#shy guy pastry chef

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Shy Guy (Pastry Chef)

Debut: Mario Kart Tour

I love Shy Guy :]

I love sweets and treats! I love baked goods! I even like to make them sometimes!

So a Shy Guy, wearing a chef hat, creator of pastries? This is a Kin Emergency over here!

This is such a perfect character and appeals to me so much that I’m even willing to look past the fact that he’s French-coded!

Cooking is one thing, baking is another, and pastry-making is an intensely delicate science! But we can clearly see that Shy Guy (Pastry Chef) is a master of the craft! Just churning out treats with reckless abandon! You know they’re good because good food is guaranteed to make a woman close her eyes and smile while putting her hand on her cheek. After every single bite! I can’t tell exactly what every pastry on display is, but those certain ones in the wobbly stack in Shy Guy’s right hand... could they be flans? How I hope so!

Shy Guy (Pastry Chef) takes great care to ensure that no hairs or dandruff or scales or whatever covers a Shy Guy’s scalp will end up in your food. He is wearing three whole articles of clothing on his head! That’s so difficult to do without the hat falling off! However, the big ol’ eye holes of his mask do mean that Eyes could potentially fall in your pristine tarts. But with such a prestigious fellow as this, that would be an honor!

The delight keeps on coming because Shy Guy (Pastry Chef)’s signature kart is the Carrot Cart! I love this so much! You know I love Carrot Aesthetic! A carrot is not what I would have chosen for a pastry chef (I would have chosen a rabbit, so good thing Nabbit shares this signature vehicle) but it can represent carrot cake, and of course that little frosting carrot they always put on top of it! I bet Shy Guy (Pastry Chef) is SO good at drawing a carrot out of frosting. It would look so much like a real carrot that you would bite into it expecting it to crunch and hurt your teeth. In a good way though.

Our patissier pal is not the first Shy Guy chef we have seen in the Mario franchise, though he is the most lovingly crafted! In Mario Party 8, Shy Guy’s Perplex Express has chef Shy Guys in the train’s kitchen, who are simply regular Shy Guys with hats. They stand on crates to reach the counter, which is cute, but also sad, since this train was evidently made for humans and not Shy Guys... hopefully someday the hardworking crew will be able to make the kitchen more accessible! Also the heat vent can suck people onto the roof, and that’s pretty dangerous.

I don’t think there is any chance of Shy Guy (Pastry Chef) being made playable in Mario Kart 8 Deluxe, but I think he should appear as one of the Shy Guys in cars in Coconut Mall. He came because he heard they were doing Donuts!

If you don’t feel worthy of playing as Shy Guy (Pastry Chef), that’s okay! It is important to be yourself. And with the Pastry Chef Mii Racing Suit, You, yes, You, can be his apprentice! This is one of the few racing suits not based on something ubiquitous from the Mario series, and I think that is wonderful, because it means they love Shy Guy (Pastry Chef) that much, or at least they love the concept of Pastry Chefs. I love both! Anyway, the chef hat of this outfit is a rigid helmet and that delights me.

Just as each driver in Tour has favored courses, so do Mii Racing Suits! That’s right, when you wear one of these, you are not yourself! What YOU want does not matter anymore, and you are at the mercy of your fashionable and practical outfit. Would you put on such a racing suit, knowing it would warp your mind, making you drawn hopelessly to the likes of Paris Promenade 2 R/T Version, even if you would not think much of the course otherwise?

Mii Racing Suits are scary! The helmets control your mind and zap your brain if you try to resist! The suits move your limbs for you! Have to go to the bathroom? Too bad! Your suit has other plans, you’re going to Donut Plains 2 and you’re going to like it! Have fun in the Mii Tour coming soon to Mario Kart Tour.

[19871997]

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[violetnintendo]

Official art of Peach (Vacation) and Shy Guy (Pastry Chef) - Mario Kart Tour

Image taken from the MarioWiki

[wooahiexist]

Decided to finally whip up some Shy Guy’s!

Also i’m working on the Shy Guy’s species more! This time it’s Vampire Heyho! :D

I’ll give him a ref just like the Fake Yoshi’s I have a lot of ideas!!

[thebearer]

hi again !! what about carmy having a younger gf who's inexperienced in relationships and sex but she's got a dirty mind (yeah she reads smut) and is eager to learn but is also kinda shy about asking him, etc...

thank you <3

minors dni 18+. slight age gap reader is still 21+ just bc that's what i'm comfy with.

"You never done this before?" Carmen asked, raising a brow at you. You shook your head, eyes flickering downward in a shy, hidden expression.

Carmen could feel his chest swelling, boasting with pride, maybe? No, it felt deeper, more primal and raw than that. The idea that he'd be the first to touch you like this, the first you touched like that- it made his cock throb.

"No one's ever taken care of you like this?" Carmen rasped, taking a step towards you.

You shook your head. "No, I mean, a guy fingered- or well kinda tried to finger me once, but it wasn't... good." You admitted, looking at the ground. Carmen caught your jaw easily, lifting your gaze to him. "But no one's ever..."

"Ever?" Carmen lifted a brow, a little teasing, eyes darkening with every passing second. "C'mon, say it f'me, baby." His hand slides down your waist, pulling you closer.

Your body is buzzing with heat, a dull ache between your legs, Carmen's finger wrapped around your jaw. "I-I've never had someone, uh, go... go down on me." You admitted.

"Yeah?" Carmen's hand is gravelly, a tiny rasp that had your head reeling. "You want me to? Want me to take care of you?"

"Yeah." You whispered, a tiny whine tailing on the edge of your tone. Carmen's hand kneaded the fat of your hips, your ass.

"Yeah, what?" Carmen's nose brushed over your cheek, lips ghosting over your skin, body shuddering in goosebumps. "What'd ya say?"

"Please." You whimpered, breathy, clinging to the cotton material of his shirt.

"Alright. I gotcha, alright? Lay back f'me. I'll take care of you. Make you feel good." Carmen's lips were over the shell of your ear, walking you back towards the bed.

