#wild-berry cookie x reader

[sugarcloudsky]

Hghhh I need some pitaya dragon cookie x reader fics where it's basically beauty and the beast, I'm starving for content,,,

Prickly dragon that softens for sweet but strong reader and falls madly in love with them

「The Hunter’s Beast」

character: pitaya dragon cookie

wc: 1.2k

cws: none

im gonna sound like a broken record but so sorry for taking so long to get to this!!!! ive got a lot of requests that have been sitting in my inbox for months LOL hope u enjoy tho!!<3 just a note, reader is a hunter in this (if it wasnt obvious) and established relationship here

The summer evening was cool and quiet. The full moon was already peeking out from behind the mountains, glimmering from up above. The rustling leaves of the trees provided some cover for you and your squad of hunters as you waved for them to follow you. You all kept as quiet as you could, the only sound being the fragile leaves crunching under your worn out boots whenever you moved.

You were all on a mission, to find any kind of edible berries or meat to bring back to your camp located just on the clearing at the edge of the forest. The food supply of your squad’s base back home was running low, so you all headed into the woods to replenish and collect whatever was possible. As of now, your squad had quite the collection of edible plants to take back. The artificial pouch wrapped tightly around your waist was filled to the brim with an assortment of berries and veggies to return home later.

“This will be enough to last us for weeks,” you call to your group, turning to them as they all nod at you. You stand up, dusting your legs as you shuffle your boots in the opposite direction. “It’s getting darker. We need to head back as soon as possible before we run into a pack of cake hounds or something worse.”

“Yes, captain!” They all say in unison, making you chuckle under your breath. You don’t really like the name ‘captain’, but your crew refuses to call you anything else. You were the one who did most of the work back at camp, so what else could they call you? They looked up to you a lot! Even though you wanted to, you decided not to argue with your group about the name again, simply opting to quietly start walking back to camp with them following closely behind you.

As you all walk in silence once more, you begin to ponder about your life back at the camp. It’s been so long since you started living in a small camp by the forest, you don’t even remember ever leading a comfortable, peaceful life. All you remember is needing to run, run as far as possible, because it was no longer safe for you to stay in your hometown. Ever since then, you’ve lived in a camp far away with a number of survivors and lived off wild plants and animals to survive. It was a rough life, but you all managed, and you've all grown to see each other as more of a family than just other survivors.

Your lips subconsciously curl upwards at the thought. You’re about to turn around and say something lighthearted to your group, but something stops you. You pause for a brief moment, before sticking your arm out for the cookies behind you to stop as well. Something isn’t right. It’s quiet… too quiet. Birds and crickets were chirping peacefully just a few minutes before you began heading back, but now it was just eerily quiet.

“…We’re being stalked. We need to hurry back right now—”

A sudden loud roar and the earth rumbling below your feet cuts you off and leads you to instinctively pull your makeshift knife out from your pocket. The rest of the cookies with you pull out their own weapons as well, an uneasy tension immediately building within you all.

A roar… all too familiar. Well, to you, at least.

“We need to get out of the area, now!”

Your voice was full of urgency as you urged your squad of hunters to run away as fast as they could before danger could find you, but alas, sometimes it’s nearly impossible to avoid these confrontations.

The trees around you are suddenly ripped out of the earth one by one, its roots nearly hitting one of your group members in the face. You yell for them to get back, having a certain feeling of who was threatening you and your group.

“Foolish cookiesssss…”

And you were right.

The Legendary Red Dragon’s familiar red scales come into view, their fiery breath causing surrounding temperatures to rise suddenly. They rip out the tree providing the last of any cover you had previously, exposing you and your group to the large beast. When it spots you, it grins widely, its large and intimidating fangs peeking out.

“Foolish little cookiessss… you dare trespassss on my land…?” Their loud voice booms across the trees, your ears ringing slightly as they laugh and taunt you. “You will come to regret thissss…”

This isn’t good. You would usually be able to deal with threats like these by yourself, but now you’re more worried for the safety of the others. You don’t care about what happens to you, as long as they can get back safely then you’ll feel alright.

Gritting your teeth, you turn towards your comrades.

“GO!”

The Red Dragon’s grin widens, but you don’t notice as you’re too focused on getting your crew away. Again, you yell at them, “GO!”

They all look at you, a mix of shocked and fearful faces staring back at you. They don’t want to leave without you, they can’t! What will they do without you?!

“Just go! I’ll be okay! I promise! You don’t wanna die, right?! Then go!!”

After a few more moments of you yelling and them trying to argue, your group finally (although very hesitantly) leave you alone with the dragon.

Once they’re completely out of sight, you finally turn your attention back to the large dragon in front of you. Their head tilts as they growl lowly. Their sharp fangs make you falter slightly, but you don’t back down.

“Brave little cookie…”

“Drop the act, Lizard, they’re gone. What do you want?”

They purr, their eyes dilating, “I wanted to ssssee you.”

You huff, “So that’s why you nearly scared my group to death?” as you cross your arms across your chest. Undeterred by your annoyance, Pitaya Dragon Cookie chuckles sinisterly.

“Those cookiessss were weak anywayssss… you are much sssstronger than them…”

You sigh. “So you did all that just so you could see me again?”

“Correct.”

This dragon…

“Well, you’ve seen me now,” Normally, you wouldn’t be so annoyed with the dragon in front of you, but you weren’t happy about how they treated the other hunters. “Now isn’t the best time, Pitaya. I need to head back.”

“No.”

You were starting to get a little irritated now.

They noticed your exasperation, “Little cookie…” they drawled, head lowering to move slightly closer to you, “I haven’t sssseen you in sssso long… sssstay longer…”

You flinch instinctively as they suddenly transform into their much smaller cookie form. They flip their hair, approaching you smugly before gently taking your hand in theirs, in hopes of maybe buttering you up. Their cold armor makes you shiver when you feel it touch your warm skin.

You stare at them for a few seconds of silence, watching as they practically make puppy dog eyes at you, before you let out an exaggerated sigh of defeat.

“Alright… fine. But I've got to get back s— oh!”

Pitaya Dragon Cookie swiftly picks you up bridal style, chuckling to themself as you yelp in surprise. Their ego multiplies tenfold when they notice the undeniable blush on your face.

“Sssstay a while, my favorite little cookie…” They grin, loudly purring at the sight of you noticeably trying to hide the color painted on your face. Their grip on you tightens very slightly as their eyes practically sparkle at your beauty.

“I’ll make our time sssspent together worthwhile, my little hunter.”

#cookie run x reader #cookie run kingdom #fanfiction #crk x reader #cookie run x you #x reader #crk #crob x reader #pitaya dragon cookie #pitaya dragon cookie x reader

[jungle-angel]

Sticky Fingers (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: After you and Rhett had moved the family to Montana, one of your best memories with Amy was made

The morning sun peaked high above the Gallatin Mountains, the fresh morning air rolling across the flatness of the land that had become yours and Rhett’s. The horses had gone out to graze while the air of early summer was warmer than usual and the birds had begun to sing. A magpie flew from one tree on the property to the other while a clutch of bluebirds had gathered at the birdfeeder in your garden. 

You carried little Amy downstairs, her wild little blonde curls finally tamed just enough for her to be presentable. You had dressed her in a pale pink summer dress you had made for her and you were sure that the older ladies who sat near you and Rhett during church services would be absolutely head over heals for Amy. 

Down the stairs you went to the kitchen to find a shirtless Rhett near the stove, his body still marked with years of hard work, his muscles still well formed as ever as his black Nike basketball shorts hung low on his hips. “Are my girlies awake?” he teased as he switched on the stove and began cutting up the thick slap of heavily peppered bacon. 

“Good morning Daddy,” you chuckled as you met him with a kiss. 

Amy let out a delighted squeal as Rhett picked her up out of your arms, littering her cheeks with kissed. “Oh my princess,” he half laughed, his voice still low and deep from having just woken up. “You are getting to be too much.” 

Amy giggled again as Rhett tickled her sides and kissed her pretty little cheeks. He cracked a few eggs into the pan with one hand, carefully placing a few strips of bacon in with them, all the while keeping Amy secure in the crook of his elbow. 

You checked the pantry to see what else you had, hoping you had enough to  bake your seven layer Reese’s cookies for Rose Black Moon and her husband after they had helped Rhett fix the fence. You checked that off the list taped to the wall along with the vegetables you had promised to give to Rip and Beth later in the week. Yet one look at the mason jars and you noticed that the preserves were getting low, the jars scraped so thin that there was hardly anything left to them. 

“You good darlin?” Rhett asked when he saw the puzzled expression on your face. 

“I think I need to go and pick the excess berries off the bushes in the garden,” you told him. “Looks like the preserves are getting low.” 

Rhett made a face that you knew a little too well at this point, the I may or may not have eaten it all on my toast look. 

You smiled a little but didn’t say a word, taking Amy from him so he could finish cooking. You gathered up a little wicker basket and brought Amy out into the garden where she could run barefoot until you had what you needed. 

You went about picking off the excess of blackberries, raspberries and blueberries in the early morning sunshine, the encroaching heat of summer evident in the air. Carefully, you twisted and picked the berries off the branches, listening to Amy’s little giggles as she chased a butterfly or a bumblebee that happened to be perched on the flowers in the beds or the lilac bush near the porch. 

It wasn’t long before you had filled at least three baskets full of the perfectly ripe berries. You began to pick off the fat, purple huckleberries on a bush that Royal had given you, their sweet scent filling your nostrils as you had begun to imagine what you could make with them, preserves, jam, muffins, scones, pies, something to mix into a drink......yet the quiet calm of your imaginings was abruptly broken when you heard those familiar little giggles again. When you turned and saw Amy running up to you, her face, mouth and fingers all stained with deep purple. 

“My little sweet pea!” you exclaimed, pretending to be stern. “Did you get into the huckleberries again??” 

Amy’s little grin grew wider and her giggles louder as you picked her up and brought her right into the house. Rhett was still in the kitchen, just having finished plating the eggs, bacon and lightly toasted barley bread. A laugh escaped his throat when he saw Amy all covered in those purple stains. 

“Yikes princess!” he laughed. “Looks like ya’ll ran right through Momma’s berry bush.” 

“She must’ve ate her weight in them Rhett,” you said, unable to control the broad smile on your face. 

Rhett laughed again as he ran a washcloth under the warm water in the sink, taking Amy into his arms. He would’ve had her face cleaned sooner, but the two year old was far too quick, her purple stained mouth placing sloppy, sticky kisses all over his cheeks.

“Alright princess,” Rhett told her. “Time to get your face clean.” 

The two of you had one of the best laughs you’d had in a long time. Rhett ran the washcloth over every last inch of Amy’s face and fingers, happy and grateful that one of your first memories had been built in your new home. 

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #amy abbott #outer range

[dreamingcloudie]

❛❛ 15 Years of Un-Convayed Words ❜❜

✎ ❛❛ I wonder when will I finally receive a reply from you... ❜❜

Pairing(s): Dottore x GN!reader

Genre/Format: Angst (Letters)

Warning(s): 3.2 archon quest SPOLIERS, mention of death, use of Dottore's (speculated) real name and lore, may not be lore accurate so don't come at me, poorly written poems (my excuse here is I'm writing as Dottore)

wc: ~1.8k

Notes: I got the idea from this song. I was contemplating if I should write angst with no comfort and I said eff it. Well, please enjoy this one! Any feedback is greatly appreciated ♡

1st year

Dear (Y/n),

Hello, Love. How are you doing? I’ve missed you so much so I decided to start writing you letters everyday. You’re the person of literature here, not me. So don’t laugh at my letters, okay? For my first letter to you. I’ve made up a poem.

Like a moon to its star,

I revolve only around you.

Though you may be far,

My love for you only grew.

Ha, not too bad for my first poem, right? Alright, maybe it is… But hey, at least I tried. You gotta give me at least some credits there. I know it’s short but I have to go back to studying now. I’ll write you another one later. I love you.

Your one and only,

Zandik ♡

2nd year

Dear (Y/n),

Greetings, Love. I wonder what’s on your mind right now? For me, it’s you. I always get distracted whenever you’re on my mind. Just today, I got so distracted I didn’t even notice my experiment was overflowing with explosive liquids. It wasn’t until I heard an explosion that I noticed the place had become a mess. Heh, you’d laugh if you saw this. Since I'm always thinking of you, here's another poem I wrote for you.

Are you a type of alcohol?

Addicted to you,

I began to fall.

Or are you perhaps a glue?

So drawn to you,

I haven't gotten a clue.

Or are you a cloud of mist?

Trapped in your fog of love,

I am abliss.

What do you think? Better than the last one maybe? Anyways, how are you fairing, my dear? I hope you’re doing well.

Your one and only,

Zandik ♡

3rd year

Dear (Y/n),

You’d be proud if you saw me now. As I grew older, I’ve also gotten more mature. I started to balance my work and rest like you always wanted me to. And you’re right, it does make things easier for me. I'm sorry for not listening to you earlier. That reminds me, I miss eating your cookies. Hopefully I’ll get to have them again one day. Has anything new happened to you, recently?

Your only love,

Zandik ♡

4th year

Dear (Y/n),

Got something exciting to share with you, my love. I went on an expedition with some other researchers today. It was a pretty nice trip, I’d say. There were a lot of things for me to tinker with. Especially some abandoned automatons. I wanted to bring some with me back to the academia but they banned it because of some fool. Pretty idiotic, right? These mechanical parts are too good to be left there. And no one even uses them anymore. Maybe if I sneaked only a small portion of them to The Academia, no one would notice… What do you think, (Y/n)?

Your only love,

Zandik ♡

5th year

Dear (Y/n),

Bad news, I got kicked out of The Academia today. I got careless and accidentally left a mechanical part at the lab. Someone also discovered that I did some… not so pleasant things. Such foolish sages. I was making some groundbreaking discoveries, and in return I got expelled? I have nowhere to go now. If only you were here to guide me… What do I do now?

