#can u call it baking?? it’s technically not touched the oven

[ralofofriverwoods]

FRIED PIES

Rhubarb flavored✨✨

Fun tip: unless you want your pies to literally fall apart when you try n pick them up, don’t use regular pie crust dough! It is not meant 4 deep frying

It is still yummy though

[yan-twst]

Hi! Can u make a non-yandere headcanon with Heartslabyul soulmate AU (temperature gets hotter the nearer they are, colder when they are further away), please? Thank you in advance!

i hadn’t heard of this au before, but for convenience’s sake i’m gonna say that the temperatures even out after they get together / kiss or whatever because... the thought of like being with your soulmate and then forever feeling super warm sounds unpleasant as hell

riddle rosehearts

riddle was completely caught off guard when he suddenly began to feel warm in the entrance ceremony- could it be... that his soulmate was one of the incoming students?!

he convinces himself that he was probably just imagining things- no, surely not... when he begins to feel even warmer when that odd non-magic user runs around with their fire-spewing racoon, he tells himself that the warmth is just kalim’s uniform that caught fire. nothing more... right?

riddle had assumed his soulmate perhaps just didn’t exist- that he didn’t have one. he’d felt frigidly cold his whole life, moreso than people whose soulmates were simply in another country, and yet now, he feels warmth...

he’s very in denial about the whole thing. how- how can it be? there’s no way his soulmate is someone from another world, right? but he can’t keep fooling himself about how warm he feels when they’re close, warmer than he’s felt in his whole life

the first time he’s close enough to touch them, he feels... so warm. it’s almost like standing next to a fireplace- and based on the look on their eyes, he knows they feel it to

it’s an awkward conversation to have; “so we are... soulmates” is a very direct thing to say, but... he’s overjoyed. he finally found them, the one who’s meant for him- finally, he isn’t plagued by the freezing cold he’d felt his whole life

even though he feels like a fool for having ignored the signals for so long, his darling comforts him- they were also technically skirting around the subject, weren’t they? but it’s all good now, and neither of them will ever go another night feeling like they’ll freeze to death: they have each other, and that’s all that matters

ace trappola

ace’s brother used to tell him that his soulmate was simply somewhere far away, and that’s why he was always so cold- he had to have one, if he was cold, right? if he didn’t have one, then he’d just... not feel cold? it was a bit of an odd explanation, and not one that brought him much comfort as a young child

when he got older, he simply decided his brother was wrong. he had no soulmate. all his friends had either found their soulmate or talked excitedly about feeling flashes of warmth when they traveled or went to crowded events, but not him- he still felt as frigid as always

... so when he arrived at NRC and felt the cold melt away just slightly, he was freaked the hell out. could it be- could it be his soulmate was here?! it made sense, right?! because the magic mirror called mages from all over the world!

and then he meets the magicless student and oh. he is so warm- compared to how cold he’d felt, he almost feels like he’ll burn up. his eyes go wide like plates, and he can tell that the student is equally as shocked, both ignoring grim’s confused stare

he has no idea what to do. he had not planned for this, at all- he’d accepted he had no soulmate, so he never even thought of what he’d say to his if he even had one. it’s a bit of an awkward “so... i guess we’re soulmates, huh?”, but the magicless student quickly breaks into a smile and nods

he’s not gonna shut up about this. so this is how it feels to not be freezing cold, huh? he likes it a lot! he’s gonna do his best to be a good boyfriend to his soulmate, even if it means quite a lot of teasing; even if he’s a bit of a meanie, he’s truly glad he finally found them

deuce spade

deuce used to complain a lot to his mother about how cold he was- adding to her distress. not only did she worry over her son, always getting into trouble, but he also seemed to have no soulmate, no matter how many people he met or how far they went out just to try and get deuce to feel a flash of warmth...

of course, once he realized how much he was hurting her, he stopped; his delinquent tendencies, and his complaining of the cold. he opted to do what many people with faraway soulmates do, which was using heat packs and wearing layers- even if he did feel as if though his soulmate was... farther away than anyone he’d spoken to

deuce was set out to be a good student in NRC, and he’s thrown off his rhythm when he arrives and suddenly he feels... warm. sure, not actually hot- but compared to the freezing, cold feeling he’s had all his life? he knows for sure his soulmate is there, closer than ever

it takes him a bit by surprise when he realizes the warmth increases when he approaches the odd magicless student. they- didn’t they... come from another world?! is it even possible to be soulmates with someone from another world?

but they confirm they also feel warm when deuce is close, warmer than they ever had. suddenly it makes sense to him: he was cold as hell, because his soulmate was... in an entirely different world than him...

he doesn’t want to take things too fast- he’s still reeling form discovering he actually does have a soulmate, and he wants to properly confess and get to know them! so- give him the chance to do so; he’s going to do it the proper way!