Carmen wasn't super experienced by any means, a few hookups here and there, a weird situationship with the pastry chef in New York. It was something he always felt a little insecure about, a little inferior. Then he met you. You were vibrant, magnetic in every way, Carmen was so sure you'd been loved properly before, he loved you in every aspect. You'd told him, over a few glasses of wine, mumbled, shy confessions that shocked him. Carmen didn't say much, just muttered it was a shame, a shame for them, not for him. He'd take care of you, at your own pace.

You were down to your pantie, laying on Carmen's bed, a little unsure, suddenly more vulnerable and painfully aware. Carmen's hands slid down your ribs, over your tummy, toying with the hem of your panties.

"You ready?" Carmen asked, tracing the elastic band.

You nodded, heart thudding loudly in your chest. "Y-Yeah."

Carmen paused, looking at you fully. "Hey, look at me." Carmen commanded. Your eyes moved to him. "You good? You ready?"

You took a deep breath. "Yeah, 'm ready." You nodded.

Carmen leaned over you, kissing you deeply, sweetly, kindly enough to have your head reeling and melting into him. Carmen kissed down your jaw, your neck, down your sternum, until he was on his knees in front of you. Finger hooking around your panties, he pulled them down, tongue running over his bottom lip at the sight of your puffy, slick pussy.

"Fuck, look at you, huh? No one's ever done this?" Carmen muttered. You blushed, legs closing gently, his hands prying you open. You shook your head. "Fuckin' criminal. Y'know that?"

Carmen's lips trailed down the inside of your thighs, hot, wet, sloppy kisses down your right thigh, pressing a teasing kiss to your mound, tongue sliding over your slit, before he started up your left thigh.

Your hips jerked, whining at the feeling of his tongue trailing over you. "Please, Carm, don't tease me." You whined, hand threading through his hair.

"I won't, 'm sorry." Camren rasped, his breath hot over your slit. Carmen's finger spreading in a V over your lips, pressing so he spread you, clit puffy and presented to him.

Flattening his tongue, Carmen's eyes lifted to yours, licking a long stripe from your sopping hole to your clit, watching you carefully. Every buck and gasp, eyes rolling back, breath catching in a strangled moan in your throat. Your body was on fire, aching heat that had you whimpering and whining, with every slow drag of his tongue.

"Fuck! Carmen, that-that... Oh, keep doin' that please." You gasped, fists tight around his curls, his nose bumping with your clit, tongue sliding through your folds, circling your sopping hole.

You were reactive, squirming with pleasure, a new rush of adrenaline and ecstasy flooding through your system, his tongue reaching a new area that had your head spinning.

"Look at me." Carmen hummed, lips still on your clit, sending vibrating shock of pleasure that had your legs tightening around him. "Look at me, baby."

Your eyes lowered, blurry vision while he made sure you were looking at him. He waited, eyes stayed on you, wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking gently, alternating between tongue fluttering so you flailed under him, crying out at the pleasure. Your legs tight around his head, wrapped in a vice hold of a headlock, Carmen's hands tight on your hips to keep you in place.

Your hips were rolling, grinding furiously on his mouth, tears leaking out of the corner of your eyes with pleasure, tummy clenching as your pleasure built more and more and more until you were gushing, flooding over his tongue.

Carmen lapped you up, catching every last drop of your release, holding you through the shuddering aftershocks of your orgasm. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, flush against the mattress, Carmen's cheek resting on the inside of your thigh, teasingly running a finger through your folds, grinning at how you whined, muttering something about "too much, Carm".

It might have been your first time, but it was hardly your last with Carmen, your new favorite activity involving his head between your legs, making a mess of you on the mattress.

[pantherxrogers]

Dating Luca (The Bear Headcanon)

Content warnings: kinda smutty 18+ only, explicit language, there's fluff too :)

A/N: Idc how much screen time Luca got, he has a whole personality in my head LMAO 😩 I hope you guys enjoy more Luca content! This is super short, but I had so much fun writing it 😄 My requests are wide open, so let me know what you'd like to see next! <3 If you liked this, please like/reblog! It means a lot! 😘

Summary: A short headcanon of what I imagine it'd be like to date our fav pastry chef 🥰

Let’s start with the fluffffff 😊

I feel like most of the reason we all love Luca (aside from the fact that Will Poulter plays him) is that he’s so gentle (but have you guys heard the term Stern Brunch Daddy?)

Let’s say you’re not very good at baking, doesn’t matter because he’s fully committed to teaching you. He will literally start with something as basic as baking a cookie from scratch and later making more complex desserts. It doesn’t even matter how long it takes because he just enjoys being around you :’)

Speaking of spending time together, Luca’s love language is defffff quality time.

When he spoke about learning from the chef who was much better than him (Carmy??) it made me think about how much he would enjoy just being around the person he loves. Whether you’re baking, watching a movie, or even napping together, the pair of you are like magnets.

He shares his love of food with you every chance he gets (he wants to combine two of his greatest loves 😭)

Going out to dinner with a chef is always a unique experience, but no matter what he’s letting you choose the restaurant (if he has to choose he'll just wind up cooking something for you at home since he can make it better anyways)

Thinking about how he’d definitely bake a birthday cake for you, spending hours on it because it needs to be perfect 😪 (he could bake a cake in his sleep but this isn’t just ANY cake)

He asks you to sample everything whenever he's coming up with a new menu item, he trusts your judgement and knows you'll be honest with him

When he’s working late, he tells you not to wait up for him (much to your displeasure) but every morning, you wake up to a new dessert in the fridge 🥺

He’s been doing it since you moved in together just because he knows it makes you smile (he’ll even leave little notes behind, sometimes silly, sometimes super sappy) you eat it up regardless

Now for the smutty stuff 😈

In the beginning of your relationship, Luca is SUUUPER shy. Like to the point that you have to literally spell it out that you want him to make a move. 

Like Carmy, he doesn’t really have much time for socializing, so he might miss the cues that you throw at him. 

The first time Luca spends the night at your apartment, he’s sure he’s going to pass out on like three different occasions 

1. When you open the door, you’re wearing a satin robe that leaves very little to the imagination (He’s hard before he even sits down)

2. You’re baking together in the kitchen, taking every opportunity to bend over and "grab a mixing bowl", flashing your lacy thong in the process. 

