#theme | bakery

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A rectangular image of assorted cakes for sale, they’re all different types of slices of white cakes with cream frosting and fruits of different types for each cake, they are organized by cake type.

🍰 ⋆˙⟡♡ BAKERY iD PACK 〰️

╰┈┈➤ REQUESTED BY ANON ｡

— NAMES : cake , cakie , berry , strawbette , graham , honey , ambrosia , coco , candy , madeleine , cookie , joy , reese , ruth , charlotte , cherry , blanche , blanchette , blanchesse , clementine , julienne , benedict , madeleine , angel , heath , kit , candie , betty

— PRONOUNS : cake/cakes/cakeself , berry/berries/berryself , strawb/strawberry/strawberryself , strawberry/strawberries/strawberryself , honey/honeys/honeyself , candy/candies/candyself , cookie/cookies/cookieself , cherry/cherries/cherryself , confection/confections/confectionself , bread/breads/breadself

— TiTLES : the baker , the one with sweet cravings , the creator of confections , the taste tester , (pronoun) who bakes , (pronoun) who puts together all the right ingredients (to make the most delicious of desserts)

— GENDERS : boulangender , bakerygender , bakerycoric , chocoaltpanic , cakegender , sweetpuppytreatic , chocolatecakegender , vanillacakegender , strawberrycakegender , lemoncakegender , cakegendercollector , cinnacoffeecakegender , cupfunfettic , weddingcakegender , strawnillacakic , cakecatgender , lemcupcaic , cookiecatgender , cookiegender , sprinkleic , birthdaycakic , rainbowcakegender , cinnamorollcakeic , confetticakegender , layeredcakic/tieredcakic , 🍪emojic , jamcookiegender , cookiescomfic , sugarcookiegender , cookiedoughgender

pt: bakery id pack

requested by anon /end pt.

[hedgehog-moss]

Just some photos from last week!

[anitalenia]

Can I request some dividers with the theme provided below?

French bakery! Creampuffs, pearls, ribbons and all colors cream/white! Maybe throw in 1 glazed doughnut divider too? 😭🤍

credits to me. feel free to use and save. of course credit would be appreciated but it is not required. I’m just making these for fun <3 ( if you don’t like these please don’t hesitate to tell me 🫶🏻✨🌸 + kinda has pink in it too oops, and if you don’t like the glazed donut divider pls tell me so I can get that fixed for you 🩷🖤 ) @bunnysp1ce @kalkachis

[bunny-jpeg]

hiii!!! can I get carrot cake + pastry braid + peach cake with any COD character?? x

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bakery menu

want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu! there are all kinds of things and hopefully you find something you like! i accept prompts outside of call of duty, so please! submit something! comments & reblogs are also appreciated!! as for this anon, thank you for the prompt! and thank you for letting me choose which character, that's always fun for me! i hope you enjoy!!

carrot cake ("swallow it. all of it.") + pastry braid ("your job is to make me cum. now get to work.") + peach cake ("if you spill a drop, we start all over.") served by commander phillip graves (call of duty)!

cw: smut/pwp, dark-ish fic, manipulative!graves, power imbalance, uprotected sex, office sex, clothed man/naked woman, smoking

it didn't hit you till later while at home with your newborn, that the training that your commander phillip graves gave you was not what the rest of the prospects went through.

you were bright-eyed and bushy tailed, you were such a sweetheart. graves once watched you put your entire team before yourself in training. he watched you bruise and batter yourself for the sake of others. but those gleaming eyes of yours, how your smile lit up your face... no, no, you shouldn't be a shadow. you should be phillip graves' wife.

"i don't know what to say, darlin'. you're just not good enough yet." graves sighed as he leaned back in his chair and grabbed a cigarette from his shirt pocket. he got the lighter from out of his pocket as well and lit up the smoke. as he exhaled smoke he said, "deadlines are soon, i want to make sure you're the best of the bed." his tone was almost scolding and it made you frown.

"i'm sorry, sir." you mumbled, your shoulders were hunched as you accepted his sharp words. you frowned a little and tried to make yourself smaller.