Your favourite,

Zandik ♡

6th year

Dear (Y/n),

Don’t worry, my dear. I managed to find shelter in a cave. I finally got some time to sit and write a letter to you. I’m sorry I haven’t written to you in weeks. I was busy setting things up in the cave. Although, still not quite a home, it looks a lot cozier now. Trying to survive out here in the wild is hard. I only managed to find some berries and caught a fish or two to sustain myself.

Anyways, I was conducting some more experiments with the equipment that I could salvage when all of the sudden a guy with a strange mask somehow found me. He said he was a diplomat from Snezhnaya. Apparently, they have an organization called the “Fatui” and asked me to join them. I was skeptical at first but then he said there was a research facility full of experimenting supplies. Now, that got me perked up. I’ve got nothing to lose. So might as well, right?

Your favourite,

Zandik ♡

7th year

Dear (Y/n),

This place is massive. You’ve got to see what they have here, Love. So many things to work with. And to think I got this place all to myself? And I get to create anything with no restrictions? Hah! The possibilities are endless! And by joining them I got myself the title – Dottore, The Doctor. You’ve always said I have what it takes to become a doctor. Even if I’m not a licensed one. I suppose this counts too?

Anyways, I made a tiny model of you out of the remains of a ruin guard to remind myself of you. How I missed seeing you. No matter how many models I make, they’ll never be worthy enough to match your beauty. Tell me, Love. Got anything new to share? I’d love to hear from you.

Your favourite,

Zandik ♡

8th year

Dear (Y/n),

It’s been a while since I’ve stayed here. Things have been going pretty well. Ah, and with how many letters I’ve written to you. I found myself to have improved a bit. Here’s a little poem I thought of while doing some research on a flower. It reminded me of you.

Like a white lily,

You have the purest of heart.

Like a white lily,

You are a work of art.

Like a white lily,

Your beauty is true.

Like a white lily,

You have captured my CO2 .

(Get it, Dear? It’s like you took my breath away, and plants absorb carbon dioxide to carry out photosynthesis.)

I could hear you laughing all the way over here, you know? Not the best, I know. But I tried. Writing poems is never my forte. I’ll never know how you could write them ever so flawlessly.

Your one and only,

Zandik ♡

9th year

Dear My Love,

Hello, Love. My apologies for not having written anything to you for a while. I was conducting my experiments as usual but an accident happened. Do not worry, Love. I’m perfectly fine. Though, it might have affected my memories as they have gotten a bit blurry… Unfortunately, I seemed to have forgotten your name, as well. But do not fret, my love for you is still the same. I’ll remember your name, eventually.

Your one and only,

Zandik ♡

10th year

Dear Dove,

Dove… is a pretty suiting name to call you. Do you like it? My memories still haven’t come back yet… It’s been a year. I did not expect it to last this long. Still, what’s important is that I know my heart belongs to you. Whenever I think of writing letters to you, my heart starts to beat so loudly. It is a nice feeling. Have you been eating well? Got enough rest? I wouldn’t want you to be sick now.

Yours forever,

Zandik ♡

11th year

Dear Dove,

Time flies and another year has passed. Still no progress on recalling your name yet. I’m starting to worry. What if I never remember who you are? I can’t let that happen… Well, there’s no use in worrying. How about I tell you what happened today, instead? I created a machine, in which I could clone myself with. It’s a project I’ve been working on for a long time now. And it was a success. I think you’d find it amusing that there are two of me. Would it be a blessing, or a curse for you?

Yours forever,

Zandik ♡

12th year

Dear (Y/n),

Finally, I remembered your name! I was working when I heard one of my clones (the me from the academia days) muttered something about “(Y/n) bakes the best cookies.” And that hit me, your name is (Y/n). What a beautiful name it is. It rolled off of my tongue just as smooth as Teyvat’s finest silk. I still haven’t remembered everything yet. But that’s alright. They’ll come back to me in no time.

Yours forever,

Zandik ♡

13th year

Dear (Y/n),

I recalled something today. Remember the time when we first met? Haha, the first time I’ve ever laid my eyes on you. I was convinced that I saw an angel. And when you turned to look at me. I could feel something happening to my stomach. I thought you’ve put some kind of spell on me. But that’s just me falling for you without me knowing for the first time. Winter is right around the corner. Remember to wear enough clothes, alright?

Yours forever,

Zandik ♡

14th year

Dear (Y/n),

Today was not a great day. I’ve put in countless amounts of time and plenty of blood and sweat into building a new god for Sumeru. Only for it to get destroyed in just one day. How absurd… But nevermind that. I took joy in building it and I got what I came here for. If only you were here, Dear. I know you’d work your magic on me to make me feel better.

Yours forever,

Zandik ♡

15th year

Dear (Y/n),

I remember everything now… The illness… And how it took you away from me… The moment I remembered it, I felt light-headed. I felt as if a part of me was ripped out. So that’s why I never received any reply from you. Was all these years of writing wasted? No… No… You’ll still get to read them. If I have the power to create a god, then certainly, I also have the power to find a way for you to see these letters? Or maybe you’ve been watching me write these for you? Perhaps one day, I’ll find a way for these words to reach you, eventually. Until then, prepare yourself, Love. You’re going to need fifteen years to read them all. Well, maybe even more because I’m not going to stop writing to you.

Say, it's been a while since I've last written a poem to you. How about I write another one for you?

Lost in a raging storm,

I longed to feel something warm.

Lost in the heavy rain,

I longed to hear you again.

Lost in an ocean of coldness,

I longed to see a glimpse of us.

Sent from the sky above,

There you stood so full of love.

With you here around,

At last, I am found.

I love you (Y/n), no matter where you are. I love you. I always have.

Your forever love,

Zandik ♡

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Dottore kissed the envelope as he muttered the words "I missed you so, so much, (Y/n)." Before he put it into a bin filled with piles of letters.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x yn #genshin x you #genshin impact #genshin impact x y/n #genshin impact x reader #genshin #dottore #dottore x y/n #dottore x you #dottore x reader #genshin dottore #dottore angst #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui harbingers #fatui x you #fatui x reader #fatui

[brittle-doughie]

Okay these are cookies from inter dimensional mayhem event, so twizzly gummy, wild berry (strawberry’s skin, not to mistake it for hollyberian’s wild berry), toothpaste cookie, half-avocado cookie, and peeled carrot cookies x reader?

Chaos and Control (Twizzly Gang)

Insert time pun here

You quickly became Twizzly’s favorite as you worked under her, ready to take a blow for her if the fight came to it. If she wanted a fight to get interesting, she would have you go willy-nilly with that weapon of yours! Her favoritism would show in how much of the cut for robberies and heists she gave you in comparison to the others. Of course, she lied that she gave everyone a fair share. Nope, you got a bigger share…because she was the pinnacle of madness like that.

Peeled Carrot Cookie was the most laidback cookie you’ve ever seen during break times. When it wasn’t a robbery, she was just chilling around while eating a jelly. She’d refuse to do any kind of work, saying that the others can do it for her. You however…ugh, fine. She guessed she can do this one thing for you. Overtime, the genuine reluctance in her voice went away with weak attempts at refusing to help you out before going along with you anyway. You saved her dough earlier, so she owes you one. Yup, that’s all there was. Totally not because she’s gone soft for you.

Wildberry Strawberry Cookie made herself out to be a tough cookie, but you knew exactly what to do to break through that front of hers. You kept waving new types of games in front of her if she wanted to try them out, she’d blatantly refuse the offer…until no one is looking and she yoinks it from you. But you have to play it with her! So it’s not just her that’s made fun of if she’s caught, that’s what she’d always say. She’s quick to protect you from an attack with that large lollipop of hers, but of course, she brushed it off as just an opportunity for you to do something for her later on. So…want to play video games when everyone else is asleep?

If you ever needed a break from the others, then Toothpaste Cookie was your guy. Not that you didn’t like the other members of your gang, just that things get hectic and you want some time away from that. He’ll play his violin to get the vibe in as you both chatted, usually him complaining about the many inconveniences that happened today. Agreeing with him will definitely score you high with Toothpaste as he believes himself to be the only sane guy around, so it’s good that you also have a head on your shoulders when it comes to wrangling Twizzly in. He’ll play a tune for you anytime!

Actions speak louder then words, that was the deal with Half-Avacado Cookie. You tried on more then one occasion to have a conversation with her, but it looked like she was just shrugging you off every time, so you kinda stopped trying to. You didn’t think her suddenly following you around would be her response. Toothpaste would have to clear the air that Half-Avacado does like you, she just isn’t the conversation type, she would rather let her actions do the talking. Which involved shielding you from harm and holding you close if you did get hurt. Perhaps the two of you were okay after all.

#brittle answers #cookie run x reader #cookie run x you #cr x reader #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie npc x reader #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #fanfic #twizzly gummy cookie #Twizzly gummy cookie x reader

[captaincryolicious]

✧ two make a team

01. you ruin my peaceful evening

✧ scaramouche x gn!reader pokémon au series

✧ summary: you've hated each other for as long as you can remember, and you want nothing to do with the male you despise so much. but then you suddenly have to work together to achieve the goal you both chase. can you put the rivalry aside and make it happen? or will the hatred you share get the best of you?

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The sun slowly made its way lower and lower down the darkening sky, about to descend beyond the horizon. Tall grass swayed back and forth, rustled gently by the soft breeze that blew over the lush greenfields kissed by the setting sun. Blue hour made its approach, the sky painted in various shades of the prettiest blues and the loveliest purples. A flock of Starly darted around happily, performing their last round through the twilight sky before they would go to sleep on the branches of nearby trees. 

A quick glance at your watch informed you that it was around nine pm, and you knew it would turn completely dark soon. But you weren’t planning to go back already; summer nights were your favorite moments to spend outside, with the sultry breeze and the soft warmth that cascaded around you ever so gently, and the pokémon that were still so lively even at this hour. You were often found in the wildlands that surrounded Hearthome City, simply to have some time alone and wind down after a day accompanied by your pokémon. 

With your back resting against the bark of a sturdy honey tree, you released a deep sigh. Your pokémon were still energized as if it wasn’t far into the evening, frisky as ever as they darted through the tall grass around you. Sylveon, Plusle and Lycanroc were playing a game that looked a lot like tag, while Rowlet and Pachirisu seemed to be looking for something as they scurried through the strands of lush green. Only Lucario was next to you, observing the rest of your team as they were frolicking around. Everything was so peaceful, the happy sounds of your pokémon, the soft breeze that pulled through the greenfields, and the last rays of sunshine kissing the Earth ever so gently. 

Everything was peaceful, except for the guy shouting in the distance.

That guy was Kunikuzushi. 

If it would’ve been just a random person training their pokémon, it wouldn’t have bothered you. A lot of people shared the same passion, that of becoming a pokémon master, so there was no reason to get annoyed by others doing the same thing as you loved. But Kunikuzushi wasn’t just someone. 

He had the honor of being the only person you really couldn’t stand. Just having him near you was enough to put you off, and it had been like that for as long as you could remember. Your mothers had been friends since forever, and of course they hoped for their children to get along just as well. It was the opposite that happened, though; as soon as the two of you had been old enough to engage in proper interactions, a rivalry had settled between you. 

It was a hate-at-first-sight thing that started off small and grew as you got older. In the beginning it was petty; he would steal your cookie and you’d trip him, you’d chase away the wild pokémon the other was trying to catch, he’d stick out his tongue at you and you would throw pecha berries at him as he ran away. Childish but fairly innocent and insignificant. Maybe people hoped that it would go away with the years, but it only became worse. You hated each other still, throwing resentful glares in each other’s direction and shots were fired whenever you two interacted. Sparks flew in all the wrong directions, you were fire and ice and once it settled it never changed. You hated Kunikuzushi, you couldn’t stand him, you wanted him as far away as possible. He was cold and harsh, hostile even in your eyes. His entire attitude set you off. 

There had been many attempts to fix things between you, mainly your parents meddling with your rivalry in hopes to dissolve it. They even went as far as giving you a Plusle and a Minun from the same duo, and while the two little pokémon were the best of friends, it didn’t do any good to you and Kunikuzushi. If anything, it only sparked the irritations that lingered between you two, and that feeling lasted until this very day and counting. Now, with those pokémon on your team, you had something that connected you and oh, you both hated it. 

After that, your parents basically gave up trying. It was pointless, and they finally seemed to realize so as well. Their children were still fire and ice, and it would remain like that forever. You wanted nothing but to avoid him at all costs, but of course he wouldn’t let you off so easily. No, his goal in life seemed to be to piss you off as much as he could.

So it wasn’t much of a surprise when you found him standing in front of you, looking down upon you with a frown – as if you had done something to offend him, while all you did was try to enjoy an evening of peace with your pokémon. 

     “What are you doing here?” he asked icily. “Enjoyed the show?” 

Another reason why you couldn’t stand him; he could be surprisingly cocky. He had been like that back in the days, but instead of said cockiness disappearing over time it only got worse.

Suppressing the urge to visibly roll your eyes, you slowly pushed yourself off the ground to properly face him. With your height being exactly the same, you knew you wouldn’t tower over him, but everything was better than having him look down on you like that. 

     “Yeah, it was definitely fun to see how much your pokémon still have to teach you,” you replied, narrowing your eyes at him – okay, you didn’t see anything of his training session but that didn’t matter, you only wanted to taunt him. You added, “very entertaining, to say the least. Would totally watch again.” 

     “What did you say?” Kunikuzushi hissed, taking a step forward.

     “You heard me,” you said, unfazed by his threatening gesture. You didn’t even bother to hide the annoyance in your voice. “I don’t know what on Earth you are doing, but it’s a mess. Seeing you struggle is fun, though. Keep going.” 

Before you knew it, his hands held a tight grip on your collar and he pulled you dangerously close to him. 

     “You wanna go, huh?” he snapped, his violet eyes boring into yours. 

You struggled to maintain your balance, and you absolutely hated how your hands landed onto his chest in order to do so. You instantly pushed him away as far as his grip allowed you, only to glare at him viciously. Your poor heart was surging with anger, hammering in your ribcage agitatedly.

