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saey707 · 2 years

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Hello again! Thank you so much for the Aatrox prompt, I really enjoyed it and was smiling like an idiot! ^-^

May I request another Aatrox x female reader where he makes ham/cheeseburgers for both of them?

✿ Prompt: Aatrox "cooks" for you ✿

♡ champion focus: aatrox ♡ tw: none! ♡ Female reader

Author’s Note: Hey again! Glad to hear that you loved the previous headcanons <3 I return today, bringing to you a short of Aatrox. Also, enjoy this piece by @fjordline of Aatrox eating a hamburgie to go along with this piece. Feel free to request more. (〃´𓎟`〃) See you soon!

Of all the amazing things Aatrox could and was capable of doing, he was particularly weak in one area of expertise, struggling to utilize his potential in the kitchen. You would often find him burning scones to charcoal black and setting pots of water on fire. He would swat singed muffins with white towels, angrily slamming the tin down onto the ground in absolute shambles.

Compared to the great baker Pantheon, Aatrox was inferior. Aatrox could never compare, finding something as simple as filling a cup of ramen with hot water tedious and difficult. He was more of a provider, but never a giver.

On the other hand, you were a great cook, always in your element when it came down to using your hands. You always cooked the most delicious meals Aatrox has ever had, his favorites being your salted sweet cod, roasted beside an open flame, and- of course- the homemade hamburgers with fried potatoes you made frequently.

Perhaps just knowing your beloved darkin preferred your cooking over any inn or tavern was the reason why you so willingly cooked for him!

It was natural for you anyways, an activity that was human and domestic. And in a way, Aatrox was jealous that you were such a great cook. He was jealous that you were able to build a connection with him through the delicious meals you made.

It's why he decided one day he would pay it forward to you. Even though you insisted it wasn't necessary, he still swore that he would find a way.

He didn't struggle to cut the tomatoes and lettuce into pristine, clean slices, that part was easy!

But cooking the patties really proved to be a struggle. The first three times resulted in bursts of flames, a bashed-in cast iron skillet, and raw patties floating in a pool of water.

When you noticed your angry, red boyfriend seething on his fourth attempt, Aatrox very begrudgingly allowed you to assist him. He observed as you stacked ingredients, consistent with the number of vegetables you added: 3 tomatoes, 2 slices of lettuce, 1 slice of cheese, and a beautifully browned burger patty.

You arranged it perfectly and Aatrox couldn't help but feel upset.

"What's wrong?" You asked him, your hand reaching to rub his hand, the big, red meanie looking away stubbornly. The last thing Aatrox wanted to do was say he was... embarrassed. He couldn't help but feel bad that you ultimately helped him do something that he wanted to do all for you!

"Nothing." He mumbled. But as you continued to stare up at him with those beautiful, naive eyes, Aatrox couldn't help but fold under the weight of your concern.

"I... Wish you didn't have to always help me cook. I wanted to do something special for you... Or whatever. And you still ended up fixing all of my mistakes." You stared at him in awe.

Taking both of his hands, the world ender stared down at you with mahogany cheeks. You spoke slowly, "I'm more than happy to help you, Aatrox," he still wasn't convinced, "Believe it or not, food is our love language. It connects people in a... forever sort of way. And the people who give you their food give you a piece of their heart."

Hopping up the steps of your stool, you placed a sweet kiss on his lips, Aatrox sinking into your careful embrace. His arms tangled around your waist, pulling you in and up into his arms.

"Then, let's eat? Together..?" He suggested.

"Don't you want to make the fried potatoes with me first?" You asked, Aatrox puckering his lips and staring at the sack of potatoes on the counter behind you.

"... So long as you fry them?"

You grinned, wasting no time in shimmying out of his arms to get the stovetop going: "It's a deal."

In a way, you believed Aatrox trying to cook for you was him trying to give you a piece of his own heart. The heart you knew he hardened and hid from the entire world. From everyone but you.

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weatheringfeelingsvn · 10 months

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Strawbebby cheemsecake...... Nubloso my beloved..... But is that Miguel's favorite food? :3

( he does like strawberries, but cheesecake is too sweet for him... Maybe something like muffins or scones? )

#weathering feelings #yandere #visual novel #dating sim #weathering feelings vn #yanderevn #weathering feelings asks #yandere game #weathering feelings miguel

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supersonicob · 11 months

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The 2nd half of the Sanrio festival of 2023! 😄🥰😍 look how cute ALL the characters are🥰🥰 so #Pompompuree is captain of his own team the kawaii trio there on the left side of the pic 💗 😍 💖 ❤ 💕 💙 we have muffin the hamster, scones the mouse, and bagel the squirrel. The other team has my most beloved fav character #badtzmaru #pochacco

#sanrio characters #sanrio #Sanriofestival kawaii competition fanfavs #tuxedo sam #badtz maru #puree #cinnimoroll #chococat #hello kitty

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chandajaan · 1 year

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☕️my favourite coffee shop is called the magic hat and it uses what would have been food waste so that it’s more environmentally friendly. my go to order in general from a coffee shop is either an earl grey or a hot chocolate, depending on my mood and usually some form of sweet baked treat. i’m partial to muffins and scones. i swear i’m like a grandma trapped in the body of a teenage girl.

love you lots beloved xxxxx

That is such a great concept for a cafe! It sounds wonderful 💞 im also very partial to a scone rn (esp with cream and jam) I think because im.working out a lot and im pretty sticky with my food its a bit of a cheat 😏 I've never been able to love earl grey but im def a hot choc girly as well, def understand being a grandma 😗😂

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sohannabarberaesque · 2 years

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Postcards from Snagglepuss (Minnesota State Fair edition)

"Oh, I went to the Canned Goods Fair ..."

