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Homemade Yellow Cupcakes
These homemade yellow cupcakes are incredibly simple to make and go great at bake sales, baby showers, and birthday parties.
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Helloooo farmer friends!! So last night my friend @pavusprince mentioned how she doesn’t understand the toothpaste mint chocolate chip ice cream comparison and that got me thinking!! Let’s talk about food!!
Does your farmer like mint chocolate ice cream? Does it taste like toothpaste? Are they neutral, or do they hate it?
During the summer does your farmer visit Alex’s ice cream stand? What flavor/treat do they buy? What’s their least favorite flavor?
What is one treat your farmer will ALWAYS have in their home? Is it healthy or unhealthy?
If your farmer was a snack item what would they be? (It cannot be a food that could be eaten like a meal, but it may be a dessert) Here’s some examples: chips, cookies, M&ms, Twinkies, crackers, bubblegum, lollipops, etc
What’s your farmer’s comfort food, favorite meal, and least favorite meal?
What’s something they will NEVER eat?
What do they cook if they know they will have a guest over?
If the town’s potluck didn’t matter so much, what ingredient would they take? And what food would they put at an event table if you had to bring something?
Finally, if your farmer was real, what would YOU give them to eat.
#stardew valley#stardew valley farmer#sdv farmer#sdv oc#farmer prompts#😯 I really wanted to ask about food but didn’t know how to not make it too long as I hope y’all are okay with this one#mys likes mint chip :) ! she DOES go to the stand in the summer and will buy whatever feels right that day it’s usually cookies and cream#oh she might just buy a vanilla crème bar covered in chocolate or an orange cream popsicle :)#she HATES plain chocolate ice cream or strawberry ice cream with actual strawberries in it#mys will always have some type of candy around be it chocolate or sugar chalk candy or butterscotch or cherry sours or sour gummies etc#mys; despite the nickname gumball; would be a sugar cookie in the shape of a heart with a pretty frosting deign and sugar crystals on top :)#she finds comfort in French fries 😌; she loves 🍕 ; and she HATES fish (gasp I know)#you won’t ever find her eating fish like seriously if she can avoid it she will#if she has a. guest over she’s basic she’ll make fried up lemon chicken#OR if she’s having guest over for a fun night of like games she’ll make something easy like pizza chicken tenders/nuggets fries#Mys would toss in a lemon 🤭 and she’d make brownies for the table#finally I would hand my baby some funfetti cake🥺 there would be lots of candles for every birthday Myles ignored and forgot
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RECIPES I KEEP IN MY ONLINE KITCHEN WITCH JOURNAL #2
I love making these oh my gosh.
Why?
It's really fun
It's been a while since my last one
I get an excuse to try yummy recipes
You all are way too good at what you do
It's fun x2
Teas, Drinks, And Syrups
🍊 Orange Peel Tea 🍊
Violet Lemonade
Coconut Summer Drink
Dandelion Honey
The Best Hot Spiced Cider recipe you’ll ever try
Apple Cider is basically a homesteading spell
Rose Lemonade Syrup
100-Year Garlic (Garlic Honey)
Fire Cider Spell for Winter Protection
Blackberry & Apple Jam
Witchy Recipes - Blackberry Lemonade
Baked Goods + Sweets
Prosperity Bread
Lavender Earl Grey Cookies
Easy Rosemary Focaccia Loaf for Love and Protection
Heavenly Lavender Scones
Honey Vanilla Peach Butter 🍑
Pumpkin Pie Dip 🎃
Vanilla-Pumpkin Cupcakes
Soups, Stews, And Dinners
Super simple secret potato soup
Forest Porridge
Heartwarming potato soup
Perfect Homemade Garlic Bread
Creamy vegetable soup
Springtime Soup
Stuffed Maple dijon glazed roasted butternut squash
Summertime stir fry
Sabbat Stuff
Litha Orange Honey Cake
Litha Thyme Chicken
Stuffed Apples for Mabon
Mabon Mug
Imbolc Pretzel wreath
Oatmeal Bread for Lughnasadh
Samhain Mulled Cider
Samhain Irish Apple Cake
Angel's Best
(my favorite recipe posts I've made over the years, plus backstories that sound like your grandmother's reminiscing over the past.)
LATE WINTER BUTTER ROLLS
My first post I ever made. I was pretty new to the tumblr community at the time. I loved kitchen witchcraft, and I'm the type of person who will ramble on about how much I love cooking and baking. This blog gave me an outlet to express my love of cooking, baking, paganism, and witcraft. And these rolls are very tasty, I make them to this day!
WITCHY TOMATO BASIL SOUP
Tasty, simple, and a crowd-pleaser. It's perfect for a beginner kitchen witch! It was also the second recipe I ever posted.