3. When you move into your bedroom because you’re getting “tired”, you ask him to unhook your bra for you, making a show of sliding the robe down your shoulders. And whoops! It just so happens to fall to the floor. 🤗

By that point, you’re done with the subliminals, pushing your ass back, feeling him straining against his jeans. For a moment, he doesn’t know what to do with his hands (it’d be adorable if you weren’t painfully horny rn)

“Luca, you can touch my boobs if you want to, I swear I won’t mind,” you playfully tease him, shifting into a sigh when his hands immediately connect with your sensitive nipples. 

That’s actually how the both of you found out that manhandling is one of the quickest ways to turn you on

Later in your relationship, he makes a show of tapping your ass (when it’s appropriate of course)

He casually shows his strength a lot because he knows it gets you going (thinking of him picking up those packs of flour 😓)

Both of you love the soft moments too. He’s a passionate lover, so slow, gentle sex is always amazing

Back to our regularly scheduled, fluffy programming 😋

Overall, I see Luca as a sweet, loyal boyfriend. The way he spoke about the chef he shadowed (again, do we think it was Carmy??) it seems like he really values the close relationships in his life

Of course, he values his relationship with you the most, always wanting to be the best version of himself for you (and vice versa) 🥰

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[floweringlino]

Shared passion | L.M

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 ; A chef losing his passion for his occupation and a right hand that is losing respect for the person that taught her all she knows.

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 ; Chef!Minho x SousChef!Reader

𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨 ; Mention of knives, slight aggression, loss of passion, mention of burn out, slight angst, fluff, suggestive

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 ; 2,3k

The Gods Menu Masterlist

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"Alright everyone, we can start Mise en place in a second. There are some things that we need to discuss before we start and i'd like everyone to listen." The girl gathered the attention from her colleagues around her, a hand shot up from the back.

"Yes Felix?"

"Where's Chef?" The pastry chef de partie calmly asked, not to piss his sous chef off

"I don't know Lix, we'll see him show up somewhere today. If you need to ask something important about work you can ask me."

"Yes Chef”

Another hand shot up from the crowd. It was the intern. He had been at the restaurant for about 8 months, nearing his exames.

"Anything I can help with Jeongin?"

"Maybe Chef, I had a meeting with Chef at 12.00 about school, what can I do if he doesn't show up?"

"I'll talk to you after debrief, is that okay?" To which he responded with a polite nod.

"Okay now the points of today, first of, today all of you will do as much as possible without mine of Chefs help. Its time to show us what you’re all capable off, that doesn't count for our Interns." All responded with a yes chef.

"Secondly, Changbin. I would like to ask you politely to stop making the Interns clean up your mess. Jeongin is here to learn. I don't need him filling piping bags because you're too lazy to do it yourself. Han,  Jeongin is not your personal Carrot scrapper. Do it yourself." Both men responded with another yes chef and looked down to the floor in embarrassment.

"Three, i will first be carving the meat, after that i will be in the office, working on the fall menu, got any ideas, share them with me. I'd love some of your input."

"Lunch, 30 people, two times no pork. One person gluten-free, and 5 people confirmed vegetarian. Does everyone know what that entails for each partie?" Another yes chef.

"Alright everyone, it's a beautiful day to make some people smile. Let's start Mise en place. Jeongin come with me." The intern followed her into the restaurant where they sat down at one of the tables.

"Talk to me honey." She spoke kindly

"Well you see, i have my exam next month and I still need to do one more assignment before i qualify for the national exams. But i need a superior to sign it."

"And you worry because Chef hasn't been around much." To which he responded with a shy nod.

"I'll get him to sign it. Do you have the paperwork here?" He nodded and gave the papers.

"You'll have it tomorrow, now you do your work. There's a lot to learn from the guys today, try to keep an eye on everything." He nodded happily and went back into the kitchen.  Y/N dropped her head in her hands and her elbows rested on the table bellow her. A deep sigh left her mouth just as Chan entered the restaurant.

Chan and Minho had opened the restaurant together, two weeks after opening Minho called Y/N to become her sous chef.

"Whats the matter?”

"Min is not showing up I think."

Chan sat down next to her putting a caring hand on her shoulder.

"I know its hard but he's going through a bit of a rough path. Don't love faith in him."

"I'll try" she nodded at him, understanding his words.

She went back into the kitchen and did what she did best, cooking her ass off.

At 12 lunch started rolling in but still no Minho to be seen. She called him but was met with a sleepy voice on the other end of the line.

"What?"

"Get your ass here and help me with the new fall menu."

"Why would I?"

"Uhm excuse me what the fuck? What do you mean why would I? Your kitchen, your staff, your mess."

"Whatever, I'll be there in 20."

"You better." And she hung up on him. He did keep his word as 20 minutes later he walked into the restaurant. Not in his work clothes but in his sweatpants and Tshirt.

Y/N wishes everyone a goodluck with service and with that she left to the office, dragging her chef with her.

"I need you to sign this." She shoved Jeongin's papers in his hands.

"Whats this?"

"Your interns papers. Or did you forget you had a meeting with him today at 12?" He smacked his own face which made it clear that he had indeed forgotten. Later that day they had gotten nowhere with the new menu, only arguing and head butting.

Y/N picked up her stuff and stormed out of the office. She made her was to the kitchen with her notepad. Minho running after her.

"Hyunjin, you're in charge for tonight. I need to get the fuck out of here. It's 10 people, will you be okay?"

"Of course I will! Thank you for this opportunity, Chef."

Minho didn't like that answer even one bit.

"Y/N is not your chef so you will not refer to her as such."

She angrily spun around to face him.

"“You are such a fucking asshole, you haven’t shown your face in days and now you do this? You know, i used to admire you but i have lost all respect i ever had for you in this moment. You sad excuse of a leader. You don’t even know what is going on in your own kitchen.”

And with that she left

~

Later that evening Y/N was preparing food for the new menu in her own home. Thought flew through her head and she wrote all of it down, even if some things didn't make any sense. Multiple people for work had texted her their ideas and those also made their way onto her papers.

Her mind wondered to how it all was 10 years ago, she was still an intern at a Michelin star restaurant, freshly turned 18. Completely overwhelmed and extremely confused. It was there where she met Chan and Minho. Chan was just a simple waiter back then but Minho, he was everything the admired about the job.