If it's all the same to you, gentle reader, there's been quite a tradition of Minnesota State Fair competition in what used to be called "domestic arts and sciences," alias "women's activities," later becoming "home activities" when it turned out men were starting to take equal interest.

Nowadays, it's called "Creative Activities." As in the building where such are exhibited, as in craftwork, needlework, quilts, rugs, samplers, postcard and stamp collections--and need I forget about home baking, canning and preserving, as is the subject of this very piece?

At any event, there's nothing more exciting a display such as could make Yogi Bear's mouth drool overtime, aside from tourists' picnic baskets back in Jellystone Park....

"As you were saying, Snagglepuss--?"

"Heavens to Ranger Smith!" says I at the sight of your favourite bear and mine close to some refrigerated displays featuring the sheer acme, the epitome even, of baking and cake decorating. And did I mention the likes of pies, cookies, brownies, scones, tortes--I assume you get the idea.

Nearby, breads. Tea breads, muffins, and more conventional bread. White bread, whole wheat bread, multi-grain bread, ethnic-type breads even!

"Believe you me, Snag," Yogi remarked at seeing such bread in competition, "who wouldn't want one of those breads to fix sandwiches for a pic-a-nic basket worthy of yours truly back Jellystone Park way?"

"Were you thinking more of a white bread," asked I, "or something along the lines of a whole grain such?"

"It doesn't really matter all that much, Snag, so long as it's tasty and filling!" (Pause) "But I could certainly go for some whole grain bread!"

"Obviously, in these times, who wouldn't?"

Moving on to the acme of home canning, pickling and preserving--

"Well, well, well!" It was no less than Huckleberry Hound and his beloved Clementine, taking some admirable looks at the likes of such home-canned preserves, pickles and sauces. What's especially interesting is that for years, Gedney, a Chaska, Minnesota-based pickling and preserving company, has featured limited-run pickle offerings based on the recipes of Minnesota State Fair pickle competition winners, and while I'm not the pickle sort of wildcat, you can just imagine how ingenuous the canning competition entrants can get. Be it more conventional fruit and vegetable preserves, jams or chutneys, mincemeat, tomato sauce even ...

(Clementine, in a casual moment: "Have I ever mentioned to anyone that I've actually tried home-canned tomato sauce, pizza sauce and chili base?" The which impressed me quite a bit as we were passing a section given over to home-canned tomatoes and tomato products, taking especial note of such homemade tomato sauce which took the purple ribbon for Grand Champion. "I do have to acknowledge that when I fix homemade pasta, my own homemade spaghetti sauce, with some ground turkey added, certainly adds a particular touch of flavour." Huckleberry Hound concurred, speaking himself from experience.)

And who couldn't be impressed by the very sight of homemade fruitcake, butt of many a holiday-season joke--especially one as won a blue ribbon?

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phdmama · 3 years

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1 and 3 for the asks!

Thank you love!!

1. What period of history do you enjoy learning about?

I will admit, that history isn't really my most beloved subject, which I am sure is a deep moral failing on my part but oh well. That being said, I've read some wonderful historical fiction that I loved! Gone to Soldiers (abotu WWII) is an absolute favorite. I had an ide for an Egypt fic but it was going to take a LOT of research.

2. What do you order at a café?

Depends on what I'm doing but I have several go-tos! I love a nice vanilla latte because I am basic (and sbux has a coconut milk one that's SO good). I love a peppermint mocha or chai latte!! I am a VERY BIG FAN of baked goods in general, though I'm not about almonds at all. Scones, muffins, tea breads, all that stuff.

#I'm a bit lightheaded and woozy #from the virus I've got #so does this make sense?#WHO KNOWs??#love you anitra my frond

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chocolvte · 5 years

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THE BOYZ IMAGINE.

. . you’re a barista and kevin moon works at the flower shop next door

author’s note — this one is for my beloved @lybomb! i hope you like it, love <3

listen to melting heart by the boyz

the first time you met kevin, you didn’t know he worked next door. it was really cold and raining hard, so even with the short walk between the secret garden and your aunt’s café he was nearly drenched by the time he pulled open the door.

your aunt, who was probably one of the sweetest people you knew, started fussing over him immediately, wrapping him up in a blanket and sitting him at a table next to one of the floor to ceiling windows that spanned the front wall of the café.

the back wall was just one giant mirror, making the whole place look much more spacious than it actually was. seating at the café varied between plush sofas with delicate glass coffee tables and velvet armchairs placed in front of low tables. there were a few booths in the corner, which were always highly coveted, and bar stools along the counter beside the cash register. the shop was well lit with eclectic floor lamps and fairy lights strung around the ceiling.

kevin insisted on paying for his drink, but your aunt wasn’t one to give up easily.