But then he suddenly let go of you with a small groan. Still glaring at you, he took a few steps away and you saw Lucario standing there, holding his bone in his paw and a bored expression plastered onto his features. It was clear that he was not amused after witnessing yet another fight between you and Kunikuzushi, but it wasn’t as if you could help it. 

     “Couldn’t you have hit him a little harder?” you mumbled, straightening your jacket while sending the guy opposite of you another glare. The male merely snorted, but you wasted no time to get back at him. If he thought he could get away with that, he was utterly wrong. At this point, you were too pissed-off to let it slide. 

     “Pachirisu!” you called out, and the white squirrel instantly abandoned her chase to hop over to you, eyeing Kunikuzushi curiously. Your eyes, too, wandered to the male opposite of you again. “Let’s settle this.” 

     “You always fall for it, don’t you?” the violet-haired male sneered, his hand reaching to his belt to grab a pokéball. 

     “I’m just patiently waiting for the day you actually manage to beat me,” you countered, watching how Kunikuzushi walked off, throwing and catching his pokéball in his hand in a manner that made it look like he gave zero fucks about the upcoming battle. 

You wondered why he still was so confident, seeing how he never won a battle against you so far. Or was it only a cold indifference that he carried with him? Did he really not care about your battles? Were you the only one who got so worked-up by them? Oh, you truly hated him. You balled your hands into tight fists in determination. Never before have you lost to Kunikuzushi, and tonight wouldn’t be the first time. 

In a flash of red light, he released Haunter from his pokéball, and the pokémon showed you a menacing grin. But Pachirisu wasn’t fazed by it in the slightest, clapping her paws against her cheeks to set sparks of lightning flying as she took a battle stance. Unlike your Lucario – who refused to fight Kunikuzushi at this point – your other pokémon weren’t tired of your endless battles yet and took every fight seriously. Pachirisu looked determined, and so were you. 

     “Pachirisu, use hyper fang!” you shouted, not really caring whether or not your opponent was ready to battle. 

The white-and-blue squirrel dashed forward, gaining speed rapidly. Clouds of dust flew up as she went, hiding the pokémon from view for the majority of time. Kunikuzushi’s voice carried over the battlefield and you knew his Haunter dodged the attack. 

     “Haunter, double team!” he commanded. 

As the dust cleared up, you found Pachirisu surrounded by multiple copies of Haunter, all spinning around the tiny squirrel and performing little jabs here and there. You could see your pokémon faltering in sheer confusion, looking around panic-stricken with hazy eyes as she tried to focus. It was to no avail; Kunikuzushi knew this move always got to your squirrel pokémon. 

But you practiced a thing. 

     “Pachirisu, iron tail, now!” you called. 

The tiny pokémon blinked a few times upon hearing your voice, but then she narrowed her eyes as she tried to focus again. Her spiked tail lit up, emitting a pale bluish light before the squirrel spun around rapidly in a dash of blue, successfully getting rid of all the Haunter copies at once. Only one remained, but the real Haunter was ready to strike. 

     “Use lick!” Kunikuzushi ordered. 

A laugh bubbled up your throat, entertained by his choice of attack. Pachirisu flinched as the purple pokémon’s tongue swiped across her charged-up cheeks, and you felt bad for the little squirrel because God, that had to be so gross, but she used her tiny paw to wipe her cheeks and glowered at the ghost pokémon. 

     “Lick can’t paralyze electric pokémon, you should know that by now,” you pointed out, but you only cared little for your opponent’s mistake and prepared your next move. You were done with him, done with your night of peace being interrupted like that. It was time for the final blow. “Pachirisu, quick attack!” 

You pointed at Haunter, and Pachirisu quickly gained speed as she darted towards her opponent. Particles of dust rose again, obscuring the fight from your view, but you heard a pained groan and you knew the attack hit its target. Haunter was probably down, vulnerable for your final move. 

     “Finish it off with thunderbolt!” you shouted.

Pachirisu chimed softly, and shortly after bolts of thunder surged through the sandy dust as the pokémon charged up before ultimately releasing the electricity with her tiny roar. Thunder crashed all around the battlefield, zapping through the air and filling it with tension before the bolts plummeted down on what you presumed was Haunter. Silence followed, and you held your breath as the dust slowly cleared. Pachirisu was revealed, panting heavily and her cheeks sprouting lightning subconsciously. Afore her laid Haunter, motionless on the ground. The ghost pokémon had his eyes closed, and for a few seconds both you and Kunikuzushi stared at the two pokémon in the center of the meadow. 

     “Fuck,” the violet-haired male cursed. 

     “How do you still sound so surprised?” you asked. “You never win against me.” 

Haunter disappeared in a flash of red light, transferred back into his pokéball. Pachirisu ran towards you excitedly, happy to have won another match for you. You picked her up in your arms, cuddling her against your chest and murmuring to her how well she battled. The tiny squirrel had a few scratches and she was obviously tired, but that seemed to be about it. You pondered, maybe a visit to the local pokémon center would be a good idea, just in case. It would make a good excuse to walk away from the male who stood there scowling at you. Maybe you’d find back a little of the peace he had so rudely interrupted. 

     “You’re the loser here, Kunikuzushi,” you taunted. “As you always are.” 

Maybe it was a little unfair. It wasn’t as if he lost by a long shot; usually your matches were a close call, and there had been many times where he did have the upper hand for the majority of the match. He was a worthy opponent, and you were well aware that you mostly won by sheer luck and the fact that Kunikuzushi chose force over tactic. The only reason you managed to beat him every time was because you always outsmarted him. Were he ever to use tactic over force, he’d probably beat you with ease, you knew that all too well. He just had to play his cards a little smarter, but of course you wouldn’t tell him that. You gladly took this opportunity to downtalk him a little. After all, he’d do the same. 

     “I lost to a fucking Pachirisu,” the male growled. “I can’t believe it.” 

You snickered, rubbing the head of the tiny pokémon in your arms as you were very proud of her. 

     “Underestimate her all you want,” you simply said. “You should know by now that she’s pretty strong.” 

     “Whatever,” Kunikuzushi mumbled, looking away with a frown. “I’ll get her down some day. I’ll get you down some day.” 

     “Yeah, yeah, you’ve been saying that for a while now,” you signed, not believing a word of what he just said. “Anyway, I don’t plan on letting you ruin my night any longer, so I’m heading off. Bye, loser.” 

Without looking back at him even once, you walked away from the field. Your pokémon all scurried after you one by one, and each of them betrayed you as they all gave Kunikuzushi a curious look as he stood there, his pokéball still in his hand. Okay, maybe you looked back once, just once, to see how he was doing. It was nearly completely dark now, and only the last auburn streaks in the sky revealed him standing there, barely anything more than a silhouette. But you quickly turned away from him; you didn’t care and you’ve had enough.

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[honeybeewhereartthee]

SHIINA NIKI X baker! READER: Hyper realistic sweets/desert

context: Reader is known as MC. Instead of producer, you work as a baker in the ES hired by stuff. And you blog about it

You have no interest much on the idol entertainment industry and think they are different breed of people. Even so you work in the paradise of idols. Your too busy baking some hyper realistic cakes aside from work. They give you permission to use some scrap to do your hobby.

Today, it's under stuff so they ask some help from kind idols that are willing to help out exchange for food and such. The idol that come to your rescue is from the infamous idol group: crazy b--shiina Niki.

"hello!" "Greetings."

Thats how you and him meet. You and him went to work mode and no time to idle chat on work time. You sometimes heard about how crazy that unit and how those idol in the said unit... Is but a troublemakers.

"would you like some coffee?" You heard your coworker for the day says, you stared at him away from your the dough your working on and saw him smiling and chatting with customers that don't show much hate or bother to folks with bad rep like him.

'baseless rumors.' you thought as you move on to your work. Through you did make some cookies with chibi Design of the so called Crazy B to give to him later as an award.

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The day ended with a success. And it's time to pay the temporary worker.

You went to get some cookies you made earlier.

"thank you for the hard work." You said as you give the payment and the cookie. " Ehh it's fine! But why the cookies? It's not that I mind, I appreciate it!" He happily says as he look at the cute packaging you made for the cookies.

"you did a good job today. So it's a simple award and it's from scraps..." You whisper the last part but he don't seems bother by it as he open the paper bag with cookies inside." Woahhh..." He take out each one of the design and realize it look like his friends and him. " Custom cookies!" He then take the Rinne Amagi cookies and innocently (ruthlessly) bite the cookie head off. And he grin as he eat the cookie. "Thank youuuu~~ it's so goooodd~~<3" he smiled happily. He seems very happy.

You did take note how he only did the bite the head off first for rinne Amagi cookies. You guess he probably like the red wild berry flavor cookies on the red icing.

You excuse yourself as you have stuff to do, like uploading the video of you making the cookies of crazy:b to your small vlog. He wave you goodbye as he left with his cookies almost haft eaten.

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SHIINA NIKI

"Niki what's that your eating?" Certain chief heard his pest of a friend called out to him. "GAHH! RINNE!!" he almost drop the cookies that his trying to hide and eat for himself, when he is spotted by his friends who arrive at his part time job place. As always those three made his work place a hangout even through he says to go away from his work place if they aren't buying anything and just playing games in it.

"what's this? Huuuuhhh, so your eating all alone and won't share...huh?" Seeing that Niki is distracted from being taken off guard by him earlier. He takes the package from the hands of Niki.

Rinne open the pack and soon saw a headless custom cookie that somehow remind him of something. It made him piss for some reason.

"HEY, THOSE ARE MINE." Niki yelled out as he try to reach out for the cookies but rinne run away from him. HiMERU and kohaku saw the scene and quite interested but don't approach that quick till HiMERU saw the headless cookie.

"HiMERU think that's cookie have the same outfit as you in crazy roulette live." He smiled at Niki who now praying heaven that he won't be killed when rinne realize what he did. HiMERU watch the entertainment in a silent glee, how fun to watch some nutcase become a clown for a free time.

'OH WAIT HIS JUST EATING COOKIES. ITS NOT SOMETHING BAD!' He thought as he saw rinne slowly turn to look at him with a smile thay says it's his death day when he realize that Niki eat the cookie in that way to imply his sort of wanting to get revenge on Rinne in most simple way.

"Niki." Rinne says as he slowly approach Niki smiling so widely and innocently. "GAHHHH HELLLLPPP!" Niki screams as he enter a head lock by the monarch of bees. "GWAHAHAHA, IF YA WANT TO EAT ME YA COULD HAVE SAID SO." rinne chuckle while still locking the chief in a head lock.

The two have their fun time in the sideline but Kohaku who just saw a link shared by aira realize who made those as his haze landed on the cookies upcost.

"wow. It's da same cookie from rovey-han(aira)." Kohaku pickup a cookie with his chibi face on it. He take a picture of it and share it to Aira.

Kohaku: rovey-han. Look cookies.

aria: GASP. YOU KNOW THE BAKER!!?

After some loving friends hug of Rinne to Niki, which made him almost meet the creator. He was ordered to get some refreshments to pair with the cookies, those isn't his cookies anymore. They are crazy:b property now! With despair and reluctant Niki went to get the orders of his so called customers. He return to see his unit breaking the cookie base on himself in pieces, such sight made him felt chill hit realize it's just food. He knows it could been worse if it's really NIKI.

Everyone did enjoy the taste of the cookies, forward a thanks for the baker who made the cookies as Niki says it was a gift from someone. (It end up being tease being a cheater by Rinne because it was a gift by someone special he quoted) so the next time Niki went to work on the ES canteen and saw you. He is all smile and thanks you for the cookies and saying the compliment of his team mate about it too.

you enjoyed being complimented and people enjoying your baking, so you happily made a cake for him, he wanted to reject it But then he saw a hyper realistic cake of Rinne Amagi. He can't help but cry deep inside but says he would eat the cake on the canteen before he get spotted by rinne. The cake is so delicious he can't help but take bite after bite.

He don't realize him eating the cake from behind is recorded in a picture and posted on your vlog. The picture was seen by aira who later shared to hiiro who laugh how someone assassinate his older brother jokingly. Hiiro Who don't take the joke as a joke, then run to look for his older brother while almost making a scene along the way (aira regret his life choices at that moment)

Let's just say rinne saw the back view and realize quickly it's Niki. Niki went for another season of headlock that very same day but it's fine. The cake is worth it

#shiina niki #ensemble stars x reader #crazy b #hiiro amagi #aira #HiMERU #kohaku Oukawa #shiina niki x reader #ensemble stars niki shiina #ensemble stars Shiina Niki #ensemble stars niki x reader #niki Shiina x reader

[luciddreamingcrow]

𓄿✧⊰Introduction & Masterlist⊱✦𓄿

•°≂Requests: Open≂°•

✧°Welcome to the abandoned ruins traveler, I hope you'll enjoy your stay here. My name is Lucid, I run this abandoned library along side my dear companions, if theres any book you'd like to read just go to front desk near the entrance and there should be a box, a couple papers alongside some ink and a feather you can write with, after writing the book that you are looking for, fold the paper in half and slip it in the box, the crows will come later to pick the box and find the book for you^^ Remember they will favor you if you bring them some snacks, preferably wild berries, starberries or bioluminescent filled acorns(likes, reposts, shares, etc. )°✦

✧≕Requesting and boundaries≔✦

✧⋖If you are a recurring visitor/requester you can be writen in the catalog and each time the crows find a new book you'll be one of the first people to hear about it (also known as tag list/ anon list^^)⋗✦

✧The request that have the following themes will be sent to the crows to look for them as fast as possible (things/ tropes Im comfortable with writing): character x reader, Fluff, hurt/comfort, soulmate au, self-aware au, playeble char. au, team hc, etc. ✦

✧The request that have the following themes will be automatically sent the the fire room to be burned (Things/tropes Im not comfortable with writing): Character x character, character x oc, NSFW, yandere, any kind of proshipping, heavy gore, ✦

✧°Master list°✧

These are the fandoms that you may request for darling^^:

✦⋖Genshin impact⋗✦

Playable character au pI

Playable character au pII

The Tsaritsas painter

Al haitham, Scara and Albedo x reader {hurt/comfort}

Winged Xiao hc's

⋆⊰Cookie run kingdom⊱⋆

White lily and Sea fairy x reader

PureVanilla and ClottedCream x reader

Sagau but make it cookie run

The gem mermaids x maid/butler! reader + ART!