(of course, that day he calls his mom to tell her the good news, and she’s almost in tears; deuce, who she’d worried over so much, is finally going to feel warmth, the freezing cold isn’t going to haunt hher boy anymore)

trey clover

he never really talks about soulmates that much, not even with his friends. riddle had asked once, and received a very vague response- however, just standing besides trey felt... cold- like he was so frigid his body radiated cold, even if he never mentioned it

that was part of why he liked baking so much- being around the oven, working near fire and cooking warmed him up slightly. he was silently envious of others- those who shed the odd temperature changes by finally getting together with their soulmates, or even those who lived in the same country as their soulmate. of anyone who didn’t feel the freezing cold he’d lived his whole life with

he’s already 18 and hasn’t even felt a slightly warmer temperature in his whole life- he’s more than given up, honestly. and then, at the start of his 3rd year, while the entrance ceremony is taking place, he feels it- the temperature rises. a lot. sure, he’s still not entirely warm, but compared to how he was before? it’s a lot

he’s almost antsy about it- his soulmate arrived, ok, they’re here, he just... he has to find them. it shouldn’t be so difficult, right? both of them must have been feeling freezing their whole lives, so finding the heat should be rather easy-

and then he comes face to face with the new, magicless student from ramshackle, and he knows. of course he knows- he’s so warm, warmer than he’d ever felt when baking; he almost forgets to introduce himself

he and his soulmate have a lot of catching up, he reckons; how had they been living their life up until now? were they as cold as him? and- well... he’s happy. he’s so grateful that they’re finally here: it has to be fate, for them to be taken to this world where he is, right?

cater diamond

cater exells in hiding his true self- he’s such a cheery and happy dude, nobody would be able to tell how freezing cold he’s been his whole life. he’s used to wearing layers, using heat packs to help his almost-ice cold hands, and all the tips and tricks to hide the fact his soulmate must be as far away as possible

of course it’s really painful for him- he wishes so bad he could have his soulmate by his side! not only because the near constant cold is almost painful at times, but... he just feels like it’d all be better, yknow?

he doesn’t even drop a clue for anyone to know he’s distraught over this, though; he’s more or less given up. not even during the entrance ceremony does he have hope

... until he feels warmth

at first he says nothing, too shocked to think- is it... is it real? are his nerves finally dying from the cold and he’s just kinda feeling things? he pushes down the thoughts as he leads the heartslabyul freshmen away for their welcome party- surely, if he isn’t going crazy... he’ll run into his soulmate, right?

as it turns out, the freshmen- ace and deuce, end up guiding his soulmate right to him as he’s busy painting roses. he almost drops his magic pen out of shock, the warmth almost overwhelming, as ace and deuce stare in confusion as cater and the ramshackle prefect just... stare at each other

well! it seems his soulmate was truly as far as they could be- someone from an entirely different world?! no wonder he was cold, huh? but at least now that’s over, isn’t it? he’s so happy and overwhelmed he almost forgets to take a congratulatory selfie- this deserves to be immortalized! 

of course, once the selfie is taken, he slows down a bit. there’s so many questions he has for them! how had their lives been up until now? he’s more than happy to help them around this new world for them; after all, he’s quite giddy that he’s not going to feel the freezing cold again

[calumcest]

hi there! could you maybe try write malum with 24- i never want you to feel like you’re not good enough- or malum with (icthomk it’s 19 but I forgot, but it’s) “theres nothing to be scared of, okay? I’m right here.” (thank u!)