He had the confidence, the admiration and most importantly he had more passion for his work than everyone around her combined. She looked up to him, started watching his techniques, following his movements. He quickly noticed and took her under his wing. Of course she had learned a lot school but Minho had learned her everything she knew.

He learned her how to use her creativity. He showed her the best techniques, took her to the most important seminars. He made her follow the most interesting courses. Together they rose to the top

Intern, chef de partie

Chef de partie, Junior sous chef

Junior sous chef, sous chef

And now they were at the end of their road. A year ago she knew for sure that there was still so much he could learn her but then he stopped showing up. Y/N had to figure out how to do it without him and it hurt her.

Even a simple bystander could see it. Guests asked Chan about it? Were they together? A normal person saw love but it was so much more than that. It was shared looks of respect, passion and admiration.

Her lonely thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. Only after that she noticed the single tear that had rolled down her cheek oh so dramatically. She wiped it away and opened her Front door.

A face full of regret was what she was met with. Both didn't know how to start a conversation so after a couple awkward second of silence, Y/N just gestured for him to come inside of her home.

"I still remember when you still lived with your parents. Now you own a home and have pets."

"Well im not 18 anymore, and you're not 19 anymore. What are you doing here Minho?" She wasn't interested in his small talk. Why did he come to her house at midnight.

"Okay, uhm. How do I start this" he took a couple of seconds before continuing. "Im sorry."

"Explain to me what it is that you're sorry for."

"I'm sorry for letting you down. What can I do to make it up to you?"

She couldn't help but look deep into his eyes. She used to always be able to tell what was going on inside his head but something was blocking it. So she did the one thing what made them a team.

"Cook with me?" She pointed her head to her kitchen where a messy kitchen was displayed. He nodded happily and accepted the apron she handed him. He smiled as he held the fabric in his hand, the logo of his old job looking back at him. She stole it from them. The place that brought them together.

"You kept this?"

"Of course I did. I had the best time of my life there. It's where I met you." She smiled kindly at him, a smile he hadn't received in a couple of months and he couldn't help stare.

"So what are you gonna do."

"You're gonna do what you do best, debone this pheasant."

"Where did you get a pheasant?"

"I have my sources."

And they cooked, they wrote down their ideas and ended the night with a perfect new menu. They were a team and for the first time in a while Minho had found his joy back in the kitchen.

Gradually the cooking came to an end and the scenery changed for the kitchen to the living room.  A opened bottle of wine and deep conversation was where the night was headed.

Minho sat on the couch normally, and Y/N sat next to him but her legs over his. First he wondered if it was the alcohol speaking to him but only now he realised how dumb he had been. Looking in her eyes he realised something.

"I'm gonna start going to therapy I think. Maybe they can help me with my burn out."

"Im proud of you, Min."

"Im proud of you too. I had lost my passion, I felt completely burnt out and tired. And today I realised that it was still there. You made me realise." His finger traced the side of her head and shrugged leaned into his touch.

"Im sorry for pushing you aside and im sorry if i have caused you any pain. I have been horrible to you when you have shown me nothing but kindness from the beginning." His hand moved along her jawline, shyly she looked away but that was not gonna happen like that.with his hand on her chin he lead her face back to his. Their eyes interlocked, Minho leaned closer. His eyes darting towards his lips.

"Minho wait." He stopped and they rested their fore heads against each other.

"Do you want this or is this the alcohol? Because if its not real I don't know if I can do this." She started tearing up but before she could she got her response.

"I don't what this, i need this. I need to hold you, i need to have you. I've waited 10 years for this moment and I'm never gonna let you go." And with that confirmation he presses his soft lips against hers. Soft and tender. He wanted to take in every second of the moment, as they could only get one first kiss. It brought comfort and happiness. A longing that was finally fulfilled. After a soft kiss of a couple of seconds both pulled away.

"I've been in love with you for 10 years, Y/N."

"I've been in love with you too, Min."

He dove back into his kiss happily, smiling into it as he wrapped his arms around her, his arms sliding halfway underneath her hoodie.

"You're so beautiful, i could do this all day with you." She giggled into the kiss which gave him the opportunity to add a little bit of tongue into it which she happily accepted. Her hands wondered to the bottom of his shirt which was quickly taken of in a swift motion, along with many other pieces of clothing. They fell asleep of the couch after that and when Minho woke up at 9 he traced her naked shoulders.

"Wake up my love, we need to go to work." He pressed a kiss against her forehead with care. She humbled.

"Are we going together? Your coming with me?"

"I am. Its time for you to give me back my position."

"Gladly, being chef is fucking tiring."

"Be my Co-Chef? We'll do it together."

"You sure?"

"Id love for you too, the team listens to you. Im not there yet with them. Respect is something you need to earn and i haven't proved myself to them yet."

"You have proven it to me."

He turned to his girl as they made their way to work.

"Are you officially mine now?"

"I've always been yours."

Apparently there are more places for people to find their passion. Sometimes you just need to find the perfect person to help you with it.

Passion is in everyone, even if you can't see it so closely. Chase your dreams and don't be afraid to do new things.

Do the things that make you happy the most.

[httpvomitello]

Hi would it be okay to request a Rottmnt with a female reader who makes pastries or maybe works a some kind of pastry shop 🍰

Hello, hello! Hope you like a it ~ ♡♡♡♡

Pastry Shop *⁠.⁠✧

Shows up to your pastry shop all the time (not when people are inside, of course)

He’s not even subtle about it—he acts like it’s a casual visit, but everyone knows he’s there for you (and maybe for the pastries)

“Oh, hey, Y/N. Fancy meeting you here… at your workplace… again.” Cue his cheeky grin

Always “samples” whatever you’re baking

He’s the type to ask, “Do you need a taste-tester? Because I’m highly qualified.”

Pretends to have sophisticated taste in desserts. “Hmm, the balance of sweetness in this éclair is truly exquisite.”

But really, he’ll eat anything you make

“For me? Your favorite customer? C’mon, don’t act like I’m not your favorite.”

At first, he’s a little shy about coming by

But once he realizes how much you love baking, he’s all in

He always compliments your creations, even if it’s just a simple cupcake. “This is amazing, Y/N. You’re really talented.”