"it's alright, beautiful." he said, softening his words with a compliment, "why don't you get undressed for me and let me see what can be done tonight." he shifted in his seat a little, spreading his legs further. you could see the bulge in his slacks, " remember. your job is to make me cum. now get to work."

you got out of your fatigues that you had been in most of the day, you could feel graves' heated gaze on you as everything came off. including what you wore underneath. it was then folded neatly and put on the desk. you were stripped bare for him.

he took another drag on his smoke. and smiled at you, "pretty as always." he leaned forward for a moment to get a closer look, "is that a new mole on your hip. let me see."

you stepped forward and he put a calloused hand on your hip. feeling the bit of fat on them. it was enticing. he never understood men who wanted their women stick thin. wasn't the most enticing part of a steak the bit of fat that came with it. he ran his thumb across the mole on your hip. you quivered a little, "i think it's always been there, sir."

"probably." he said as he put the smoke in his mouth, the end of it glowed a little as he inhales the rough smoke. even if that wasn't a new mole, your stomach would soon be lined with stretch marks. he leaned back and gazed at you, around the smoke he said, "sit." then patted his lap.

he put the cigarette out on your collarbone with one last exhale of smoke right in your face. his words were low, "swallow it. all of it." in reference to the smoke in your face. he watched your squirm and it only aroused him further. pretty little titties, pretty little cunt. you were a siren, a tease for him. you shouldn't be running around base trying to win a position as one of graves' shadows. pretty things should be kept a home.

he put the cigarette into the ashtray before he moved you to get his cock out of his slacks, "do you remember how to do this?" as if he wasn't deep inside of you less than twenty-four hours earlier. he watched you nod before he leaned back into his leather desk chair once more.

you straddled his waist, a bit of a weird angle given the size of the expensive office chair. you could feel graves' cock up against you and with a little help, you sank onto his length as he trained you. you could feel his nestled in your gut, and it made you warm all over.

he put a rough hand over your mouth to keep you quiet with his other on your hip. his hand smelled like cigarettes as you closed your eyes a little bit and started to move your hips. rolling them up and down his cock.

"pretty thing. i think all of this training will do you well. you're learning so much." he chuckled a little, hearing your muffled whimpers as you struggle to take his entire length. you felt full. he continued, "it's about behaving, that's what makes a good shadow. to listen to your commander and be good."

you clutched onto his shoulder with one hand and his wrist with the other. you pressed his hard further onto your mouth. you felt all the rough patches, the dried skin and the callouses. all the build up from years of combat. your hole fluttered around his length and he loved it. you fit with him perfectly.

he had trained you. but you weren't primed for combat. you were primed to be sent back to america with the graves' last name and a sleepy little baby. once again, pretty things belong at home. he'd be an idiot to let you out on the battlefield. you didn't need guns or gear. you needed a nice big home and full womb. motherhood is a battle you are more suited for.

you whimpered as you continued to ride him. feeling close to your future commander, letting him nudge against such soft areas. your stomach twisted at the intensity of it all. you were soaked and vulnerable. you were twisted up in between graves' fingers. you were an angel to him. soft in all the right places, perfect for graves to sink his teeth into.

he can already smell the cooking dinner, the drawings on the fridge and the home you'd share. the swell in your middle, the soft kisses when he came home followed by the alone time you'd have after the kids were put to bed. that dream was only possible if you got pregnant.

his voice was in your head, clouding it with a sexual want, "if you spill a drop out of that sweet pussy, we start all over. shadows can survive on little to no sleep, hun. so i can keep you up all night." one his swimmers just had to reach the finish line and you'd be leaving the services. no more dreams of being a shadow when your middle pokes out. can't be stealthy with a baby at your hip.

it was depraved, you should feel filthy for letting yourself get stuffed full of his seed. unprotected too. silly girl. no one that dumb should ever dream about become as elite as a shadow. you were too soft.

"graves." you whined.

"shh. shh. keep moving." he said lowly. everything about him swirled in your head. polluting any sense of reason.

you weren't even too sure if you came at any point. it didn't hit like a train but rather a leak in your skull. everything felt hazy and hastily pieced together. your face was flushed and your wetness had dripped down graves' balls. graves was very well aware, that without you knowing he had managed to already fill you once. he tried nott o show it across his face, but he was fucking a second load into you.

but the over-stimulation from the first time made it easy from him to cum again. it was like he was a live wire ready to spark. and your moans were muffled but still so erotic. graves picked a good one.

when he came again, he watched your expression as he dumped inside of you once more. making sure to stay in you for a moment so his seed had nowhere else to go. and in all fairness that's where it belonged.

