#But I do really want pumpkin bread :(
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so. I made some bread.
The thing about it is this is pumpkin bread. The other thing about it is it used to be orange. The other other thing about it is I'm hungry and would like to eat pumpkin bread.
#I'm waiting to hear back from reddit if they think this is edible#I'm almost positive it's bc of the gluten free flour I used that has potato in it#And the starch had a weird moment bc I accidentally left the bread uncovered#That's my guess#But I do really want pumpkin bread :(#Sigh#Gf flour is expensive to I used two cups of that shit#I don't want to throw it away unless I have too
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Song of the Day: December 7
"Wolverine" by Goghi
#song of the day#beautiful beautiful song very very fun to sing. about loving nature and wanting to bite people! ideal. pristine.#every line is the best line but the whole chorus is really something special#'I am the wolverine / get close I show my teeth and / no love for my own / I walk my path alone and#I am the submarine / deep hunter of the seas and / I sink enemies / making widows in the open ocean'#there's a little fuck I never know what that's called. what's it called#a little ripple-run in the melody on 'making widows in the open ocean' that brings such incredible joy. amazing song to sing#also--this has nothing to do with the song--I am so hungry#Nick has his friends over (which is good! not complaining about that. he did get permission and they're not rude or destructive so chill)#but our livingroom is now a minefield of people and beverages and popcorns I think that smell is popcorn#and to get to the kitchen I would have to pass through. step over all of them and walk between them and their videogames on the big screen#and I'm just not feeling it!#so we turn again to the grace and foresight of past-me and we reap the great pop-tart harvest#do y'all know how many boxes of poptarts there are under my bed? literally I do not know. I've just been getting interesting flavors#apple jacks. banana bread. snickerdoodle. apple fritter. eggo. cinnamon sugar pretzel. cinnamon roll. that's seven!#seven boxes of poptarts under my bed! I gave the boston creme pie and pumpkin pie ones to Nick bc they were gross but these are all good#I missed out on the vanilla latte and chocolate churro flavors sadly. they were before I started#(do you ever get halfway through a sentence and then you think: huh. my whole life to date and this is what I'm doing now. huh.)#anyway they were before I started collecting poptarts
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why does the internet etc have to make everything a Thing. why must corporations take something nice and proliferate it to a point that it's a Debate. I just wanna eat food that tastes like fall
#unnecessary#yes people like pumpkin flavored things. i am people#pumpkin is one of my favorite flavors#do i want pumpkin oreos? no not really#but pumpkin bread? pumpkin cookies? yes
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Pumpkin muffins because u can eat those for breakfast and no one can argue with u
iâm leaning that way too bestie but all of the options are deliciously tempting
#I usually just make pumpkin cookies with a cream cheese and cinnamon icing and then a pie but Iâve done that for 3 years now#I will probably do 2 of these because a whole pie pumpkin gives so much#I really want to make muffins and bread and cake#but I can only choose 2#but I think you might be right#Iâve just had enough of the cookies for a few years#love you bestie#whoever the heck you are
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Noisy Neighbor pt. 2
pt. 2 to this request
@watermelonslut
lando norris x neighbor!reader
Ever since that night, things between you and Lando had changed for the better. Now, when you passed each other in the hall, you no longer felt irritated. Youâd even watched a few F1 races to see if he really was as good as he said. When he was away, he texted to "check in on his apartment" but always ended up steering the conversation toward how you were doing.
You werenât sure what to make of this new dynamic. On one hand, Lando was undeniably attractive and fun to be around. But as a new F1 fan, youâd read the headlinesâplayboy, cocky, self-centered. So, for now, you convinced yourself to keep things friendly, neighborly. At least, thatâs what you kept telling yourself.
On Friday morning, you were gearing up for a focused workday when a knock at the door interrupted you.
"Can I help you?" you asked, puzzled to see a delivery guy holding a coffee and pastry bag from the cafe down the street.
"Delivery for Y/N," he said, extending the bag toward you.
"I didnât order anything," you replied, confused.
"Looks like it was ordered by a Lando Norris," he clarified, checking the receipt, and you felt a warm flutter in your chest.
Reluctantly, you took the bag, smiling as you closed the door. Peeking inside, you saw a slice of pumpkin breadâyour favorite.
Y/N: Thanks for the pick-me-up. Is this a pre-apology for something you're doing tonight?
LN: MaybeâŠ
Y/N: What time are you back?
LN: Around 5. Having a few friends over, so you've been warned.
Y/N: Define âa few.â
LN: No comment.
Y/N: :|
LN: You should stop by, though.
Y/N: Weâll see.
After a productive day, you spent the evening cleaning up your apartment, knowing Landoâs party would soon start across the hall. By 7 p.m., the music was already thumping. With a sigh, you changed into something a bit more casual yet presentable, then headed over.
When Lando opened the door, grinning at you in a black T-shirt and sweats, you couldnât help but smile.
"Hey," he greeted, pulling you inside. After a quick introduction to his friends, he whisked you to the kitchen. "Want something to drink?"
"Sure," you replied, eyeing the crowd. Youâd guess around 20 people were mingling, laughing, and enjoying the music. Lando handed you a drink, and after one sip, you grimaced.
"This is terrible," you laughed, and he chuckled.
"It grows on you. Trust me."
Just then, a voice called his name, and he slipped away, leaving you to nurse the mystery drink. A familiar voice behind you made you spin around.
âY/N? Is that you?â It was Maggie, an old friend from college.
You squealed, pulling her into a hug. "What are you doing here?"
âI could ask the same thing!â she said, surprised. "Iâm here on vacation."
Laughing, you replied, "I live in Monaco now, right across the hall from Lando. How do you know him?"
âWe have mutual friends,â she explained as you moved to the balcony, catching up.
A couple of hours (and a few more of Landoâs terrible concoctions) later, you were feeling it. While chatting with one of his friends in the living room, two arms wrapped around your waist, and you felt Landoâs warmth at your back.
"Hi," he murmured, his breath tickling your ear.
You giggled, glancing up at him. "Hi."
"Having fun?" he asked, a playful look in his eyes.
"Tons, but I am very drunk," you admitted, laughing.
He chuckled, turning you to face him, his eyes softening. âYouâre so pretty,â he slurred, making you blush.
"So are you," you shot back, and he shook his head.
"No, Iâm handsome, not pretty," he argued, pouting as you tilted your head in mock thought.
"Nope, I think you're pretty," you teased, earning an exaggerated eye roll. Just then, someone called for him, and he grabbed your hand, pulling you back to the living room. But instead of letting you go, he settled you right in his lap on the couch.
âMuch better,â he said with a smirk, his arms snug around you. You settled in, joining the conversation and enjoying his friendsâ company. Someone brought over a round of shots, and things became a bit of a blur after that.
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The next morning, you woke with a pounding headache and a desperate need for water. Blinking, you realized you were in Landoâs room, the man himself snoring softly beside you. Glancing down, you blushedâsomehow, youâd ended up in just your tank top and underwear.
Leaning over him to grab a water bottle from the nightstand, you accidentally woke him.
"What time is it?" he asked groggily.
"10," you replied, wincing at the brightness of your phone.
Sitting up, he smiled at you sleepily before his eyes widened.
âWhatâs wrong?â you asked, confused.
âUmm⊠how much do you remember from last night?â
You tried to think back. "Last thing I remember is tequila shots. Did we⊠hook up?â
âNo,â he replied, blushing. âClose, but⊠no.â
âThen whatâs the big deal?â you asked, watching as he flicked his eyes down from your eyes. Moving over to the mirror, you gasped.
âAre you fucking serious, Lando?â you said, glaring at him with a mix of amusement and annoyance.
He smirked. âYou asked for it.â
Looking closer, you saw multiple hickeys around your collarbone, deep purple marks trailing down toward your chest.
"Hope you're happy," you said, shooting him a glare in the mirror.
âQuite,â he replied cheekily, âbut you blue-balled me, so weâre even.â
âI did?â you asked, eyebrows raised.
He laughed. "Yeah, we made out on the couch for a while, and when I brought you in here, you were asleep by the time I turned around."
"Oops," you replied with a smirk. "Iâm starving.â
âLetâs get some food, then,â he said, tossing you one of his hoodies. "I think Max is still passed out on the couch. He can join us."
You threw on the hoodie and your leggings, and sure enough, Max was slumped on the couch in the living room. Lando woke him, and the three of you headed out.
Luckily, youâd thought to grab a hat and sunglasses, feeling the effects of the night before. Landoâs hand rested on your thigh as he drove, and you rolled your eyes at Maxâs cheeky grin. The restaurant was only a few minutes away, and you could barely wait to dig into the menu.
Suddenly, a girl approached your table. Lando looked up, assuming she was a fan, but her gaze was on you, her face alight with excitement.
âIâm a huge fan of your books!â she exclaimed, trying to contain her excitement. You smirked as Landoâs face fell, while Max burst into laughter.
âThank you so much!â you said, grinning. âWhich oneâs your favorite?â
âThe first in the trilogy,â she replied. âI love Axel. Actually, I have it with meâwould you mind signing it?â
âOf course!â you said, signing her book. âI really appreciate the support.â
After the fan left, Lando still looked stunned, and you couldnât help but tease him.
"Looks like Iâm not the only one with fans," you said, nudging him playfully.
He shook his head, chuckling. âYeah, yeah⊠maybe I need to read this trilogy of yours.â
Max leaned in with a grin. âOh, you should. Axelâs way cooler than you.â
You rolled your eyes, but when you glanced over, you noticed Landoâs gaze lingering on you. His smile softened as he reached for your hand under the table, lacing his fingers with yours. Surprised, you met his eyes, which were warmer than youâd ever seen.
âIâm glad you came over last night,â he said quietly, almost like a confession.
Blushing, you squeezed his hand. âMe too.â
The rest of the breakfast was filled with laughter and playful banter, but every so often, youâd catch each otherâs eye and share a small, secret smile. When it was time to leave, Lando slipped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close as you walked back to the car.
As he drove you home, he kept glancing over, as if he couldnât help but steal little glimpses of you. Finally, he broke the silence, his voice soft.
âDo you think we could go out some time? Maybe for dinner?â
Heart fluttering, you smiled and looked at him. âIâd like that.â
Lando grinned, reaching over to squeeze your hand.