Buys way more pastries than he can eat, just to support you(he started saving money just for that)

His brothers constantly find random boxes of cookies and cakes in the lair

Always offers to help you carry heavy supplies, like bags of flour or crates of ingredients

“No way you’re lifting that on your own. Let me.”

You caught him sneaking one of your pastries into his pocket for later, and now he’s forever known as “the pastry thief.”

Doesn’t understand the appeal of pastries at first

He’s more of a “function over flavor” kind of guy, but he’s fascinated by the science behind baking

Spends a whole afternoon in your kitchen asking questions about how different ingredients work. “Wait, so gluten development affects the structure of bread? Fascinating.”

Invents gadgets to make your life easier, like a faster mixer or a temperature-controlled rolling pin

“With this, you’ll have the most consistent dough in the city!”

You catch him sneaking into your shop late at night to try and reverse-engineer your recipes

When you confront him, he denies everything. “I was… conducting research!”

His favorite thing to order is whatever you made just for him

He insists it’s purely because of your skill, but you know he loves the personal touch.

The biggest hype man for your baking

Every time he tries something you’ve made, it’s “THE BEST THING I’VE EVER TASTED.”

Wants to help in the kitchen but always makes a mess

Flour ends up everywhere, and you have to shoo him out before he burns something

Calls you “his personal pastry chef,” even if you’ve told him a million times that you bake for everyone, not just him

Has a massive sweet tooth and keeps begging you to make custom desserts based on his wild ideas

“Okay, hear me out—pizza-flavored cupcakes!”

Brings your pastries back to the lair and brags to his brothers about how talented you are. “Y/N’s the best baker in the world! You guys are missing out.”

[osmanthus-wine-addiction]

14 Food Play

Zhongli x Reader / SFW / Fluff / Teahouse & Coffeeshop AU / Rivals to Lovers / Zhongli and Reader are both pastry chefs / Reader is a bit of a tsundere

Nobody would ever suspect that you and Zhongli were seeing each other. Afterall, the two of you had been professional rivals for almost a decade.

You met him during a pastry competition while the two of you were still in college. He was your senior and had quite a large following, especially among the female students. In hindsight, you were a bit of a prick back then. Passionate, confident, and competitive, you weren't the least bit shy when it came to critiquing his work. His criticisms, on the other hand, had always been delivered with more grace than yours. He ended up winning that competition along with many others, but he never once held them over your head. It wasn't like you've never snatched a win before. There were those few times his entry lost to yours. You couldn't brag about them though, because that would be far too petty of you since he always congratulated you so sincerely. It was strange how he always showed up in the same events you sign up for though. Whenever his name appeared in the lineup, you almost always ended up losing to him. It was more or less an unrequited animosity.

Zhongli had never actually treated you like his rival, even going as far as sharing techniques and introducing vendors to you. He always had a gentle smile on his face, which irritated you all the more. It didn't help that he was frustratingly handsome and a true gentleman, even by your inflated standards. If he weren't always overshadowing you professionally in every way possible, you might’ve gotten along with him.

Eventually, you opened up a small coffeeshop with your friend Ningguang. She provided the larger chunk of the funds while you introduced pastries to the menu and took care of most of the day-to-day operations. To your surprise, your old nemesis got hired by the teahouse right across the street. You only found out when Ningguang brought you a morsel that tasted suspiciously like it came from a certain someone's hand.

The first bite into that osmanthus cake, you were certain it was him. He really was haunting you! Did he have to pop up everywhere you went, as if Liyue was too small to fit the both of you? You didn't even hate the guy. You were just tired of competing against him!

Truthfully, you never understood the comparisons. Was proximity the only factor? Or was it because your shops both served desserts and drinks? Your menus were from two completely different worlds.

Zhongli had always been dedicated to the classics. He studied traditional Liyue recipes and even managed to revive some pastries that had gotten lost in time. Stepping through the doorway of the teahouse for the first time, you got the impression that you had stepped into a portal and ended up in old Liyue. Dark rosewood furniture and ink wall scrolls were the first things you saw. Faint wisps of incense and steeped tea calmed your nerves. Colorful pastries sat on rows of ceramic trays. Osmanthus cakes, almond tofu, and flaky lotus pastries contrasted immediately from the chocolate croissants, mango mousse, and tiramisu that sat in your display cabinets.

You've always respected Zhongli as much as you couldn't stand him. Before you got to know him more intimately, he always came off rather elitist, insisting on using the most traditional methods and ingredients to create his confections. Substitutes were strictly forbidden, especially for the sake of cost. This carried into just about every aspect of his life to an overbearing degree. You couldn't help but debate about silly things whenever you were in the same room as him.

"Quality and craftsmanship is not something I'm willing to compromise on." He says.

"Just like how you insist on charging three times the price for your pastries?"

"It is up to the guest if they are willing to pay the higher price." Zhongli says, calmly sipping his tea. "Value lies in the eyes of the beholder."

"We can never get on the same page about anything, can we?"

"That isn't true." He refutes you. "I can see your perspective quite clearly. We may take different paths, but both you and I are headed in the same general direction."

"Just like how I ended up on the same street as you?"

"Precisely." He chuckled.

He scooped a spoonful of tiramisu, bringing it to your lips. Zhongli loved to feed you, something you were happy to indulge him on since it freed up your hands to do other things. The dessert you had brought over to share with him today was a new flavor you had been working on. You wanted to get his input on it before putting it on your menu. Whenever he released a new pastry into the wild, he would have you try it as well.

"How do you like it?" You asked him while thumbing through the pages of his guestbook.

Some patrons even left pictures in it. The smiling faces told you that this teahouse wasn't simply a place to buy a cup of tea and eat dessert. They gathered here after work with friends, celebrated birthdays, and spent dates here, just as they did at your coffeeshop.

The piece of tiramisu ended up falling off and landing on the back of your hand.

You reached for a napkin, but Zhongli snatched it from you. Instead of using it to clean off the cream, he raised your hand to his lips, tongue darting out to swipe away the sweet confection.