"sir." you said meekly.

"i know." he replied as you slowed down. he watched you unfocused gaze, the rush of it all was just too much for you. now how were you going to be a shadow if you got overwhelmed like this? his hand grazed your stomach and his cock twitched inside of you, giving one last spurt of cum.

he then lazily kissed you. he tasted of smoke. it clogged your head further and made you core throb. his voice was in your ear, "no be good for me and take everything i've given you." and before you knew it, you were placed over the wooden desk, trying your best not to let any cum leak out while graves slid into you once more.

if your womb was going to be stubborn about giving him a baby, then he'd simple have to flood it, giving it no choice.

now, you had a newborn son tucked into your arm while you made sure that he was back asleep. your tummy was still soft from carrying him for nine months. the ring on your finger caught well in the low light of the nursery. you lived in a nice house outside of autsin, texas and cooked meals for your husband. you were mrs. graves, a far cry from the shadow you attempted to be.

[hairmetal666]

What if, after Vecna is defeated, Eddie lives and is recovering in the hospital and one day he's just gone. Like, Steve and the kids come to visit and his hospital room doesn't even exist anymore. It's just a blank stretch of wall. The nurses, nurses they know worked with Eddie, say they've never heard of Eddie Munson and there's never been a room where the kids insist there was the day before. Anyone else they ask says they've never heard the name, even though it was only weeks ago that the entire town formed a mob to hunt him down. Hopper and Murray look into it and there's no record of an Edward Munson in any database anywhere. His previous arrests are gone, his fingerprints, record of Wayne becoming his legal guardian, his social security number, his birth certificate. Even his Uncle Wayne, gone without a trace. Like neither man ever existed.

They search for years, always hoping for word, or a return, or anything. But Eddie was there one day and gone the next. Apparently forever.

They mourn, all of them. He was part of the group, part of the family, and then he was gone with no fanfare or goodbye. Then he was gone and every force in the world pretended like he'd never been there in the first place.

Steve, quietly, takes it hard. He spends weeks crying himself to sleep, clutching the ruined battle vest to his chest. It's just unfair, is all, Steve thinks. '86 was supposed to be Eddie's year.

Time passes and they all grow up, all move away from Hawkins. Steve and Robin move to Indy; she starts college and Steve gets a job at a little bakery because he's a regular already and they're hiring.

He loves baking, finds it calming in a way very few things are for him anymore. After a few good years, the store becomes his, and he didn't know he could be this happy or satisfied with his life, after everything.

He never stops thinking of Eddie.

Close to Steve's 30th birthday, a little bookstore opens up in the vacant building across the way. Steve sees the owner sometimes, dark hair pulled into a sloppy bun, pale skin, the occasional hint of black ink under his dark clothes. Beautiful. They wave at each other almost every morning and Steve ignores the reminders of Eddie. They're commonplace now. Any man with long dark hair, tattoos, and black clothing stirs a spark of recognition in Steve's gut, and the disappointment still hurts even after a decade.

Weeks pass and Steve notices a new display in the window of the bookstore; those dnd guides all the boys have, the dice with too many sides, the little plastic figures and pots of paints and delicate brushes. He vows, the next time the kids are in town, they'll go over and he'll finally introduce himself to that probably nice man whose only sin was a slight resemblance to a boy from Steve's past.

The kids come for a visit only a few weeks later, and are just as enthusiastic about going to the bookstore as he is to take them. He has them help bake his secret-recipe sugar cookies, decorate them in a dnd theme (Erica and Max say they're dorky, and he agrees, despite being pleased with the results).

Steve heads to the bookstore first, to warn the guy about the veritable horde of feral young adults about to descend on his quiet store.

He walks in to the sound of a gently ringing bell and Metallica playing at low volume on the store's speakers. Steve has to ignore it or he'll walk out.

"Be right with you," a muffled voice calls out.

