

Later on he was diagnosed with ADHD. His family refused to medicate him and for many years he was forced to deal with it without knowing what it was and what to do about it. That, until he met a teacher that dealt with the same thing who was willing to educate him on he matter. From then on, he’s been learning to surpass it and perfect his technique.

Studies/Interests:

Drama school, also forms part of a few independent acting groups dedicated to performing musicals in small theatres.

Writes fantasy novels, as well as scripts for both theatre and film. He loves how different both formats are and the different things he can achieve with both

Can also write and listen in spanish, but is pronunciation is still too stiff to talk back.

Affiiliations:

Went to highschool with Logan, Patton was their senior.

Moved in to New York from Albuquerque with his little brother. Their entire family is from Venezuela.

Comes from divorced parents, had an abusive father growing up.

Doesn’t necessarily hate his brother, but is extremely weary of him growing into a villain since his powers are rarely ever used for anything other than chaos.

Has a strong attachment to Patton due to the hero’s overbearing, fatherly attitude. Often rings him up at random times to just hang out and watch “Brooklyn 99″ together or learn new recipes. Whether they are in a bad mood or not, it’s always heartwarming to spend time with each other. He really hated Virgil at first for stealing Patton’s attention.

Is currently really fond of Virgil as he can understand the struggles of being forced to move apart from your family. He also really appreciates the vigilante’s willingness to listen

Devin C. Pierce (20)

Powers:

Shapeshifting

Uses his powers to his own advantage and to help those he cares about.

Doesn’t care about fighting evil or turning evil because good and bad are constructs and totally subjective.

Studies/Interests

Drama school

Takes up law as his second major, mostly influenced by watching fake trials on TV and watching legal dramas.

Totally didn’t show Remus “How to get away with murder”.

Affiliations

Met Roman on an improv night at a bar, they got a few good laughs by being absurd and original.

Roman doesnt know about his powers but they're still good friends. Is often asked to babysit Remus when Roman is out fighting crime.

Is constantly teasing Virgil because, in Devin’s words; he’s a “Hypocrite who thinks of himself morally superior to everyone”

Tells everyone the C in his name is for classy.

Remus Garcia (14)

Power:

Morphing objects as he touches them

His creations are always a lot more gruesome than Roman’s

They range from weapons, dick shaped statues, inedible food shaped objects to prank people and tiny versions of torture devices he saw in some horror game about the dark ages. They all decorate his room

Studies/Interests:

He also sculpts manually and enjoys painting. Most of his art is abstract. Only draws explicitly gorey scenes when he’s angry.

He learnt French in secret for years just to one day start pretending he didn’t know spanish anymore and piss everyone off.

Enjoys reading horror stories on the internet a lot. He even found Virgil’s blog while deep diving once, but he doesn’t know that.

Affiliations

Moved in with Roman because his parents were busy with work and couldn’t tend to his “needs” all the time

Constantly trying to get Roman to take him on his missions. Since Roman doesn't trust him not to kill anyone, it never happened.

Is old enough not to need a babysitter, is chaotic enough to need one and only Deceit can handle him.

Patton is greatly unsettled by him, but Remus loves when he comes over to cook for them. He tried to show him his sculptures once when he was younger and it didn’t go well at all.

He is constantly trolling Virgil whenever they’re around, thinking about disturbing things the moment he walks through the door.

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