“go bring that poor kid a scone,” she yelled in your general direction before hurrying over to help another customer at one of the booths.

blushing, you picked one from the case (earl grey and lemon) and dropped it on a plate before making your way over to the very wet (and admittedly very cute) boy shivering beneath your aunt’s blanket.

“hey, you don’t have to—,” the boy tried to protest, but you cut him off with a smile.

“it’s on the house.”

“are you sure?” he wasn’t shivering so hard anymore, hands reaching for his macchiato. the way he was looking at you made you feel like there were butterflies trapped in your belly.

“yeah,” you shoved your hands into the pocket of your apron, blushing. “you deserve it after getting caught in this rain.”

“you probably think i’m an idiot,” the boy laughed, leaning back in the arm chair. he held his drink with both hands, blowing gently across the top.

“maybe a little bit,” you smiled, rocking back on your heels. “you couldn’t catch me outside in this rain.”

“i was only going next door!” he protested, reaching out with his foot to kick your ankle softly. “i work right over there, at the secret garden.”

squinting past the rain hitting the window in sheets, you could just barely make out the flower shop next door. when it was sunny outside, the owner placed baskets and baskets full of fresh blossoms outside to entice potential customers, and they always made the whole street smell like gardenias and orange blossoms. there was a time you used to buy your aunt a couple tulips every day right before your shift, so that by the end of the week she had a whole bouquet sitting on the counter beside the cash register. you must have stopped before this boy was hired; you were sure you would’ve remembered him.

“i’m kevin, by the way,” the boy interrupted your thoughts, smiling up at you disarmingly. “you should visit me at work some time. you look like a snap dragon girl.”

“a snap dragon girl?” you repeated, laughing.

“yeah,” he smiled, completely unfazed.

it stopped raining a few minutes later, but kevin didn’t go back to the flower shop. instead, he stayed at the café, teasing you and helping you clean up when your shift finally ended. he asked you for your number, but you still didn’t really expect to see him ever again (except maybe in passing) and you definitely didn’t expect him to start making regular visits to the café, always with an armful of snap dragons.

“morning, sunshine!” he greeted you one morning, like usual, before handing over a single rose.

“just one?” you raised a skeptical brow, trying to contain the smile his pretty gifts always brought to your face. you were just kidding, of course, but kevin frowned at you as if you weren’t.

“what do you mean “just one”? this is the prettiest flower we sell,” kevin informed you, sliding onto one of the bar stools. he shook his head. “i’ve been spoiling you too much. it’s gone to your head.”

“kevin!” your aunt sang, breezing over to give him an affectionate kiss on the cheek. “what do you have for my pretty girl today, my love?”

“just a rose, auntie,” kevin smiled, sending you a playful smirk as your aunt just about swooned over this information.

“you’re terrible,” you laughed, shaking your head as your aunt took over your spot at the register so you could sit with kevin during your break.

“what?” he feigned innocence, breaking off a piece of the muffin you handed him and popping it into his mouth. “i can’t help it if your auntie loves me more than you.”

“oh, yes, you’re very charming,” you teased as kevin struggled to speak around his mouthful of muffin. kevin laughed, nearly choking, before his expression turned more serious.

“i did want to ask you something, though,” he swallowed the rest of the muffin, brushing his hands against his jeans before turning to face you fully. he blushed a little, which was definitely not regular kevin moon behavior. he was starting to make you anxious.

“oh, okay, sure,” you tried to smile, but it was hard with the fear bubbling up in your chest. “what’s going on?”

“it’s nothing bad!” kevin reassured you quickly, reading your expression. “but it’s important and i guess i’m kinda nervous.”

“don’t be nervous,” you smiled, trying your best to seem reassuring. “it’s only me. just tell me.”

“okay, okay,” kevin took a deep breath, looking you right in the eyes. “i wanted to know if maybe you wanted to go out with me? sometime? like, on a date. and maybe you would just want to, like, do that in general. date me, i mean.”

“kevin, are you asking me out?” of all the ways this conversation could have gone, that was definitely not what you were expecting. kevin really was blushing now, looking incredibly embarrassed.

“yeah,” he laughed, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. “trying to, anyway. how am i doing?”

“not that great,” you laughed, feeling relief rush through you. kevin liked you back! “but i’d love to. you know how passionate i am about charity work.”

“oh, shut up, i’m a catch,” kevin’s blush was gone, replaced by a playful expression as he reached over to flick your forehead in retaliation. “i’ll pick you up after your shift, okay?”

“sounds good,” you smiled, dancing away from kevin’s swats to help your aunt behind the counter.

“finally!” you aunt teased you as kevin made his way back to the secret garden for the beginning of his own shift. “i’ve been waiting for that boy to confess to you for weeks.”

“auntie!” you protested, covering your face with your hands. “stop! you’re being embarrassing!”

“ah, young love,” your aunt sighed, tapping the tip of your nose with kevin’s rose. “it must be something in the air this time of year.”