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Conversation I had with a friend:
"Fuck, I'd suck a dick for some pumpkin bread rn"
"Bet? I'll go to the store if you're not lying"
And now I'm imagining twst boys hearing MC saying "I'd suck dick for (insert thing)" and scrambling to be the first one to get it for them
Omg you could never say that around Azul because heâll want you to put it in writing, which heâll then conveniently remind you of when he decides to cash in on those words of yours. :)
Or Ace and Deuce who are aiming to be the first one to retrieve said item for you. The two of them standing in line at Samâs shop and pushing each other constantly, insisting that he was first in line.
I feel like characters like Jamil would give you this look đ€š and say something like, âIs it really that serious?â But he wonât admit it would be nice to see if thereâs any truth to that statement of yours⊠especially if itâs food you want. Because Jamil likes you so much heâll cook for you. So will Floyd, but then Floyd doesnât need a reason to cook for his Shrimpy. Getting his dick sucked for doing a good job and providing for Shrimpy is just bonus points.
Epel will move mountains if it means he can get head from you. You want something? Heâll get it. Please suck his dick in return. OTL not that heâll be that desperate about it. Even so, he does find what it is you wanted relatively quickly, so quickly that itâs amusing.
Kalim probably doesnât even register the part about getting head. He just hears you want [insert item here] and heâs immediately going to get it, order it, buy it, etc for you. Why settle for just one when you can have multiple? In fact, heâs one call away from buying the entire business that produces said item if thatâs what you want. Please stop him before he does something wild. >_<
Or Silver!!!! He doesnât understand what you mean at first. You would repay his gesture byâŠsucking his dick? As in, the thing people might do when theyâre in love or physically attracted to each other? He doesnât get flustered by it. Rather, he just nods. If thatâs how youâd like to return the favor, he wonât mind. And of course he genuinely means that. There is no ulterior motive hidden behind that. Heâs so sweet.
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when you're feeling weak, i'll be the words if you can't speak
pairing: chan x reader (i wrote it with idol!chan or producer!chan in mind, but it can fit any au, really) genre/warnings: er, angst, hurt/comfort, implied suffering w depression and anxiety. reader is feeling off and insecure. also kinda going almost non verbal author's note: a short lil songfic ig coz it's inspired by Isak Danielson â I Can't Lose You. basically channie being a comfort boyfie material
to put it simply, you were never not anxious or insecure. but stepping into the big adult life, you sort of learned to conceal it well, even from your own self. the fake it till you make it thing, and you could even say you've "made it" with a small exception of the days where your brain and your entire nervous system randomly circled back to your default settings. "so what are you gonna eat, baby?" chan asks with a cheerful soft tone, glancing over the menu and then back at you.
today's a good day. you haven't been too overwhelmed with work, nothing out of the ordinary happened. so naturally, a pinch of guilt somewhere deep in your guts makes you feel like a bother to be around, and today â for no good reason.
"are you okay?" he notices your slightly spaced out gaze when you're trying to read the menu but not really reading, more like frowning and getting nervous.
"yeah.. no. no, i don't know," you murmur barely audibly, losing your focus for the tenth time in a span of the last five minutes. brain fog takes over, making your vision blurrier than normal and your thinking all floaty and hazy. as if you're looking at the world through dirty lenses, but also the lights are too bright and your surroundings are loud.
"i dunno, i just..." can't even speak for myself today and choose a meal and say it out loud because suddenly everything is embarrassing and difficult.
chris looks slightly worried because you might be in pain or feeling unwell, but nothing hurts except your pride. because you're a big girl, you have been for years, and now you want to cry on the spot because you can't choose between pasta and soup all of a sudden. it makes you feel even more stupid.
"can you please choose and order for me today? my brain just can't," you try to explain, visibly stressed and overwhelmed by a simple mundane task, "i want somethin' warm and filling," you specify to make it easier for chan.
he doesn't make a big deal out of it, just nods and meets you with a gentle 'course, baby. he then talks to the waiter and makes sure they don't ask you anything which feels like a relief. sometimes it's nice to feel invisible, especially in a vulnerable state.
after the horrifying deed is over with, chris leans in a little closer to be able to speak in a softer, quieter voice.
"d'you wanna just have dinner in silence and head home?" he asks while massaging your palm with his fingers soothingly, so calm and nonchalant as if you didn't just obsess over the smallest thing to the point of making yourself filled with shame and insecurity.
that's how chris always does it. by showing you that whatever it is that's bothering you is not a burden to him. he's got you. it's okay if you want or rather need him to do something for you. he's happy to be your strong shoulder to lean onto and not think about a single thing while he takes care of whatever it is at the time.
"yeah. or you can tell me about your day and stuff. i wanna know and i'm okay with listening. just not... responding, maybe?" you give him an awkward smile as he nods understandingly and plants a little kiss on the back of your hand. a modern gentleman and a caring lover.
somewhere in the middle of a story about how cubase was lagging and almost crashed mid producing session today, the waiter brings your meals. it's two pumpkin cream soups, some grilled and seasoned breads and a fresh greek salad to share.
oh, to be loved like this.
your stomach growls at the smell of food, and a bright proud smile is instantly painted over chan's features.
#bang chan#bang chan x reader#bang chan x female reader#chan x you#chan x reader#bang chan x you#skz x you#skz x reader#skz fanfic#stray kids fanfic#stray kids bang chan#stray kids imagines#chan x y/n#chan x female reader#bang chan x y/n#my fic#my writing#stray kids x you#stray kids x reader
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Baking traditions - Q.Hughes
Summary: Noticing that youâre homesick, Quinn makes sure to include some of your autumn traditions.
The second of my Autumn & Halloween blurbs! How could I resist this slice of domestic life with Quinn?
Word Count: 778 words
Tagging: @fallinallincurls @starshine-hockey-girl @lam-ila @kurlyteuvo @tonyspep
@cixrosie
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âBabe? Whatâs all this?â
When youâd gotten home from work that evening, you hadnât expected your kitchen counters to be covered with ingredients.
Your boyfriend just smiled a little sheepishly, but shrugged innocently.
âI wanted to surprise you,â Quinn said simply.
âWhen congratulations, Iâm surprised,â you mused.
Quinn just laughed, cheeks a little pink with blush as he leaned down to kiss you in greeting.
âHey,â he murmured.
âHey yourself,â you murmured back.
He smiled sweetly, pecking your lips in another kiss before standing upright again.
âI know youâve been missing homeâŠâ
Well that was blunt. Quinn wasnât wrong though. Youâd moved to Vancouver to live with Quinn and take your relationship to the next level only six months ago â and while everything had been fairytale-levels of amazing, that didnât mean there werenât stumbling blocks. Like your homesickness, that youâd thought youâd done a good job of hiding.
ââŠand I just wanted to do something to cheer you up. I called your mom, and she said that you love baking in the Autumn, like all the spices and stuff are your favourite, so I thought maybe we could bake together?â
His voice trailed off in a hopeful embarrassment, but it was all you could do not to cry. This man. How were you gifted a man like this? Quinn noticed the tears in your eyes and immediately groaned.
âYou hate it. This is making your homesickness even worse. Iâm so dumb, Iâm sorry, I-â
âQuinn, no, youâre not dumb at all. Youâre the sweetest man ever. I love this idea,â you interrupted, laughing a little watery with a big smile.
The relief that spread across his face was immediate and dramatic.
âReally?â he asked.
âReally really,â you nodded, âWhat are we making?â
âI thought weâd try something easy? Chocolate chip pumpkin banana bread?â he said, âI found a recipe online that looked okay and I double checked with your mom too.â
So sweet.
âThat sounds amazing, Quinn. Are we baking now?â
âIt takes an hour to bake in the oven so I figured we could order take out now and eat dinner while we wait for the banana bread to cook?â he suggested.
Your man with a plan.
âThat sounds great to me, baby, thank you. Iâll get changed out of my work clothes and we can start?â
âIâll order dinner while you get changed,â he added, smiling.
In no time at all you were back in the kitchen in comfy sweats and an old t-shirt, take-out order being processed, while Quinn scrolled through his ipad for the recipe he saved.
âOkay, so first off, weâve got to mash all these bananas. Shall I do that while you measure out the dry ingredients?â
You nodded, smiling up at him as you reached for a mixing bowl heâd already put on the kitchen counter. You whisked together the flour, pumpkin pie spice, cinnamon, dark chocolate chips, baking soda, baking powder & salt, and after mashing the bananas, in a separate mixing bowl Quinn whisked together the oil, sugars, eggs & vanilla extract until no lumps remained.
âThatâs lump free, right?â he frowned, peering down into his bowl.
You glanced over and nodded. âYeah that looks great baby.â
Quinn beamed back at you.
âNow weâve just to combine the bananas into my bowl with a cup of pumpkin puree, before carefully stirring your dry ingredients mix into my bowl too,â he explained.
Somehow the two of you managed all of that without making too much mess.
âLast step is pouring it into the lined loaf cake tin and baking it for an hour. I already pre-heated the oven so we should be good to go?â
After youâd combined all the ingredients, Quinnâs face was as serious as youâd ever seen it as he carefully carried the loaf tin over to your oven, and you tried to hide your smile as you opened the oven for him.
He really cared, didnât he? He cared so much.
âIâll set a timer for an hour. I donât want it to get burnt,â he frowned.
âItâs going to be amazing, I already know,â you said softly, resting a hand on his chest.
His frown softened to a sweet smile. âI just want this to be good for you.â
âThe fact that we did this together is what made this good for me. The cake itself is an added bonus,â you said, smiling up at him.
A light blush spread across his cheeks and he nodded, sliding his arms around your waist to hold you closer to him.
âAs long as youâre happy, Iâm happy,â he said warmly.
âWith you, how can I not be?â
#my writing#lauren's autumn and halloween blurbs#quinn hughes imagine#quinn hughes x reader#quinn hughes fic#quinn hughes fanfic#nhl fic#nhl imagine#hockey fic#hockey imagine
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Fall Baking
pairing: eddie munson / gf! reader
synopsis: it was finally fall. more rain, more sweaters. this also meant the return of the infamous, âHawkins Fair.â eddie could care less about it really, but you were ecstatic.
warnings: none, fluff only!
A/N: im baking like crazy right now so this automatically came to my head. Iâm ready to drown in pumpkin bread and warm coffee.