"Exquisite as always. The sunsettia adds a tangy, fruity sweetness to the richness of the mascarpone, which also happens to balance out the bitterness of the coffee. You've outdone yourself yet again with the reinvention of something classic, dear." He complimented without a drop of innuendo, except his actions were as suggestive as is gets.

He had always been like this. You could never tell if Zhongli was flirting just from his words alone. Perhaps you were just incredibly dense. Maybe there was an element of denial in your ignorance too. You just never considered a professional rival to also be a suitable candidate for romancing. Perhaps in this one aspect, you were even more inflexible than he was.

How exactly did you and Zhongli's fates intertwine when the two of you had been on parallel trajectories for all these years? Simple, you were heartbroken and desperately in need of a drinking buddy one particular day and he just happened to be closing up when you came trudging by.

"Someone's birthday?" Zhongli asked you, eyeing the intricate cake in your hand.

He might not specialize in this kind of pastry, but he could still tell when something was specially crafted for a certain occasion. It was not hard to tell with the hand-lettered chocolate decorations.

You had poured your entire afternoon into this thing. Sure, you made pastries for a living and each one was made with love, but this one was special. Every little detail on it was laid on with a personal touch. It was made for someone who had been occupying your heart for far too long.

Zhongli was a perceptive man. It didn't take much for him to piece together a vague idea of what had happened. The cake was still in your hands, unappreciated, untouched, and uneaten. Your face was drained of your usual glow.

"My boyf—" You caught yourself. "My ex-boyfriend's."

Perhaps it was your fault things had gotten that way. You had been too occupied with the coffeeshop lately and an irreparable rift had formed between you and your college sweetheart. He needed someone who could be there for him, who would always have time for him. You couldn't be that person for him. While you were busy baking croissants and serving lattes, he had allowed someone else to quietly take your place in his heart. The relationship had long since gone stale and the sweetness was no longer there.

Love was a lot like baking, sometimes things don't turn out the way you expect it to. You make mistakes and measure wrong. Like a burnt cake or a bad batch of whipping cream, sometimes it has to be tossed out. It hurts to let it go to waste, but you could always make more.

The moment Zhongli saw you, he could instantly tell that something had gone wrong between you and your boyfriend. His hand clenched in silent rage at the thought of that ungrateful bastard causing such a downtrodden look to appear on your face. Despite the heaviness in his heart from seeing you hurt, a long-dormant seed of hope finally sprouted deep inside of him.

"The right person will not corner you with difficult choices." Zhongli assured you. "There is no regret in giving up something that was not meant to be."

Zhongli's sincerity came like a warm cup of tea on a cold day. Who would've expected you would find comfort in the words of your long-time rival? You were clearly in a better mood now than when you first walked into the teahouse.

You smiled. "Thank you."

Under your insistence, he brought you some fruit wine, but made you eat the cake you worked so hard on. You had a coffeeshop to open up the next morning and couldn't afford to have a hangover, he reasoned. He knew exactly what to say to get you back in the right mindset. You might not have been willing to admit it before, but Zhongli understood you to an uncanny degree, perhaps even more deeply than your boyfriend ever did. He shared the same sentiments when it came to your craft, even down to the obsessive attention to detail.

In your eyes, cake was a sacred thing. The batter had to be mixed perfectly. The fruits had to be fresh. The topping had to be whipped just right and piped precisely. To you, cake was the closest thing to tangible joy. The sweetness, softness, and fluffiness of the emotion could all be tasted in a single bite.

"It's delicious. A pity the person it was intended for would never get to taste it." He remarked after he tried a bite of your cake.

It was chocolate flavored, which you knew Zhongli was actually quite fond of. Traditional Liyue desserts did not use this ingredient so he often sent Xiao over to buy him some of your chocolate flavored morsels. You knew it was for him since the boy preferred almond flavored pastries.

"You lucked out." You joked, a bit of a slur on your tongue.

A flush was beginning to spread over your face because of the wine. You rested your cheek against your palm.

"I do consider myself quite fortunate." Zhongli replied with that gentle smile that has you spacing out way too often.

You tilted your head at him expectantly. His unwavering gaze told you he was not just taking about cake.

"There is only one thing setting fortune apart from mere coincidence. Do you know what that is?"

"No. You tell me."

"The cherishing of that opportunity." He paused to take a sip of wine. "A fool will simply let it fall through their sieve without making something out of it. I was guilty of this once as well. Regret isn't often met with second chances."

"Sounds like a story." You poured yourself a full cup in anticipation.

"Perhaps another time, dear." He chuckled. "Tonight, I am just a listening ear."

You pursed your lip, a clearly dissatisfied look on your face. Zhongli was getting on your nerves all of a sudden. He was glancing at you with that constipated look again, like he had something he desperately wanted to say to you, but decided not to for some selfless reason.

It was not the first time, but you never actually considered the reason why your long-time rival would look at you with such an odd expression. You just assumed that, given how long the two of you have actually known each other and with the amount of genuine respect and admiration you held for him, Zhongli also held a comparable amount of, for lack of a better word, affection towards you. It was normal for rivals to be a bit smitten with each other. You have to actually like them enough to see them as a worthy opponent, right?

The further down this piping bag your mind went, the more defined your scattered thoughts became. What if Zhongli had always harbored a crush on you? All those competitions he participated in, all the events he attended, working at this teahouse, even that box of osmanthus cake Ningguang brought you seemed deliberate now. Were you just being delusional here, or had it been that obvious all along? Every interaction you've had with Zhongli started to look a little rosy now with the imaginary food coloring added.

Despite years of unfounded animosity from you, Zhongli had been a reassuring constant in your professional life. He encouraged you in a way that a lover couldn't. He challenged you to improve your craft and reach your potential. He genuinely believed in you, and you felt that in his every critique, even if they were harsh on the ears. Perhaps that was why you found yourself here, seeking solace in this teahouse instead of sulking in your own coffeeshop by yourself. Armed with the liquid courage you were pouring down your throat, you decided to face your suspicions and confront him.

"I know I'm not the most intuitive when it comes to this sort of thing…" You hiccupped. "You've been nothing but kind to me, even though I act like I hate your guts most of the time."