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petrichoravellichor · 4 years

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Can I please have a (platonic) Balthazar and Castiel in the prompt “-some dude with a megaphone is spewing homophopic crap outside the cafeteria and we’re both protesting him because the college is adamnant about his freedom of speech rights, make out with me to piss him off?”

Can I Get an Amen

Relationship: Balthazar & Cas (platonic)

Other Characters: Sam Winchester, Naomi (unnamed, but it’s her)

Rating: T

Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Balthazar POV, Bi-/Pansexual Balthazar, Slightly Hippie!Cas (like, a mixture of Endverse!Cas + Crazy!Cas), Bees, Homophobic Language (which gets shut the fuck down), Very Exaggerated Make-Out Session Between Friends (to piss off a homophobe, so it’s for a good cause)

(Ao3)

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When Sam’s alarm went off at seven a.m., Balthazar’s first thought upon jarring awake was that he was going to throw the bloody phone out the window. (He didn’t, because doing so would have required him to get up, but it was a near thing.) Balthazar had no idea what sort of cosmic fuck-up he’d committed in a previous life to get landed with a roommate for whom going for an early morning run beat out having a lie-in, but as he grumbled under his breath while Sam rose and dressed, he felt fairly certain that fate was having a laugh at his expense.

Sam, the bastard, found this all very amusing.

“You know,” Sam said mildly as he sat on the edge of his bed and did up his shoelaces, seemingly impervious to the death-glare Balthazar was giving him, “it wouldn’t kill you to get up a few hours before your first class. You don’t even have to exercise: you could just, like, read or get some extra studying in or something.”

Balthazar snorted. “I could, yes, but why on earth would I,” he said, stretching luxuriously beneath his sheets, “when I could just as easily stay in bed and dream of having a ménage à-whatever-French-for-twelve is?”

“Okay, one, it’s douze, and two, ew. Also, don’t even pretend like you could keep up with that many women.”

“Mm, bold of you to assume they were all women.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Anyway,” he said, standing, “I’m gonna go. Have fun dreaming about naked people.”

He left, and Balthazar promptly buried his head under his pillow, determined to fall back asleep. He gave up after half an hour of angry tossing and turning, rising in a huff and stomping over to his dresser. If he was doomed to be awake this early, then he might as well go down to the quad and fetch himself something caffeinated to drink.

Ten minutes later, he was trudging down the steps outside the dorm building and mulling over various forms of revenge—his current favorite consisted of tossing out one of Sam’s beloved running shoes, then watching with glee as Sam searched for it in vain—when he heard a voice from the lawn to his left:

“You’re up early.”

Balthazar turned and spotted his friend Cas, who was currently dressed in a loose-fitting shirt and sweats; he was barefoot, balancing on one leg with the other tucked up under him, palms pressed together, and was peering at Balthazar with a mixture of surprise and amusement. “I didn’t know you even existed before noon.”

Balthazar sighed. “Yes, well, annoying roommates with early alarms are annoying.”

“Ah.” Cas shifted into a different pose, placing both feet flat on the grass and raising his arms above his head. “And here I thought I’d finally convinced you to try yoga with me.”

“Cassie, the day I willingly twist myself into a pretzel while both clothed and sober is the day I forgive you for making me sit through three hours of that god-awful Titanic movie.”

“You’re just mad because you hate Celine Dion.”

“It’s not her I hate, it’s that bloody song! And furthermore,” Balthazar added, pointedly ignoring Cas’s snicker, “our dear Rose’s heart wouldn’t have had to go on if she’d just done a better job of making room for Jack on that piece of fucking debris.”

“It was a door.”

“It was a travesty, is what it was, and I’ll thank you to quit bringing it up. Now then,” he said, jerking his thumb in the direction of the quad, “I’m going for a latte. Care to join me? Or have you still got to do your downward doggy-style or what have you?”

Cas rolled his eyes and reached for his sandals. “It’s downward dog, and no, I’m done.”

“Brilliant, you’re buying.”

They headed toward the quad, Cas talking animatedly about some new Save the Bees project he and a few others in the Environmental Club were hoping to kick off soon. Balthazar, who was busy trying to decide if he wanted a muffin or a scone with his latte, was only half listening, a decision he regretted when he heard Cas say, with a hint of smugness, “I knew I could count on you,” and, after a quick mental replay, realized that he’d just agreed to attend an all-day event that coming weekend. Fuck. He opened his mouth to give an excuse when a commotion ahead caught his attention.

A small crowd had gathered at the edge of the quad; as Balthazar and Cas neared, Balthazar saw that at its center was a middle-aged brunette woman dressed in formal clothing who was speaking into a megaphone:

“…TIME HAS COME TO RENOUNCE YOUR SINFUL LIFESTYLE AND REMEMBER THAT ONLY THROUGH GOD’S GRACE CAN YOU ENTER THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN, FOR THE BIBLE TELLS US THAT MAN SHALL NOT LIE WITH MEN AS HE DOES WITH WOMEN, THAT IT IS AN AB—”

“—SOLUTELY DELIGHTFUL WAY TO SPEND A FRIDAY NIGHT!” interjected Balthazar, causing the woman to pause and several heads to turn in their direction.