⊚◎Cookie run ovenbreack◎⊚

Crowberry x reader

Almond x reader

Scorpion x reader

Birthdaycake x reader

›°The arcana°‹

✧While at your stay in the library you will eventually see a couple paintings here or there if theres a painting youd like to see on display just send in a request and we'll consider it^^✦

Nothing yet :/

⋆☾Reverse 1999☽⋆

Nothing yet, sorry

˗ˏˋ.𖥔 ݁ Honkai star rail.𖥔 ݁ ˎˊ˗

Nothing just dust...

✧⁕❃The gallery❃⁕✦

Cookie run x y/n 😳

Ningguang

Raspberry cookie

White lily cookie

And if you want to add me as a friend or play together, these are my acc!

Cookie run ovenbreak: LucidCrow ID:WSPFL6049

Cookie run kingdom: LucidCrow (pure vanilla server)

Genshin impact: 649972260(American server)

731302065( European server)

#crk x reader #cookie run x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run kingdom x you #crk #cookie run #cookie run kingdom

[mrs-immortal]

💌 Loading . . . cutscene [Self-aware CRK : SFW]

💌 You have Unlocked a cutscene! *When the cookie of another event/banner shows up where they're less likely to it's because they were either jealous or trying to simply out-do the competition so that you only get them from the banners, they all want to be your favorites after all! . . . [ Cutscene Loading : Complete ] "Baker has enough room in the kingdom for the both of us" Wild-berry argued; and of course, since he was correct, Clotted Cream had to accept defeat, yet that was not the reason he had actually agreed. it was the concern on your face when you had realized you were running out of gems and hadn't even gotten Wild-berry yet. Clotted Cream refused to be the reason for your gloominess, so he simply backed off: For now. [Cutscene over] 💌 You have Unlocked a cutscene! *Whenever you sigh, wondering whether or not you should get their decor: they tend to feel guilty, they wish it did not make it harder for you. Some of them envy Clover, if only they were not so expensive... . . . [ Cutscene Loading : Complete ] "i wonder when they will get to me" Affogato sighed. The non-stop events made it very hard for you to have the time to breath and use your resources to decor, keeping up with the updates was new for the cacao kingdom cookies: Licorice pat Affogato's back "it takes time, some of us had to wait for a few updates before even getting a change", Normally Affogato would've swatted the hand but he only shrugged. "As long as baker is here, i suppose all is well." [Cutscene over] 💌 You have Unlocked a cutscene! *Event cookies who have check-list style point systems share their annoyances with baker: it is frustrating to watch them be so tired or done with the tasks, they wish they had normal banners. And let me tell you... Frost Queen, Cherry Blossom and Dark Cacao let Clotted Cream know that he was very lucky to have a decently easy event.

. . . [ Cutscene Loading : Complete ] " Why was it 'open 50 chests from the wishing tree' ? That.. was absurd. " Dark Cacao sighed "The point is, you should be grateful for what you got, as Baker already is." He scolded, to which Clotted Cream nodded, shocked at how high the stakes were just two updates ago. [Cutscene over]

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run x reader #crk x reader #sfw cookie run #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run kindgom #clotted cream cookie x reader #wildberry cookie x reader #wild-berry cookie x reader #wildberry x reader #dark cacao x reader #dark cacao cookie x reader #affogato x reader

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

Hello again! It's fine of what you did there you don't need to apologize people sometime make mistakes, so here request for wild Berry cookie having a Very VERY shy s/o that hides their face with something and stutters when flustered (you can do male or female or gn, I'm fine with it :D)

Wildberry x Gender Neutral Reader

Wildberry stares at the flowery words written on the page. His calm gaze and doughy body unmoving as he sat on one of the soft furniture in Queen Hollyberry's guest room.

The ancient hero had stepped back out from the terrace and into the room. Seeing Wildberry distracted for a few moments, the royal cookie was about to sneak past her protégé. Yet, the continents of the letter had caught her interest instead of the bottles of juice. Peaking over his shoulder quietly, she read the written letters on the fine print.

The Queen Mother couldn't believe her frosted eyes! It was a poem! Not just any poem, but a sweet, romantic one! Hollyberry Cookie could feel the passion and courage from even the smallest lines on the paper. Just who had wrote this grand piece of literature?! If this letter was addressed to her, she'd swoon so much she'll get dizzy!

The end of the letter was signed to Wildberry?!

Some determined cookie out there was trying to court the young lad! Hollyberry felt pride swell in her chest, ah, kids grow up so fast! It almost made her reminisce when Royal Berry Cookie had first talked about Jungleberry Cookie.

"Wildberry Cookie! Do you know who this cookie might be!?" The Queen mother asked as she ceased her snooping. Wildberry almost lost his composure at the former queens question. Coughing into his armored fist, he was about to hide the note. But Hollyberry snatched it before he could.

"Your highness-"

"My goodness, are they the kind that cookie showed you around the vanilla kingdoms garden!"

"Yes, but-"

"They are a true poet and caught the attention of a sour berry such as yourself! We must discuss the wedding plans!" Hollyberry said excitedly, ready to ask Pure Vanilla to help wed the two cookies.

"My Lady.." Wildberry said, yet the Hollybarian was already out the door. "I must see if they are strong enough as well!" She yelled back at her knight. Wildberry quickly gets up from his place and rushes after the ruler.

His mind already picturing thier frightened and flustered form. Hiding their face from the queen as they shyly try to be polite and ignore the personal letter the queen held like a flag for all cookies to see.

(I hope you like it! Thanks for reading!)

#cookie run x reader #cookie run #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run kingdom #wildberry cookie #wildberry cookie x reader #cookie run kingdom odyssey #hollyberry cookie #clotted cream cookie

[pokemonwriter]

Ash Ketchum x reader

I have no idea how Pokemon Contests work I've just had this idea bugging me for months.

Prologue:

Reader has a had a Pichu since they was very little, after Pichu evolved the two began their dream, to be the best in Pokemon Contests. One day reader meets Ash and the two begin to journey together, and grow. Ash and reader have been traveling for 4 years. Their Pikachus are about to bring them much closer together.

You were adjusting your female Pikachu's bow on her ear before grabbing her brush. "Pi~" she purred. Such a primadonna, you thought. But she's your primadonna and she's cute so can you really be mad? No, no you couldn't. After her grooming you put your hand oh too her head and she nuzzled her head up as a thanks "Pikachu~!" She cooked happily. "Awe you looks so cute" you said as you placed her on your shoulders and waited to move so she could get comfortable. You then saw yourself in the mirror of the hotel bathroom to make sure you were ready before heading out. "Hey Y/n, good morning" you turn to the voice to see Ash coming out of his room, "Ready for today?" He asked as he near you and your Pikachu. "Always am" you said as you and Ash began to walk to the elevator. Today you and Ash were going to hang out in the wilds to see if there was any interesting pokemon. Today was more a calm day since neither of you had anything to do. "Pikachu!" His Pikachu said as he was on Ash's shoulder looking at you with a wide smile, "good morning to you too buddy" you said petting the yellow mouse.

The two Pikachu's sat on the table next to you and Ash eating away happily at their own breakfast, while you and Ash had your favorite breakfast food at a small cafe outside. You and Ash were having a friendly conversation when you notice something odd about Ash's Pikachu. "Hey Ash?" In response you get a muffled 'yeah' because he was in the middle of eating. "Has Pikachu always done that?" You whisker bad point to his Pikachu. His Pikachu was currently acting shy around your Pikachu, and his cheeks seemed to be giving small zaps now and then as he just stared at your Pikachu. Ash swallowed his bite of food before asking " hey Pikachu you ok?" Pikachu didn't react until Ash placed his hand on Pikachu's head accidentally shocking the boy and Pikachu cause Ash to get zapped. Your Pikachu takes notice of what happened and goes over to his Pikachu to check on him. You don't worry about Ash since this is sort of a norm even if Pikachu isn't surprised, he'll shock anyone. "Pikachu's fine" Ash said after recovering from that whole think that happened.

After that you guys continued on with your chill day in the tall grass just playing with random wild Pokemon, getting berries, etc. For the whole day though you couldn't get both of your Pikachus behavior out of your mind. Your Pikachu had began doing the same thing she would even sit on Ash's shoulder and would stay close to his Pikachu more often than usual. You could even hear the two Pikachus conversing but while that isn't unusual, they were more..awkward than normal. It felt like they were stammering in Pokemon lingo.

Back in your hotel room you were brushing Pikachu's hair, "what's going on between you and Ash's Pikachu, you were acting really weird today?" Pikachu's reaction was strange she looked at you like she had gotten her hand caught in the cookie jar. Weird..Pikachu never acts like this. She then pick up her bow that was sitting next to her before pointing at the middle, where a faux heart jem sat. "Heart?" You asked curiously looking back up at your Pokemon. Charades was a game you and Pikachu were great at, but Ash and his Pikachu got you beat. Pikachu then pointed to herself then the heart. "You..heart.." you thought on it for a minute, "Wait...You love?" You asked curiously shooting in the dark. Pikachu then smiled and shook her head yes. "Awww you love Ash's Pikachu don't you..aww Pikachu~~" you cooked as you hugged her close. "Pikachu!" She exclaimed happily snuggling into you. "I'm sure he loves you back, he was just staring at you all day" you giggled to her and her cheeks began to zap lightly, before zapping you. Pikachu had do it on accident she you forgave her before getting ready for bed with her.

Tumblr stop erasing my worrrrkkk :))))))

A few weeks later the two pikachus seemed to be closer than normal, I guess they confessed but you weren’t sure since you had begun getting.. distracted as of late. You and Ash have been friends for so long, but has he always been so cute when he cheers for your pokemon, or when he does something embarrassing or stupid he’s still just the cutest. You can’t help but stare, until he catches you so you lie saying you say a pokemon flying by while your face burns up. You and Ash had begun acting like the two pikachus used to act. Awkward, shy, and nervous around the other. Neither of you wanted to fight the other because you didn’t want to see their sad face when either wins but man seeing the others happy face would have been worth the sad face. 

It was getting unbearable to the other who traveled with you to see you both pinning so hard that it was beginning to get annoying. So they did what any group of friends would do, forced you guys to lunch together, by yourselves. Your pokemon sat all around you both eating as well they had a goal, to get you and Ash to confess. The pokemon were hopeful because Ash’s mouth moved faster than his brain meaning he could slip up very easily. 

“Why don’t we ever train anymore?” 

“We train-” he said getting cut off by you

“No I mean why don’t we ever train, just you and me?”

“Well you mean so much to me, you’re the girl I-” He cut himself off and grew as red as a Tamato berry.

“Ash finish that sentence”

“No” his pokemon began to surround him in comfort, Pikachu climbed his shoulder and pat his head “Pikaaa” the mouse said to comfort him. “I like you, much more than a friend would, I.. love you..” He said meeting your eyes now, both of you were blushing you then went to where he sat and gave him a kiss on the cheek while still being nervous. 

“I.. um might feel the same..” you said with a small smile. He then jumped into a hug with you as the two pikachus stared at their trainers feeling acomplished. “Wanna celebrate by training?” you asked when Ash released from the hug. 

“Do I? Come on I’m always to it with you!” 

#pocket monsters #pokemon swsh #pokemon sun and moon #ash x reader #pokemon #pokemon x reader #ash ketchum x reader #ash ketchum

[ophelialoveshandsomemen]

Kisses of Chocolate.

Richard Alonso Munoz x fem!reader

A.N. I wrote this in one hour when I got a spell of inspiration when I saw a december challenge. It’s cute, it’s fluffy. It’s Richard.

Warnings. Food and fur and mention of Advent.

The sound of Loreena McKennitt's In Praise of Christmas drifts from  your antique gramophone sitting in the corner of your living room, or study as you prefer to call it, across your house, prompting you to absentmindedly hum along. Meanwhile, you sit cross-legged on top of the sturdy wooden kitchen table, calmly stirring the ingredients to your fifth batch of cookies of the day. Well, fourth really. One of those batches were in fact brownies, your boyfriend's favourite dessert, so you had to make at least one batch.

  It being a few days after the beginning of Advent, you were getting a head start on your Christmas baking. Chocolate and Cherry Drop Cookies, Apple Cinnamon Biscuits streaked with honey, Triple Chocolate Brownies laden with dark chocolate nubs, Vanilla Ginger Cookies, a plain white cookie loaded with dried berries of every kind. And now you were working on a simple Chocolate Mint cookie which you always made with homemade syrup using peppermint, spearmint and wild mint which you love to go pick around your back pond in July.

  Unknown to you, Richard had decided to stop over straight after work instead of returning to his place to change and only arriving for dinner. He'd had a very long and bad day at work. He was in desperate need of some cheering up. You had been first and foremost on his mind all day, the thought of your unbridled smile and your delighted giggles pulling him through enough to survive the day. But now he longed for the real thing.

  Entering your house by the back door in hopes of surprising you, Richard gingerly steps around your fur decked winter boots, haphazardly thrown off and abandonned in a puddle of melted snow. Knowing you, he figured you must have run out to check your sheep and been in a hurry to get back to the kitchen. You always had something cooking and had a habit of forgetting things in the oven. But the heavenly scent of melted chocolate and warm fruit greeting him informed him that you'd been in time to save your cookies.

  After saving your boots from their fate, Richard quietly removes his own boots, jacket and gloves, hanging said items on their designated hooks and placing them on the rag rug. Then he sneaks to the kitchen, thrilled to find you with your back turn to him. A smile immediately graces his face at the sight of you, decked in your cozy blue plaid wool skirt and plain burgundy long sleeved t-shirt, sitting on your table to mix your batter. That's how you preferred to bake, it confused him at first, but now it is one of your many quirky traits that renders you endearing to him.

