#I'd ask for prompts but I don't wanna turn anon asks back on. some people out there can't behave

[nabesthetics]

Hm. I want to share stuff about my disaster Apprentices more often again.

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

WIP Wednesday

any updates or new requests you’re working on?

Hi! Just so you know, the way WIP Wednesday works is you'll go to my post and request one of the file names I included (one of them IS "Drabble Reqs") and then I'd write and post three new sentences from that WIP :) it's not a way to get like, a general update.

Also,, idk if you're genuinely just curious about what I'm working on, or if you have a pending request and you're trying to rush for an update, so I'll try to answer in good faith.

I am currently working on two very cute prompts, one for Ballister throwing Nimona a birthday party (adorable) and a C! Goldenheart healing drabble (adorableeee also thank you to the anon who clarified your request 🩷)

If you happen to be the person with the Clown request, as I have a feeling you are based on timelines (if you're not I'm so sorry lol) it's not happening. That request was giving fetish, it made me uncomfortable. Atp even if it's not a fetish I don't want to do it and I don't think it's unfair for me to say no to a story I don't want to write.

In general, I don't mind people being curious about what might be coming out and if you make that clear I won't mind answering! But please don't send update/status requests. This is like the fourth I've gotten if that's what this was. A big part of my Actual Real Job is dealing with clients who constantly want updates and statuses on their order and it ranges from friendly requests to insults and degradation asking what takes so long, and it's stressful in any case, so maybe that's causing me to be more miffed by this than the average person, but like. Some people back in fall waited MONTHS for their request to be filled and none of them pestered me about it (I appreciate their patience and hope they liked the stories I wrote them). Some got deleted and I never heard a thing about them again because the askers respected my choice not to do it and I appreciate them too.

I like doing these requests, it's fun, but I am not a content farm and I'm not paid to do this. I don't like feeling like someone is breathing down my neck waiting on these things. You know. Like how I feel at WORK.

Anyway if I keep getting status requests OR if I hear anything more about the CLOWNIFICATION ASK I'm gonna be turning anons off which I don't wanna do because some people aren't comfortable asking from their account and I don't wanna exclude them. If you're just curious about what's coming out and you DON'T have a pending request you're trying to rush me on, just make that clear and it's totally fine. I'm also fine with people selecting “Drabble Reqs” for my WIP Wednesday, in fact I appreciate it.

Hope this didn't come off too abrasive. I just don't like feeling that the work I do is some obligation of labor.

[etherealyoungk]

hey its me again 🥰 just thinking about mingyu or jihoon trying to conquer op. like, they kinda hate mingyu/woozi and they(mingyuzi) are trying to change it. you can choose which one youre writing about! 😊

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hi 💫 anon! hope you're doing well! i apologize for getting to this so late, i've been so busy, i haven't really had the time to sit and write these days :( i've seen your other requests too, i'm working on them slowly!

anyways, this prompt is so nice, i love the enemies to lovers vibes this gives off hshs. i chose to do this with mingyu! hope you like it :)

this is a bit long - wordcount: 1430

written in mingyu's pov:

that's it, i decided to do it - win her over. ever since i transferred into the new college, there's this one girl who caught my eye. the only problem is that she doesn't seem to like me very much - and i had absolutely no idea why. she was the one who gave me a tour of the new school too, plus i ended up getting the empty seat next to her, yet i have no idea why she seems to dislike me, or rather show any interest in me. it's like i became enemies with her for no reason. but there must be, and i'm going to find that out.

and ever since i joined, all the girls have been flocking to me too, but it's a bit annoying sometimes because it's her who i really want to talk to. but honestly speaking who can resist me right? so i was going to make it my mission to get me to like her, or at least find out why she disliked me so much.

the bell ran, indicating class was over and i hurriedly picked up my books, taking long strides to catch up with her as she walked out. "hey, wanna eat lunch together", i asked, walking beside her. "no thanks", she said, not even glancing at me. "why? come one, just once hm? to thank you for showing me around", i ask her as we walk, matching my strides shorter to match her pace.

"i'm busy", she grumbles. "but fine, you're probably going to follow me around all day otherwise", she mumbles but i smile. finally, we're getting somewhere. we stand in line at the cafeteria. "he's so handsome up close", i hear a girl whisper to her friends, and when i look at her, she and her friends burst into a fit of giggles, waving at me. i don't really pay attention and look back front only to see her glaring at them. "why's she so worked up?", i thought.

we sit down and she eats quietly, not really paying much attention to me. and now that i'm seeing her up-close, she's actually very pretty! "you're very pretty", i say and she almost chokes on her mouthful, looking at me with wide eyes. i panic, handing her some water and she swallows, taking a sip. "sorry, guess i caught you off guard haha", i say. "do you wanna be friends?", i ask after a few minutes and she looks at me like i've gone crazy. "i think they put something in your food, you should check", she says sarcastically, before getting up and leaving. why does dislike me so much??? i sigh, watching as she walks away after putting her tray away, not even sparing a glance back at me.

"so! for this week's assignment, we're doing to do a team project, in teams of twos - and before you can ask, no i will be choosing your partners", the teacher announces, earning sighs and low complaints from the students. names are called and people move next to their respective partners. i don't realize i've been nervous, tapping my feet, lost in thought just hoping i'd get paired with her. the teacher finally calls my name i look up. "mingyu and....y/n", she said and i smile, cheering internally. i look at her and she just glances at me, before gathering her books and coming over to sit next to me.