SWEET CREAM BUNS
It was a recipe given to me by one of my good friends at the time. Every time I make it, it gets devoured in less than 10 minutes. It was also my first recipe to get over 50 notes. I was shocked but ecstatic that so many people would even give it the time of day lol.
WITCHY THUMBPRINT COOKIES
These ones were just fun to make and delicious lol.
A WITCH’S COZY BUTTERNUT WINTER SOUP
A quick soup that feeds a lot of people during the fall season. Fall is my favorite season, so of course I'm very biased lol.
SAMHAIN PUMPKIN BREAD
I love pumpkin bread and apple cider... So why not combine the two? This one was definitely one of my favorites of all time. Moist pumpkin bread and chocolate chips have to be one of my favorite things on this planet. It also makes for the perfect gift for friends and family. Yummy!
ANGEL’S AWARD-WINNING LEMON POPPY SEED BREAD
I love dessert loaves of any kind, so naturally, this would be on the list lol.
MAPLE BUTTER COOKIES
Super simple comfort food! I love any time of cookie with brown sugar.
BRING ME POSITIVITY PECAN FRENCH TOAST BAKE
I love French toast, and I love positivity~
SAMHAIN SOUL CAKES RECIPE
These are really good! And traditional. If you celebrate Samhain, I recommend you make some soul cakes and have friends and family help decorate. I give the littles a bag of orange frosting and let them go crazy lol.
FEEL BETTER CHICKEN SOUP
One of my most recent is my witchy twist on chicken noodle soup!
#witches#kitchen witch#witchy#witch#magick#kitchen witch recipes#food#recipes#witchblr#kitchen magick#foodblogger#sabbats#litha#kitchen witch tips#modern witch#modern witchcraft
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Hi omg I loved your hcs on suna being a silly bf <3 if it's not too much trouble, could you write on suna being a menace bf?? Thank you!!
not a trouble at allll, i love getting reqs so keep it coming !! lolol
silly bf! suna >> here !
rintarou def bites you. you could be sitting on the couch watching something and he'll just bite your cheek, neck or shoulder.
also the type to tickle you, like out of nowhere. it's annoying but he gets away with it cause he's cute.
he's super quite, which is an advantage and a disadvantage at the same time. if you're standing in the hallway of your campus, he'll come up behind you and just stand there till you notice, if you don't he goes "boo!", you accidentally hit him once on reflex.
despite failing miserably when he was younger, he skates pretty well. he decided he would teach you and god, it was something. he's super sweet and a good teacher but if you fall, he will giggle. he tries to hide it but you always hear him every time.
he has embarrassing videos and photos of you and he will use them if he needs to, but he spares you most of the time cause you're his super sweet, nice and kind s/o.
he takes bites out of ice cream, popsicles, etc. it's horrifying and interesting to see how it doesn't give him a brain freeze.
he eats raw lemons, as a snack. extremely unhealthy but he likes how it tastes.
he puts cake frosting on your nose or cheeks cause he thinks you look adorable. (also licks it off of your face if you complain)
he unintentionally steals your chapsticks or lip balms.
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•̩̩*˚James Potter's birthday party ── 750 Follower event
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YOU'VE BEEN OFFERED A BOUQUET!!!
as thanks for getting me to almost 750 Followers, you have been offered a bouquet of flowers!! All you need to do is select a type of flower, the main color, a filler flower and a type of greenery!! Requests end on the seventh of April and first requests will be written first
please read everything before requesting!!!
── request rules, masterlist
type of flower/ character
⊹˚₊˚꒰🌹・꒱ THORNLESS ROSES ; James Potter (the birthday boy) Their usage began not just as a decorative touch to one’s home, but they were also used for medicinal purposes and to make perfumes, and their petals were even used as confetti for festive occasions such as James' birthday.
⊹˚₊˚꒰🌻・꒱ SUNFLOWER ; Remus Lupin They generally symbolize adoration, loyalty, and longevity in the language of flowers. Native Americans view sunflowers as a symbol of harvest and bounty since the flower provides seeds and pigments, in addition to being visually beautiful.
⊹˚₊˚꒰🏵️・꒱ HYDRANGEA ; Sirius Black You know summer is here when big, showy hydrangea bushes begin gracing gardens across the country. Some hydrangea flowers can turn a pretty pink or blue depending on the acidity or alkalinity of the soil, while others will remain white.
⊹˚₊˚꒰🌼・꒱ DAISY ; Peter Pettigrew Daisies are a very popular flower that can be found on every continent other than Antarctica. They belong to one of the largest known plant families and symbolize innocence, a connotation that comes from the Victorian era.