  He grabs a still warm brownie from beside you at the same time as he slips his left arm around your waist tugging you to him to enable him to bury his nose into your neck. You shriek at an ungodly decibel and raise your spoon to fight off your attacker. Only to stop short at the familiar laughter in your ear.

  "Richard!" Your relieved exclamation of his name dissolves into giggles as he rubs his mustache under your jaw, tickling you softly.

He lifts his head and swiftly takes a bite out of his stolen goodie.

You merely stare at him in adoration.

"Good?" You ask.

"Deliciosa, mi mariposa!"

Outside, the snow once again begins to fall. Inside, the fire in your study crackles and sparks.

Richard gently grips the back of your head and minutely tips you back for a flurried series of chocolate covered kisses.

Mariposa= Butterfly

#richard alonso muñoz x reader #december writing challenge #fluffy #cottagecore #tw food #aerynwritesdc21 #oscar isaac fandom #the letter room

[wonderwomanfantasy]

five senses

listen you’re going to read this fic and you’re going to go “wow maddie has an oral fixation that's good to know I guess,” and you know what? mind you’re business. 

Sero x Fem!Reader

warnings: smut, for play, bondage, sensory deprivation, temperature play, licking? i’m going to warn for it, swearing

word count: 1,500 (about) 

Summary: Sero accidently discovers a new kink of his. 

Sero never had a problem sharing food. it just wasn't a big deal for his friends to pick off his plate, provided he got to pick off of theirs of course. But of course you just had to be a little tease about it. 

“Wow sero that curry looks good,” you cooed from across the lunch table. you pressed your chest up against the tabletop drawing his attention to your boobs. Sero had to force himself too look at your face as he responded

“it is good, you should have some,” he even pushed his tray closer to you so you could pick what you wanted easily, a curtesy he granted few others. 

“feed me,”  you challenged. Sero didn’t think much of it, he scooped up some meat and rice with his spoon and guided it to your lips and you ate from him giving a small noise of delight at the taste.  And his heart stopped in his chest. 

his chest felt warm and light, he wanted to make that noise again. make it for him. maybe with something else in your mouth. maybe alone. you pulled back from the spoon and Sero snapped back to the real world. 

“you want another bite?” he asked clearing his throat. 

“I have my own food Hanta,” you teased. Sero had already scooped another bite for you, almost reluctantly he put the spoon in his own mouth, he could almost taste you. 

From then on you weren’t aloud to feed yourself while Sero was around. at least once a meal Hanta insisted on being the one to put the food in your mouth. didn’t even matter if it was with his own fingers or chopsticks. He just lived to see you look up at him while that soft noise of appriation left your throat. it made him all tingly. 

Things only got worse when you started dating. suckers and lollipops went directly from his mouth to yours back to his. He’d brake off bits of cookies and hold one end in his mouth and let you eat off the other end. you went through a lot of boxes of pocky that way. 

Then sometimes you’d feed him and sero felt his soul ascend. Your hands were so soft as you brushed his face, you’d almost always kiss him after you fed him as well usually making him hungry for something entirely different. 

It didn’t help that you liked cooking with him. he couldn’t help but ask you to taste test a sause he was making every five or so minutes just to hold you close and put the wooden spoon to your lips. 

You had your fair bit of fun with Sero’s oral fixation too. He nearly lost his mind whenever you changed your chapstick. kissing you over and over again bruising your lips until he committed the new taste to memory. not to mention how wild you could drive him with a banana. 

It really was only a mater of time before he brought his oral fixation into the bedroom. 

You were cuffed to the bed, your hair brushed back from your face and blindfolded. you were also naked but that almost didn’t matter. Not to Hanta at least. 

he picked up a ripe and red strawberry he took a  moment to trace the outline of your lips with the fruit before letting you take a bite of it. 

“strawberry, too easy,” you guessed, humming as you chewed. the berry had burst when you’d bitten in and a trail of juice dripped down your chin. Sero licked his lips. fuck it. he thought leaning in and licked your jaw. tasting you. 

“that one seemed like a tongue,” you teased. 

“it’s not supposed to be hard,” he said picking up a piece of chocolate and feeding it to you. He couldn’t stop himself from kissing you this time, he went in open-mouthed letting his tongue explore and taste. He was moaning into your mouth and he felt creepy obsessing over you like this but it felt to good for him to even consider stoping. you were so delicious. 

“Sero?” you asked thoughtfully once he had pulled back. 

“what princess?” 

“If more stuff dribbles down my chin will you lick me again?” you asked  as he kissed you again. 

“I brought chocolate sauce for licking, you want it now baby or-”

“yes I want it now,” 

“let me finish you brat, do you want it now baby because I’m not going to be nice about it,” he huffed. you bit your lip, your teeth dimpling the soft skin of your lower lip. He wanted badly to bite your lip too. 

“yes,” you decided. He smiled to himself popping off the cap of the fudge. he tilted the jar letting the warm chocolate spread over your naked chest and stomach making you hiss. it was almost like hot wax. sero licked his lips watching the choclate dripp down your sides. He leaned over you  letting his tongue drag across your warm skin lickin as much fudge up as he could. 

Sero loved the taste of you, He ended up sucking on your stermun and the soft skin on your tummy even after the choclate was gone he was just addicted to your taste. He pushed himself down your body kissing down your thighs. or maybe biting down them would be more apt. 

Sero pushed your legs open and staired at your pretty wet cunt, the place he knew you would taste best. He held himself back. If he started eating you out now there would be no stopping himself and he wasn’t done teasing you yet.  

“What do I want next,” he hummed thoughtfully his fingers skimming over the assortment of fruits and sweat that he had selected for tonight. Before deciding on a tub of vanilla icecream. 

He used a spoon to spread the desert on the inside of your thighs making you jump. 

“that’s cold Sero,” you whined trying to close your legs. Sero caught you by the ankle and forced you to stay spread. 

“Sorry Baby I told you I wasn’t going to be nice,” he said leaning down to lick your legs, by the time he was done with you, your thighs looked a lot like your chest, flushed and bitten raw. you were whimpering, your chest to hot and your legs too cold and overall badly needing Sero to just get on with it and make love to you already, you were getting desperate enough to beg. 

“H-Hanta I-”

“I know you need me to fuck you already I can see how needy your puffy little pussy is getting,” he teased pressing down hard on your clit. you felt your cheeks heat with embarrassment. but the shame didn’t last long as Sero kept twisting your clit the pleasure came naturally. 

“Hanta,” you moaned lightly gyrating your hips against his hand to get as much friction as you could. It was exhilarating not knowing where the next touch would come from. You felt his hot breath on your neck as he hesitated. your body tensed and Sero kissed you. his tongue darting out of his mouth to lick up the side of your throat. 

His tongue was so warm and sweet against your skin you found yourself addicted to the feeling. The combination of his mouth on your neck and his fingers working your clit had you moaning. 

Then two of his fingers dipped inside of you swirling your insides before quickly pulling them back out again. 

“Open your mouth baby,” he prompted and pushed his fingers in your mouth the moment you parted your lips for him. you wrapped your tongue around his fingers tasting the wetness that clung to them and feeling the rough calluses on the pads of his digits. 

“do you like the taste of yourself baby? aren’t you the most delicious thing in the world?” he asked slowly pumping his fingers in and out of your mouth letting you get them nice and wet with your saliva. 

you could only moan around his hand to agree. Suddenly you felt something else proud your entrance, and the sound you ler out was more of a gasp than a moan. 

“come on baby I know you can take something bigger than my fingers without choking,” he teased. “Be a good girl and suck on my fingers while I fuck you okay?” he breathed his cock sliding inside of you in one smooth stroke. you sucked on his fingers silently agreeing to do what he asked. 

Sero kept moving his fingers in and out of your mouth feeling your tongue wrap around his didgits. slowly his hips matched the pace so he was fucking your cunt and mouth at the same time. 

You felt so good wrapped around his cock, you looked so good drooling on his fingers, there was no way Sero was going to last long. 

“I’m going to cum,” he warned “I’m going to fill your pussy up with so much cum you won’t know what to do with yourself princess,” he sighed snapping his hips down even harder before stopping entirely as he came, his seed filling you up, he watched the cum drip ouf of you once he pulled out. he pulled his drool coated fingers and moved it to your clit. 

You hadn’t cum yet, but that was alright, after all he still had a lot of food to get through still. 

#sero x reader #sero x reader smut #sero x you #imagine sero #imagine sero smut #sero #Sero Hanta #sero hanta x reader

[justthehiddleswrites]

Sweet as Sugar | Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Summary:  The reader is the TV host of a new comedy panel show. She has been asked to appear on an episode of British Bake Off for Comic Relief. She didn't know she would be on the same episode as the dashing Tom Hiddleston. She could be wrong but is he flirting with her? And how is she going to manage to screw this up?

Warnings: none

-

“All right, Bakers, time is up! Please place your bakes at the end. Paul and Mary will come by.”

You finished up icing your last biscuit right as those words came from Mel’s mouth. That was the fastest three hours ever in your life. You almost regretted agreeing to appear on Comic Relief Bake Off but then reminded yourself it was all in good fun and for charity. As an up-and-coming host of a comedy panel show, this was a wonderful opportunity. Plus, you loved to bake.

You glanced around the tent to see how the other celebrities fared. Dawn French’s apron was smeared with light strokes of blue and green from her icing. She looked as though she just ran a marathon but her globe cookies looked amazing. Benedict Cumberbatch behind did not seem to have fared so well. Half of his dragon cookies were not even iced, and some looked burnt around the edges.

“Did you set a blowtorch on them, Ben?” you hear the celebrity behind you quip.

You turned to see Tom Hiddleston mocking his friend across the aisle.  Damn, He looks even more handsome up close and personal. And taller, definitely, taller, you thought as you turn around.

“You are one to talk.” You gestured at his bake at the end of the counter. The edges look more brown than golden. A heavy layer of icing applied to the top as camouflage.

Tom smiles.

“I don’t know what you mean. Those are perfect.”

“That icing is not fooling anyone. And if you are you using it to hide your gray hairs, it’s not working. You look like Santa Claus.”

Tom shot you a confused look, and you gestured to his beard and hair. Powdered sugar coated his trimmed facial hair and icing has licked a few of his curls which has dropped off to the side of his face. It gave him a wizened look. Tom reached up and felt the crunch in his hair. He attempted to clean himself up before the judges came by.

“Ehehehe. No, but does it suit me? Do I have a career as a holiday Santa?”

You giggled and gave him a thumbs up, just as Mary and Paul come by to your table.

“So, what have you baked for us?” Paul asked.

“I made a walnut biscuit with a mocha icing.”

“Have you ever made this before?” Mary inquired.

“Yes, I have. It’s my mum’s favorite biscuit for tea time, so I make this biscuit a few times a month.”

You hear a low whistle behind you along with the words “show off.” You turned and shot Tom a withering look as he turned to look at Ben with an innocent look. You scowled before turning back to Paul, Mary, Mel, and Sue.

“Looks like someone might be a bit jealous,” Sue quipped, “Or perhaps a bit of an admirer?”

Mel joined in.

“You could do worse, darling.”

Grateful to turn your back to Tom so he can’t see your embarrassment, and you prayed this doesn’t end up in the aired special.

“Anyway, the bake looks good. The icing is glossy. Let’s see how it tastes.”

Paul and Mary each take a bite.

“That is scrumptious,” Mary responds and your face lights up.

“That is delicious,” Paul added. “You can taste the walnut. The biscuit is crisp and the mocha icing enhances the walnut. Well done.”

Paul extended his hand.

“Really?!” you squealed as you shook his hand with trembling fingers.

Paul and Mary smiled as the walk off as Mel grabbed three of you biscuits off the tray.

“So, Tom, what do we have here?” you heard Mary ask behind you.

You turned to watch Tom’s critique.

“The flavor is nice, but the biscuit is a bit burned. What happened there?” Mary asked Tom.

Tom rubbed the back of his neck out of nerves.

“Ehehe. I was distracted and left them in the oven too long.”

Benedict started to laugh.

“Sure, Tom. Sure.” Benedict threw him an “okay” sign for added effect.

The Signature Round was over and you were riding high. Paul only gave you a handshake, but your closest competition was Tom and Dawn. They led the four of you out of the tent for them to clean up for the Technical Challenge.

-

Benedict and Tom were in a corner, deep in conversation. You could see wild gestures and excited tones. You turned to Dawn and began talking about family and work. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Benedict pushing Tom out of the corner, urging him to join your group. Tom shuffled along. He seemed shy to interrupt the two of you.

“Hmhum.” Tom cleared his throat.

You turned and smiled up at him. Damn those eyes are so blue. His face softened as he returned your smile, crinkles forming around his eyes. Positively charming.

“Can I help, Mr. Hiddleston?”

“Please, it’s Tom.” Tom corrected, fiddling with his fingers. “You seemed to be quite the baker.”

“Yes. I used to help my mother bake as a girl. Now I use it as stress relief. You can always tell when things are bad when the apartment is covered in cupcakes.”

Tom laughed.

“I would love to see that sometime.”

You swallowed. Was he flirting? With you?

“Sure. Next time I have a big show, I will invite you over.”

“I’m holding you to that.”

“I’m counting on it.”

An assistant announcing interrupted the conversation telling them they were ready for the next challenge. Tom returned to Benedict, and you watched him walking away. His languid stroll exciting something inside you. Dawn pulled you from your daydream with a sharp hit to your ribs.

“He fancies you.”

You feel the blood rush your face.

“Nonsense. He is a famous movie star and I am well…. me.”

Dawn rolled her eyes at you.

“Oh please. I know smitten when I see it and he is. And so are you. Don’t think you’re hiding it. missy.”

You prepared to snap back but the assistant insisted you leave to go back into the tent. Within a few minutes, they situated the four of you behind your respective workspaces. A gingham towel covered the ingredients for your next challenge.

“All right bakers, for your technical challenge you will be baking a Mary Berry recipe. You will need to make a Battenberg cake.” Mel announced.