"Take your time," he responds. He browses with the container of cookies in his arms, taking in all the dnd stuff, the signs about dnd club meetings, the stacks of new release books and a couple cds.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," a soft, husky voice says back at the front of the store. It breaks Steve out in goosebumps.

"Don't worry about it. I'm from the bakery across the street, wanted to finally introduce myself. I brought goodies," he adds, sort of blushing.

He steps back up to the cash register, eyes finally settling on the owner he's only seen from afar and all the breath leaves his body. It leaves him lightheaded, dizzy.

Eddie Munson. Eddie. Munson. Stands behind the counter, hair in a bun with messy tendrils around his face. He looks the exact same. Maybe a few more lines around his mouth and eyes. But the same.

"Ed--Eddie?" Steve's voice croaks out. He barely manages to drop the cookies onto the counter and not the floor.

Eddie's deep brown eyes flood with tears, a hand--every finger with a ring--covers his mouth. "Steve," the other man sobs.

There's no hesitation as Steve flings himself into Eddie's arms, the other man catching him and holding him tight.

Eddie squeezes him, crying against Steve's shoulder. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he repeats.

"I can't believe you're real," Steve murmurs between soft sobs, pressing his face against Eddie's neck.

"I'm real. I'm here," Eddie agrees. "I'm right here, sweetheart."

Steve pulls out of the embrace a little, just to look at Eddie's face. To see after all these years. He presses trembling fingers against the line of Eddie's jaw, and the other man leans into the touch, lets Steve trace the contours of his cheeks, his mouth.

"You're here," Steve agrees.

Their eyes lock, drink each other in, ten years of longing dancing at the knobs of Steve's spine.

"They took me away," Eddie says, deep brown of his eyes serious and pleading. "The government. They snuck me out in the middle of the night and forced me and Wayne to adopt new identities, sent us to New Mexico. Monitored us so I couldn't contact any of you. It killed me, Stevie. To be away from you. From Robin. The kids."

That snaps Steve out of his daze. "Oh, shit. The kids."

It's too late, though. The bell at the door jingles, the usual cacophony that accompanies the seven of them filling the little store in an instant.

Dustin's voice rings out, above the others, "this store is so fucking cool."

"Language," Eddie scolds on auto-pilot. When he realizes what he said and why, his eyes wash with new tears.

The kids turn, as one, to the man they never thought they'd see again.

Steve's fingers dance down Eddie's arm, finding his hand, twining their fingers together. Eddie tightens his grip. Steve's never letting go of this man ever again, and he knows with some deep, element certainty that Eddie feels the same.

"Eddie?" Dustin exclaims.

"Hiya, kid." Eddie smiles a little, ducks his head.

"What the fuck," Max says.

"Anyone have time for a story?" Eddie asks. He dashes away the few tears that track down his cheeks.

"We have all the time in the world," Steve agrees. Doesn't think before he lifts Eddie's hand and presses a kiss just below his knuckles.

[orangedolls]

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[aftgficrec]

favourite fics featuring halloween? (thank you guys for all your work!)

Here are some spooktacular fics for you! You may notice we often point out where a fic has been recced before. If you like the theme or mood of a fic, chances are you will find more like it in the ask where it was featured. -A

previous recs:

Staff Recs Oct 2020 Halloween/Spookiness here

Staff Recs Oct 2021 - Halloween here

Staff Recs Oct 2021 - More Halloween: Costumes, Fluff & Crack here

foxes in a haunted house here

supernatural compilation here

autumnal/spooky fics here

Flavors of Fall by NikNak22 [Rated E, 146194 Words, Complete, 2022]

Previously recced here

…Neil’s not the only one with secrets in this town. Everyone seems to have something they’ve kept hidden in the dark. And as soon as one thread gets pulled, they all seem to come unraveled… Featuring second chances, making mistakes, budding relationships, and as many fall shenanigans as possible – welcome to the smalltown world of Palmetto!

tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: panic attacks, tw: homophobia, tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: self harm, tw: animal abuse

Fang and Stake by darkbluebox [Rated T, 2658 Words, Complete, 2020]

Previously recced here

For most hunters, it would have been a wet dream: his quarry beaten, bleeding, trapped and prone before him. He might as well have been holding a stake on a silver platter. If it had been any other vampire in the world, Andrew wouldn’t have hesitated to drive the splintering chunk of wood through his chest and be done with it. Unfortunately, Neil wasn’t any other vampire.

tw: blood, tw: implied/referenced abuse

swing me your bones by sundowne [Rated T, 3447 Words, Complete, 2022]

Ditched parties, neglected movies, cold cocoa.