Eddie knew you loved the fall.
When the leafs started to turn, the weather getting colder and sbittier than normal, yeah, that was when that thing happened to your eyes.
Theyâd get all shiny and well, cute.
He was the opposite. He could do without the hindrance of rain bearing against him anytime he wanted to take out the trash or walk to the corner store.
But seeing you so happy about little sprinkles of condensation made the man weak.
So he detested the cold weather a little less for you.
And you know what the cold weather brought?
Fall excursions.
Aka: The Fair.
âGuys, youâre not gonna believe this!â Slamming your lunch down on the table, your body molded against his in one solid motion.
Eddie grunted out in surprise, but it didnât stop you from talking about the surprise you had in store.
âThe fair is coming back!â
Only stares were given, Gaven looked over at Jeff who was returning the same empty, confused look.
Eddie jumped in with a clearing of his throat, being the best boyfriend ever he had to save the day, right?
âNo way, baby!â
âWay!â You giggled, relaxing into Eddies hold as you dug out the celery sticks in your little box.
âAnd, the school is accepting student stalls, thatâs gonna be so much fun!â
âWhy is that funâ ow!â With a harsh kick to Gavinâs knee, Eddie changed the subject.
âThatâs cool babe, you could do a baking themed one. Your treats are to dieeeee for.â
âOh yeah! Been a while since I got the iconic Mrs. Munson brownies,â Gavin sighed out. Already imagining the pillowy, chocolaty goodness that was always oozing with warmth.
âThatâs not what I named them.â You laughed, âBuuuut if you boys help me out with the stall I promise to bake one thing if your choosing!â
This garnered the attention of the hellfire club fast. Eddie was almost jealous at how entranced you got everyone.
âAnything?â
âCan you do cakes?â
âOoooh the brownieees!â Almost everyone talked over one another, already fantasizing about the treats theyâll ask for.
âUhhhh babe?â Eddies rings were cold against your thighs, your dark green skirt rid up against the tops of his legs, showcasing your pretty and soft skin.
âMhm?â You replied, already turning towards your wild haired boyfriend.
âAnd what do I get? I mean I love your baking, obviously! but I can get that anytime.â
That was⊠true.
Damn it you thought you had everyone sinched into the plan. But of course Eddie would try to sneak something else into play.
âWell ummm,â he stumped you this time.
Furrowing your brows, you bit lightly on the inside of your cheek. Thoroughly searching your brain for anything Eddie might approve of.
Clothes? No, Eddie only wore his favorite staples anyway. Maybe you could offer to clean his room? No, you just did that last weekend when he was too busy snoring on the couch.
Think, think!â
âI knooow what I want.â
You knew that tone. That deep drawl that makes his voice come out in a low, teasing hush.
Eddie indicated you closer with just a wag of his index finger.
You felt the weight of his breath hit the side of your face, warm and light.
âI want,â he breathed in this time, dragging his lips closer and closer until they brushed against the side of your jaw.
âYou, to spend the night, every nite this week.â
âEddie!â Rolling your orbs you pushed his face away. âThatâs kinda impossible. You know how my parents areââ
âPretty please, sweetheart? Itâs been forever!â
âI just spent the night on saturday!â
âThat was literally forever ago.â
âEddie.â Your fingers brushed with his temple, lightly pushing against them.
âThat was two days ago.â
He only shook his head in rebuttal, moving his legs until your frame was once again close to his.
âMy point still stands. Forever ago! And you need my help, who will keep these idiots in check?â
âHey!â A few club mates responded back, but quickly went into their own baking conversations.
âNot all week. Two days,â
âThree!â Eddie challenged. With a mocking squint to your eyes you huffed out a breath.
âFine! You win. Three days.â
âYes!â Eddie cheered, smothering a sloppy kiss on your cheek and raised a hand to high five Gavin.
What a dork.
âYou wonât regret this baby. I just got new snacks, cleaned my roomââ
âYou cleaned your room?â
Eddie cleared his throat and his long fingers came up to play with the loose hair around your neck.
âWell.. no, but itâs still clean from when you did itâ ouch!â
Grabbing the manâs soft cheek, you began to pull.
âHey hey, easy easy, I was just joking!ââ
âSooooo funny, Eddie.â Laughing, you watched as his fingers came up to the pinched spot, rubbing it with a soft tenderness like you had plucked the skin right off his face.
Grabbing at your celery you joined into the groups conversation. Trying to remember each and every goodie the gang wanted you to bake.
This is gonna be a long week.
But at least itâs fall, right?
âŠ.
Right..?
#fluff#x reader#fanfiction#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader#eddie x you#eddie x reader#eddie#eddie munson#stranger things x you#stranger things x reader#stranger things imagine#stranger things#joseph quinn x reader#joseph quinn#netflix series
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CozyTober Day 7: Fresh Baked Goods
Bucky Barnes x wife!reader
wc: 0.9k
warnings: anxiety induced baking
an: this was one of my favorites and now I have a few more ideas of what I should bake this month hehe. Reblog if you enjoyed, I'll see you tomorrow for Day 8!
Since you were old enough to use the stove unsupervised baking has been your main way to get rid of stress. The way that it captured all your focus and kept your hands busy made it the prime choice for distraction in moments of chaos.Â
When finals week would roll around you would be drowning in all sorts of breads, cookies, muffins, and pastries. You had resorted to donating them to a local soup kitchen whenever you could, or forcing them off on your friends, teachers whoever would take them really.
The habit had not broken in adulthood, though you were now more mindful about other ways to cope, when the stress got to be a little too much you resorted to finding a new recipe and firing up the oven.Â
And your husband going on two week-long missions where he wasnât allowed to contact you was a great example of the stress becoming too much. Currently, the little kitchen in the townhome the two of you had bought together last year was absolutely covered in all kinds of goodies. You had some pumpkin rolls, several batches of apple cinnamon muffins, caramel apple cookies, apple turnovers, and some pumpkin and chocolate chip loaf.Â
You were rolling out the four sheets of pie dough you had prepared for the various flavors of filling that are currently cooling in your fridge. Suffice to say that you had overdone it but you really had nothing else to do.Â
You had finished all the cleaning there was to do the first week he had been gone, and you didnât want to mindlessly watch the shows on your list because you promised Bucky you wouldnât watch them without him. You had gone through your entire closet and pulled out things you could donate, you had asked for more tasks from work and then promptly finished all of those too.Â
You had nothing to distract yourself, so you resorted to baking. You knew the treats would get eaten, either by your husbandâs team or the people at your own work if they were left in the breakroom. But youâre not really sure how much longer this can go on before itâs considered an actual problem.
Luckily and unbeknownst to you, you wouldnât have anything to be worried about in a few hours, because your husband would walk through your front door.Â
Bucky hated blackout missions, not only did he think the whole concept was paranoid and that was a lot coming from him, but he had people to miss now. He had ties to the real world, ones he didnât feel entirely comfortable abandoning for two weeks even if youâd talked about it before he left.
He worked hard to get the job done as soon as possible and told Ross to shove it when the general had asked him to stick around for one more day so he could complete the mission debrief. That was Samâs job anyway, the type of bureaucratic responsibility that came along with the stars and stripes plastered across his chest.Â
So he shed himself off his mission gear, changed into his civvies, and hopped on his motorcycle. He didn't wait a second before revving it up and coming home to you.Â
He did not expect however to open the door and be assaulted with the smell of cinnamon, nutmeg, and clove. He sighed and shook his head with a smile, mentally preparing himself for the sight of his kitchen being turned into a bakery.
You didnât hear the door open, too busy humming along to the Fred Astaire record spinning on the table in the corner. You didnât notice Bucky slipping off his boots or hanging up his jacket. You didnât hear the padding of his feet as he made his way to the kitchen and you didnât notice when he propped himself up against the door frame and took in the sight of your baking breakdown.
You did however hear his slightly teasing lilt of âHoney, Iâm home.âÂ
You spin to face the voice and let out an undignified squeal. You spin around looking for a place where you can set the hot pan in your hand and give up, practically throwing it back into the oven before taking a running start and launching yourself at him
His deep chuckle blesses your ears and you dig your nose into his chest taking a big breath of something that can only be described as Bucky.Â
âYouâre home!â yelled muffled by his chest.
He ran a hand down the back of your head over his hand, âYou baked.â
You pull back and look sheepishly at him, hoping that the kisses you scatter across his face will distract him from the abundance of carbs behind you.
It doesnât work. The two of you eat muffins for breakfast every day for the next two weeks, Bucky takes some of the treats to the base with him and says the trainees are grateful but that the sugar makes them annoying. You bring some of whatâs left to your own work and are met with a bunch of thank you e-mails and even a thank you coffee from the nice older woman who sits three desks away from you. The rest you bring to the childrenâs hospital the next time the two of you visit, sweets are always a hit there.
Bucky does ban you from the kitchen for three weeks after though, afraid youâll get the urge again and heâll have to add a few more hours of gym time to his routine to burn off all the carbs heâs been eating.