The woman lowered her megaphone. She looked from Balthazar to Cas and back again. “I am here to spread the Lord’s teachings to you and others like you, those who have been led astray by immoral temptations of the flesh. You should thank me.”

Balthazar let out a bitter laugh. “Thank you? What on earth for?”

The woman frowned. “I told you, I’m here to spread the Lord’s teachings—”

Balthazar cut her off. “You did, twice. Good for you.” He crossed his arms. “But, you see, we’re a litter-free campus, so it’d be lovely if you took your rubbish elsewhere.”

Several of the surrounding students cheered. The woman glanced around, seemingly unsure. “I have a permit. I’m allowed to be here.”

“We’re students,” said Cas. “We pay money to be here.” Even more people cheered. “And incidentally, the line you’re referring to, Leviticus 18:22, condemns pedophilia, not homosexuality.”

Balthazar turned to Cas. “What, really?”

“Yes. The original wording translates to ‘man shall not lie with young boys’.” Cas regarded the woman coolly. “Also, since you claim to concern yourself with the word of God, I’d check the tag on that suit. Leviticus 19:19 prohibits wearing garments that mix linen and wool.”

The woman pressed her lips together in a thin line. “I will not be lectured on my faith by a young man who has clearly lost his way.”

“I’m not lecturing you,” responded Cas. “I’m simply telling you what the Bible says.”

“You mock me.”

“You do that to yourself.”

The woman scowled, eyes boring into Cas. “There are places that can help you, programs that can teach you to make more Godly choices.”

“You’re referring to so-called conversion therapy,” said Cas, and though he was still speaking calmly, there was an edge to his voice that Balthazar rarely heard, “a practice that has been discredited by every leading expert on human sexuality for over two decades.”

“Despite what you think, it can be effective if you’re willing, if you want to be fixed—”

“We’re not broken,” said Cas. “Your beliefs are.”

“Now wait just a minute—”

“Oh, piss off!” snapped Balthazar. Cas might have had the patience to deal with this sort of thing uncaffeinated, but he most certainly did not. “Aren’t there more important things you could spend your energy bitching about? Take bees, for example: they’re dropping dead at an alarming rate, which could have frankly catastrophic effects on our food supply, but no, you’re right, let’s get all dressed up and tell gay people they’re going to hell because they have the audacity to be themselves, that’s clearly the bigger priority.”

Cas gave him a surprised smile. “You were listening about the bees.”

“Of course I was listening, I’m a wonderful friend like that. Speaking of,” said Balthazar, turning to Cas with a raised eyebrow, “fancy a friendly snog to piss off this hag?”

Cas thought a moment, then shrugged. “Why not?”

“That’s the spirit,” said Balthazar bracingly, grabbing a fistful of Cas’s shirt and pulling him in for a kiss.

There was no real heat to it—at the end of the day, Balthazar knew Cas was about as romantically interested in him as he was in Cas; that is to say, not at all—but in for a penny, in for a pound. Balthazar closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Cas’s shoulders, letting out an exaggerated moan; he could feel Cas practically shaking with suppressed laughter and gave him a very subtle pinch. Cas let out a muffled snort before gasping, “Oh, Balthazar!” in mock passion and pressing their lips more firmly together; he even groaned a bit, which at which point it was Balthazar’s turn to bite back a chuckle.

Thankfully, their tactic worked: the students around them erupted into applause, and scarcely five seconds had passed before the woman let out an affronted huff and stormed off. Once the sound of her heels had sufficiently faded, Balthazar cracked an eye open and, with the visual confirmation that she was gone, gave Cas a tap on the shoulder, stepping back with a grin. “Well, that went swimmingly, wouldn’t you say?”

Cas looked off in the direction the woman had gone. “It did seem to have the desired effect, although,” he added, lips twitching in a poorly concealed smirk as he reached into his pocket and produced a tube of organic lip balm, “you probably need this more than I do.”

Balthazar rolled his eyes. “Oh, we’re giving post-snogging critiques, are we? Here, then.” He took the lip balm and, in exchange, held out a small tin of mints. “You absolutely need this more than I do.”

Cas snorted, accepting the mints and making a show of popping one into his mouth; Balthazar, for his part, applied a liberal amount of lip balm. “Right, then,” he said, smacking his lips together and pocketing the tube, “coffee?”

#balthazar #cas & balthazar #balthazar & cas #supernatural #spn #fanfiction #my writing #can i get an amen #cw: homophobic language #cw: homophobia

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mammon-sama · 4 years

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Simeon’s Café (Fanfiction) Part 1/10

Uhhh just another Coffeeshop AU/Human AU in the wake of ObeyMAX. Here is the link to the work on AO3.

Title:

Simeon’s Café

Summary:

Simeon's café, Apocrypha, is heralded as one of the best in Devil's Point, and not just because of the amazing coffee and confections served there. The coffeeshop owner may as well be an angel descended from heaven based on the way he's expertly able to soothe and nurture his patrons, offering them friendly advice as he takes upon the role as their most trusted confidante.