Sugar & Spice (and everything... nice?) by Willow_bird [Rated T, 7468 Words, Complete, AFTG Exchange Fall 2020]

Previously recced here

“I’m not going as Tombo.” He’d end up looking like Where’s Waldo if he’d been a short angry bodybuilder and no one wanted that. Renee’s little smile hinted at her having a similar visual. “I think I may have something that would require few changes to what you’re wearing now and would be minimal hassle altogether.” Andrew accompanies Renee to a Halloween party, allowing his best friend to dictate his costume because he really couldn’t be paid to care. Then he gets there, and yeah, his crush is wearing the exact same costume. Feelings happen.

deadly encounters by jeanyvesmoreau [Rated T, 4012 Words, Complete, AFTG Halloween Zine 2022, Locked]

Neil, trying to avoid Halloween celebrations once again, finds his way into the dark corner of a bar. There, he meets Andrew. Or, how Neil Josten discovers vampires are real after hundreds of years he's been alive.

tw: violence, tw: blood

Cryptid Serial Killer Witch Man by attfna [Rated M, 17008 Words, Complete, 2020]

Previously recced here

Just a story about your typical, spooky cryptic and his curious gardener.

tw: scars, tw: explicit sexual content

open season by nomadicdeer (someonestolemycoffee) [Rated G, 2287 Words, Complete, 2017]

Previously recced here

Dan declares open season just before Halloween. Featuring andreil kisses, misuse of brussel sprouts, Matt in lingerie, and more.

5 times realisation struck Neil & 1 time he acted on it by alex_wh0 [Rated T, 7503 Words, Complete, AFTG Fall Exchange 2020]

Previously recced here

"Neil looked across the room at Andrew and felt a surge of affection so intense that it stuck in his throat. He wondered how someone who had rolled out of bed barely an hour ago could have the audacity to make him feel like this." or Five times Neil Josten had a realisation and one time he did something about it.

if you're just tuning in walk into the light by orphan_account [Rated T, 8824 Words, Complete, 2020]

Previously recced here

Andrew runs a small shop in Palmetto with his brother. It's monotonous. He takes care of his plants, makes tinctures, provides minimal customer service, and teases Kevin for his heart eyes over Aaron. It's boring, but it's good. And then Wymack hires someone new, and some things change.

The endless mental math required to simply survive. by melbopo [Rated T, 17400 Words, Complete, 2021]

Free booze and candy at Seth's expense for his frat's Halloween party on Friday? Say no more, Andrew will be there, mandatory costume and all. Perhaps Matt's new Exy loving stray will even occupy Kevin for the whole night so he doesn't give Andrew inane lectures about wasting talent and potential on intramural teams, leaving him to drink his free alcohol in blissful peace. Really, the simple mental math checks out in his favor on this one. ~~~~ (alternative title: Andrew Minyard and his acquaintances [that are actually his friends])

tw: homophobia

aaron's lament by nanatsuyu [Rated T, 9061 Words, Complete, AFTG Fall Exchange 2021, Locked]

Previously recced here

It's the first holiday Katelyn and Aaron have hosted in their own apartment. Katelyn thinks it'll be fun. Aaron thinks there are far too many people in his home.

An Unpleasant Surprise by justdk [Rated T, 3689 Words, Complete, 2018]

Previously recced here

Neil's visit to the haunted house is not fun. At all.

tw: panic attacks

best thing by exactly13percent_OLD (hymbeaux) [Rated M, 4117 Words, Complete, 2019]

Previously recced here

Aaron has 48 hours off. Kevin has a party to attend. They both have unanswered questions.

firsts by exactly13percent_OLD (hymbeaux) [Rated G, 6270 Words, Complete, 2019]

Previously recced here

Andrew and Neil have fostered Clara and Riley for a little over a year. It's their first Halloween. It's taken a while for both kids to become comfortable, and tonight is for them.