Zhongli chuckled at your unusual confession, confused as to where you were going with it. "If you truly despise me, you would not have confided in me tonight. In that light, you must see me as a friend in the least."

Friend. What a complicated yet simple word. It could mean someone you've met for only a day or it could be someone you've known for a lifetime. Take a step forward and the two of you could become lovers. Take a step back and the two of you would become strangers instead. Stay exactly where you were and nothing would ever change.

You shoveled a spoonful of chocolate cake into your mouth, mind too busy churning your thoughts around that you didn't realize you had grabbed Zhongli's spoon by accident. His eyes fell on your lips as you pulled it out clean. He swallowed, unable to tear his gaze away from the bit of chocolate cream clinging to the corner of your mouth.

"All this talk about the right person, fools, second chances… Are you trying to tell me something?"

"What would you have me say?" He deflected. "I'm afraid I don't—"

"You like me, don't you, Zhongli?"

You narrowed your eyes, daring him to look away. If he does, that instantly proves your hunch was right. Surprise flashes in his eyes, but he doesn't fall into your trap.

"Perhaps I do." He replied calmly as his gaze locked with yours.

"What do you mean, perhaps? You either do or you don't."

"You have something on your face, dear." He motions to that bit of chocolate cream that's been testing his self-restraint all this time.

"Don't change the subj—"

Zhongli reached out, hand cradling the back of your head as his lips descended on yours. He could taste the fruit wine on your lips as well as the cake. Decadent and indulgent, this kiss filled your head with whipping cream and turned the pit of your stomach into bubbling fondue. His tongue darted out to swipe away the chocolate crumb that had been teasing him.

"Is this a clear enough answer?" He breathed, pulling away.

You stared at Zhongli, half in shock and half in daze, chest heaving from having your breath stolen. Your heart raced, unprepared to get ambushed like that by him. A rosy pink dusted your cheeks, which he found even more alluring than that piece of chocolate cake. Of course, the kiss itself was unbelievably sweet, so sweet you immediately craved a second one.

"I need another one. For confirmation." You demanded, closing your eyes and puckering your lips.

Zhongli chuckled, feeding you another spoonful of cake. You ate it without opening your eyes, because you already knew his lips would follow. His tongue slid in, tasting the cake along with the cream on your lips.

He fed you bite after bite. You returned the gesture, sharing countless kisses with him in between. Gradually, you shifted from the seat beside him to his lap. There was just something so natural about falling into Zhongli’s arms, kissing him, getting lost in all the sweetness. He held you so carefully, like a fragile piece of pastry, taking his time and savoring every bit. It was a good thing you didn't just toss that chocolate cake. What a waste that would've been.

[yeehawbvby]

Damn i really didn't think about ever spiraling back into my pokémon hyperfixation like this, at least not this deep, but your posts are birthing blorbos to haunt my every waking moment. So. *cocks gun* i need some uhhh milo headcanons for a uhh friend (the friend is me being down bad for him) (obviously joking pls there's only a watergun involved) (your pokemon stuff literally inspires me ty)

*takes out a mini-water gun and shoots it into ur mouth* I am here to quench your thirst (get it?? Because water. And thirst for Milo. and. . Sorruy)

Hello hi I finally did this omg I am so sorry it took literally MONTHS but here we are!!!!

I did my best, not very confident in my characterization of Milo by any means, and most of these are silly, but I hope I did him justice :’)

- I told you this in DMs already but I’ll put it out there for everyone else to enjoy: Milo voiceclaim BLAST‼️ (doing this on mobile so I can’t link from a time stamp atm but I think he starts talking around 30 seconds in?)

- Milo isn’t a gamer. But. If he ever got into a DnD campaign somehow (I feel like he’d prefer tabletop > video games if anything?) he would absolutely 100% be a druid

- Spent a while internally debating his race class. I think maybe he’d stick with human, tbh, or maybe a halfling

- If he wasn’t a farmer, I could see him still working closely with pokemon beyond just being a gym leader. Like maybe he’d have a gig at a pokemon center

- OR. Or!! maybe he’d work in a battle café as a pastry chef?

- Or maybe I’m projecting, because the thought of baker!Milo is so cute to me ckejvoskckd

- Clothes headcanons.. hmm…. Lots of sweaters? Those sweaters that have a Very Pointless zipper that goes down to the, like, mid-upper chest area before stopping?? Yeah?

- Omg wait this guy KNITS

- He totally gives out scarves and mittens and beanies that he made as a (platonic) love language

- If and when things are romantic then you’ll get sweaters and blankets too, alongside everything else

- I don’t think he’d eat meat! I don’t think he would be vegan necessarily, but I can’t see Milo being the type to eat the creatures he exists so closely with

- So maybe a vegetarian, or at least the type that eats meat sometimes but avoids it for the most part

- I wanna imagine that he meshes well with anyone he meets. Bro is a pure people person

- When it comes to romance, I think he’d be very surprisingly confident

- He’s a sweet cinnamon roll but he’s not shy by any means!!

- I think he’d be pretty up-front too. If he likes you, you’ll know. Hell, maybe he’d say it outright one day while you’re just hanging out, doing something super mundane

- Milo’s definitely a gentleman. Lets you walk inside the sidewalk rather than on the street side. Opens doors for you. Walks you to your door (maybe with a cheeky smooch?) after a date night

- He’s a ditto that’s gotten REAL good at acting btw. I mean look at that cute happy little face— You hear something?