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welcome to the bakery
currently playing; the bakery by melanie martinez "pack it, box it, flip it, top it... the bakery, i'm tryna make some more"
this was inspired by @bunnys-kisses so go check out their page, such incredible stuff <3
when you request, please make sure to let me know if it's from my smut prompts or my soft ones [soft request prompts are still in the works]
hey lovely, how can i help? may i take your order? what do you feel like today? personally i'm in need of some iced tea and all you have to do is pick a dessert, drink and server of your choosing please, please, please don't forget to indicate who you want me to write about!! also please keep in mind that i haven't written anything in a while so it might take a bit for me to back into the groove of it. <3
the bakeries i currently have open are: formula one, resident evil, bridgerton and criminal minds, just for now.[but i am open to any other fandoms you might have in mind! please do not hesitate to ask!!]
the servers i'm currently writing for include; charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lewis hamiltion, pierre gasly, lando norris, max verstappen, oscar piastri, leon kennedy, carlos oliveria, chris redfield, anthony bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, colin bridgerton, spencer reid, aaron hotchner and luke alvez.
i do also accept polyam relationships! [pairing + reader] but only three people just to make it manageable on my end!
all orders can be made to the inbox for @jude-duarte-wannabe and i'll get your order together when i can also let me know if you want your order to...
be extra hot; real smutty or have sweetener; extra fluffy
let me know if want to be added to my taglist by commenting <3 followed by the person.
the bakery menu;
pound cake; "i can be rough and i don't want to hurt you"
churro's; "does my sweet boy need comforting"
cheese scone; "let your brother find out, i don't fucking care"
mille-feuille; "that's it, shit, such a good fucking girl"
cinnamon buns; "no promises"
gingerbread; "i mean i would totally make out with her/him but like platonically, you know"
baguette; "give me a minute, i really need to tickle the shit out of you"
pretzel; "i was never meant to fall for you"
cornbread; "you taste really good"
strawberry shortcake; "he's so cute, i really want to bite him"
soda bread; "wait a second... am i your lockscreen'
focaccia; "i could beat the shit out of you" "i know"
choux pastry; "i can't believe i ever loved you"
pumpkin muffin; "shut up... my girls asleep"
dinner roll; "holy shit, you still love him/her"
cakepop; "goodnight to my future wife, fuck the rest of you"
pull apart bread; "i love you"
souffle; "i'll be gentle"
powdered doughnuts; "marry me"
s'more; "the accent got to you, didn't it"
waffles; "you spill a single fucking drop and we're starting again"
shortbread biscuits; "if he pisses me off again, i'm fucking his girl"
red velvet cupcake; "does he know that i cum deep inside his little angel'
pancakes; "no, we can't, not here"
coffee cake; "i need to breed you"
french toast; "i don't think it'll fit"
crepes; "go back to sleep, you don't need to be awake for this sweetcheeks"
sweet pastry; "i'm trying to get you pregnant, now shut up and let me concentrate"
butter tart; "stop, don't fake it"
sugar pie; "stop wriggling"
zebra cake; "i'll make it fit"
carrot cake; "dirty girl"
date scone; "i'm going to make you a mama and your going to make me a daddy"
cookie; "do you feel that, how fucking deep i am"
brownie; "no fucking touching"
cheesecake; "don't yell at me"
pumpkin pie; "are you nibbling on me"
chocolate cake; "i'll use protection, i promise"
spice pie; "i wonder if your brother know that i cum inside you"
apple crumble; "i can't do this while you cat/dog is watching"
sausage roll; "i hate being your secret"
blueberry slice; "but what if somebody see's"
mushroom pie; "that looks like it hurt"
apple tart; "what do you mean you want me to choke you"
lemon slice; "i forget how small you are sometimes"
swiss roll; "your glasses are fogging up"
truffle; "send me an audio of you moaning"
oaty slice; "you smell like me"
cream puff; "this ends when your pregnant"
custard slice; "no hiding your face"
victoria sponge; "you wanna hold my hand"
english muffin; "i could die between these legs"
bagel; "where you going, this ain't over"
banana bread; "i can't believe you broke my bed"
hot cross buns; "i'll pay for the damages"
apple turnover; "can you keep it down"
fudge; "what do you mean noise complaint"
peach cake; "i've never done this"
tiramisu; "how could you be so stupid"
crumb cake; "nobody has to know"
custard tart; "you gonna let me cum inside"
date pudding; "your going to let me rawdog you, oh fuck"
mince pie; "so fucking dumb"
angel food cake; "did you just squirt, since when could you do that"
savory scroll; "stop stressing, i'm not going to post it"
chocolate chip cookie; "did you just call me pretty boy"
croissant; "don't you dare"
elcairs; "don't, leave them on"
chocolate mousse; "i'm sorry"
boston cream pie; "fuck it's dripping down your legs"
and to drink;
coffee; somnophilia kink
tea; semi public
juice; breeding kink
mocha; daddy kink
peppermint tea; mommy kink
vodka shot; rough sex
sparkling water; gentle sex
oat milk; one night stand
soy milk; friends with benefits
coconut milk; friends to lovers
almond milk; grumpy x sunshine
energy drink; doggy style
turmeric latte; fake dating
cold brew; possessive
espresso shot; dirty talking
chamomile tea; choking kink
glass of water; aftercare
herbal tea; soft but only for you
milkshake; size kink
pina colada; pregnancy
matcha latte; mixed with smau
cider; body worship
mai tai; loss of virginity
margarita; unprotected sex
chai; biting or hickeys [please let me know which]
earl grey; big cock
tonic water; age gap
soda; protected sex
root beer; caught in the act
americano; oral sex
whiskey; degrading language
vitamin water; dom/sub dynamics
irish coffee; drunk sex
lemon water; secret relationship
dark roast; sub character
hot chocolate; sub reader
iced tea; accentally leaking relationship
flat white; brothers best friend
iced latte; best friends brother
iced mocha latte; plus sized reader
smoothie; belly bulge
doppio coffee; wall sex
green tea; spiting kink
cortado; belly kisses
affogato; a bet
lemon ginger tea; single mom/dad
berry smoothie; accidental pregnancy
sunshine smoothies; fake dating
cappuccino; secret baby
rice milk; baby fever
cashew milk; somebody flirts with your bf/gf
iced chai; forehead kisses
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A Dash of Spice and Everything Nice
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Mob!Bucky AU)
Word Count: 2,375
Summary: Every year you bake for the local charity event Bucky hosts- he might be the boss but he takes care of those in need-and this time you get some extra help.
Author's Note: This is for my ongoing Kinktober celebration and my absolute love for Mob!Bucky- he is one of my kinks forever. You all know how I love him soft and sweet but still in charge. Hope you enjoy, thank you all so much for reading! Much love always â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžDivider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisyđ„°
Warnings: it's soft and sweet and fluffy and spicy, reader is sassafrass and Bucky loves it, baking is involved but he really wants to eat something else...o-r-al, p i-n- the-v.
Kinktober Masterlist 2023
Before the front door of the house even closes you hear Buckyâs voice.
âWow doll face. Smells so good in here.â
He walks into the kitchen and you rush into his outstretched arms. He cradles your face in his large hands, letting his eyes wander over your features before slowly bringing your lips to his. The kiss starts out soft and sweet but in the next moment he has you pinned against the refrigerator, his hand tugging at the tie of your apron.
âWait, wait,â you whisper along his lips. âI have muffins about to come out of the oven and bread that needs to go in.â
âAnd Iâve missed you all day,â he counters, giving you a boyish smirk.
âMm, missed you too,â you purr, kissing the corner of his mouth.
You slip from his grasp and flit around the kitchen, checking timers and dough.
The timer goes off seconds later and you pull the muffins from the oven, checking their readiness before sliding in the pan of chocolate pumpkin bread.
âThere,â you say with a contented sigh. âNow for the cookies.â
Youâre reaching up for a measuring cup when you feel him at your back, his lips skimming the shell of your ear with his whispered words. âDo you plan on baking all night doll?â
An involuntary shiver runs across your skin and you lean back into his embrace.
âNo,â you gasp, craning your neck to the side when his lips meet your shoulder and he trails kisses along your throat. âBut these have to be ready for the bake sale tomorrow and a little help will make it go faster.â
He stops, his lips still pressed to your skin.
âBucky?â you ask with a smile in your voice.
âFine doll. Iâll help you bake but as soon as weâre done we do what I want.â
You turn in his arms and dance your fingers up his suit jacket. âDonât we always?â
His lips brush yours before his kiss and he quickly has you in his arms, lifting you onto the countertop.
âBucky,â you admonish, your voice hardly stern and instead breathy and desperate.
âI know, I know,â he groans.
He steps back and runs a hand through his hair. âWhat should I do?â
You giggle as you slide off the counter.
âFirst of all,â you say, sauntering toward him. âYou have to take off some of these clothes. Wouldnât want you getting any flour on your Dior.â
His eyebrows raise. âThink Iâm going to like baking.â
You playfully roll your eyes even as you start to gently push his suit jacket from his shoulders. Once itâs off you carefully drape it over the back of the chair and start to work on his button down.
With deft fingers you undo the first few buttons, smoothing your fingertips along his skin.
âDo you want me to get you a tee shirt?â you ask as you continue, pushing the sides of his shirt open to run your nails over his abs.
âDo you want to get me a tee shirt?â he teases back.
âNo.â
You slowly remove his shirt and hang it over his suit jacket.
When you reach for his belt buckle he stops you with a firm hand on your wrist.
âDoll,â he warns. âYou expect me to help you bake after all this?â
âYou have to. I canât show up to the event without my baked goodiesâŠwhat will I tell everyone?â
âThat your husband spent the whole night fucking your brains out and you didnât have any time to bake,â he states with finality.
You lift your eyes from his flexing abs. âAnd theyâll all be too scared to say a word about it but then I wonât raise any money for our charity.â
Your pouty lips are too hard to resist and he takes your chin between his fingers, dragging your mouth to his for a heated kiss.
When he stops your eyes remain closed, your lashes fluttering against your cheeks as you sway on your feet.
âWe just have to make two batches of cookies,â you whisper, still savoring his lips.
Your eyes open and you continue working on his belt. Once it hangs loosely at his hips you unbutton his pants and then pull the zipper down, revealing his patterned boxer briefs.
You drop to your knees and start to tug each pant leg off.
âFuck doll,â he croons. âYou always look so good on your knees for me.â
You look up at him and nibble your bottom lip. âYouâre not making this any easier, you know.â
âIâm not trying to,â he smirks. âAnd this was your idea.â
As you stand you glide your fingers along his thighs, reaching up to kiss him when you say, âleave your socks on. Your feet will get cold.â
He chuckles and adjusts himself in his boxers, the outline of his arousal prominent in the tight fabric.
âYouâre worried about my feet?â
You give him a look before sashaying out of the kitchen and returning moments later with his slippers. When you drop them at his feet he slides them on with a wry smile.
âYouâre sassy when you bake Mrs. Barnes. I like it.â
âDonât get any more ideas and get over there and read me that recipe,â you say as you shake your whisk his way with a no nonsense look.
âMm bossy too,â he hums.
âYeah, yeahâŠâ you mutter, playfully glaring now. âAnd youâre just letting me do it because you like it.â
âObviously,â he replies, holding your stare even as the corners of his eyes crinkle in delight.
âRecipe Barnes,â you repeat.
He blows you a kiss and then peers down at the paper, squinting his eyes before bringing it closer to his face. His mouth opens as he turns to you but before he can even get the question out you have his glasses in your hand and youâre holding them out for him.