Say something, say yes by DeyaAmaya [Rated T, 2851 Words, Complete, 2018]

Previously recced here

'I can't leave. I need to say goodbye to your son. I can't leave like this.' Mary smiles. Andrew feels a shiver down his spine. Her lips don't move, but he can hear her voice clear as a bell. 'You're not saying goodbye to him.'

tw: major character injury

House To Haunt by moonix [Rated M, 65356 Words, Complete, 2023, Locked]

This fic is a choose your own adventure game! Follow Kevin as he explores an abandoned mansion with a Fox companion of your choice. You can discover different parts of the mansion, learn about its previous owners' history, romance Kevin's companion, collect interesting items, solve puzzles, rescue Kevin and his friends from a variety of sticky situations... and then do it all over again! !!Please make sure to read the instructions at the beginning before you start playing!!

Something Out of Nothing by Aquared46 [Rated E, 20831 Words, Complete, AFTG Fall Exchange 2024]

Fox’s Hollow had attracted tourists for decades with its haunted history and Halloween festivals. A resident for many years, Andrew doesn't believe in ghosts or hauntings, but when his workplace is being investigated by ghosthunters, he spends his early hours with a man far more intriguing and haunted than a ghost could ever be.

tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: implied/referenced torture

it's almost halloween by reaching_my_summit [Rated T, 2677 Words, Complete, 2017]

Part 3 of this is something, part 2 here, part 3 here, part 5 here, part 6 here

the Foxes celebrate halloween together at Eden's. someone flirts with Andrew. Neil is not about that.

do you like scary movies? by Ominous, Stjosten [Rated T, 22519 Words, Complete, 2020]

Previously recced here

To say Andrew has never seen the benefit in the make-believe would be a lie. However, he finds less and less use for it as he grows older. He especially fails to see the benefits of anything from the horror genre; he’s made plenty of his own mistakes, has seen more than enough to terrify him in his life. He doesn’t need to rely on jump scares and idiotic protagonists. But when he meets Neil, self-proclaimed horror archivist, he finds that maybe he never gave the genre the credit it was due, and he ends up thanking the dull movies eventually… They lead him to Neil, the realest thing he’s ever known.

pumpkin heads by moonix [Rated T, 4278 Words, Complete, 2023, Locked]

Tonight is the night. Halloween, Andrew and Neil's last night working at the pumpkin patch, and the night Andrew is finally going to ask Kevin out. If only they could find Kevin... (Based on the graphic novel Pumpkin Heads, but you don't need to have read it to understand the fic.)

Andrew Minyard Loves Fall (and will fight anyone who doesn’t) by mareofthesky [Rated G, 11074 Words, Complete, 2022]

Andrew is trying to enjoy his favorite season in peace, but a certain Mystery Man keeps popping up out of nowhere. With a long string of aliases, an infuriating mouth, and striking features, he's managed to catch Andrew's attention in a way that not many can. Andrew can't seem to get the menace out of his head, but he's beginning to think he doesn't want to.

NB: author’s fall spotify playlist here

skylight by djhedy [Rated T, 5560 words, Complete, AFTG Fall Exchange 2020]

Previously recced here

neil moves to a pro team, a new apartment, in a new city, and is held up by his friends. and by a series of mysterious gifts left on his doormat.

What if We Held Hands in our Pyjama Pants by transjorts [Rated T, 9301 Words, Complete, 2021]

A very soft, autumn-themed high school au in which Andrew, Aaron and Nicky are the new kids and Neil accidentally catches feelings.

tw: dysphoria, tw: transphobia, tw: implied/referenced child abuse

Art

aftghalloweenzine cosplay by @foxy-exy

your favorite emotional support sapphics art by @kashjsnsndnan

Renison as Witch and vampire art by @pria-png

adoptive!Bee halloween and happy halloween! art by @deklo

andreil halloween costumes art by @manekkii-art

andreil halloween costumes art by @lunapiq

All family together art by @kurra

the foxes in their costumes art by @jojen-hewitt

Neil and Andrew in Eden’s outfits + Halloween art by @fabulousmisfits

happy halloween, foxes art by @jeannemaybedarc

Put ‘em up and Neil costume comic art by @emry-stars-art

Halloween party… art by @stiigex

Halloween andreil makeup meme art by @jesperandwylansittinginnatree

AngelJean and DevilJeremy art by @blablablabel

[hmshermitcraft]

For theme!