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1397

5:45 AM

Simeon did not want to admit how many tries it took for him to download the Yelp app on his phone (hint: it was seven). He also refused to divulge how difficult it was for him to navigate the app and find the search bar (it may or may not have taken him twelve minutes). And there was no way he was going to admit to the sheer volume of spelling errors he committed when trying to type “Apocrypha” in it (there were only nine letters in “Apocrypha” and he managed to skip or replace eight of them).

However, he was most definitely willing to disclose the fact that once he scrolled down to read the reviews, he was filled with the most humbling sense of elation.

“ ★★★★★

I go in there hungry, but always come out full, even if all I’ve ordered is a scone.”

“★★★★★

Apocrypha has only been open here in Devil’s Point for a month now, but I feel like I’ve been enjoying the warm baked goods, amazing coffee, and amiable conversation there for years.”

“★★★★★

Best café in Devil’s Point by far”

“★★★★★

dunno where i’d be rn w.o simeon. he’s the man when it comes to talking thru stuff. Also he serves mad good tea here;”

“★★★★★

I heard the owner was from Celestial Hills and expected a pompous, overblown, religious zealot. It turns out Simeon is down-to-Earth as it gets and can bake any kind of confection with expertise. I highly recommend trying the Blueberry Buckle on days it’s served.”

Something warm filled his heart as he thumbed through the rest of the comments. The reception to his café here in Devil’s Point had been even better than he had hoped, and he sent a silent prayer of thanks to heaven for his success.

He glanced at the clock—it was fifteen minutes until six.

Almost opening time.

He heard a beep from the oven and hurried over to check his special for the day, piping hot blueberry bagels. The sizzling tray was carefully placed on the counter next to a pan of the beloved baked good that was served every day—cinnamon and plain scones.

Simeon breathed in the smell of flour and fruit as he turned behind him to check the coffee machine, as well as the boiling pot of water on the stove. When he saw that both were nowhere close to ready, he stepped out from behind the counter and meandered into the main dining space of the café.

Apocrypha was decorated simply, with small, round tables and overstuffed chairs, where he now adjusted the various pillows that adorned them. Warm colors and accents filled the café, giving it a homey feel that made customers feel cozy, especially on rainy days. He couldn’t help the odd Bible verse that decorated some of the surfaces—although he made sure the wording was as neutral but encouraging as possible, so no one would feel uncomfortable.

He walked toward the front windows of the café and flipped over the small chalkboard that hung on the rail. On it read “Special of the Day: Honey Muffins with Unsweetened Whipped Cream — $1.50 apiece,” which had been yesterday’s special. He dug out from his apron pocket a quarter piece of chalk and scribbled (his scribblings strangely looked like the most heavenly of calligraphy) “Blueberry Bagels — $1.00 apiece / Ask for strawberry or regular cream cheese (free),” before walking back and stationing himself once again behind the counter.

Again, Simeon glanced at the clock, surprised that only five minutes had passed.

Ten minutes left.

Before he could busy himself with another task, he noticed someone bobbing up toward the front door.

As the patron began knocking politely, Simeon’s eyebrows shot up. Was his clock slow? Was it already opening time? He couldn’t imagine someone in such a great need of coffee and confections that they’d try to enter his café early.

He hurried toward the door and opened it, before smiling gently. He had been told many times that his beam had an immensely soothing effect on whoever had been gifted with its presence. “Hello, I’m sorry, but Apocrypha isn’t open yet. If you would be so kind as to wait ten m—oh! It’s you, Luke.”

The young child, a white cap covering his blond hair, nodded vigorously, and pointed to the massive SUV behind him, which Simeon instantly recognized as Pastor Mike’s car.

Pastor Mike was one of the youth pastors at Simeon’s church back in Celestial Hills. He had adopted Luke several years ago when both of the then-four-year-old’s parents had died in an automobile accident.

“Sorry to bother you, Simeon! We’re here for the donuts!” chirped Luke.

Simeon nodded. He had forgotten that last Sunday he had promised that Pastor Mike could come in before opening hours to grab a box of a dozen donuts for one of his many trips to the homeless shelters in downtown Devil’s Point. “Come on in, Luke.” He walked behind the counter toward the fridge, where fifteen homemade donuts were carefully arranged on a tray and covered in plastic wrap.

As he put on his gloves and began to place the donuts in a white to-go box, he looked up and beamed at Luke. “Is Pastor Mike driving you to school?”

“Yes! We decided to pick up our donuts on the way there!” said Luke.

“I see. And you go to hm, Celestial Hills Public Elementary, then?”

“Actually, I go to Trinity Private Academy. It’s a Christian school and close enough to the Devil’s Point border that Pastor Mike can drop me off easily after we pick up the donuts.”

Simeon bit his lips. He knew Luke quite well from church—had even been a substitute teacher for his Sunday School class five or six times—and knew that the child was very zealous about his faith, even in a community as religious as Celestial Hills. Was it really wise to send such a child to a school of faith? He knew it wasn’t his place to say anything, but he wagered that it would do far more for Luke to send him to a public school, where he could drench himself in the opinion of other students and not become so wrapped up in his own worldview.

As he placed the last donut in the box, he couldn’t help but ask, “And how do you like Trinity Private?”