âThanks doll face,â he beams with a knowing smile, then looks back at the recipe. âOk so first we needâŠâ
Once you have the batter ready Bucky stands behind you at the counter, his arms on either side of you while he mixes and you watch.
You wiggle your ass into him and giggle when he growls and pins you with his hips.
âYouâre not behaving,â he states.
âWho said anything about behaving?â you ask and do it again.
He stops mixing and grabs your waist. âDoll,â he warns.
You hum quietly and take the spatula to continue, ignoring his groans.
âIs it time to taste test?â he asks as he slides his finger toward the bowl.
âNO!â you shout and slap his hand. âItâs raw!â
âOw,â he whines, making you laugh.
âOw my ass! Come on, letâs get these on the pan and in the oven.â
âCan I at least taste something else?â he asks, his eyes sparkling with mischief and his hands pawing at your leggings.
âAfter,â you answer, trying to stop the tremble of anticipation that runs through you.
When the whole house smells of cinnamon, sugar and spice you sigh in relief and set the timer for the last time.
Bucky stalks toward you and takes you in his arms. âFinally,â he murmurs.
You flatten your palms on his chest. âNot yet. We have to clean up and wait for the cookies to come out. Otherwise, they might burn.â
His eyes darken and he holds you in place. âWeâre using the dishwasher.â
âOf course,â you say in agreement, your smile saccharine.
He loads the dishwasher in record time while you wipe down the counters and wrap up the cooled muffins and bread.
The cookie timer goes off and before you can get to the oven he has it open and is pulling the tray out.
âCookies are done!â he says.
âLet me check them. They might need another two minutes.â
You watch the muscles of his jaw flex as he clenches his teeth but he moves away so you can look them over.
You inspect each cookie carefully.
âNow youâre just trying to torture me doll.â
âTheyâre perfect,â you say after another perusal. âAnd I have to admit that it is just a little fun.â
âIs it?â he murmurs as he carefully moves the hot tray out of reach and cages you against the counter.
âMm hm,â you answer and pull his glasses off.
Your fingertips brush along his cheek and he captures your wrist, softly pressing his lips to your pulse before he kisses your palm.
âThank you for helping me.â
He nods as he continues to kiss along your skin. âFor you, alwaysâŠnow turn around.â
Your breath hitches at his tone and you do as your told, slowly turning until his hard length is pressing into your ass.
He carefully unties your apron and lifts it over your head then drops it to the floor. Your shirt follows, his knuckles lightly skimming your back as he drags the fabric up.
You tremble, goosebumps erupting across your skin at his feather light touches. He kneels and hooks his fingers into your leggings, his every movement deliberate as he peels them off and reveals more of your skin.
His hand traces the curve of your ass before he gives it a hard squeeze and bites down on your soft skin.
You let out a squeal and squirm in his grasp.
A low rumble of approval runs through him as he tugs down your panties, leaving them wrapped around your ankles.
He gently slides two fingers along your calf and then higher until he reaches your inner thigh.
âBend over and spread your legs,â he demands.
Again, you do as he says, the coolness of the counter a stark contrast to your heated skin.
Long, thick fingers tease your entrance and gather your arousal.
âSo ready for me doll,â he praises.
You push back, needing more from him but he smacks your ass, hard, and holds you still with a firm grip.
âThat doesnât mean you get what you want yet,â he simpers, his fingers gliding lightly along your folds.
âBuckyyyyy,â you whine.
His lips brush along your skin, tracing the spot where you thigh meets your ass. He moves inward, sucking and licking and leaving marks in his wake.
When his nose runs along your slit you wiggle in his hold, your repeated pleas filling the air.
He continues to tease you with soft kisses and kitten licks, just barely flicking his tongue over your clit.
With both his hands he grabs hold of your ass cheeks and spreads them, burying his nose just above your pussy so he can slide his tongue through you.
You cry out his name and grip the edge of the counter, rocking back onto his face. He slides one hand between your legs and teases your clit, just enough to have you chasing your release with a cry of his name.
Youâre still trying to catch your breath when soft hands lift you from the counter and he cradles you against his chest.
His hands wander reverently, the skim of his calloused fingertips making you clench around nothingness.
âFuck me, Bucky,â you whisper, straining against him.
He runs his nose along your neck, bringing his lips just below your ear. âSay it again,â he demands.
You lift a hand behind you and curl it into his hair, tugging him closer. âFuck me, Bucky,â you repeat, reveling in his warm breath as it caresses your skin.
His hands slide over your curves and he grips your hips. âYou have no idea what it does to me when you say those words.â
You lean into him and sigh when his cock glides through your wetness. He grabs your chin and turns your head, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet and languid kiss that only fuels your impatience.
When you moan into it, whining his name, he shifts and fills you in one slow thrust.
âOh my god,â you breathe against his lips. âBuckyâŠâ
All you can feel is him inside of you, his heated skin pressed to yours, his hands, his lips. Heâs everywhere and everything.
He deepens the kiss, sliding his hand down to the base of your neck and squeezing lightly. He groans out your name, breaking the kiss and pressing his face into your neck.
âFuck fuck, fuck,â he chants every time he pounds into you.
âMore Bucky. Harder,â you whine.
Suddenly everything is harder and deeper, the sound of skin slapping against skin mingling with your pleas for more.
You can feel the moment he starts to completely lose control, his labored breathing hot against your neck and his grip tightening as his cock thickens inside you. You finish with his name on your lips, your orgasm rushing through you, the squeeze of your walls taking him right over the edge at the same time.
His hips tense and he growls out your name.
You rest your head back against his strong chest and silently thank him for keeping you standing upright because you feel as if you could melt to the floor.
His hold is gentle when he pulls out and turns you around, his expression one of complete satisfaction as he studies you, catching your lower lip with his thumb. âYou are the most beautiful thing Iâve ever seen in my life.â
Your smile is soft as you trace the hard outline of his jaw. âI could say the same about you.â
He chuckles and pulls you closer. âNothing compares to you, doll.â
His hand slides up your back and he cups the nape of your neck, tilting your head back so he can trail kisses along your throat and collarbone.
 âI canât believe I let you finish that baking,â he whispers into your skin.
âMe either,â you giggle.
âI want more,â he murmurs as his lips find yours.
âI made an extra loaf of the chocolate pumpkin bread.â
At your deadpan words he tucks your hips against his, the feel of his hard cock making you gasp.
âThereâs that sass again,â he tsks. âGuess I didnât fuck you hard enough this time.â
âGuess not,â you mouth back.
âGood thing weâve got all night then,â he simpers.
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Creepypasta/MH - Doing Halloween Stuff With Them :)
(Characters: Tim/Masky, Eyeless Jack, Jeff the Killer, Nina the Killer, Jane the Killer, Ticci Toby)
Tim/Masky
Hear me out... corn maze
I believe that Tim enjoys a good puzzle every now and again
He loves trying to figure things out (specifically when there's nothing at risk)
Getting to show off his navigational skills is also a major plus
He just likes to impress you, even if it comes off as annoying sometimes
"See? What'd I tell you? The exit's right there."
Though he does like the satisfaction of completing the maze, what he really treasures is that time you spend together figuring it out
Once you finally find the exit, you'll celebrate with hot cocoa :D
Eyeless Jack
This man LOVES carving pumpkins
He goes all out; definitely one of those people who makes the crazy intricate designs that look like they take hours
He'll love it if you help him!
If you have a steady hand, he'll let you do the details
If you don't, he'll task you with gutting the pumpkin/handing him tools
You guys collaborate on multiple pumpkins throughout the month, setting them in random locations for everyone to see
If there's a design you want to do, just show it to him, there's no question he'll be down
If it's too simplistic, he'll try to add more details
"Ooh, Jack, look at this one. Can we try to re-create it?"
"Of course! Though I do have some ideas on how it can be improved..."
Jeff the Killer
Another pumpkin carving enjoyer
But for a different reason... a very different reason
He loves the goriness of gutting the pumpkins
He couldn't care less about making actual designs, he just wants to get messy stabbing the pumpkin and gouging out its insides
That being said, he'll 100% gut your pumpkin if you ask him (he'll probably end up doing it even if you don't ask)
It's honestly a little disturbing watching him work
He just gets this look in his eye...
"You, uh... you doing okay there, Jeff?"
"Hm? Yup! Never better!! Say, can you grab the big knife from the kitchen for me?"
Nina the Killer
You best bet she's the costume queen
Spends the whole year planning matching horror-themed costumes
She'll settle for no less than creativity and perfection
High-quality props and articles only!! She'll even make them herself if she has to!
You can expect to spend at least an hour in front of the mirror while she does your makeup/adjusts your clothes
She's an SFX makeup legend, loves incorporating as much gore into your costume as possible
Don't ask why it's so realistic (it's not like she knows how the wound would look if it was real or anything)
"Wow, Nina... It's almost like I can feel it! It's so real!"
"No, no. If you were feeling it, you would be screaming pretty loud right now."
You can also expect to attend multiple parties where you show off your costumes
You guys dominate costume competitions
Jane the Killer
Horror movies!!
Specifically, making fun of them
You both pick apart the plot, the characters, the dialogue, the special effects, everything
No horror film is safe from your scrutiny
If you're the type to get scared during horror movies, her snide comments will help distract you
"Ooh, I can't look!"
"Oh, come on. LookâI bet they used corn syrup for that fake blood. It's way too thick."
When the movie ends, you're both feeling more amused than scared
She doesn't like to see horror films in theaters because she doesn't get to make commentary, plus she doesn't want to "waste" money on a "stupid tryhard-horror flick"
She'd much rather dig up some old indie DVD/VCR and have a home movie night with you
Ticci Toby
Halloween sweets are his bread and butter
Candy apples, fun-sized candy bars, candy corn, pumpkin bread...
He would perish if you made anything homemade for him
Spends the whole month gorging on sweets almost as fast as he can get his hands on them
He will not share with anyone but you
And even you only get a small portion of his goodies
Robs at least one child on Halloween night, mostly for the candy but also because he likes scaring little kids
"Where did you get all that candy?"
"Got it from a little birdy. By that I mean a kid in Falcon cosplay."
"Toby! ... save me the (favorite candy)."