"hey!", i greet her enthusiastically. "isn't it great we're paired together, we can get to know each other more", i add. "yeah, that's great", she says, glancing at me with a cold expression, which i won't lie, does hurt a bit. but even if she's still being cold to me, i don't mind it so much, because this is one step closer to my mission. class ends and i turn to her, handing her my phone, with the keypad open. she looks at it and looks at me. "give me your number", i say. "what why?", she immediately says. "what do you mean? we're doing a project together, shouldn't we have each other's numbers for easier communication?", i explain. "oh...yeah", she says quietly, taking my phone and entering her number. "just text me later, i'll save your number then", she says, getting up and leaving.

'hey, it's mingyu', i text her later that night as i lay in bed.

she's seen the message but doesn't reply. i wait for to her text something back but she doesn't...yet. when i hear the ping of my phone after two hours, i grab at it, opening it expectantly, only to see she's divided the work and told me what to work on for our project. i guess she isn't so into making small talk huh.

the next two days go by and we talk...about our assignment. sometimes when we're working in the library, i do notice her staring at me sometimes, but she always looks away quickly hoping she didn't get caught but i saw it, which made me smile to myself. is she falling for my charms...highly possible. you're doing great so far mingyu, i say, giving myself a pat on the back.

"mingyu", she calls, looking at me. "hmm?", i ask, looking at her. somehow her saying my name makes me so happy? i smile at her softly and she smiles back, before speaking. "since today's the last day to work on this, we might have to work a bit late, is that okay with you?", she asks and i nod. "sure!", i reply.

"do you...wanna come over to my place so we can look over everything and finalize it together, the library's is going to close soon anyway", i add. she thinks for a few seconds before replying. "um that should be okay", she adds.

we take the bus back to my place and we enter. i mentally curse myself for not keeping my small apartment clean but it's too late now because she's already here. "it's a small place", i say, trying to make her feel comfortable. "yeah". "do you want anything?". "no it's fine", she says. we sit on the floor and spread out the things we've worked on, our laptops open, the light from both our screens illuminating my dimly lit room.

we decide to take a break and i look at her. "so, i can say we're friends now?", i ask. "friends? hmm i guess but-", she starts but i cut her off. "come on, what do you not like about me so much huh?", i finally ask her. "what do you mean?", she asks.

"you know what i'm talking about. you're always so cold to me most of the time like i've wronged you in some way. and whenever i ask you anything personal or try to make small talk you don't answer, always steering the conversation back to the assignment. what have i done so wrong? why do you dislike me, or wait should i say hate me so much", i say. i guess all those weeks of bottling up the questions and feelings finally burst now and she looks at me a bit stunned. i start to feel bad, burying my hands in my face and sighing.

"because you're so perfect", she says softly, making me snap my head up. "what?".

"because you're perfect okay. you have good grades, you're friendly, everyone likes you, you're tall and ridiculously handsome...and i have a stupid crush on you okay", she admits, and it takes a second for her words to sink in.

"wait wait wait, you have a crush on me?", i ask, pointing towards myself.

"this is so embarrassing, not how i imagined you'd find out but yes okay mingyu i have a crush on you...i like you, i don't hate you. i just didn't know how to handle my feelings and i really thought it would go away if i ignored you but i guess it just made me think about you more", she says. i somehow end up smiling at her words after i've connected the dots. "so you were mean to me on purpose? because you liked me?", i ask, unbelievably chuckling. "you're so cute", i add. "well now that i know this, i have definitely taking a liking for you even more now, he adds.

"so wanna be friends?", i finally ask and she nods with a smile. i reach out my hand.

"i'm mingyu, nice to meet you", i say looking at her a smile. she takes my hand. "i'm y/n, nice to meet to meet you too".

i hope this was okay!

[selimunfridhirako]

Shinji Hirako x Reader

💜 The First Date💜

A/N: I haven't been writing much and I do deeply apologize for that, again this is my secondary account, my first is @targaryens-blog I'm no longer allowing submissions no longer accepting requests at this time but for selimunfridhirako I'll have the ask box open if anyone would like to send anons just chatting or discussing topics. now that's out of the way I am taking a break from writing bnha/mha and will be focusing on creating Bleach content! I'll be tagging a few of my favorite bleach blogs I've found while trying to find good ol bleach content writers and here's a few to list^^@shinji-slut @sexintheseireitei @seireiteisins @hirako5hinji @buriedinbleach @jazzandzanpakutos @theseireitei @thesecondcircleofkel

First I know none of us talk I'm just simply a fan of all your works and you all inspired me to write bleach again your all my favs and truly hope you never give up writing for your favorite fandoms. This is my first official time writing for Shinji Hirako and I guarantee it won't be as good lol but that's the point! I just wanna write whether it's good or not. Please enjoy this scenario! Also tagging @so---ft & @fi16ns ! Much love

-Tara

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Word count: 17k

Warnings ⚠️: minor Alcohol use

Pairing: Shinji Hirako x Fem reader

Prompt: You finally worked the courage to ask Shinji on a date after years of pinning after the male. How will this might turn out?