You smiled. You made a Battenberg before. You glanced around to see how everyone else is reacting. Dawn looked confident. Benedict threw two thumbs up signs, while Tom is ashen.

“You will 2 and a half hours. Let’s send Paul and Mary away.” Sue added.

“On your mark, get set, BAKE!”

You whipped the towel away to reveal flour, caster sugar, almonds, eggs and the rest of the ingredients.

“What’s wrong?” you asked Tom as you hear grumbling behind you.

“I’m not good at maths.”

You giggled. Something this perfect man struggles with, how refreshing.

“Well, when you get to the numbers part, I will help.”

“Oh no, you two. It says, NO CONFERRING at the top.” Benedict popped off from the other side of the tent.

“We’re not conferring, Benedict.”

The two of you exchanged a wink before turning to mixing up your batter. The mixing goes along just fine. As does the bake. When it came time to the slicing of the cake, Tom beckoned you over.

“Okay, how can I get this into even pieces?”

You do some quick calculations and marked it out for Tom. Just as you were finishing up, Mel comes by.

“Back to your own stations, you two lovebirds. No flirting in the tent.”

Tom’s neck reddened at the comment.

“I don’t what you are talking about,” he deflected.

“Yeah, I can’t stand to look at his ugly mug.”

“Keeping an eye on you two,” Mel commented with narrowed eyes as she walked away.

You missed Benedict giving Tom the thumbs up sign. The rest of the time was a blur, and before you knew it, Mel and Sue were counting down.

“5..4..3..2..1! Hands up. Place your bakes on the gingham altar behind your photo.”

Mary and Paul came back in as the four of you perched upon stools. You noticed Dawn’s cake was leaning a bit while Benedict’s was a bit smaller than others. Paul and Mary came to your cake.

“It has a nice appearance. The crumb is nice.”

Mary started to pick at the layers.

“It appears this person has forgotten the apricot jam.”

“Yeah. It’s a shame. Lovely bake,” Paul commented before moving on.

They finished their tasting and critiques and started announcing the placings.

“And in second, this one.” Mary gestured to your cake and you raise your hand.

“Nearly perfect, but you just forgot the jam,” she continued.

You nodded.

“And in first place,” Paul commented as Tom raised his hand, beaming the entire time.

Once the day of filming wrapped, you went to pack your things up and head to the bed-and-breakfast the production put the celebrities up on for the two days of filming. You felt a strong hand grabbed your shoulder. You whipped around to see who it was.

“You know I will never hear the end of him of winning,” Benedict commented as he helped you lift your bag.

“Nonsense, Ben. I will only mention it every third day I see you.”

Tom was beaming from ear to ear, those crinkles once again in place. His once crisp blue shirt covered in a thin layer of flour, sleeves rolled up.

“Don’t think for a second, Tom, your win is legitimate. If it wasn’t for Y/N helping you cheat…”

“… advising me,” Tom interrupted.

“… cheat. You never would have won.”

You just stood there smiling as the two bantered back and forth. The two men got more and more heated and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“You know this is for charity, right? It’s all in good fun.”

Tom laughed too.

“True, but there is nothing wrong with a little competition. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Agreed, but having fun is my main priority.”

“Well, what if make this a little more interesting?” Benedict piped in.

“What do you suggest?” you asked, curious what he had in mind.

“Star Baker gets to make the other two do whatever him or he wants for 24 hours.”

“Personal slave,” Tom’s eyebrows raised, “this could tempt me. Benedict cleaning my house in a French Maid costume.”

“You are truly disturbed, Tom. You know that right?” Benedict countered, scowling at his friend, “Are you in?”

You looked between gentlemen staring you down for an answer.

“Fine, I’m in! What about you, Tom?”

“I’m in. Oh, this will make things so much fun tomorrow!”

“As the instigator of this horrible idea, I insist we seal the deal with dinner and pints. There is a place in town with a vegan menu.”

Tom and you grimaced at Benedict.

“Please tell me there is a non-vegetarian menu.” you asked.

“Of course. Thomas here loves his steak.”

“I’m in, if she is.”

“Sounds like a date. Meet in the lobby at 6?”

“Deal.”

-

At a quarter to six, you headed downstairs to the lobby of the quaint little bed-and-breakfast you were staying at in Somerset.  You changed out of your dirty clothes and put onclean ones Surprisingly, Tom was early too. Gone was the button down and slacks and in its place was a well-worn jeans, a sweater, and boots, Handsome as ever.

You hated to admit it but you carried a bit of a torch for him. While Loki may have been the gateway by now, you watched almost all of Tom’s filmography. Your friends mocked you. You could hear the mocking in your right now once they heard he was filming with you. And you were about to go out to dinner with him and Benedict Cumberbatch. As a once stand-up comedian turned TV host, you never imagined this in a million years.

“Hello?” Tom waved a hand in front of your face, shaking you from your thoughts.

“Sorry.”

You looked down, avoiding his piercing blue eyes.

“Where were you?”

“Oh, just thinking about what my friends and family will say when they see me lose to Loki on national television.”

Tom let a belly laugh go.

“Ehehehe. I’m sure you will come up with a witty response to whatever they say. I have seen your show. Hilarious.”

You leaned back to look at him.

“You have seen my show?”

“Of course. You know, they call you the next Jimmy Carr. But I would say you are better, particularly with your laugh.”

His comment prompted a belly laugh on your part.

“Fair enough.”

Tom held out elbow for you.

“Ready to go?”

“I thought Benedict was joining us?”

“He had a family thing come up. Something with one of the kids. He begged off. Just the two of us.”

“Oh,” you tried not to sound disappointed.

You weren’t. It was just with Benedict coming along it seemed less date-like. The corners of Tom’s eyes fall and you try to cover.

“It was just I wanted to see if he could give me any secrets about the new season of Sherlock. Guess I will have to settle with just Loki instead.”

You crinkled your nose at him.

“Fair enough. I saw a pub around the corner. I don’t know about you but all the baking today gave me an appetite and a craving for a pint or two.”

You nodded and the two of you took the short walk to the nearby pub. The place was filled with only locals. They took no notice of you and little of Tom before returning to the plates and glasses.

“I guess they aren’t easily impressed.” you comment as the two of you plopped down in a booth in the back.

“Lucky for us.”

A waitress stopped by with menus and took your drink orders. Tom ordered a pint for the two of you. Once the drinks arrived, the both of you ordered. Tom lifted his glass.

“To Comic Relief.”

You follow suit.

“To Comic Relief…. and new friends.”

You clinked glasses and take a drink. The rest of the evening was a blur of drinking, laughter, good food, and even better stories. Tom was perfect company and before long, you glanced around and the pub was deserted.

“I think we should head back.”

Tom looked at his watch and his eyes widened.

“Yes, we should. That early call time will hurt.”

You settled up the bill and stepped out in the air. The night grew chilly and even through your coat; you shivered.

“Chilled?” Tom asked as he rubbed your shoulders.

You warmed up but in the shoulders.

“Thanks,” you responded, hurrying along to get back to the B&B.

A few minutes later, the two of you arrived and stood in the lobby.

“Thank you for a lovely night,” Tom started, fiddling with his key. “Where’s your room?”

“That way,” you gestured down the ground floor hallway. “You?”

“Second floor. Guess it is goodnight then.”

“But not goodbye. I am fully prepared to kick your ass tomorrow and win that bet.”

“Not a chance. Good night.”

“Good night, Tom.”

You leaned in for a handshake while Tom went for a hug and you ended up punching him in the stomach with your outstretched hand. In absolute shock and embarrassment, you run down the hall without another word.

-

The next morning, you woke up and the events of last night came rushing back.

“Oh, God…” you groaned to yourself as you pulled the covers over your face.

You blew any shot at a relationship with the impeccable Tom Hiddleston to hell by your fiasco of a goodbye last night. You sat in bed and contemplated just calling in sick so you wouldn’t have to face the embarrassment of seeing him face to face. But then you remember Comic Relief and refused to let them down.

By the time you entered the dining room, everyone else was already eating. Dawn claimed the small table by the window while Benedict and Tom were talking in hushed tones at the table right by the food and coffee.

“Shit!” you whispered under your breath.

There was no way you could avoid them. You started at the end furthest from them and ending up by the coffee machine by the end. Their backs turned to you, so they had not noticed you standing there. although they spoke in hushed tones, you catch bits and pieces of their conversation.

“Come man, just do it,” Benedict urged.

“I will when I am damn good and ready, Ben.”

At that point, you jostled your coffee cup and Tom turned around. “How long have you been standing there?” he inquired.

“Not long. Just need my…” you hold up your cup, “coffee, so I can hand your ass to you today in the Showstopper.”

Tom smirked.

“We shall see. I have a few tricks up my sleeve.”

“I doubt that with the way you roll them up. Nothing can hide up there.”

Tom laughed as did Benedict. Maybe you hadn’t botched the whole thing. Tom offered you a seat, which you took. Once everyone finished eating, the production team led them off to the tent for the last challenge. Mary, Paul, Sue, and Mel were already in place.

“All right bakers,” Mel started. “for your Showstopper, Paul and Mary, request you make a three tier cake. It can be any flavor you like. But you must decorate the top with a personal interest.”

“Be it golf, drawing, or lawn darts. It must reflect you,” Sue added.

“On your marks, get set… BAKE!”

You get started right away; the timing of your cake was tight. You began mixing the batter for your sponge. Time passed by quickly and before you know it, you have 20 minutes to assemble your cake.

“Need some help?” Tom inquired from behind you.

You turned to see him putting the finishing decorations on a flawless tennis cake. How the hell did he do that so fast.

“And risk you sabotaging me, not a chance!”

You get the first two tiers together just fine but when you go to place the third tier; it slipped from your hand and smooshed against the cake stand, breaking into pieces.

“No!” you yelled as you watched victory slip away.

Tom and Mel rushed to help.

“It’s okay, love,” Mel reassured you. “Just needs some icing, and Paul and Mary will never know.”

“That’s right. Go whip up some frosting and I will get it placed up there for you,” Tom added.

You hustled to put the powdered sugar and liquid in the mixer, not paying attention in your rush. When you turned it on, it spit a fine layer of powdered sugar over your face and clothes.

“Shit!”

You regained your composure and in the final minutes you get your cake put together. It is not your original vision but at least you have something to present.

You were nervous when it was time to present the cake. The cake seemed to teeter back and forth as you walked to the table.

Paul and Mary were kind, but you could tell the cake disappointed them.

“The flavor is amazing. I just think the presentation is lacking,” Paul commented.

“Nice crumb but you could have tidied it up a bit,” said Mary.

You knew you lost when you heard the praise heaped upon Tom.

“Perfection. Flavors spot-on.”

The announcing of the winner seemed like a formality at this point.

“Now for Star Baker, this baker wowed us some chocolate delights both days. It is Tom Hiddleston!”

Tom stood up to claim his apron and did a little celebratory dance. Everyone gathered around to congratulate him and say thanks to everyone. When Tom came up to you, you stuttered step.

“You aren’t going to punch me again?” he commented, a huge grin on his face.

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

“Not a problem. Hardly left a mark.”

You both laughed, and he pulled you into a hug. His arms pulled you deep into his chest and you smelled him in. A mixture of cologne and sugar. As he released, he gave you a quick peck on the cheek.

“Just as suspected, sweet as sugar.”

You blushed.

Before too long, everyone was on their way back home. You smiled at the memories of the past two days. You remembered the bet and realized you didn’t have Tom’s number. You fumbled into your pocket for your phone, hoping you that during the embarrassment of last night you got his number. a small piece of paper fell out. It was from one of the recipe pages.

I fully intend on collecting on my bet. Meet me at this address at 6 p.m. tonight. xx Tom

You rushed home and got yourself cleaned up and headed out the door, late. You finally arrived at the pub at 6:15 p.m. The eating area was crowded and you could not spot Tom. You headed further into the pub when you felt a hand grab your wrist and pull you into a booth. You stumbled and landed on Tom’s lap.

“Thought you stood me up.”

“I am not one to squelch on a debt. So, Mr. Hiddleston, what is your task for me?”

Tom feigned contemplation, rubbing his chin, drawing attention to his whiskers.

“Well, if it is okay with you and only if it is okay with you, you can start off by kissing me.”

Your eyes widen and you swallowed hard.

“Excuse me.”

Tom flustered, attempting to cover the perceived faux pas.

“Well, that is, I mean, if it is okay with you…. I would never… I mean I never…”

You stopped his babbling with your lips on his. He softened into you and returned to the kiss in earnest. When you two parted, you felt light-headed.

“Just as I suspected.”

“What?” you asked, eyebrows raised.

“Sweet as sugar.”

The two of you laughed.

“Well, what is your next task for me, Mr. Hiddleston?”

“Oh, I am just getting started. It might take longer than 24 hours.”

“I’m in for the long haul, if you are.”

“I am all in.”

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Wish I Was Sarah PT.1(Kiara Carrera X Reader)

Kiara had first met you 3rd of December.You had been at a party,a christmas party to be specific.You were a kook which meant your parents forced you to go to all the big mansion parties all the time.All of the big ones were there,Sarah Cameron,Topper Thornton,Rafe Cameron,Kiara Carrera.All of them.

You had worn a sweater over a simple t shirt,too lazy to put on a dress like all the others.Your parents were just glad that you had agreed to make an appearance even if you looked like shit.You had sat in the corner of the couch,earbuds in.You were listening to Sweater Weather,thinking it was funny because you were,in fact,wearing a sweater.

Kiara had stood at the snack table for a while,holding a disgusting monstrosity of a cookie,debating on picking off the sprinkles and throwing them away.She had never really been a fan of sprinkles.She had glanced around the crowds,the moms talking as they ate cheese cubes,the dads talking as they drank beers and wine,the other teens probably getting high up in the bathroom.Then her eyes fell on you.

She felt her face heat up immediately,staring at you for a while.You were underdressed for the occasion,your earbuds in as you sat curled up on the couch,seeming tired of being there.She debated herself in her head,trying to decide whether to approach you or not.Eventually she gave in,walking across the room with fake confidence,sitting down next to you.She watched as you tensed up,your eyes going wide,your bottom lip between your teeth,wondering what she wanted.