Thank you for reading! Have a good day/night my spooky pookies <33
(divider by saradika)
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Being Karasunoâs Manager
đ§đ©Miss Manager loves to Bake đȘ đ°
Karasuno featuring Seijoh x female! manager (she/her pronouns)
Warnings: pure fluff
AN: This is probably the cutest anon request ever đ„č
Let me just say this
Kageyama might be âking of the courtâ but YN is âQueen of Karasunoâ đž
Honestly these boys absolutely worship you
Literally, they act as if they donât have three managers
They literally will lay down in a puddle of mud while you step on them
Will do the above đ for any of their three managers
But you, you my love are super special to our boys
Why you ask?
Well itâs because you provide them with nutrients to survive đ
Thatâs right, your love of baking and the fine art of culinary creations only helps you out with our beloved crows
Youâve learned to cater to all their needs
Filling recipes with top tier ingredients for success
Things like fruits, nuts, and even sneaking some veggies in there
Like zucchini bread or carrot cake
Listen, even if itâs in a desert, it still counts as a fruit or veggie
I donât want to hear âtHe SuGaR cAnCeLs It OuTâ
Because like these boys need the sugar to run and jump all over the place ok đ€đ»
You bake almost daily as a form of stress release and therapy
Please you need it with the team you manage đ
And you always bring in the treats for the boys!
And they ALWAYS eat them up
âThese are fantastic Yn what are they called?â Hinata asks
âThey are Fudgy Pumpkin Brownie bites! Itâs a new recipe!â You exclaim as Kageyama and Noya go in for thirds
âYou fit a whole pumpkin in here Yn?!?â Hinata : D
You đđ»đ
âI think she means that there is pumpkin in the recipe not one per bite,â Ennoshita explains
I never claimed they were smart Yn
Anyways, you are always there to help our precious boys fill their bellies
You are in charge of snacks for games and practice, often finding joy in everything you do
So when the prelims for the road to spring nationals start, you are busy whipping up some goodies
You bake the entire weekend before, preparing for every possible scenario
Protein muffins for in between matches
Chocolate chip cookies for after they win matches
You even prepare some of your famous Strawberry shortcake cookies just incase the boys happen to lose
Not that we think they will, donât get me wrong but itâs always nice to be prepared
Anyways, the prelims start and Karasuno dominates
Like, did we really thinking they wouldnât đ
Anyways, tensions run high as the boys go into their match with Seijoh
You remember the first time they fought against Seijoh and how the loss crushed them
But fueled up on your high-protein muffins, these boys are ready to kick butt!
And kick butt they do!
They beat Seijoh and prepare to meet Shiratorizawa in the finals
After the game, you notice how upset Seijoh is after their loss
You knew this was the third years last tournament and seeing them cry hurt
You thought about if it was your boys
And with that, there was only one thing left to do
So you pulled out a piece of paper and wrote a little note and stuck it in the box of cookies
As your team was preparing to leave, you grabbed your box of Strawberry Shortcake cookies and ran over to Seijoh
Karasuno rn đđ»đ
âExcuse me?â You said as the entire Seijoh team turned around and looked at you
âYou guys played an excellent game and you deserve these,â you said handing Seijoh your expertly wrapped cookies
Oikawa accepted, saying nothing
Please you left him speechless
Too bad Kunimiâs too sad to even record this moment đ
You smile and wave as you run back to your team
Meanwhile, back the gym the Seijoh boys are extremely sad
âHey what did that manager from Karasuno give you Oikawa?â Kindaichi asked as Oikawa reached for the box
He reached for it, opening it as the note slipped out
Iwa picked the note up and began reading it
It read âThank you for playing your hardest! You deserve these. Xoxo YN, Karasunoâs Managerâ
âItâs cookies,â Oikawa said as he began to pass them around and Iwa showed Oiks the note
Oikawa rn đđ»đđ„șđ
Please the entire Seijoh team is eating your cookies and crying Yn đ©
The next few days go by
You are in the gym taking notes when a teacher comes to get you
âExcuse me?â
âYes,â Takeda asks
âUmm there is a team of boys at the front gate here to see Yn,â the teacher says
Karasuno đđ» a teamâŠ. OF BOYS đđ
Tanaka and Noya đđ» FOR YN?!?? đĄđ€Ź
âOh my ok!â You say, getting up and walking towards the gates of Karasuno
Tanaka, Noya, Kags and Hinata are ready to go
It takes the entire rest of the team to hold them back đ
âWHAT IF THEY KIDNAP YN??â Noya shouts
âThey literally showed up at the front of school in broad daylight, like thatâs gonna happen,â Suga say, rolling his eyes
âSomeone has never watched dateline before,â Tanaka adds
Of course, you ignore them and head for the gates
As you approach, you see the white track suits
You đđ»đđł
âUmm hi,â you say as the boys of Seijoh all look at you
âTeam!â Oikawa shouts and they all scream
âTHANK YOU FOR THE COOKIES YN!â while bowing
You rn đđ»đđłđ„č
âYou are so welcome! Thank you for coming!â You say smiling and going to hug them
You hug Iwa first and boy is he stiff đ
Itâs safe to say the entire Seijoh team is now in love with you Yn đ„°
Bonus
âOmg is Oikawa crying?â Kageyama says, shoving Hinata out of the way as they watch around the corner.
âHey watch it butthole!â Hinata shouts as he pushed Kageyama out of the way.
âIâd cry too if YN hugged me,â Noya added as Tanaka nodded.
âYou guys are about to have something to cry about if you donât get your butts back to the gym RIGHT NOW!â Daichi shouted, looming over them as the boys all turned and ran back to the gym.
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MAE'S 7K BAKE SALE !
I honestly didn't ever expect to have more than a handful of people who would willingly read my writing on here, so 7k feels absolutely inconceivable!! Thank you guys so much for being here with me, and always always for being the sweethearts you are. I hope you enjoy this celebration <3
apple pie - send a character + a prompt off this list and Iâll write a drabble
blueberry muffin - send me a fic/drabble you really wanted a part 2 of and I will do my best to give it to you haha
thumbprint cookies - send a character + a scenario/trope/etc. and I'll send back some headcanons
pumpkin bread - send a character + a scenario/trope/etc. and Iâll make a moodboard or a playlist (up to you!) based on it
whatâs on special - tell me your favorite baked good (and a fandom preference if youâd like) and Iâll tell you which character would want to split it with you
a box of cupcakes - fuck marry kill, cast your mutuals, whatever games you want :)
The bake sale ends on 9/12 <3
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fem! reader x rafayel. royal! au. sea horror! au. heavy angst. minor and major character death. slow burn. romance. fluff. explicit smut. trauma. religious themes. gore; hinted torture, cannibalism, decapitation, self-cannibalism. violence. wc: 4796 | status: on-going
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II: GOLD STRUCK
The wagon wheels were obviously wobbly, the axles needing immediate tightening, not that anyone would care to repair them, though. The rainy season was in full effect, and the roads were the skyâs first victim. A dog chased after a squirrel, itâs barking annoying the merchant nearby. He cursed the dog and his bloodline.Â
âTo hell with Linkon! To hell with this damned town!â His broom thwacked at the wood sign on his stall. âWhen I catch you, you damned dog, why, youâll be roasted with your litter!â
âOh Mr. Heggins, relax! Itâs just a dog!â âJust a dog? Why you- you let him out, didnât you, Caleb? I should get you fired from the mines for this!â
Caleb laughed, crow's feet forming by his eyes as he smiled big. His hands held orchids. He had picked them from his mother's garden earlier that morning, meticulously picking the best ones without her knowing. In his pocket, a small box rested.
Mr. Heggins eyes note the flowers and the small lump in his pocket.Â
âToday's the day, eh?â
Caleb nodded, his cheeks tinging with red.Â
âYes, sir. I plan to ask tonight.â
âAh, before the king's carriages come? Bad timing, no?â
âNo, sir.â
It's quiet for a moment before the old man speaks up.Â
âAnd out of everyone you could have, you chose the L/n's daughter.â He lets out a pitiful chuckle. âI won't question it, but to each their own.âÂ
As the old man walked off, Caleb hummed, his hand going to his pocket, patting it affectionately as he walked on through the streets.
He grabbed some pumpkin bread, the honey, and roasted almonds on it making it smell heavenly.Â
He collected some gifts. A doll, a kite, perfumes, and a watch.Â
And then he headed off towards Linkon's hill village.Â
*** Hot water splashed onto the weathered wood floorboards, the basin full to the brim. Sprigs of lavender, rosemary, and orange slices floated on the water, and Mrs. L/n poured fresh milk into the tub.Â
âIs this really necessary?â Y/n huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. âIâm not getting in there- I wonât even be selected.â âYes, you are. And Iâm tired of you not listening to me.â âMother- owowowowowowow!âÂ
The older woman grabbed her ear, pinching it lightly as she pulled her daughter towards the tub. Y/n held onto the wall, protesting. âIâm not going in there you; put milk in there! Itâll feel weird!â âTake the damn bath, child! Eva! Call your sisters and come here!â
âComing, Mother!â
In moments, Y/nâs sisters came into the room. Eva smiled cheekily. âTodayâs the day~!â âLike hell it is.â She shot back, wriggling in her motherâs grip. âYou all act like you want me to get picked! Does Gran even know what youâre doing? Ma?â Her mother looked away, her hands going to the clasp on the back of Y/nâs dress. She undid it quickly, and the fabric pooled at her feet, ignoring her question.
âStrip out of your garments- Gods, you reek- is this wool? Y/n! You messed with the sheep again!â âI did not! I was with the ram- hey!â She placed her hand on the back of her head, the sting from her motherâs popping strong.
Lucy laughed, her chubby hands taking the stripped clothes to the wash.
âYouâve all gone mad. I hope you know that.â It comes out as a grumble, but she goes into the tub. But as soon as she stepped in, she complained. âThe waterâs freezing!â âThatâs what you get for talking so long.â Her mother quipped. Her face sours as an orange slice touches her knee.
Raising her leg, Eva takes it, scrubbing it down as her mother starts to work on her hair. She hisses, her scalp tender as it gets scrubbed as well.Â
âThe weather is lovely, isnât it?â âJust dandy.â
âWhat time is it?â âHalf after 12, mother.â âLord! We need to hurry then.â âDid you always have such a strawberry complexion, sister?â Y/n kicks water at her sister. âQuiet, you-â
Sheâs interrupted by her mother pouring a bucket of water over her head. Her hair gets thrown in her face, and she swallows some soapy, milky water, sputtering and coughing.