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*You shouldn't be this nervous. Twiddling your thumbs and eyes down casted. Your head soon followed the sound of Shinji's voice, complaining about being hungry. You giggled mostly to yourself before sighing. Your heart soars everytime he's near, shake your head when hiyori and him are having their little spats, you go out of your way to even bring the blonde new magazines to read for his downtime. Way more than you'd like to admit. Your friend nudges you and smiles. "Just ask him if you guys can talk privately, it'll be okay." They say. Oh how easy you wish it could actually be. To work up such a courageous act to simply ask a man on a date. It'd be much easier if he would do it instead. Girls don't ask boys out, do they?. Finally after minutes chewing on your bottom lip you finally stood from where you sat and casually sauntered over to where he was sitting on the couch. Face in hand, his light brown eyes scanned the room before landing on your frame. He noticed you're tense shoulders and opted to sit upright and his attention on you to hopefully ease you Of whatever nervousness you're feeling. "Shinji.. Can we go outside and talk?." He smiles sweetly before placing his magazine on the couch, forgotten and getting up to follow you out. Now here, him standing in front of you, the idea seemed far more difficult than before. His slouched position and hand in his pocket, his free hand begun scratching the back of his head not knowing what to do now. You start to feel your chest feel extremely heavy, and heart begun to drop in your stomach just by his body language. You were scared shitless on what to do now. "Nice day out, huh?." You said trying to start some small talk.*

*Shinji's head looked up towards the clear blue sky before mumbling a "Yeah." In agreement and leaning his back against the wall of the warehouse for support. Shit. This couldn't get any worse. Your eyes closed and mentally slapped yourself at how pathetic you were being choosing to play with the hem of your sweater instead. Little did you know that Shinji was watching your every move and expression in his peripheral. And decided to break the ice for you.*

*"So, whatdya need ta talk ta me bout'?." **Your (eye/color) eyes finally met his calm one's. Feeling ease creeping into your every fiber and relaxing, but only a little. "Well, I. I just wanted to know-. " you made a humming sound through your nose and rubbing your arm to calm your nerves. * *'just. Ask. Him'*

*"Date.. With. Me?." Silence. All that could be heard was the sound of the wind rustling the loose leaves on the street. Soon though, his smile grew into his signature smile and his eyes twinkled.*

*"Yer askin' me out on a date (Name)?."*

*You couldn't Shake your head any faster almost causing you to get dizzy at the eagerness. Before a soft smile shown on your features.*

*"Y-Yes! If. You want to.." Why were you so nervous? You've been on dates before? But then again asking first was singlehandedly the hardest thing you've ever done.*

*"Hmpf. Nev'a been asked by a cute girl before. T'sound nice. When is it?." His smooth voice rang in your ears and heart lept with excitement.*

*"How's 7:30 pm?."*

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Here now in your room, You stared at your reflection for the 20the time, finding something new that needed touched up and make-up to be reapplied. Fixing your hair and smoothing down the dress giving yourself another look over. The dress your friend helped you pick out was stunning. White knee length, with semi thick straps that connected in the back with a lace design. With floral flowers in the color of pinkish red and a sash that wrapped around your waist. Final thing to top off was a white and black laced shawl you'll use to wrap around your arms and a simple hand bag for your phone makeup and wallet. You felt that since you were the one that asked him out, you figured it be appropriate to pay for the two of you as well. Role reversed much?. You let out a soft laugh.

Hearing you're phone beep, you quickly pulled it out of your purse before checking the message

Shinji 🎷:*Hey doll, M'Here."*

A dust of Pink adorned your cheeks while you let out a giggle from the nickname he gave you, before dashing off from your room to meet him at the front door. Opening the door, Shinji turned to the sound, adorning in a white button up shirt with a black tie, suspenders, black slacks with a nice pair of white and black dress shoes and holding a dark blue jacket on his forearm. He pulls his sunglasses up on his head and gave a modest whistle. "Yer lookin great (Name). N' all dressed up fer me?." He became so comfortable with that statement that he landed a hand on your waist to pull you closer getting a wiff of your nice smelling perfume and shampoo. "Gorgeous."

You smiled looking down at the ground, pulling a stray hair behind your ear.

"You're looking incredible yourself Shinji." He scoffs.

"Nah. This ole' thing?. Ts'been collecting dust."

You playfully slapped his chest before walking down the steps to the side walk. "So I was thinking about this nice restaurant I seen walking with (friends/name), wanna check it out?."

Shinji threw his palm up to stop you.

"No darlin. This one on me. I know a good place." Taking your hand in his he throws his jacket over his shoulder and proceeds down the street to a jazz club downtown. During the walk you soon discovered he called ahead and even made a reservation. Your mouth hung open and gawked at how fast he moved. You had only asked him out that morning and already he's made arrangements? Your heart wasn't sure how much you could handle this man.

After sometime walking you made it to a building called *'Cocktails and Dreams'*. Shinji opened the door for you and followed inside. The room was not too dark, but not too light, there was red leather booths sitting along the walls and small rectangular tables wrapped in red satin silk filling the middle of the room, and at the end of the room stood a beautiful stage with red, blues, pinks and purple stage lights. A piano, saxophone, a couple electric guitars and a cello sitting on their perks with band mates beginning their routine. The smell of cigars and delicious food filled your senses as you looked around. There wasn't many people here, probably regulars and some folks sitting at the bar upon entering the building and to top off this classy place soft jazz music played. Filling your soul with something it hasn't felt in many years. Warmth and happiness.

You were brought from your thoughts when the waitress walked past you. "Your booth is this way sir." Shinji threw his arm around your waist and led you to where you'll be seated together. He leaned down to whisper in your right ear. "So, whatcha think doll face.? Yer kinda place?." Your spine shivered with anticipation and licked your lips before responding. "It's perfect." Whilst making eye contact. He smirks, when the waitress took the card off the table she gestured the two of you to sit while she asked you two what drinks to start with. Shinji allowed you to slide in first before following suit. "Ya wanna alcoholic beverage or just water fer now?." He asked leaning towards you with that smile you love so much. "Water for now please." He nodded, "Two waters."