OH i forgot the situation could it be finally home after a hard day please !!! im sorry (from the same anon who asked for 24 and the one i thought was 19 but is actually 16)

thank YOU anon yes ofc 

12 - Finally home after a hard day / “I never want you to feel like you’re not good enough.” 

The end to a hard day’s work for Michael and Calum is a little different to most people. 

Most people get home at six or seven, kick off their shoes, cook a quick dinner, then settle down to watch TV. Michael and Calum get home at around two a.m., often stopping at a McDonald’s on the way home because neither of them can be bothered to cook, and usually ends in half an hour of Calum trying to coax Michael to get changed and not fall asleep on the sofa in his clothes. 

Sometimes, though, only one of them is needed at the studio. Tonight is one of those nights. 

Calum likes to wait up for Michael anyway, even though he could technically get an early night, because he likes the twenty minutes of sleepy conversation he can get out of Michael before he falls asleep mid-sentence on Calum’s chest. He’s even made Michael dinner, sticking it in the oven to keep it warm when Michael texts at half past one that he’s on his way home. 

At quarter to two, Calum hears the front door click, and sets his book to one side, waiting for Michael to come into the living room. There’s a minute of shuffling - Michael’s actually taking off his shoes, Calum notes with approval - and then the living room door swings open. 

“Hi,” Calum says, with a smile, because even though he’s spent the last eighteen years with Michael, he still always looks forward to seeing him after more than a few hours apart. 

“Hi,” Michael says, and he sounds absolutely exhausted. He crosses the room in two strides and throws himself on Calum’s lap, curling up tightly on his chest. Calum frowns, wrapping his arms around Michael and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. 

“What’s up?” he murmurs. Michael shrugs, but the movement is tiny, like he doesn’t have the energy to do it properly. 

“Luke made me re-record the lead, like, fifty billion times,” he mumbles, curling his fist in Calum’s shirt. Calum doesn’t have the heart to tell him not to do it, it’ll stretch the shirt out. 

“You know what he’s like,” Calum says with a sigh, bringing one hand up to thread through Michael’s hair and stroke it softly. 

“I know,” Michael says, but his voice is kind of small. 

“What?” Michael shrugs, another micro-movement. “C’mon, Mikey. Your dinner’s in the oven, I don’t want it to go cold.” 

“You made me dinner?” 

“Pasta bake,” Calum says. There’s a pause.

“I love you,” Michael says, somehow both soft and fervent. Calum smiles, and kisses Michael’s temple. 

“I know,” he says. “Now, d’you wanna tell me what’s wrong?” 

“‘S stupid,” Michael says. 

“It’s not stupid if it upset you,” Calum says patiently. Michael likes to be coaxed. 

“Just don’t feel like he thinks I’m good enough,” Michael says. Calum sighs as his heart breaks a little, arm tightening around Michael. 

“You’re better than good enough, Mikey,” he says. 

“Well, not to Luke,” Michael says, a touch petulant. 

“That’s not true,” Calum says. “He pushes you because he knows you can do better than you think you can.” 

“I can’t,” Michael says. Calum frowns. 

“Mikey,” he says, and Michael looks up at him, sea-green eyes blinking behind inky lashes. “Stop it. Don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re amazing at what you do - writing, singing, and playing. You’re a wonderful guitarist - you’re incredibly talented. I never want you to feel like you’re not good enough.” 

Michael’s silent for a moment, just looking up at Calum. After a while, he smiles, tired eyes lighting up, soft and fond. 

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he says, pressing a kiss to Calum’s jawline. 

“You’re pretty good at sucking dick,” Calum says, and Michael laughs, a low buzz that Calum feels in his entire body. 

“Fuck you,” he says, but he’s smiling. 

“If you want,” Calum says, grinning. 

“Can I have my dinner first?” Michael asks. 

“If you must,” Calum says, but Michael makes no move to get up, just blinks up at Calum innocently. It takes Calum a moment, but then it dawns on him, and he rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling. “Fine, you dickhead. I’ll get your dinner.” He tips Michael out of his lap, and he immediately curls up on the sofa as Calum stands up. 

“Love you,” Michael calls as Calum walks out of the room. 

“You’d better,” Calum shouts back, and he hears Michael laugh tiredly, and thinks it’s the best sound he’s heard all day.