⊹˚₊˚꒰🌷・꒱ TULIP ; Luke Castellan There are over 150 species and 3,000 varieties of tulips, which are part of the lily family. At one point, tulips were more valuable than gold in Holland during a period called “Tulip Mania,” and their popularity has only spread with time.
⊹˚₊˚꒰🌸・꒱ DAHLIA ; Mattheo Riddle These attractive blooms come in a wide range of colors and can be easily incorporated into any existing or new garden. They also flower extremely long, first blooming midsummer and lasting through the first frost.
⊹˚₊˚꒰����・꒱ BEGONIA ; Lorenzo Berkshire With over 1,800 species native to tropical and subtropical regions around the world, begonias are one of the easiest-to-grow and best-loved plants we have in our gardens and homes.
type of greenery/ prompt
✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱LEATHER FERN ; "Can you hug me?" The way the stem branches out creates a triangular shape and is great for adding body to floral decor. It can stand alone in a vase as a centerpiece or add a tropical flair to a floral arrangement.
✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱MYRTLE ; Looking at each other, knowing it will never be the same Myrtle is one of the most popular types of greenery because of the variety of ways that it can be used. It has long stems that are lined with glossy leaves. The thick foliage that this creates looks best in floral centerpieces.
✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱DUSTY MILLER ; "Can we have a date night tonight?" Because of its unique frosted foliage, the dusty miller has a wintry vibe. It is often used in winter weddings or in fall tablescapes.
✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱LEMON LEAF ; "Can you wash my hair for me?" The lemon leaf has round, thick leaves that resemble the shape of lemons. Like the leather fern, it has a long-lasting vase life. Its shiny leaves work well with all flower types and are most fitting in vases as table centerpieces.
✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱IVY ; Whether it was a mistake or not, he couldn't seem to find the strength to care Ivy is perfect for accessorizing and can be added to anything from floral headdresses to table centerpieces. The leaves cascade down its branches, making it ideal for wrapping around wreaths and adding flow to floral baskets.
✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱SILVER DOLLAR EUCALYPTUS ; "Can I borrow your hat, please?" The silver dollar eucalyptus has one to two-inch circular leaves that resemble silver dollars. Its thin, bendable branches mirror that of the ivy, making it ideal for decorative wreaths and displays.
✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱HONEY BRACELET ; "You promised me!!" The honey bracelet has long stems that are decorated with soft, thin leaves. Its thin stem is easily molded into any shape and can be used for just about anything.
✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱GREVILLEA ; Realizing some things they know about each other haven’t changed and feeling comforted by that The grevillea is a unique type of decorative greenery with red stems that branch out into multiple green leaves. The branches vary in their length causing them to add depth to floral decor.
✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱TREE FERN ; your own prompt idea The epithet name for the tree fern is virgatus, which means twiggy. Unlike its namesake, the tree fern has thin, wispy branches and leaves that are often used in corsages and boutonnieres.
✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱OLIVE BRANCH ; song prompt Olive branch greenery adds a sage hue and a wild, windswept look. Incorporate it into your bridal bouquets, boutonnieres, bridesmaid bouquets and centerpieces.
filler flower/ character dynamic
๑❞・꒰💐・꒱ STATICE ; golden retriever x black cat The statice flower, also known as the sea lavender, is a beautiful purple flower that grows even smaller blooms than the stock.
๑❞・꒰💐・꒱ SNAP DRAGONS ; somehow gets good grades and has no idea the other hates them x studies incredibly hard and hates the other for having it easy The snapdragon is arguably one of the most unique flowers. Its bizarre name represents the face of the flower that opens and closes like the mouth of a dragon.
๑❞・꒰💐・꒱ STOCK FLOWERS ; celebrity x secret lover Stock flowers bloom from spring to fall and come in a multitude of colors ranging from soft white to bright purple. They develop small blooms that are perfect for adding a pop of color to any bouquet.
๑❞・꒰💐・꒱ POMS ; always gets hurt x personal nurse Poms are identified as spray flowers, which means they have more than one flower head on each stem. This makes them easy to include in any arrangement to enhance the look.
๑❞・꒰💐・꒱ DELPHINIUM ; insecure but beautiful x YOU'RE LITERALLY SO GPRGEOUS AND PRETTY!!! Delphinium gets its name from the Greek word “delphis,” which means dolphin. This refers to their beautiful purple and blue hues and closed flower buds that are shaped similar to the nose of a dolphin.