[tomatoluvr69]

Longtime followers of this blog may remember unless they respectfully and respectably blocked it out the time that I went into a multi day state where I was beside myself, just absolutely debilitatingly giddy with mirth, by the concept of Amish romance novels and pirated a bunch and read one start to finish (it was bad btw). Well unfortunately at the library yesterday I saw a romance on display called “When A Scot Ties The Knot” which had a shirtless muscular guy in a kilt on the cover and the plot is that there’s this girl and she’s so so shy and so she doesn’t want to do her debutante thing so she makes up an imaginary boyfriend so she doesn’t have to go to parties bc she’s not like other girls. And she writes a bunch of letters to a guy with a fake Scottish name and puts them in the mail but then a hot rich guy with that actual name shows up I guess. And I actually can’t stop thinking about it. And I know if I read it it will be bad and I’ll be wishing I read something else instead. But I guess once every year or two I must become fixated on a bizarre romance novel like the time in 2019 or something when I saw a post online about “The Angel Wore Fangs” which was that one where the vampire Viking angel who was cursed with ‘vangel’ status bc he was “once guilty of the deadly sin of gluttony” and he has to FIGHT ISIS about it��and falls in love with…a pastry chef named Andrea I think? And i specifically remember her being referred to as “the too-tempting mortal” And they time travel and have sex on a plane I think. Anyways I read that one in paperback while on a backpacking trip which was an interesting choice. Ok sorry for always writing incomprehensible paragraphs on this blog. I literally don’t even like romance novels. It’s more that sometimes the plot of one infiltrates my consciousness and the only way to exorcise it is to read it even though I don’t even enjoy it unless it’s ridiculous but usually it’s just boring but I think I feel it coming on again. There is something so wrong with me

[vladacatfire]

Im on ArtFight 2024! This is gonna be my first Art-Fight🌃✨

Character's!

Makril

Age: 26

Specie: Anthro beastman Dog

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Hetero-Ally

Height: 334 cm ( ≈11 ft.)

Bio: Makril created in a hospital during a long experiment to merge two magic energies with blood of a giant big guy . He lives in an analogue of our world but includes a huge variety of magical types and miracles and magic with witchcraft. Maki likes to cooking, playing games, foreign languages, sport and of course being a best adopted brother to his little human sister Blythe. This big goof is really kind , helpful and naive doggy who gives a best hugs!

Blyhte

Age: 12

Specie: Human girl

Height: 145 cm

Bio: Blythe is very optimistic, kind and cheerful girl! She lives in an analogue of our world but includes a huge variety of magical types and miracles and magic with witchcraft. In addition to standard lessons at school such as mathematics, languages, etc., Blythe is trained in witchcraft and spells. As the other humans she can't do magic, but she can use spells with her magic wand. She love her family so much, but adopted big brother Maki is her favorite)

Strix

Age: 26

Specie: Harpie owl

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Lesbian

Height: 167 cm.

Bio: Strix is a hyperactive and brave woman. She lives with her girlfriend Asio . Strix is involved in sports and also works as Pastry chef in cafe together with Asio. In the modern world, Strix is one of the few harpies capable of flight thanks to her large wings. She is also a wonderful friend, and her best friend is a beastman dog named Makril. Strix is a devoted, brave and valiant person, always ready to stand up for loved ones

Asio

Age: 26

Specie: Anthro beastwomen owl

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Lesbian

Height: 166 cm.

Bio: Asio is really sensitive shy person. This beauty really like making pastries, especially when paired with her dear girlfriend Strix. Asio is a quiet and calm owl, she takes many things seriously, but likes to have fun within reason. She is ready to support her loved ones no matter what. And you better not anger her, my dears.

Morelleth

Age: 361

Specie: Elf

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Aro-ace

Height: 160 cm

Bio: Morelleth was born in 17th century , in a fairly noble and wealthy elven family. For the most part, she was deprived of the love of her parents, whose attention was devoted exclusively to her brother Ahaly. Those times were full of wars and battles in her native land, so at an early age, before she became a teenager, she lost her father.

And centuries later, during the Second World War, her mother also passed away.

Blaming her already selfish, greedy brother for many disasters, Morelleth was in a prolonged depression for a long time, leading a scandalous and riotous lifestyle for a long time. Only in the 21st century, after hundreds of years, did she find her peace and those people whom she can call friends. Now she can be called simply a gloomy introverted girl trying to improve her life. Do her and his brother despise each other to this day? Yes.

Katya

Age: 27-28

Specie: Anthro hybrid of Hare and Rabbit 🐇 Beastwomen

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Aro-ace

Height: 180 cm

Bio: Katya is a graduate of a medical university. Thanks to the magic of blood manipulation, her graduation project was to help create a beastman by combining two magical energies with a blood of giants. She completed the project successfully, but not without complete moral exhaustion. Now she works as a therapist in the clinic where her graduation project was carried out. And she became good friends with her “project” which she called Makril . Katya is a rather reserved and thoughtful girl. She is not a fan of being in large groups of people, but sometimes she has to get out of her comfort zone and socialize .

[demialwrites]

You know now that I seen you reblogged that soulmate au. I imagine Rufus having a soulmate but outside of his world and maybe from our own? He can see what she's doing at her world. With her being a massive fan of him as she from the real world and FF7 is a fictional world much to his surprise. She was actually rather shy writer and I think some pastry baker... I know he's about 25 in the og and 30 in the remake continuity..... So she's about 27 years old....

Hehe Anon, did you describe yourself??

I get the impression that Rufus isn't much for sweets. He seems like a black coffee or plain tea kind of guy. Do you think having a pastry chef soulmate might change his mind? When would he see her, in his dreams? Maybe he would wake up in the morning, craving something that may not exist on Gaia. I do wonder if what he could see would be a first or third person view.

As for watching someone else write, I think that'd be rather soothing after a busy day, don't you think? Assuming they're not pulling their hair out at the time. Lol I do sometimes wonder what the characters of FF7 would think of our world. There's so many more people, different technology, and more variety of everything. I think it would make him feel small and backwater in comparison. That's an amusing thought.

I do think it would boost his ego to see her be such a big fan. But to see her read anything on the internet not correct about him, I think he'd find it annoying. I also think he'd get a kick out of knowing so many people struggled with his boss fights. :)

There's one part I think you missed about this. There's no way they could meet! It's a sad conclusion to come to. Square never seemed to give him any romantic inclinations. Maybe he'd live out his days working to repay his improve society alone, comforted by her in his dreams but still feeling somewhat lonely.

[sweevanna]

Pastel Pastries

[wooahiexist]

3 IS COMPLETE!!!

I mixed up the colors for the Shy Stack since I think that it would be way more colorful that way.

I think Lantern would be pretty lazy with his job so Watt has to basically put motivation in him.

And Gourmet and Pastry are together most of the time just making food except Pastry says it keeps disappearing and has no clue why?(Also they have matching mask straps!!!)

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Pastry Chef Shy Guy for anon!

☆ Rainbow flags under the cut ☆