Luke blushed and his voice took on an indignant tone. “I—I love it, of course! It—it’s not like sometimes I feel like my head could explode from learning and reciting so many memory verses or anything!”

Simeon couldn’t help but pity the schoolboy, for it felt as if there was something he wasn’t saying. He knew better than to ask any more questions but to ease Luke’s burdens, he offered, “Back home in India, my church hosted many Bible Verse Recitation Competitions. I never won any, but I did manage to learn and quote over six hundred verses. Next Sunday at church I’ll teach you some of my secrets.”

“Would you really?” Luke gasped, his eyes lighting up.

“Of course!” He winked as he closed the box of donuts and gingerly handed them to Luke. “I know how Michael—er, Pastor Mike has a sweet tooth, so I purposely put a few extra donuts in there for you two to share.”

Luke took the box with a beam. “Thanks so much, Simeon!”

Simeon wiped tiny daubs of donut icing off his gloves and onto his apron. “Anytime!”

He watched from inside the café as Luke loaded himself into Pastor Mike’s enormous SUV (which, he knew was to ferry kids to and from church and other events when their parents were unable to) and the pair rode off.

He sighed as he turned his eyes toward the clock yet again, pleasantly surprised when saw that it finally now was six o’clock.

Simeon went to go flip over the sign that read “CLOSED” to the side that said “OPEN,” before rushing to situate himself behind the counter and stir in the coffee powder and tea leaves into their respective containers.

The door swung open exactly at 6:01 AM, and he didn’t even have to turn around to see who it was.

The overworked, early-graying, and rather proud Mayor’s Assistant was always his first customer.

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For the student life thing: 1.) Loud, smart, too loyal 2.) A mistletoe kiss (It's cheesy but whatever.) 3.) I really wish I could be on Broadway, but I have neither the skill or the means, so probs law. 4.) Simon from Carry On by Rainbow Rowell. Gayest book I've read, 10/10, would recommend.

@half-blood-geek hey anyone who thinks about law message me also some Broadways have open casting calls for chorus and you don’t have to be as good at one thing or another (better dancer than singer etc.) or you can be in the orchestra or sets!

House: GRYFFINDORExplanation: You’re loud and too loyal? Too easy.Favorite Hogwarts Club: Theatre Troupe! Favorite Shop in Diagon Alley/Hogsmeade: Madame Puddifoot’s Tea Shop. It’s perfect for romantics, couples, but also just friends looking for a cozy place to read by the fire and drink hot tea, coffee, chocolate, cider, or eat scones and hot buttered muffins.Post-Hogwarts Job: East Open Contracter. Someone has to run the shows on East Open (wizarding West End). And that person is you! There are people to direct, contracts to create, scheduling and shows to run and organize, adverts to place, and all of the lights, glitz, and glamor of front stages mixed with the hectic cast parties and lost wigs and hilarious bloopers of backstage are mixed into your days. You’re beloved by the music directors and lighting coordinators; the actors think of you as their older sibling; the directors fight with you as hot heads but secretly adore you.

To hear your M70s Student Life, send me an owl in my asks with the requirements!

#m70s studentlife

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Anaheim White House Catering to Serve Mother's Day Feast at Christ Cathedral

(Sir Bruno To Throw Lavish Brunch for Adults ($35), Children ($17.50) & Kids Under 6 (Free)

Not one to be deterred by major challenges, Sir Bruno Serato, owner of the Anaheim White House restaurant that was devastated by fire earlier this year, will serve Mother's Day brunch on Sunday, May 14th from 10 a.m. – 3 p.m. at Christ Cathedral in Garden Grove, 13280 Chapman Ave. Families used to taking dear old mom to the iconic restaurant may continue their tradition at Christ Church. Cost for the open buffet is $35 per adult, $17.50 for those 12 and under and no cost for children under 6. Reservations are strongly encouraged by 714.528.6888 or visiting info@whcatering. “Mother’s Day is one of my favorite occasions as it brings back dear memories of my own Mama Caterina,” said Serato, who said that he named his nonprofit that feeds 2,250 children each day after his beloved mother. “We are so grateful to Christ Cathedral for opening up their doors for us. We are deeply thankful for their continued kindness and generosity.” MENU Gourmet Soup Station · New England clam chowder · Rustic Tomato Basil The Bakery Corner · Assortment of Mini Croissant, Muffins, Cookies, Danish & Scone · French Baguette with Selection of Jam, Jelly & Honey · Corn Flakes, Cereal & Muesli Salad Station · Grilled Vegetable Pasta Salad · Frisée, Orange, Fennel & Asparagus · Salad Caprese with Fresh Basil & Balsamic Drizzle Seafood Station · Smoked Salmon, Bagel & Dill Crème Fraiche · Smoked Trout Dip with Capers & Chives · Cajun Shrimps The Egg Station · Scrambled Organic Eggs Bar · Ranchero Sauce, Spinach Sauce, Mushroom Sauce & Assorted Salsas · Roasted Breakfast Potatoes · Apple Smoked Bacon & Sausage Signature Hot Selection · Natural Chicken Breast Medallions– Dijon Mustard Sauce · Grilled Salmon Fillet – Fire Roasted Tomato Sauce · Roasted Beef Tri Tip – Marsala Sauce · Creamy “Au Gratin” Potatoes – Gruyere & Parmesan · Fusilli Pasta – Chunky Primavera Tomato Sauce Dessert & Cheese · Assorted Imported Cheese Platter, Fig Jam, Dry Fruits & Nuts · Chef Selection of Mini Tarts, Mousse & Chocolate Crunchies House Brewed Coffee & Organic Milk

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Triple Berry Baked Oatmeal

I love to shake things up when it comes to breakfast. After all, the most important meal of the day should taste important as well. Everyone tells you to eat breakfast, hyping the morning meal up as the most critical for taking on the day with energy, motivation, and focus.