The Bad Boys are very proud of their Bread Bridge Bakery. Business is booming! And of course, it helps that they each have their own regulars that come in to see them all.

Tango and Scott come to visit Jimmy, and occupy one of the window tables for hours on end. Lizzie and Etho come to see Joel, they like to sit closer to the counter so they can poke some fun at their Bad Boy. And of course, it’s always a whole thing when all of Boatem come to see Grian.

All of the respective partners have memorized when the bakery usually gets down time, and as they learn those times more and more, they all end up showing up at the same time. Now it’s basically a family event!

The downside of them all showing up at once is making sure they've got enough food for them and and customers that come after! They love their partners, but they are running a business here. If they're going to buy them completely out of donuts then get back here and get this batch ready, jeez!

[saradika-graphics]

I love your dividers like so much! I’ve used them in several fics now. I can’t seem to find them but do you have anything baking related? Like not just desserts but like the utensils too?

hi! I made this baking set with deserts here! And I did edit a couple to add in some utensils in for you 🧁💕

[Free] Masterlist Headers & Dividers!

Please consider liking or reblogging if you use 💕

[canisalbus]

In another life, I imagine Machete being nothing but a baker. Everyone always says he smells like warm bread. In this life, he is a simple man - but he is happy.

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[magicgalatica]

Sweets

PART 1

Yandere! Leatherface/Thomas Hewitt (2006) x Baker! Female Reader

“…….”

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Smell of sliced meat drifted up. Raw, drooling red. Sunlight beamed in through windows. Casting rays of warmth and heat.

Thunk Thunk Thunk!

Wood gently being chopped by a blade that pierced laid meat. Steak. Pork. Anything that a blade would grace itself with. A tall man stood, hovering. Black hair draped over his shoulders slightly. Mask covering his lower face towards his nose. Hiding whatever what maybe under it. Hazel eyes focusing. Rising his arm then swinging down. Slicing a large rib. Breathing slowly.

RIIIIIINNNNG!

He stopped. Clever at hand. Staring yet remained silent. Shift now ending. Letting out a breath. Eyes lingering on the meat that sat in front of him. As if he was contemplating. Hearing footsteps behind him. Not bothering nor interested to see who it was. Whoever it was stopped. Not close, just a few feet away. Thomas begins swinging down again before hearing a disgruntled voice speaking towards him.

“Oi. The shift is over. Go home ya animal.”

He stopped, holding the clever tightly. Looking at the man, who glared back at him. Eyes locked onto each other. Placing his clever to the side. Moving butchered meat into a container (or barrel). Slowly turning around after finishing. Glaring at the owner one last time before leaving his spot. His boots scraping wooden floors to dirt. Closing the steel door after he left. Letting out more breathes. Following his path. Silent. Feeling a cool breeze grazing him softly. Sunlight nabbing at him slowly. Taking more steps. Then a scent hits his nose. What seemed to be….. Cookies? This was new to him. Usually used to smell of raw meat. Curiosity slowly nawing at him. Following this newly scent. Seeing a small path. He took it. Continuing to trail it slowly. Letting out a breath. Before noticing a building a few feet away from a him.

A Bakery…

Has it always been here? He pondered in his thoughts for a second. Noticing it wasn’t far from town. Nestling by itself. Some chairs and tables settled outside. Gently pushing the door, heading a tiny bell going off. Then a voice spoke.

“Hello! I’ll be with you in one second!”

Raising his head. Taking a look at his surroundings. Seemingly the inside was a theme of western. Some wheels here and there. Bull skull hanging in front near the cashier. Soft music playing in background. Coffee freshly brewed with some tea that glowed from sunlight. Hearing clicking of boots. A female appears. H/c gently swaying a bit. Tying up her apron before moving her gaze up. Smiling.

“Hello! Welcome to Sweetie Bakery!”