The waitress wrote it down and set two menus for you both to look over. Even the menu was fancy. "Ya wanna talk first then order? Or jus order than talk?." You smiled before placing the menu down. Sitting your chin in both your palms you leaned towards Shinji looking directly at him. He scooted closer to the point of your legs touching and threw his arm on top the booth chair behind you. He looked easy going and relaxed. Eyes half lidded while he looked at you through his lashes. You couldn't help but move in next to him and laying your head on his shoulder. This display of physical intimacy surprised the both of you before he let out a hearty chuckle.

"Where's'tha blushy nervous cutie who asked me out this mornin? M'not sure why but I'm enjoyin this kinda attention." You laughed with him. "I don't know. I guess once the jitters wore off happiness replaced it." You felt his head tilt to peer at the crown of your head. "Yer happy?." You hummed in agreement. Before lifting to look at him face to face. "To be honest I've been pinning after you for awhile." You looked down at the table. His smile faded into a slight frown. "But.. Seeing the way you flirted with girls. I felt I'd never have a chance. Till' this morning." His smile was completely gone but he replaced it with a smirk when you looked back at him. "M'Sorry doll. Nev' expected ya ta even gimme a second glance." You rolled your eyes.

"Well of course I did!." You giggled while he feigned fake hurt. By this time the waitress walked back with your waters and placed them down. Shinji moved to collect them. But you felt the women's presence lurking. You looked up at her and she was staring directly at Shinji, "Are you ready to order now, sir?." He gave a curt nod your way as to ask you as well, when you picked up the menu you quickly picked the chef's choice, as you were nervous to take too long, Shinji picked the same one before handing the menu back to the lady. "Thank you I'll have that right out to you, sir." Before walking away. For some reason you couldn't help but feel as if she disregarded your presence and only noticed Shinji. He turned back to you.

"(Name)." You turned your head his way. "Yeah?." He held your hand in his lap tracing patterns on your skin. "Wanna dance?." You beamed before nodding excitedly. He slid out the booth with your hands still connected before pulling you to your feet and towards the dance floor. The music wasn't too fast but not too slow, and soon he begun spinning you in slow circles before pulling you close to his frame. You giggled. You could feel your hands getting clammy at the closeness as your hands moved to lay atop his shoulders while he swayed and twirled with you on the dance floor. A couple times you had accidentally tripped or stepped on his foot, mumbling apologies while he shrugged it off. He taught you a few jazz moves before doing the signature twirl and dip. His left arm wrapped securely around the mid of your back while the other held your hand. He leaned in close to your face, a blush creeping incredibly fast, heart thumping in your chest. Your eyes widened as his face kept inching closer to yours, your eyes slowly closed Before he landed a soft sweet longing kiss on your forehead and bringing you back upright to his chest. The music ended and people hollered and clapped before music transitioned into a soft melody again.

Grabbing his hand, you both sat back down while laughing amongst yourselves and by then the food arrived. Two words. Mouth watering. House salad with shrimp and steak and to top it off you both ordered a coconut breeze martini to go with the meal. Needless to say you were thankful he picked the place, you knew jazz was his thing and boy did he deliver. You both chatted about music, movies and other favorite topics. Going as far as to critique little details within each topic. His laughs were genuine and sweet. Something you never heard before now, and his body language wasn't so much as lazy and uncaring as most times, but attentive and serious while still retaining his comical behaviour. Everything was perfect, he listened to everything you said chiming in time to time to put in his opinions and comments while you did the same with him. Slight brushing of leg and arms, and occasionally leaning towards the other, lips caressing each other's cheeks while you spoke. Needlessly to say, you begun to get a slight buzz from the alcohol a red hue tinting your cheeks. Your giggles and eye smiles were the cutest thing Shinji had ever seen. You were far more relaxed and open with jokes. After two hours sitting and talking and eating, the waitress had come back for the final time to ask if you two wanted anything else, and if Shinji would like the bill. You went to reach for your purse to pay, but Shinji had moved his palm up to stop you as he did before. "It's on me darlin. I'm the man, 'mayyybe' next time ill'have ya pay." Your eyes widened for the up tenth time that night, trying to argue back that it was your treat. And then it hit you. *'next time ill'have ya pay.'*

Your hands shot up to hold your cheeks and stared at Shinji in shock. He laughed watching as you turned away with the brightest blush, *"he said next time? He wants to go out with me again?"* you squealed to yourself. Shinji watched with a soft smile as you had your monologue before seeing the waitress hand him the check, he thanked her before her hand touched his shoulder in a flirtatious way, his eyes narrowed at her gesture.

"I hope you have a nice night sir." She gave him a sultry smile and a wink before walking off to serve another round of tables. He scoffs, upon opening the check he seen a piece of torn paper with a note along with a number written on it. He scoffs again; *'if you want to spend a night with a real women, call me ;)-' (xxx) -xxx- xxxx'*

He makes quick work of the paper after writing the amount on the bill then left a note for the waitress. He didn't even bother to wait for her to collect the check before he insisted you and him leave for a walk. He slides out, taking your hand in his and helping you out of the booth and putting his hands on your hips to follow you outside.

The waitress had walked eagerly back to your tables to collect the check and plates. Quickly opening the check with anticipation before her face fell in disappointment.

*'Thanks, but I got a real women. Oh, and ya not gettin a tip :) hav'a nice night.'*

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the walk was even more peaceful, not so much chatting, just making small comments about the scenery or how well the food and music was.

Your eyes turned to look at Shinji. "I didn't want to bring this up, but I felt that the waitress-. " Shinji stiffened.