Well, I’ve done some research lately, and concluded these claims only ring true if you eat right. In other words, breakfast itself ranks lower in importance than what you actually decide to put in your body upon waking. In that respect, inhaling a typical bread-based breakfast like bagels, waffles, pancakes, or muffins will leave you worse off.

These carbohydrate-rich, high-glycemic foods will negatively affect blood sugar and insulin levels, which impacts your hunger and fullness signals as a result.

You’ll likely experience a blood sugar spike and crash, followed by feelings of hunger and an increased appetite shortly after. Your metabolism will take a nosedive, and there you have it: the perfect recipe for weight gain.

I’m not discounting all your favorite breakfast items, and I can assure you that countless healthified recipes exist for bready goodies like waffles, muffins, and breakfast scones. But in general, these fast breakfast options tend to load you up with unsubstantial sugar, carbs, and very few nutrients.

So what qualifies as a healthy breakfast?

A nutritious morning meal should deliver much-needed nutrients like fiber, protein, and whole grains. It should also take it easy in the sugar department, and comprise itself of complex vs. simple carbs.

Can a healthy breakfast taste absolutely incredible too?

You betcha; in fact, I prefer a meal brimming with precious nutrients over their calorie-rich, high-carb counterparts.

Here at SkinnyMs., we’ve got loads and loads of nutritiously tasty breakfast recipes stashed in our archive, based on your preferences and appetite.

Perhaps my favorite meal to wake up to, though, is oatmeal.

The creamy and comforting dish always makes my tummy happy in the morning, and it definitely tops the charts when it comes to healthy breakfast options. Why?

I’ll tell you.

Oatmeal:

Contains a powerful soluble fiber to fill you up and promote digestion

Is loaded with important vitamins, minerals, and antioxidants

Can help lower bad cholesterol

Promotes the release of peptide, a satiety hormone that keeps you fuller for longer and can help with weight loss

Can improve blood sugar control and balance blood sugar levels

Alright, that sounds great and all, but doesn’t oatmeal always taste boring and bland?

Heck to the no! It sounds plain, but the classic dish exudes versatility. You can dress up the seemingly plain meal to your heart’s desire, or dress it down if you’re craving something simpler.

Well, if you’re craving something that tastes downright scrumptious and ventures far beyond the oatmeal you’re used to, we’d like to introduce you to our beloved Triple Berry Baked Oatmeal.

This super delectable recipe gives oatmeal a whole new name, transforming the ordinary dish into something extraordinary. With each soft and creamy spoonful akin to biting into a chewy, gooey oatmeal cookie, this breakfast dish will send your taste buds to heaven.

Our recipe has the comforting consistency similar to rich and creamy bread-pudding as opposed to watery porridge. Superfoods like coconut oil, cinnamon, oats, honey, and almond milk make up the bulk of this nutritious recipe. Studded with juicy strawberries, raspberries, and blackberries, each luscious bite delivers heavenly flavor and fruity goodness.

Nothing beats waking up to this sweet, tummy-warming treat. It’s super easy to whip up and gives off an absolutely stunning presentation. Our Triple Berry Baked Oatmeal recipe makes breakfast exciting again, without sabotaging your healthy eating goals or waistline!

Triple Berry Baked Oatmeal

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Ingredients

5 cups mixed berries, divided (if using strawberries, cut them in half)

2 cups almond milk

3 egg whites

2 tablespoons coconut oil, melted

1/2 tablespoon almond extract

1/4 cup honey

2 cups oats

1 teaspoon baking powder

1 teaspoon ground cinnamon

1/4 cup coconut sugar

1/4 cup slivered almonds

Directions

Preheat oven to 375 and spray a 9X13 inch casserole dish with nonstick spray. Sprinkle half of the berries in to the bottom of the prepared casserole dish in an even layer.

In a mixing bowl, combine the milk, eggs, coconut oil, almond extract, and honey. Stir well and set aside.

In a separate bowl, combine the oats, baking powder, cinnamon, and sugar. Gradually stir the milk mixture into the oat mixture just until combined. Pour the oat batter over the berries in the prepared casserole dish. Top with remaining berries and sprinkle with slivered almonds.

Bake for 40 to 45 minutes, or until all liquid is absorbed and lightly golden on top. Remove from the oven and let sit for 10 minutes before cutting and serving. If more sweetness is desired, pure maple syrup can be drizzled on top. Enjoy!

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