You pulled out an earbud,looking up at the beautiful girl that had decided to sit next to you of all places. “Hey.”She smiled,holding out her hand to you. “Im Kiara.”She introduced herself.You pulled out your other earbud,a small grin on your face. “Hi.Im (Y/N).”You shook her hand,feeling your face heat up a bit. “So um….yeah.What song were you listening to?”She asked,trying not to laugh at how dumb she sounded.You showed her your phone,finding yourself moving closer to her on the couch. “You like Frozen ll a lot.”She laughed,watching you scroll through the playlist.

You nodded,handing her an earbud to make her listen to Lost In The Woods. “Ive never seen Frozen ll.”She admitted,watching as your jaw dropped and your eyes widened. ��Kiara!Oh my god-whats wrong with you?”Your voice became higher as you talked,your hand covering your mouth.She laughed at you,shrugging. “Wait,have you seen the first one?”You asked.She nodded,watching as a look of relief came across your face. “Okay,did you like it?”You asked.She shrugged once again,smiling at your enthusiasm. 

“The second one is better I promise.”You answered.She rolled her eyes,leaning back against the couch. “Im serious!The soundtrack,the animation everything is so much better!”You exclaimed,shaking your phone as you spoke.She nodded. “Yeah,whatever you say.”She replied,watching as you tried to convince her. “You have to watch it!Please?”You pouted.She nodded,making you clap your hands in excitement as you went into your disney plus app.She watched as you scrolled through the movies,a big grin on your face because you had easily defeated her.

 “Its so cold in here.Who puts air conditioning on in december?”She complained out loud.You handed her your phone for a moment,not hesitating to pull off your sweater and hand it to her. “That’s pretty warm.”You told her,not really thinking about it.Her face turned red,biting her bottom lip as she held back a smile.

She had originally regretted her wardrobe choice of a green dress,the fabric light and flowy,her arms exposed which caused goosebumps to rise across her caramel skin.She didnt regret it now though as she pulled on your sweater,the warm fabric making the goosebumps go away.Her heart was thumping as you moved incredibly close to her,handing her an earbud and holding your phone in front of the two of you.

As you reached the point of Into The Unknown it was announced that dinner was ready,ham,turkey,potatoes,corn,rolls,pretty much everything imaginable.It disgusted you that you all had a feast of expensive,high quality food while people in The Cut were lucky to have a meal a day.The adults called the other teens downstairs for the meal and you promised Kiara that you’d finish watching it after.You two decided to sit next to eachother at the table,your sweater still on her.

She offered it back to you,saying that she didnt want to get food on it but you told her that it was fine and that it looked better on her anyways. “So the movie...what do you think about it so far?”You had asked softly as Kelce and Topper came down the stairs. “Its good.Its good,like you said,better than the first for sure.”She nodded,eyebrows furrowing when she noticed your eyes falling away from her and towards someone walking down the stairs.Sarah fucking Cameron.The blonde was wearing a nice,light grey dress that looked amazing on her figure,her hair in pretty braids.

Kiara saw the look in your eyes,the way they were full of wonder,mesmorized by Sarah Cameron.She felt like dying,like being eaten up by a black hole as she wondered how she could be so stupid.She had thought that maybe you were interested in her but it was probably because she had been the only girl there.Now that Sarah was here she would be lucky if she could get your attention back again. 

“So what do you think of the theory about Elsa?”She asked,glaring at Sarah.Your face heated up,taking your eyes off of the pretty blonde and back to Kiara. “What theory?”You asked,glancing over at Sarah every couple of moments.Kiara tried to hide her anger,covering it with a small grin. “The one about her being a lesbian.What do you think of it?”She asked,trying to learn more about you and if she even had a chance.You bit your lip,looking over at the plate of biscuits. 

“I mean,I think at this point we all just want representation in disney and in like,media in general but I dont think Elsa is a lesbian.I feel like she might be aromantic or maybe...well,I dont really know.There’s nothing-well,you know she actual might be a lesbian,”You paused,leaning forward to grab a biscuit and put it on your plate. 

“There’s this one scene in Frozen ll,ill point it out to you that has like vibes to it.But then again just because she doesnt have a male love interest doesnt exactly mean she’s a lesbian.Moana and Merida didnt have guys that they were in love with but that doesnt mean they’re lesbians.Merida might be a lesbian,have you seen how good she is in nature and cooking fish in the wild?And how she knew those berries were poison?Thats some cottage core lesbian shit.What was I talking about?”you asked,realising you had gotten caught up in the topic and had forgotten the original question.

Kiara smiled,glad to hear you speak so passionately about something. “If Elsa is a lesbian.”She held back a laugh,watching as the realisation came across your face. “Right,so the answer is yes but also no but also yes.Like at least fifty percent yes but also no but im 1000% confident in Merida being a lesbian.”You confirmed,cutting open your biscuit.She nodded,trying to think of a new topic before she lost your attention again. “So the whole thing of people shipping Else with Jack Frost.What do you think of that?”She asked,laughing when your fists slapped down in your lap,gaining the attention of Rafe and Sarah. 

“Dude literally it makes no sense!Jack Frost isnt even disney!Like the only reason anyone ever shipped them was because they have the same powers but Jack is like 300 years old and hes like...energetic and giggly and child-like and immature and she would get so annoyed so quick!She’s introverted and serious and of course theres nothing wrong with that but she gets like too embarrassed too fast and I cant see them ever getting together or even being friends.Like,Merida is most definitely a lesbian but if they’re gonna ship Jack with anyone it should be her!Their personalities are so similar.”You huffed,biting into a half of your biscuit.

She nodded,grabbing a scoop of mashed potatoes and putting it onto her plate. “Yeah,definitely.So who is your favorite disney princess?”She asked,sending a bitter glare towards Sarah.Sarah had been staring at you during your passionate speech,filtering out the other voices to listen to you.She found you fascinating,intriguing.She was trying to figure out why she didnt know you or if you were new to the island.You glanced her way,smirking to yourself when you saw her blush. “Um...I dont think I have a favorite.They’re all powerful and wonderful in their own ways and they all have pretty cool stories.Except Pocahontas,I hate that they romanticize colonization and in reality she was like ten and he was in his late twenties.The soundtrack was great though.”You shrugged,taking a sip of root beer.

She nodded,listening in to what the old folks were talking about.There were more people outside who had opted to take plates of food out there.Kiara wouldve preferred to go outside but it was colder out there and she hadnt been prepared.Her mother was looking at her from across the table but Kiara couldnt care less,too busy searching for your parents. “Hey,(Y/N)?”She asked quietly,getting your attention off of your biscuit. “Where are your parents?”She asked.You shrugged,getting your own scoop of mashed potatoes. “I think they’re outside.I dunno.”You answered.She nodded,continuing to eat,sending a glare towards Sarah every couple of moments. 

“Eat faster so we can finish the movie.”You told her,not thinking about it as you spoke.She smiled,hurrying to eat. “Wait,why dont we just go outside and watch it?”She suggested.You bit your cheek,trying to figure out why you hadnt thought of that.You nodded,standing up and picking up your root beer,balancing it on your plate and walking out of the house,Kiara close behind you. “Where are we going?”She asked.You grinned,careful as you walked down the hill. “I know a spot.”You answered,walking across the sand of the beach.

You had explored pretty much all spots of the beach and had found your favorite one,a cave behind a wall of rocks that you had personalized.You walked towards the rock wall,slipping through the crack. “What is this place?”She asked,still following you.You smiled,turning on your phone flash light so you could see the lantern that you had put in there,turning it on.Her face lit up,looking around the cave.Pillows,sheets,blankets,pretty curtains hanging from the walls,a bin of paints so you could paint the rocks. “Thats such a good question.I really dont know how it got here,I just went through the crack one day and kind of just found it.”You shrugged,sitting down in the pile of pillows and patting the spot next to you.She sat down,shifting so she was as close to you as possible,leaning her head against your shoulder to test the waters.You pulled the earbuds from you phone,turning up the volume of the movie.

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Whiskey Pecan Pie

Pairing: Arthur Shelby x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Arthur isn’t known for being the nicest or gentlest person but a certain girl in the bakery makes him want to be a better person. 

Word Count: 2115

A/N: I finally made it a full length imagine! I don’t know about the ending so feel free to let me know what you think about it. 

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Arthur was pretty sure he was in love with you. Everything about you made him smile and feel warm inside, which usually only his alcohol could do (and even then, that only made him feel warm). Your sparkling eyes and kind smile were a shining light in the gloom that was Small Heath, a gloom that he felt partially responsible for deep down. But you made him want to be the best possible version of himself. 

Your grandparents had opened a small bakery in Small Heath back in the 1860’s and it had been passed down to your parents who’d raised you up in the business as well. Baking was your life and unlike so many other people your age who’d run from their family businesses as soon as they were eighteen, you couldn’t wait to take over yours. 

But your dream was so much more than the basic breads and cakes that your parents made. You couldn’t wait to add pies and cookies and scones and whatever else you managed to create in that kitchen in the back! 

Today, your newest specialty had been posted up for sale: Have A Berry Good Day Cobbler. A display batch had been made up and set behind the glass of the display case while the three other cobblers sat in the back, ready to be bought up and enjoyed. You couldn’t deny, you were pretty proud of this one. 

You sat behind the counter, nose buried in a book, while you awaited customers while your parents baked bread in the back. The little ding of the bell in the doorway drew your attention to the man who walked in. You smiled, immediately recognizing him as Arthur Shelby. “Good morning, Mr. Shelby.” You smiled, hopping down from your stool and closing your book. 

Your kindness always took Arthur off guard. He was used to surliness and concealed emotions, unless it was anger, but with you, you always seemed to have a spare smile for someone. He eagerly took his hat off, careful to grab around the hidden blade, and stuffed it in his pocket. That was what a gentleman did, right? He couldn’t even remember proper etiquette anymore. 

“Please, call me Arthur.” He insisted, finally having the nerve to make your relationship a little less formal. You made him nervous, drove butterflies wild in his stomach. It wasn’t something he was used to feeling. His life was typically fulfilled by cheap whores which couldn’t even be classified as cheap thrills anymore. Just something to fill the void. But you made it as if the void didn’t exist. He almost felt like he did before the war. 

You smiled, “Alright, Arthur.” God, the way his name sounded leaving your lips was intoxicating. 

The eldest Shelby brother had become a regular in your bakery about a month ago, coming in at least twice a week for one of your original sweets. You had to admit that you’d developed a (not so) slight crush on the man over the course of your interactions. 

Arthur’s reputation preceded him. Everyone in Small Heath knew who the Shelby brothers were and most people were smart enough to not get involved with them. But the eldest one had captured your heart with his daily visits to your shop. His abrasive, hostile front was left at the door with the removal of his cap and his grimace was replaced with a cute upturn of his mustache as he smiled. It was clear by how he tried to hide it that it wasn’t a look he was used to having but your heart skipped a beat every time you saw it. 

“So… what’s the special today?” Arthur ringed his hat nervously in his hands, careful to avoid the blades in the brim. 

You turned around to grab the display dish and showed it to him, “Today I whipped up something I like to call Have A Berry Good Day Cobbler. And, yes, it is necessary to having a good day.” You giggled at your own anecdote and Arthur let out the closest thing to a laugh he was comfortable emitting. Your adorable smile that was somehow proud and humble could’ve made Arthur drop dead then and there from how cute you were. 

“I’m sure if you made it, it’s delicious.” He threw out the compliment, looking at the cobbler that did indeed look delicious, “Everything you bake always is.” 

Crimson burned into your cheeks at the compliment from the attractive man. You had one more surprise for him though beyond the treat of the day, “Awe, thank you. But I’m hoping you think the same about another new treat I made.” 

“Two in one day?” He asked, surprised. Every day since he’d started coming in four weeks ago, he’d only ever known there to be one special pastry per day.

You held up one finger, telling him to hang for just a second, and you smiled excitedly as you turned around and disappeared behind a shelf to grab a plate. In all honesty, you were nervous out of your mind. Was this too forward? Was this going to scare him off? If it worked as you hoped, would you regret it? 

When you returned just moments later, a little tart sat on a small plate in your hands, “This is a little something special I whipped up just for you.” You handed Arthur the plate, your fingers gently sliding across each other as you slid it into his grasp. Your heart sped up drastically at the contact and you glanced up at him quickly to see if he noticed it too only to lock eyes with him for a brief, nervous moment before you both looked away again. 

“You-you made this just for me?” Arthur questioned, staring at the little mystery pastry in his hands in shock. Nobody had ever made a gesture like this for him before. People only did things for him out of fear or obligation but this little tart with a perfectly toasted crust and sweet looking filling was made specially for him out of the kindness of your heart, and dare he go so far to say, affection. 

You watched nervously as Arthur looked down at the little pastry in his hands and then looked up to you with a twinkle in his blue eyes that told you this was something totally out of the ordinary for him but he didn’t seem to hate it. With a smile, you placed your hands on the counter that was between you and leaned all of your weight onto your hands, lifting yourself to stand on your tiptoes as you peered over, “Well, um, yeah. I may be wrong but you look like you might be a man who likes whiskey so I decided to try and make a dessert with you specially in mind. This is a pecan tart with whiskey in the caramel-pecan filling." 

Arthur looked down at the pastry and then back up to see you nervously chewing your lip, though still smiling, waiting to see his response, "That sounds great,” His heart swelled with a strange emotion he’d never felt before, somewhere between utter adoration for you mixed with the unknown feeling of being loved (if he could be so bold as to entertain the thought that a girl as amazing as you could love a man like him), “How much is it?" Arthur reached into his pocket to grab his wallet. In any other store, he never paid. If people didn't give him what he wanted, he threatened them till he got it. But he could never dream of doing such a thing to you. He'd always made it a point to pay you for whatever he'd bought in your bakery. 

You put up your hands, "It costs nothing, Mr. She- erm Arthur. This one's a gift. Besides, you didn't order it anyways." You laughed a little, hand going to cover his hand that was extended with several coins in it, ready to push it away but stopping when your skin touched his for the first time. 