âBoth of you, quiet. Iâll be damned if our good name is tarnished because you both decide to act like Neanderthals.
Y/n coughed out some more water. âI think calling me a Neanderthal isnât fair- but Eva on the other hand- Oh my fucki- can you stop getting soap in my eyes?!â
âLanguage!â
***
Y/n shivers as she steps out of the basin, her arms crossed, knees turned, and locked.Â
Some of the rosemary was tangled in her hair, but she paid it no mind.
Wrapping a towel around her body, Eva grabbed a comb, getting to work on untangling the knots and rosemary in her hair.
âThis is ridiculous.â
âYou would still get picked if you were covered in cow shit, so cease your bitching,â her mother shot back, not missing a beat as she scrubbed her daughterâs hair with renewed vigor.
Y/n's mouth dropped open, and she groaned. âYouâre impossible!â
But her mother only raised an eyebrow. âAnd yet, here you are, complaining like always.â
Lucy waddled into the room, her small arms bundled up with a light blue chemise gown, the fabric soft and worn from years of storage. The short sleeves were cuffed, and though the dress had once been elegant, it was now out of date- the gaudy stitching showing the era it was from. Y/nâs eyes widened in horror as she realized what Lucy was holding.
âYou canât seriously expect me toââ Y/n began, her voice rising in protest.
But before she could finish, her mother yanked the towel off her body with practiced efficiency. âOf course not,â Mrs. L/n replied, her tone calm and unwavering. âNot until youâve been plucked.â
Eva stepped forward, smirking as she handed her mother a razor, her grin mischievous. Y/n stared at it, her lips parting in disbelief. âOh, come on...â
Mrs. L/n motioned for the sisters to leave. Eva, Lucy, and the others filed out, whispering and giggling amongst themselves as they shut the door behind them, leaving the room unusually still. The bright daylight streaming through the window seemed too cheerful for what was about to happen.
Y/n sighed heavily and sat on the small stool, arms wrapped around herself in half-hearted defiance. Her mother wordlessly knelt beside her, taking the razor and beginning the task of smoothing over her skin with slow, deliberate strokes.
For a few moments, the only sound in the room was the quiet scrape of the blade against her skin, the soft splash of water, and the occasional sigh from Y/n. It was a silence filled with things left unsaid, the weight of what was coming pressing on both of them.
Y/n looked down at her hands, picking at a loose thread on the towel. "I still don't think this is going to work. They'll want someone else," she murmured, not meeting her mother's eyes.
Her mother didn't respond immediately, her hands steady as she worked. Finally, she spoke, her voice softer than before. "Itâs not about what they want, Y/n. Itâs about what youâre worth. Remember, the better you do, the better we all do."
âWhy do you want me to get picked so badly?â Y/n asked quietly, her voice trembling despite her attempts to sound nonchalant. âYou know Iâll mess up.â
Mrs. L/n paused mid-stroke, her hands hovering for a moment before continuing, the razor gently gliding over her daughter's skin. She didn't meet Y/nâs gaze, but her words were firm.
âI donât want you to go. What gave you that idea?â
Y/n blinked, caught off guard by the blunt response. Her throat tightened, but she said nothing, the silence suddenly heavy between them.Â
Her motherâs eyes were fixed on her task, but the strain in her voice betrayed her emotions. âYou think I want to see you paraded around like livestock? Gods know I donât.â She set the razor aside for a moment, finally looking up at Y/n. âBut if youâre chosen⊠at least youâll be safe.â
Y/n swallowed hard, not knowing what to say. For once, she had no sharp retort.
"...They'll smell the farm on me," Y/n tried to joke, a small smirk tugging at her lips. "And it's not like the town doesn't have a reputation for me."
Mrs. L/n froze, her brow furrowing before she snapped, "Y/n M/n L/n. You will stop talking this instant!" She threw her hands up in exasperation, the razor clattering against the basin. âUgh, by the Gods, you will jinx yourself, and no amount of rosemary will be able to fix it!â
Y/n bit her lip, stifling a laugh despite the tension in the air. She knew her mother meant well, but the whole situation still felt so surrealâso out of place for someone like her.
There was a knock on the door. Y/n's head snapped toward it, her brows knitting in confusion. Her fatherâs voice called through the wooden frame, calm and warm as always.Â
âThe boy is here, my loves.â
Y/n frowned. "Caleb? Whatâs he doing here?"
Mrs. L/n didnât answer, her focus entirely on finishing the task at hand. She ignored Y/nâs questioning gaze and continued to move the razor carefully, finishing her legs before working up to her cunt.
"Never mind that," her mother finally said, her tone clipped. "We need to finish."
She turned toward the door, calling out in her usual brisk, commanding voice, âThereâs a roast in the oven! Check it for me, please!â
âAye, I will,â her father replied, the sound of his footsteps retreating down the hall.
Y/n slouched slightly on the stool, still puzzled. âHe does know today is the collection, right?â Y/n asked, a hint of uncertainty creeping into her voice.
âPerhaps heâs wishing to bid you good luck. But it will have to wait,â her mother replied, still focused on her work.
âOh.â
Y/n sighed, the thought lingering in her mind. It made sense enough. They had talked about their plansâwhat they would do if she didnât get picked. Caleb would take his fatherâs horse, and theyâd ride out of Linkon together. A smile tugged at her lips as she recalled the silly memory of him telling her the same thing every year.Â
But she hadnât seen him lately; he was always busy with family matters, tending to the farm, or preparing for whatever life awaited him.Â
Once Y/n was dressed, she stood stiffly, adjusting the light blue gown that felt foreign against her skin. âI can feel every stitch, Mama.â
âItâs because your skinâs bare. Itâs a good feeling. A good thing,â her mother replied, a hint of pride in her voice.
âIâll get cold easier.â
âOh please. You werenât even furry,â her mother teased.
Y/n let out an unexpected laugh, the tension breaking for just a moment. But then the door swung open, and her father stepped in, whistling a cheerful tune.
âThere she is. My darlings!â He kissed his wife and then pressed a warm kiss to Y/nâs cheek. He pauses. âYou smell like the farm.â
Y/n shot a look at her mother. âTold you so.â
âHe's messing with you,â her mother said, rolling her eyes.
Just then, Caleb ducked his head under the doorframe, a bright smile on his face. âGood evening, Mrs. L/n. Iâve brought gifts.â
âGifts? You shouldnât have!â her mother exclaimed, a warm smile spreading across her face.
âI wanted to,â Caleb said, his tone sincere.
âOh, you sweet boy. Come, letâs go talk.â Mrs. L/n took Calebâs hand, pulling him out of the washroom.Â
As their eyes met, Calebâs purple gaze sparkled with a kind of mischief that made Y/nâs heart race. She felt her cheeks heat up but managed to wave, a shy smile breaking through her earlier worries.
Once they left, Y/n found herself alone with her father in the warm, sunlit room. The air was thick with the lingering scents of lavender and rosemary, remnants of her motherâs frantic preparations. Mr. L/n glanced out the door, ensuring it was securely closed before turning to face her, his expression suddenly serious.
âAre you nervous, child?â he asked, his voice low and steady, a contrast to the bustling energy that had just filled the space.
âNervous?â Y/n echoed, furrowing her brow in confusion. âAbout today?â
âHm... no, canât say I am.â She crossed her arms, trying to project confidence, but the truth was a tangle of emotions lay beneath her surface.
He studied her for a moment, the lines on his face deepening with concern. âYouâre a horrible liar. Thatâs my fault. Should have taught you better.â
âPapaââ
âListen. Youâre no fool. Youâve got a good head on you,â he said, placing a hand on his chin, his thumb tracing the stubble there as he exhaled slowly, the weight of his thoughts pressing down like a storm cloud.
Y/n felt a knot tighten in her stomach, her heart racing as he continued. âThat boy is going to propose. And you need to accept.â
Her eyes widened in shock, disbelief flashing across her face. âHuh?â
âThat's how you donât get picked,â he insisted, his tone firm yet gentle, as if trying to shield her from the harsh realities of their world.
âButââ
âListen to me, child. You need to acceptâtoday. Before itâs too late. Once youâre engaged, they canât collect you.âÂ
âTo Caleb?â she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of hope and uncertainty. The idea danced in her mind like a flickering flame, both enticing and frightening. Would it truly save her?Â
âYes!â he affirmed, leaning closer, his eyes locking onto hers with a fervent intensity. âYou think we have luck when it comes to this sort of thing? We donât,â Mr. L/n continued, his voice lowering even further as he leaned closer. âWe should have married you to him months ago, but there was never an opportunity. We have the papers. You just need to have some witnessesââ
âYou cheated the system?!â Y/n whisper-yelled, her eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and indignation.
âOf course I did!â he replied, a hint of pride breaking through his urgency. âI did it to protect you. You have no idea what they do to the girls they collect. We have to outsmart them.â
âI canât marry Caleb! Are you crazy? I donât even want to get marriedââ Y/n protested, her voice rising in disbelief.
âThis isnât about what you want! You love the boy; he loves you!â Mr. L/n countered, his frustration simmering beneath the surface.
âYeah, butââ she started, her mind racing as she tried to find the right words.
âListen to me,â he urged, his voice softening as he stepped closer. âThis is about survival. The kingdom doesnât care about your dreams or desires; they only see you as another name on a list. But if youâre engaged, they canât touch you.â
Y/n took a deep breath, the reality of her situation weighing heavily on her chest. âWhat if Caleb doesnât want this? What if he thinks Iâm just using him?â
âCaleb knowsâhe's been helping orchestrate this!â Mr. L/n interjected, a mix of urgency and relief washing over him.
Y/nâs eyes widened in disbelief. âWhat do you mean he knows? How could youâ?â
âI spoke to him. He understands the situation, Y/n. Heâs been looking out for you, and he wants to keep you safe.â Her fatherâs voice softened, but the intensity of his words remained.
âCaleb is in on this?â she asked, her mind racing. The idea that Caleb had been part of this plan, that he had considered her fate alongside his own, sent her heart racing.