"Didn't like me very much." He hummed. "S'fine dollface. I took care of it." Your heart swelled you could hear your friends voice echoing through your head. *"Cuff him. Cuff him."*

You let out laugh to which caused Shinji to turn his head. "Wha'so funny?." You Shook your head and squeezed his hand, by this time you both had made it to your home. He walked you to your door. "Well. This is me." He begun to slouch and scratch his head again mumbling to himself. The action would've made you think he was disinterested but the light pink hue dusting his cheeks told another story. You laughed at him and placed a hand on his upper arm drawing him from his thoughts. His soft brown eyes scanned your features before walking closer to you holding your hand in his with utmost care.

"Shinji."

"Yes dear?."

"Can. We do this again?."

He smiles. "Absolutely."

It was your turn to smile. Before your hands followed his arms up to his shoulders, and stopping at where his neck connects, soft hands wrapping where his neck starts and peering into his eyes with heated passion. You sighed softly smelling his expensive cologne.

"(Name)."

"Yes?."

"May I, kiss ya now?. Fer real this time."

You stood on your tiptoes to get closer to his face. Pulling his face only centimeters away from where you wanted him the most. Your lips were parted for him, his eyes lowered from her irises to your parted pink lips.

Before finally closing the gap to a kiss as Swift and loving as the first shine of sun adorning the horizon. And left little to the imagination of his feelings towards you. You wish you could say the kiss was short but you both held it for as long as your lungs could allow, before finally parting for air at last.

Breathless and full of love.

"I'll see ya tomorrow yeah?." You nodded excitedly before pulling him in for a hug. "Goodnight shinji. Thank you for a wonderful time."

He gives you one more squeeze before letting you go and walking in the direction of the warehouse. You leaned against your front door after sighing dreamily to yourself. You should ask him out more often.

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A/N: hope this was amazing unfortunately my computer is down so I had to do all of this on mobile and wasn't able to put a Read More™ link. It was supposed to be a short one shot to get me started but inspiration bug hit so I apologize for the long post. I hope you enjoyed, my ask box for this side blog is open feel free to slide in and say hi! Love you all and more works will be upcoming ~ stay tuned. Much love

- Tara 🐉🔮

[palettes-and-prompts]

While I'm having a moment of off-anon bravery, I'd like to request some song prompts for Pumpkin Pie by Lemon Demon, if you don't mind C:

I don’t mind at all!

Dialogue Prompts

1) "I may have fucked up this pumpkin pie." "How do you fuck up a pumpkin pie? It's literally two things. Pumpkin and pie." "You clearly don't know a thing about making pumpkin pie and we're definitely going to come back to that at some point but we need to focus on fixing this for now." 2) "So, I  may have just started a zombie apocalypse with pie." 3) "What do you mean you're bad at cooking? It's impossible, it's reading. It's following instructions. If you can read and follow directions you can cook a fucking pie." 4) "You can't eat all that pie." "Don't underestimate me, now hand over the pies. I'll eat any pie. I can eat them all." 5) "I couldn't eat them all. There were so many. If I even look at another piece it's all over for me. I'm gonna be sick." 6) "This kind of tastes like grass." "Yeah, I put grass in it." "Why?" "I wanted to see what would happen if you put grass in a pie." "Just makes it taste like grass." "Yeah." 7) "Don't freak out but I may have killed someone with pie." "..." "You're not saying anything." "If I do I might freak out and you told me you didn't want me to do that." 8) "Person A! Convince B to give me the recipe for their pumpkin pie." "Person B! Give C the recipe for your pumpkin pie!" "No." "Well, I tried."   9) "If you even think about eating the last slice of my pumpkin pie I will gut you where you stand." 10) "A! B! I know how we can end the war. We can bake pumpkin pie." "C, that has got to be the dumbest thing you've ever said. B, tell them." "No, no, I wanna hear this." "They're talking about ending a /war/ with pie. You seriously wanna hear this?" "Honestly, I wont be able to sleep at night if I don't know where this is going."

Regular Prompts

1) Person A comes from a long line of witches/wizards who were hunted and killed. Being the last of their name they decide to get revenge on all of the people in the kingdom by making a lot of pies for the big festival. They use a spell to make everyone love the pie and soon everyone in the town doesn't want to do anything but eat pie. A continues to make pies and profit off of them and people can't stop themselves from eating more and more. Soon A becomes the most powerful person in the kingdom and they're happy with what they've done to the people who killed their family. And when people are beginning to kill for the pies A decides to bail and the kingdom becomes a war zone where the people have lost their minds and are hunting each other they get so hungry. (Bonus if A moves to a new kingdom and has a pretty good life after that and even meets more witches/wizards.) 2) A decides to make the most disgusting thing they can think of and bake it into a pie. Turns out it's good and now they have a bakery. When people ask for the recipe they just tell people it's a family secret because they're too embarrassed to tell people what's really in it. Person B finds out what's in it and A thinks they're going to blackmail them or just tell everyone. Turns out they think it's hilarious and want to help them open more bakeries around the world. (Bonus if A and B take the secret to the grave.) 3) A and B are rival bakers. A has always been a better baker than B so when B is suddenly more popular because of their pies A is pissed off. They decide to break into B's bakery to steal the recipe but they can't find it anywhere. When they confront B about the recipe they're incredibly cocky and inform A they know they broke in. They tell Person A they'll never get the recipe because the only people who know it are them and a private lawyer who is to give the recipe to B's future family when B dies. A is pissed and they begin to try harder and eat so much pie to try and figure out what the recipe is. Eventually A storms into their bakery and asks B out, which confuses them and A tells them that if they date and get married then they'll legally be their family and then they'll be able to find out. B calls them an idiot but ends up going out with them anyway. On their seven year wedding anniversary they decide to tell A the recipe. (Bonus if the recipe is like super easy to figure out or it's just something you wouldn't put in a pie.) 4) A is a witch/wizard who's best friends with the Prince/Princess, Person B. Person A ends up fucking up a pie recipe and accidentally puts everyone in the kingdom into a deep sleep apart from the Prince/Princess who is now stuck with A trying to figure out how to break the spell. A doesn't understand how they messed up the recipe until they remember that Person B had walked into the kitchen and was touching things and moving stuff around while they were looking for something. They argue about whose fault it is until they decide they'll both stop being friends and figure out their own ways to get the kingdom back to normal. They realize things are harder on their own and that they're better as a team. They eventually apologize to each other and work together. (Bonus if this ends up being how A and B fall for each other.) 5) Everyone loves A's pumpkin pies and B tries to figure out the recipe on their own but decide to sneak in to steal the recipe. This is how B finds out the whole bakery is  cover up A uses so they can have an alibi for robbing rich people. B watches them, admiring how they use the money to give back. They don't get the pie recipe but they do make friends with A and help them. After nearly dying together on a job A decides to teach B the recipe. (Bonus if while eating the first pie B made they end up having their first kiss together.)