Your breath caught in your throat. Arthur’s skin was similar to how you’d imagined, somewhere between smooth and calloused with rougher spots on his knuckles. 

Arthur had a similar reaction. When he finally felt your soft but thoroughly worked hands on his, he nearly choked on his own tongue. Was this what it was like to actually love a woman? To not just want their body for a few fun minutes? Of course, there was the physical attraction to you that was undeniable but he actually wanted to get to know you. He craved you, all of you - body, mind, and soul. The thought of harm ever coming to you made his blood boil. 

“Please, I insist. Let me give you a few pounds at least?” He begged, not making any effort to move his hand away from yours. He also definitely noticed that you hadn’t retracted your reach yet either. 

A blush crept up on your cheeks, as if they could possibly get any redder when he was around, “Can’t you accept a gift, Arthur?” You insisted, your tone sweet but taunting. 

He sighed and pulled his hand away, “Alright, alright. Thank you for the pie.” He nodded, gesturing to the tart. 

“It’s technically a tart I think but you’re welcome. Let me know how you like it, yeah?” Arthur only prayed that his cheeks weren’t as bright as they felt. The way your kind eyes twinkled with pride in your work made your entire face glow more radiant than it already did. You were so intelligent and kind and giving.

“Everything you make is delicious and I’m sure this is no exception.” Arthur complimented awkwardly, shifting his weight on his feet nervously as he did so. Kindness and compliments were far from his usual vocabulary but he felt the need to make sure you knew how amazing you were. It didn’t mean it came naturally to him though. 

“Awe, you’re too kind.” You looked away shyly, giggling at his amiable gestures. Men had seldom looked at you the way Arthur Shelby did. Other girls were beautiful and oftentimes fairly well off, or at least the ones the boys often chased were. You felt like you were always just there, not necessarily the most beautiful girl in Small Heath, nor the richest. You had your pies and cookies but was that really enough? 

But you were so much more than that. Arthur saw plain as day the beautiful soul you were but he could also see that you didn’t see yourself the way he did. 

“Arthur!” A male’s voice startled the both of you from the trances you’d fallen into, lost in each other's eyes, as a man burst into the bakery, the little bell ringing as he spoke, “Tommy needs us back at the shop.” 

Arthur sighed, “Alright, Finn, I’ll be there in a moment.” The door closed again and the smitten look that Arthur always donned in your presence began to fade away into the harder expression you saw him wear around town. Regretfully, Arthur’s hand fell from yours but his heart ached for it to be back in your grasp, “I guess I should get going. Thank you again. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

Your hand quickly returned to the table, suddenly feeling awkward and wrong now that the warmth of his touch had disappeared, “See you then. Have a good rest of your day, Arthur.” You tried not to sound too disappointed that he had to leave but if you had it your way, he’d stay all day. 

With one last small, nearly hidden smile, and a nod of farewell, he took off out the door, brushing his hair back with his fingers and throwing his cap back onto his head. Now that you were alone, you brushed your hair back and finally released the breath of air you weren’t aware you had been holding. “That wasn’t so difficult, now was it?” You asked yourself rhetorically. Clearly, he didn’t reject it. In fact, he seemed to be quite delighted by the gesture which had to be a good sign, right? You needed to stop worrying so much. 

You pushed yourself back off the counter to begin restocking the loaves of bread when you noticed something on the counter, right where yours and Arthur’s hands had been holding onto each other. Five pounds sat on the smooth wood and you rolled your eyes, chuckling as you took the money that Arthur left despite your insistence that the dessert was a gift and put it in the cash box, “So persistent.”

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The Extremely Large Tag Game

ATagged By: @dreamystuffers​ thank you sweet pea and HOLY SHIT THIS REALLY IS THE ULTIMATE TAG GAME BUT I AM READY.

SECTION ONE: First and last tag: post the first line of a wip as well as the last line you’ve written so far!

So I have several Wips at the moment and whelp, I’m gonna do them all lol.

The Size of a Heart: Wonho and Reader (Drabble)

First Line Written: The sky was burning as the sun set for the night, cloaking the city in its familiar darkness.

Last Line Written: “I tell myself that it’s better if it hurts, but I…I can’t anymore…I can’t.”

Tentatively Falling: Vampire Jongdae and Reader (Series)

First Line Written: Strobe lights flashed around the dark bar, drawing your attention every now and then when they went wild as the bass dropped.

Last Line Written: It was more than you ever thought, but it was exactly what you dreamt about hearing him say.

Heavenly Father: Boyfriend Yoongi, Priest Jimin, Alter boy Jungkook, and Reader (Smut Crack Drabble - Title May Change)

First Line Written: The stain glass windows in the Church were a sight to see during the day, the sunlight streaming through and bringing life to the images during the service, and brought a sense of comforting to those during times of trouble.

Last Line Written: Jimin groaned and your eyes watered when your nose was pressed against the base, his dick down your throat.

Knitting You a Home: Wolf Hybrid Namjoon and Reader (Series)

First Line Written: The wind howled while rain pelted your house as the storm refused to let up.

Last Line Written: For the moment, his thoughts were cleared, allowing him to fall asleep with you safely in his arms.

SECTION TWO. Enter 15 of your biases and put them in this order to discover the story of your life

Parent: Hongjoong

well I mean he is pretty daddy at times

Sibling: Jongdae

Grandparent: Sammy

Haunts you: Vernon

Significant other: Jooheon

HELL YEAH BITCHES

Ex: Yuta

damn that’s...that’s a change

Best friend: Chanyeol

Proposed to you: Yoongi

Was this before Jooheon or after Jooheon? Who’s my ass with?

Your boss: Taeyong

Random person you meet a the bar: Seonghwa

Rival: Bang Chan

BUT HE’S THE SWEETEST HUMAN BEING THO

First kiss: Namjoon

Drunk and singing karaoke with: Wonho

Played seven minutes in heaven with: Felix

Gave you your favorite dessert: Jackson

I...I can see this one. He’s sweet to do that

SECTION THREE. Describe your bias by their vibes as if they were someone in your life. (I’m doing my Ults, 1 from each group.)

Jongdae (EXO): The guy that everyone knows because he’s the one with that distinguishable laugh. The class clown that knows the limits and only crosses them on rare occasions. You think you know him but then he’ll say something that you never knew about him. Craves his independence but is the quiet one when in a large group, smiling as he watches the more energetic ones run about. An old soul trapped in a young body.

Yoongi (BTS): The one who devotes himself to his work and rarely sees the light of day. His room is littered with empty to go cups of coffee mixed with his own assortment of coffee mugs Coffee ring stains on furniture. You think he’s not listening or paying attention but when you least expect it, he’ll quietly do something or hand you a gift that he knows you treasure. He’ll never ask for cuddles, but he’ll always give them to you and refuse to let you go when you try to get up. Wise beyond his years because he’s suffered and doesn’t wish it on anyone else.

Yuta (NCT): The popular guy that at first everyone warns you about, but once you get to know him yourself, you don’t know why they warned you in the first place because he’s a total sweetheart. The guy who flirts with everyone and anyone, but remains loyal to his girl. He’s never without his iced coffee, and he’s dyeing his hair in the bathtub with a friend to help make sure it doesn’t go too wrong. Will entertain your drunk texts. He’s the one to text at 2 am when you’re feeling alone and down and he’ll do what he can to lift you back up with nothing but the truth.

Hongjoong (Ateez): He’s the guy who doesn’t give a shit about trends or styles, he creates his own. The guy who does the piercings at the local tattoo shop knows him by name because he’s gotten so many of his piercings done there. He is the Fashion DIY King. Will roast his friends the hardest  because he loves them the most and takes it when they dish it back. Somehow manages to rock hairstyles - long live the mullet - that no one thought should have ever existed. Don’t let him cook though. If he cooks you’ll end up with food poisoning. He’s the one who will let you try makeup tricks and new products on him. Secretly amazing at painting nails.

Wonho (Monsta X): He’s the guy friend that you never expected to be friends with. Him? You? Total opposites on a physical scale. On completely different levels. Once you get to know him, he’s a total teddy bear. Doesn’t question it when you suddenly appear and hug him without saying a word, he’ll simply hug you back while maintaining the conversation he had going. Or he’ll simply surprise you with a hug because he likes them.

Bang Chan (Stray Kids): He’s the one that always has his earbuds in even during class. Like he’s the guy that has the earbud going through the sleeve of his hoodie and is pressing his palm against his ear to listen to the music. Listens to everyone, even if he doesn’t know them that well and gives really good advice if they ask for it.

Jackson (Got7): The guy that you can hear a mile away. Hyper. Can’t sit still to save his life. He was the guy that you’d see doing laps in the hallway with his friends when he should have been in class, but he was the nice one. Passionate and when you ask him about what he’s working on, he’ll talk about it for hours. Will also apologize multiple times for going on but then continue to go on.

SECTION FOUR. Search your name + “core aesthetic” on Pinterest and make yourself a moodboard

SECTION FIVE. Make a normal and fantasy version of yourself using this !

SECTION SIX. Writing tag game!

What is your ideal setting for focusing on your writing?

A quiet office where I can play music softly in the background and be at a desk with a comfortable chair.

 What Genre do you prefer to write?

Slice of Life, Young Adult, College Age.

Do you prefer to write on paper or digitally?

Both.

It’s the middle of the night and you suddenly wake up with an idea. What do you do?

Make a note of it in either my notebook or in the notes section on my phone.

Who is your favorite person to write about?

Jimin and Hoseok

Do you like making your own characters, or do you usually write about real people?

I like to do both. Honestly, it’s kinda like a mix of both. With some of my fics, the only thing that makes them fanfics are that I’m using the real person’s name, and I’ll pin point on certain aspects of their physical features. In Brotið Hjarta, the only thing that connects to it being Namjoon is his name, and maybe his hair style/color and ear piercings, everything else was what I imagined it to be.

Have you ever written a book/story with more than 15 chapters (100K words)?

Yes. Strawberry Cream and BBQ

How often do you get ideas?

From everyday life, sometimes I’ll be daydreaming and it kinda morphs into a story or a fanfic and so I’ll make notes so that I don’t forget it.

Do you ever get an idea that you really like, but just can’t seem to finish?

Yessss, all the time.

What is your least favorite plot?

I don’t know about least favorite plots, but I do hate it when fics dive straight into a story without any background or anything. Wait, so maybe that’s pwp fics????? I don’t want to be a hypocrite, but even with my fics that primarily focus on smut, I still add in those background details and give them a teeny tiny plot.

SECTION SEVEN. Put your music on shuffle and reveal the first ten songs that come on.

The Kids Aren’t Alright - Fall out Boy

In the Dark - Bring Me the Horizon

Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer

All In - Monsta X

To the Beat - Ateez

Shot - Lil’ Jon

Daechwita - Agust D

Treasure - Ateez

Adore You - Harry Styles

Guys My Age - Hey Violet

SECTION EIGHT. Questions tag:

Relationships: 2

Break-ups: 2

Kids: Right now? 0

Brothers and Sisters: 1 older brother.

Pets: 0

Surgeries: 0

Tattoos: 0

Countries you’ve been to: 0

Been in an airplane: yes

Been in an ambulance: yes

I sing karaoke: hell no.

Ice skating: I like it but I suck at it and have only been able to go during school events in the past.

Been on a cruise: hell no

Driven a motorcycle: nope

Ridden a horse: yes

Stayed in a hospital: nope

Favorite fruit or berry: Raspberries

Favorite color: Magenta

Last text: “Perfect! I’ll let you know when I am able to send yours out!” - I do pen palling and was letting someone know when I could send them a post card in exchange for the one I’m getting.

Cat or dog: Cat

Favorite pizza: White sauce pizza with chicken and feta cheese

Met a star: nope

Flown a helicopter: nada

Been on TV: nope

Broken my leg: nope

Seen a ghost: don’t believe in them.

Been sick in a taxi: nope

Seen someone die: no

SECTION NINE: Fifteen questions tag:

One ; it’s your birthday! what did you ask for?

Gift cards, um...(this is bad because my birthday is actually coming up) maybe some things from my Amazon list?

Two ; what was the last song / album you listened to?

WAP by Cardi B

Three ; what is your go to snack when you’re hungry?

Chocolate, cookies or cookies dipped in peanut butter

Four ; what is your morning routine?

Wake up, check messages on my phone while still in bed, get up, make coffee, maybe eat breakfast, drink coffee in bed, listen to music/watch videos or read on phone while drinking coffee, get dressed, brush teeth and skincare routine, make bed.

Five ; what mythical creature would you be?

An Elf? Or a Forest Witch. Something that has to do with the Earth and nature.

Six ; how do you interact with someone you don’t like?

I give short and straight to the point answers, if I’m working on something and they come up to me I’ll pointedly focus on that task instead of them.

Seven ; how do you define a toxic person?

Someone who lies, who makes you feel bad about the things that you do, that puts you done while lifting themselves, who is constantly bragging about their own things, who puts down others, who acts like they’re better, who acts like they’re way of life should be the only way of life.

Eight ; have you ever been to a concert or a fan-meet? if not, would you want to?

I have not, but I would like to one day because they seem fun and it would be nice to see a performance in person.

Nine ; do you believe in astrology? why or why not?

I do, mostly because it’s fun and interesting and I tend to find that I do a lot of the things and act like my zodiac sign without realizing it (aka I’m a Virgo).

Ten ; if you could have only one sense (hearing, touch, sight, etc.), which would you keep?

Hearing.

Eleven ; who is your favorite celebrity or idol?

At the moment, BM from Kard.

Twelve ; if you could talk to your favorite celebrity for a limited time, what would you tell them?

How do you keep going when it gets hard?

Thirteen ; I’m taking you out on a date. where are we going?

Maybe an art museum, or somewhere with flowers?

Fourteen ; do you prefer sweet or savory?

Sweet.

Fifteen ; do you have any Merch from any of your favorite artists?

I have several BTS albums and an EXO album.

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