âYes! He cares for you deeply, and heâs willing to do whatever it takes to protect you,â Mr. L/n explained, a hint of pride- and something else- in his voice.
She closed her eyes for a moment, envisioning Calebâs kind smile and the playful banter they shared. Could he really be ready for something so serious? The thought of it both terrified and thrilled her.Â
***
Caleb sat in the dingy dining room of the L/n household, his hand absently resting in his pocket. The scent of roasted meat wafted through the air, mingling with the musty smell of the worn furniture. Truthfully, the L/n farmland was rich and fruitful, bursting with potential, but the home itself felt shabby and neglected.
âOnce weâre married, I can fix this place upâŠâ he mumbled to himself, envisioning the changes he could make. The walls painted fresh, new furniture, perhaps even a small garden where Y/n could grow flowers. His heart swelled at the thought.
In the corner of the room, her sisters and mother were clustered together, giggling and gushing over the gifts he had broughtâcolorful ribbons, handmade trinkets, and sweets. Their excitement filled the air, but Caleb was lost in his own thoughts, barely noticing their chatter.
It wasnât until Y/n emerged from the washroom, her father beside her, that he realized she was near. His heart skipped a beat as she stepped into the room, her vibrant orange hair catching the light. She looked radiant, even in the simple gown she wore, and a smile spread across his face as their eyes met.
âGood evenin', Y/n,â he greeted, warmth flooding his voice. âYou look lovely.âÂ
Y/nâs cheeks flushed as she returned his smile, but there was an uncertainty in her gaze that made him wonder what was going through her mind. He wanted to ask about the selection ceremony, about her feelings, but for now, he simply stood there, hoping the moment would allow for the words to come.
âEr, hello, Caleb,â Y/n replied, her voice slightly shaky but warm.
He chuckled, a playful glint in his purple eyes. âYou look like a strawberry.â
Eva snorted from the corner, unable to stifle her laughter. Y/n cleared her throat, determined to hold her ground. âYes, well, thank you. Theyâre in season.â
âAre they now?â Calebâs tone was teasing, and Y/n couldnât help but smile despite the slight embarrassment. Strawberries werenât in season, but he enjoyed the banter.
âThey are,â she insisted, a spark lighting up her eyes.
âThen I trust you know where the ripe one is?â His gaze was warm, his smile contagious.
Y/n felt her cheeks flush deeper, but before she could respond, he gently took her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. The touch sent a pleasant shiver down her spine. Together, they walked out of the house, the chatter of her family fading behind them.
As they stepped into the sunlit yard, the gentle breeze carried the scent of the sea, mingling with the earthy aromas of the farm. Caleb turned to her, his expression shifting to something more serious. âIâve been thinking about whatâs happening todayâŠâ
Y/nâs heart raced. She knew this was the moment to speak up, to share her fears and her fatherâs plan. But for now, she let the warmth of his hand and the softness of the afternoon settle around them, hoping to find the right words as they moved further from the house and deeper into the lush fields.
âListen... I wanna marry youââ Caleb began, his tone earnest.
âYes,â Y/n interrupted, her heart racing.
âWhat?â His expression shifted, surprise flashing across his face.
âYes! Iâll marry you,â she declared, her excitement bubbling over.
âLet me finish,â he said, his brow furrowing slightly.
Y/n looked at him, confusion evident in her eyes.
Calebâs smile faded, replaced by a serious expression. âY/n. Donât get me wrong. Youâre a beautiful woman. And weâre good friends. But really, itâd be more of an exchange. Iâll marry you. But I want your fatherâs farm.â
Her eyes widened in disbelief. âExcuse me?â
âI mean it,â he pressed, his voice steady but tinged with urgency. âIf weâre going to make this work, we need to secure the land. The L/n farm is rich, and with your hand in marriage, Iâd have both a partner and a stake in something that could thrive.â
Y/n felt her heart drop. The warmth of the moment had evaporated, replaced by a chill of realization. âYou want to marry me for the farm?â she asked, hurt creeping into her voice.
Calebâs expression hardened, his jaw set. âYou thought this wouldnât have an exchange? Marriage is a contract. I keep you safe, I get the land.â
âI canât give you what isnât mine,â Y/n shot back, her voice rising in disbelief.
âLook, youâre inheriting the farm. Your father is old. When I marry you, I inherit the farm instead. Youâll still have your sheep and goats, but I want you to stay in the gardens with the flowers.â He stepped closer, his eyes earnest. âThink about it. Iâll spruce the place up, combine our land. We can make a name for ourselves!â
Y/n stared at him, the weight of his words settling heavily on her shoulders. âYouâre talking about my life as if itâs just an asset, Caleb! What if I donât want to be tied to the farm? What if I want to travel, to explore beyond Linkon?â
He paused, the intensity in his eyes faltering. âBut this is our home! This is where our lives are. We can make it better together.â
Calebâs expression softened momentarily, but he quickly masked it with determination. âIâm not trying to control you! I just see potentialââ
âPotential for what? For you to fulfill your dreams at the expense of mine?â Y/n felt anger bubbling inside her. âYouâre reducing our relationship to a business deal!â
âIâm trying to think practically!â he insisted, frustration creeping into his voice. âWe live in a harsh world, Y/n. If you get chosen today, it could be the end of everything for us. I just want to protect you!.... I care about you. But this isnât just about us. Itâs about doing whatâll be best.â
Silence hung between them, heavy with unspoken words and emotions. Y/n looked at him.
...Why did it feel scripted?
She ignores the brief thought, letting it slip just as quickly as it had arrived. âI need time to think,â she said, her voice barely a whisper.
âYou donât have time to think,â Caleb said suddenly, pulling a small box from his pocket. He opened it to reveal a simple yet elegant ring. âI got the ring. Just wear it.â
âYouâre kidding,â Y/n replied, disbelief flooding her voice.
âIâm not,â he insisted, his gaze steady.
âCalebââ she started, but he interrupted her.
âThat farm is precious, and your family doesnât even see it. Just marry me and let me help you.â
Y/nâs heart raced as she stared at the ring. âYou canât just expect me to decide everything right now! This is my life weâre talking about!â
âI know it is! But weâre out of time. If you donât make a choice before the selection, you could end up as one of those girls, the ones that don't get anything good!â
The gravity of his words settled in her chest like a stone. She thought of the stories her grandmother had told her, the dark legends woven through the village about the gathering and the sacrifices. The idea of becoming one of those girls made her stomach churn.
âCaleb, this isnât the way,â she said, shaking her head. âI donât want to feel like Iâm being sold off or bartered for land.â
âBut you wouldnât be! Youâd be marrying someone who loves you, who wants to protect you!â He took a step closer, desperation flickering in his eyes. âPlease, just wear the ring. We can figure everything else out together.â
Scripted. It felt so scripted. But why?
Y/n felt torn, her heart battling against her mind. The prospect of safety and partnership clashed with her desire for freedom and choice. âI⊠I need to think about it,â she said, her voice trembling.
âLook, if youâre not gonna marry me, I can wait for Eva. Or Iâll marry Lorraineââ
âEva? Lorraine? Excuse me? Them of all people?â Y/n shot back, incredulous. The idea felt like a slap. Lorraine was the village gossip, always getting into trouble and never taking anything seriously. And her sister? Absolutely.
Caleb shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. âIâm just saying, she wouldnât mind. If you donât want me, someone else will step in.â
âRight, because thatâs how love works,â Y/n snapped, her frustration boiling over. âYou canât just jump from one sister to another like weâre some kind of game to you!â
âItâs not a game!â he argued, stepping closer, the tension thickening the air between them. âThis is about survival, Y/n! Donât you see? You can either have me fighting for you or risk being taken away, offered to the sea. I donât want to lose you!â
Y/nâs heart raced as she considered his words again, the weight of the impending selection pressing down on her. The fear of the Dark Sea loomed larger than ever. âBut I donât want to feel trapped,â she said, her voice quieter now, almost pleading.
Caleb softened, his expression earnest. âYou wonât be trapped with me. We can make it work, and build a life together. Just think about itâbefore itâs too late.â
As she looked into his eyes, Y/n felt a swirl of emotionsâfear, anger, and- disgust? But the thought of marrying him out of desperation gnawed at her conscience. âI need more time- stop saying we don't have it."
âTime is the one thing we donât have,â he replied, frustration creeping back into his voice. âPlease, just wear the ring. Show me youâll consider this. I canât bear the thought of you being chosenââ
âY/n! Come on, weâre waiting for you!â Evaâs voice called from the house, pulling her back to reality.
Caleb took her hand, his grip firm but gentle, as he slid the ring onto her finger. âInsurance. Just in case,â he said, his voice steady despite the uncertainty swirling around them.
Y/n blinked, her heart racing, but before she could respond, laughter echoed from inside the house. Her family had gathered, and when they saw Caleb placing the ring on her finger, their cheers erupted like a sudden storm.
âOh, look at that!â her mother exclaimed, beaming. âMy darling Y/n is engaged!â
Y/nâs eyes widened in shock. âNo! Wait!â But the joyous noise drowned out her protests. Eva clapped her hands, and Lucy jumped up and down, her chubby cheeks flushed with excitement.
âCaleb! You clever boy!â Eva gushed. âWe knew youâd come through!â
âBut you donât understandââ Y/n started, but her voice was lost in the commotion.
âCome here, you two!â Mrs. L/n pulled Y/n into a tight embrace, tears of joy glimmering in her eyes. âIâm so proud of you, my sweet girl. Youâre all grown up!â
Y/n felt the weight of her motherâs affection, but dread settled heavily in her chest. She glanced at Caleb, searching for a flicker of understanding, but he was caught up in the whirlwind of celebration, a victorious grin plastered across his face.
âNow we can start planning the wedding!â her mother continued, clapping her hands together. âThis is wonderful news! The whole village will be thrilled!â
Y/nâs heart sank. The idea of a wedding felt like a chain, tightening around her, and the implications of her fatherâs words crashed over her again. Marrying Caleb was supposed to be a lifeline, a way to escape the selectionâbut something was off.
âAre you really happy about this?â she whispered to Caleb, who was now being congratulated by her father.
He turned, his expression earnest. âOf course I am. This is our chance. Youâll see.â
But Y/n could only nod, a forced smile on her lips, as the celebration continued around her.Â
And in the distance, carriages were coming, adorned with the rain clouds.Â
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