Sorry this took a bit, I’ll try to get more out tomorrow. I was spending time with family and trying to stay awake so I’m dead tired right now but I hope you like these! Also, first time I’ve ever seen anyone else mention Lemon Demon.

[kassandra-lorelei]

"Just because I'm heartless doesn't mean I don't like chocolate." I know I just asked for a oneshot recently, but I saw this one on a Tumblr prompt blog I follow and it cracked me up because I instantly thought of C.C. I can just see her snarky, sassy self saying this to Niles after some zinger war or something. Ha ha. I know you're working on other stuff, so whenever you get to it I'd love to see what you come up with! ❤️

Here we are, my friend! I am so sorry this took so long, but I’ve been under some stress recently and I’ve had to take my time getting this done

For that Anon waiting for the other prompt I have, I promise you will have it soon, and for everyone waiting on the next chapter of Personal Guardian Demon, I will be getting on it soon as well

@missbabcocks1 @holomoriarty

Valentine’s Day might not have been a cause for celebrationto Niles, given his apparent permanent bachelor status, but that didn’t mean hegot to be away from it. In an ideal world, he would’ve asked for (and gotten) aday off so that he could go out somewhere and perhaps blend in with every otherface in the crowd. In the mansion, he stuck out like a sore thumb – Mr and MrsSheffield would obviously have a romantic meal that evening, Miss Margaret hadgone out with her boyfriend, Master Brighton kept saying he was meeting a girland would be out all day (though he had been sketchy on the details, such asthe girl’s name, how they’d met, where they were going, etc), and Miss Grace wasgoing to the movies with a group of her friends.

Depressingly, even Miss Babcock had managed to get herself adinner date that night. Some businessman or other, as handsome as he was richand twice as charming, no doubt. And that was going to be a lovely thought hismind would conjure up later, when he’d finished washing up after Mr and MrsSheffield’s romantic meal and was busy tucking into the large amount of chocolatethat he’d bought and stashed away in the kitchen for safekeeping.

Of course, he’d teased the producer when she’d told MrSheffield about her plans, just a few days before. It had just been so easy to notethat there was emphasis on “scare” in the phrase “scare up a date”. She hadthen retorted that at least she’d have a date, which might not have been thebest or funniest zinger she’d ever come up with, but in the coldfourteenth-of-February morning light, it felt like a slap in the face.

He’d managed to keep it to himself for the first few hoursof the day. He’d even tried to be in keeping with the Valentine’s theme bycooking the family heart-shaped strawberry pancakes for breakfast and servinghot chocolate to go with it.

But underneath the longer time went on, the more thepleasant exterior felt like what it was – a façade. It was a relief when thefamily dispersed for the time being, the children going off by themselves, MrSheffield and Miss Babcock heading to the office to begin the work day, and MrsSheffield going out shopping “for later”. Niles didn’t bother asking what she wasgoing to buy, it was going to be obvious the next day, when Mr Sheffield camedownstairs with a ridiculous smile on his face.

He must’ve been wallowing in his own misery over the factthat he’d come downstairs the next day to a sink full of dishes and theknowledge that he had to make breakfast for a family of five that wasn’t evenhis, because before he knew it, a hand was being waved his face and he was backin the office.

He’d originally gone in there to do some tidying, and losttrack of the time in thinking. It was just his luck that Miss Babcock happenedto be watching at the same time.

She was clearly delighted to have caught him off-guard aswell, “What’s the matter, Niles? Forget what you came over here for?”

Niles felt a small pang of irritation, which quickly turnedinto a lingering sense of annoyance. Of course she was happy – she knew she hadthe upper hand in every category, as things currently stood. He’d been the onenot paying attention, and no doubt at any moment she’d remind him of the eveninghe had to look forward to.

Alone, whilst she was out somewhere with her businessman,having the time of her life.

He might not have been in the mood for zingers, but one cameanyway.

“I haven’t quite made it to that level of mental deteriorationyet,” he replied drily. “I’m not your age.”

Miss Babcock was quite prepared for the challenge, “I’m gladyou agree that I’m not ancient, unlike certain people in this room!”

“Oh, would you two give it a rest just for today?” Maxwellstepped in from his seated position at his desk before Niles could retort. TheBritish producer had a pink box in his hands, which he opened and pushed acrossthe desk towards them. “I’d much rather have a pleasant Valentine’s Day, ifit’s all the same to you. Fran gifted me these just before she left thismorning – come and have a chocolate, and let’s all get back to work.”