Her voice sounded soft and calm. Not a hint of anger or disgust towards him. But he took notice of her nose twitching. Probably gaining a scent of dried blood on him. However she didn’t say anything. Not bothered.

“I’m Y/n! How can I help you today?”

“…….”

Thomas gazed at Y/n. Keeping his silence. He did move forward. Gazing at the options before him. He expected her to call him names or insult him under her breath.

But he heard nothing.

Y/n watched him with her e/c. Still smiling. Being patient. Allowing him to scan each option. He stopped, then gazed at Y/n.

“…….”

Y/n tilted her head a bit. Still gazing at him as he did back. Then his eyes slowly trail towards some pie. Mainly at Pecan Pie. Y/n, taking notice, smiles more at him.

“Would you like a sample?”

“………”

Y/n hummed, ducking down for a moment. Appearing up. Holding a plate with a fork. Setting it down. Placing on some gloves on. Grabbing a slice gently with a baking tool. Placing it onto the plate. Thomas reached for the fork. But Y/n, gently, tapped his hand.

“Hold on mister, let me get you a wet cloth show you can clean your hands for a second.”

Thomas looked at her. Seeing her turn away. Grabbing a cloth. Wetting it with warm water. Heading back over. Gesturing the cloth to him. Thomas gazed at it for a second. Taking it. He slowly wiped his hands to clear off any smell or remain of meat. Y/n gently takes back the cloth. Thomas grabs his fork. Cutting into this pecan pie. Jabbing into a piece. Rising it up to his mouth. Taking a bite. Y/n smiles at him ounce more.

“Do you like it?”

Thomas looks at her, letting out a small huff. To which Y/n took as a yes. Her eyes noticed something red.

“Oh your bleeding.”

Thomas wondered what she meant before noticing. A cut on his hand. Being used to dealing with sharp blades when working. To a point he doesn’t feel it anymore.

“Wait here.”

Y/n disappeared into the back before coming back with a med kit. Going around. Pulling one of the chairs.

“Go ahead and take a seat. I’ll take look at it.”

Thomas turned to her. Slowly heading towards the chair and sat down slowly. Y/n got on her knees. Opening her med kit. Using one hand, she took Thomas’s cut hand. But instead of roughly, it was a gentle touch. To him it was like a delicate soft touch. Y/n pulled out some wipes. Wiping some blood away before wrapping it some bandages.

“There that looks better.”

Thomas let’s out a breath. Y/n stood up.

“Hopefully that’ll heal up nicely. Better then it being accidentally cut further and then getting infected. Especially when working at a meat place.”

Thomas looks at her. Thinking she must’ve offended him.

“Oh sorry. I didn’t mean anything bad. It just when it comes to sharp objects when you cut meat.”

Y/n breathes softly.

“You must be thirst from working within that building.”

Y/n goes back behind the counter, humming a bit. Grabbing a cup. Gently pouring some sweet tea into a cup. Walking back over to him. Placing it down in front him.

“There you go.”

Y/n hummed, walking back to the counter. Thomas watched her. She wasn’t unlike many other folk around these parts. Harsh ones. Especially when it comes to him. Due to his mask and… face. But with you…. You gave no reaction of ill will. Instead, a soft and kind emotion was given. Giving a smile, and helping him with the cut he hand. Welcoming him warmly then harshly. Thomas slowly got up. Inhaling. Grabbing the cup.

“Oh wait sir!”

He looks at her. Y/n came over with a bag. Filled with different sweets. He looked at it then gaze at Y/n.

“A hard working man deserves something for all the work he does.”

Thomas gazed at her.

“Don’t worry about the pay. It’s on the house!”

Thomas gazed the bag. Slowly taking it. His fingers accidentally brushed with hers. She did not flinch nor pull away. Thomas takes the bag. Y/n smiles at him. Seeing him walk away. Waving.

“See you later mister! Hope I see you again!”

Bell chimed. Thomas breathes out. Feeling heat of the sun again. Taking his path once more. His chest however…..

Felt Tight.

Out of all woman he met before until they left town. You were the rarest he seen. Like a rare piece of gold in a mine of silver. Soft hearted. Delicate. Kind. He felt… comfortable near you. Being at ease when he sees you. Calm when he hears you. He needed to come back….. No…..

He will come back.

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