Niles went over, peering into the box. Of course each andevery single chocolate was heart-shaped, he thought to himself bitterly.Perfect for two lovers to feed each other whilst locked in an intimate embrace.

Two lovers, like Miss Babcock and her oh-so-perfect date.

And, without even thinking about it, another insult made itsway from his heart to his mind, and bypassed any kind of filter to come straightfrom his mouth.

“I hope your date tonight remembers chocolates like these,”he told her. “At this rate, it’s the only way you’ll ever have a heart in you.”

The reaction from Maxwell was (surprisingly) loud andimmediate.

“Niles!” the British producer cried, looking back and forthbetween his butler and his business associate. “I told you to pack it in! Whatthe Devil’s gotten into you, Old Man?!”

Niles expected there to be a similar reaction from MissBabcock at any moment – for a grin to appear on her ruby red lips where she wasso pleased their employer had taken her side, and then a smug comment about howyou just couldn’t get the help these days, and if you could, you couldn’t getthe help to shut up.

But those things didn’t happen. Instead, the producer juststood there with neither a smile nor a smart word. She didn’t look angry,either.

In actual fact, Niles could have sworn that she looked upset(or…even hurt?), even if she was trying to hide it.

She gestured lightly to the stack of papers she’d been goingthrough before, abandoned on the green loveseat, “Maxwell, those contracts arefinished. I’m gonna take a long lunch break.”

Without another word, she turned and left the office.

After being reprimanded by Maxwell for not doing as he wastold and leaving the zingers aside for a while, Niles was allowed to carry onwith his work. But the butler couldn’t fully bring himself to do anything ofany actual worth – and that time, it had nothing to do with his perpetualloneliness.

Nothing to do with that, and everything to do with guilt. Hereally and truly hadn’t meant to say something quite so awful – it had justslipped out! He’d just been so angry and upset that she had a…well, he wasangry and upset that he didn’t have anyone to spend either today, or the restof his life, with.

The feeling of guilt was only exacerbated when he finallymade his way into the kitchen, and spotted Miss Babcock at the table. She wassurrounded by the stash of chocolate he’d bought for himself, more than half ofit opened and a lot of it missing.

He really had hurt her, hadn’t he? She’d imagined that she’dbe left alone (where she could bear her emotions in private) and had gonethrough the cupboards for comfort food.

Niles took a hesitant step towards her, “Miss Babcock, I-”

The producer lifted one hand in a halting fashion.

“Save it, Niles,” she nearly snapped, using her free handsto crumple up an empty wrapper and drop it on the table with the rest. “I don’twanna hear your next pithy little remark. You can have this round.”

She…thought this was all part of their usual routine? Thathe was trying to deliberately make her feel this way, because part of the gamewas to make her upset? That wasn’t the way it was supposed to play out, andthey both knew it! Even without talking about it, they knew they enjoyed thewordplay and the challenge that the other provided.

What he’d said had been too much, and it hadn’t come from agood place.

He approached the table sombrely, hoping that he could offerher an apology. It would be a first, most likely, but it was nonetheless needed.

She picked up another chocolate bar and eyed himsuspiciously as he came over, “What? No victory dance, or is that too muchexercise for that ancient carcass of yours?”

Pursing his lips some, Niles tried to ignore the remark.

“I’m not here to try and argue with you,” he said, turninghis eyes to the mess on the table. “Although some others might, if they caughtyou with their own private stash. Or what’s left of it, rather…”

Miss Babcock broke off a piece, “Well, just because I’mheartless doesn’t mean I don’t like chocolate.”

Niles sighed, thinking that he could kick himself.

“…I really didn’t mean to be so callous, you know.”

The producer rolled her eyes, words only muffled a little bythe chocolate she’d popped into her mouth, “Yeah, right!”

“I’m telling you the truth!” he insisted in return.

Miss Babcock turned more in her chair, looking at himseriously, “What makes you think I’m gonna believe that? Is it the years ofinsults, the physical pranks, or the way you toy with my mental health like acat with a yarn ball?”

Niles returned her look, leaning over towards her slightly, “Howabout the fact that you know if I was going to try and turn this into a joke, Iwould have done so by now?”

It was, truly, a last resort. The two of them never talkedabout the fact that they knew each other better than anyone else – knew whatdirection the other would take a verbal sparring session, their likes anddislikes in a variety of subjects, from food to people…

They knew how far each would take something like this, andwhen they would stop. And she knew that he would have done more than he had sofar, if he intended to continue.

She had to accept it, even if she was upset, “Alright,fine.”

Not feeling much better, but now at least satisfied that shewas willing to listen to him, Niles hesitantly took the seat next to her. Hedid it a little more confidently once it became apparent that she wasn’t goingto stop him.

But before he could try to apologise again, the producerspoke up.

“And for the record, I don’t even have a date tonight,” she angrilyunwrapped another chocolate. “But before you say anything, no, I did not makeup the one I had before.”

Niles felt surprise bubble up inside him. So, they were bothspending Valentine’s Day by themselves – suddenly, it made sense that she hadn’tmocked his lack of a date (or the fact that he had to work to make someone else’sday special) all morning.

And it made even more sense as to why his insult had stungher so deeply. Behind those walls she put around herself, Niles knew she wouldbe feeling hurt and vulnerable. His tactless words were probably contributing tothat, and it was making him feel awful.

He shifted in his seat, “…If you don’t mind my asking, whathappened?”

“Damned if I know,” she bit into her chocolate, and it oozedcaramel. “You know, I really thought it was all going great, and then all of asudden, he calls me up and says he has to cancel on me!”

Niles blinked, “Was he ill?”

Miss Babcock looked at him, “What do you think, Niles?”

The expression on her face was all he needed to understandwhat had gone on, and he wanted to kick himself again for not realising before.

“Oh,” he bit back a frown and picked up a chocolate forhimself. “I see. There was clearly an emergency then. Somebody somewhere requireda giant tool.”

And that was when he noticed Miss Babcock finally crack asmile – the crinkled kind that told him she was trying not to laugh.

But Niles wasn’t going to be deterred. After the time she’dhad, he actually felt that the producer needed to laugh a little. So, (between eatingthe chocolates they’d apparently silently sort-of agreed to share) he keptgoing, tossing insults and sharp remarks at the man who’d ditched her on a daythat was supposed to be about love and togetherness.

He hoped it made up for his behaviour at least a little, andfor the fact that the only chocolate she’d had hadn’t been a gift, she had nodate tonight to look forward to, and no flower bouquets to admire.

And eventually, she did laugh. It was like music when ithappened, and Niles felt his chest inflate a little with pride.

He had cheered her up, to some extent.

Her bad feeling hadn’t entirely gone away, though.

She lowered another empty wrapper to the table, twisting it inbetween her fingers, “Well, jerk or not, he clearly had a better offer elsewhere!”

Niles cocked his head to one side, “A better offer thanyou?”

The producer huffed a sardonic laugh out through her nose,her eyes focused on the table.

“Not hard to find, right?”

Niles felt a wave of sadness come over him at that. MissBabcock truly did underestimate herself, when there was no reason.

And, after the time they’d spent just enjoying the chocolateand discussing the ways in which her non-date could go screw himself, he wasfeeling…well, rather encouraged.

“No…I’d say it’s more…impossible.”

It caught the producer off-guard, “What?”

Suddenly the encouragement dimmed a little, and tensiongripped at his heart. But he knew he had to go on – he couldn’t suddenly decidenot to say anything; she’d never let him live it down if he did.

He just had to be tactful about it, that was all.

So, he began, “Well, who wouldn’t ask you to be their dateon Valentine’s Day? The witty conversation, probably a very carefully selectedbottle of wine, and then dancing well into the night…it sounds like the bestoffer a man could receive, to me.”

There was silence for an uncomfortably long amount of time afterwards.But, eventually, the producer leaned back in her chair.

“Do I smell scotch on your breath?” she asked, gesturing athim. “I’m getting flashbacks to Maxwell and Nanny Fine’s wedding day.”

Niles rolled his eyes, “I haven’t been imbibing, Babs – I doactually happen to think that you make better company than most.”

There was another, shorter silence before the produceranswered.

“That doesn’t prove to me that you’re not hammered, you know,”she said. Then she let a ghost of a smile appear. “But…thanks anyway, I guess.”

Niles had to be satisfied with that. He felt it was time toget back into familiar territory, for the time being.

He smiled back at her, “Well, I’m not trying to kick the dogwhile she’s down, I’m trying to bring her back up.”

Miss Babcock’s eyebrow raised, a hint of a smirk playingabout her features, “And you think another zinger is the right way to go aboutthat, huh?”

The butler grinned lopsidedly in return, “Throw me a bone, Ialready let you almost entirely demolish my chocolate supplies.”

The producer appeared to think about this, before replying.

“Well, you do put the “dog” in “dogsbody”, so alright,” shesaid. She then reached down to her bag, which was at her feet, and pulled outher purse. “And here. All the chocolate’s gonna be half-price tomorrow; you canrestock your little stash and not have to worry about breaking a buck!”

She pulled out a small wad of notes, and tossed it onto his sideof the table.

Niles looked at it for a few seconds, not thinking about chocolatelike she must have assumed he would be. A plan was rapidly forming in his head,and he liked it far better than eating treats alone in his room, discreetlyshedding a tear or two at the movie he’d put on the television, and throwingdiscarded wrappers at the screen if he got annoyed at the lead couple.

He then looked up at the producer, “I’d tell you to keep it,if I didn’t have a better idea.”

That seemed to pique Miss Babcock’s interest, “Oh?”

“You are on your break, and I have no chores left untiltonight,” he said. “I might not be able to offer you dinner, but how does aValentine’s Day lunch sound?”

Miss Babcock appeared to think about it for a moment, before looking amused.

“Offering to pay for a meal with money that I gave you,” she said. “You certainly know how to turn a girl’s head, ScrubbingBubbles!”

“I wouldn’t use it to pay for a meal!” Niles protested,before suddenly thinking of something and leaning his elbow on the table withhis head propped up in his hand. “Although, interestingly enough, I’m nothearing you say no…”

Miss Babcock’s retort was swift, “Well, I suppose I have noother choice but to accept, unless I want to look like a sad sack who couldn’teven get a date on Valentine’s Day.”

“Was that another dig at my inability to get a date?” thebutler asked, dropping his last chocolate wrapper on the small pile on thetable.

“You see it however you want, Hazel,” Miss Babcock replied,pushing her chair out to get up. “Are we going, or not?”

Niles began to smile again, and joined her on his feet, “Wemost certainly are.”

They both began to make their way towards the door, butbefore Niles left he remembered to pick up the money Miss Babcock had left forhim on the table.

He’d use his own money to pay for the food, and they’d bothjust had enough chocolate to last them an entire week, let alone a day, butthere was still one thing that was missing.

He wasn’t about to ruin the (awfully bold) Valentine’s Daysurprise by telling her, but earlier that day he’d seen a man on the cornerselling flowers.