๑❞・꒰💐・꒱ GYP ; your own dynamic idea Gyps are also known as baby’s breath and are members of the carnation family. They are cute, tiny flowers that look finest when grouped in bunches.
main color/vibe
๑❞・꒰👒・꒱ YELLOW ; Platonic The color yellow is primarily associated with spreading happiness and joy; however, it is also the ideal color for symbolizing friendship. With their bright hue and cheery personality
๑❞・꒰👒・꒱ PINK ; Fluff Similar to red flowers, pink flowers have also grown to be a symbol of love, though they can also mean happiness, gentleness, and femininity
๑❞・꒰👒・꒱ WHITE ; Angst White is universally recognised to represent mourning as it symbolises peace, purity and love.
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Thyme
Thymus vulgaris | Thymus serpyllum
Known as: Common thyme & garden thyme
Related plants: There are hundreds of species of thyme. Some members of the genus thymus are aromatic evergreen herbs in the mint family Lamiaceae (Like shown) that include basil, mint, rosemary, sage, savory, marjoram, oregano,hyssop lavender, catnip, bee balm, salvia, wild dagga, oriental motherwort & perilla
Parts used : Leaves
Habitat and cultivation: This shrub is native to southern Europe from the western Mediterranean to southern Italy. It thrives in medium-dry, sandy, loose & well drained soils.
Plant type: Perennial
Region: 2-10 with zones below 5 using both mulch and protections from frost damage.
Harvest: Anytime
Growing tips: This plant does the best in full sun in a well draining container. Like rosemary, it is very hard to grow from seed and therefore should look into cuttings or getting a starter plant from a nursery. I highly recommend lemon thyme.
Medicinal information: Thyme contains the compound thymol, which can help control or neutralize some bacterial, parasitic, fungal, or viral infections and have anti-inflammatory properties. been used to strengthen the lungs, purge the body of phlegm, as a remedy for shortness of breath, to kill worms. It was applied as an ointment to remove “hot swellings” and warts, and to ease pains in the spleen, the loins, and hips.
Cautions: Fresh and dried thyme is generally safe to eat or drink as a refreshing tea. But essential oils are different. They’re highly concentrated and can be toxic in their undiluted form. Ingesting too much thyme in essential oil could cause a risky drop in your blood pressure.
Magickal properties
Gender: Feminine
Planet: Venus
Element: Water
Deities: Faeries
Magical uses:
• Place under your pillow to prevent nightmares & to ensure a restful night's sleep
• Wear in your hair to make you seem irresistible
• Plant in your garden to attract faeries
• A little under your tongue is said to allow you to see faery folk more clearly
• Make and infusion in boiled water & add to your bath to help you release the past
• Carry thyme with you to help develop psychic powers
• Smell to steady nerves, invoke courage & attract good health
• Burn to clear negative energies attached to you and renew them
• Hang to bring peace to a sad or angry space
• The ancient Greeks used it in their baths and burnt it as incense in their temples, believing it was a source of courage
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꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷₊˚✧ ﾟ.THE BAKERY IS OPEN. ﾟ✧˚₊꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷
Hello and welcome to my bakery! It seems that the post office is opening later but I seem to have extra ingredients and you must want to create something to pass the time. Let's bake a cake for your special person! [ ORDERS TAKEN : 5 OUT OF 14 ]
︶꒦꒷ What flavor of cake would they like? ꒷꒦︶
Chocolate, Vanilla, Apple, Expresso, Raspberry, Cherry, Carrot, Strawberry, Orange, Lemon, Cinnamon, Pumpkin, Sprinkles.
︶꒦꒷ What type of frosting would they like? ꒷꒦︶
: ̗̀➛ Vanilla frosting / No AU
: ̗̀➛ Salted caramel frosting / Mermaid AU
: ̗̀➛ Lemon-orange frosting / Victorian AU
: ̗̀➛ Strawberry frosting / Cowboy AU
: ̗̀➛ Coconut frosting / Pirate AU
: ̗̀➛ Peppermint frosting / Reincarnation AU
: ̗̀➛ Chocolate peanut butter frosting / Time travel AU
: ̗̀➛ Blackberry frosting / Slasher AU
: ̗̀➛ Expresso frosting / Assassin AU
: ̗̀➛ White chocolate frosting / Nobility AU
︶꒦꒷ What type of decoration will be on the cake?꒷꒦︶
: ̗̀➛ Childhood friends to lovers / Frosted Frogs
: ̗̀➛ Enemies to lovers / Shredded dark chocolate
: ̗̀➛ Forbidden lovers / Edible flowers
: ̗̀➛ Second chance / Edible glitter
: ̗̀➛ Red String of fate / Candles
: ̗̀➛ Established relationship / Wedding toppers
︶꒦꒷ What type of box do you think they would like?꒷꒦︶
: ̗̀➛ Pink / Fluff
: ̗̀➛Blue / Angst
LIMITED EDITION : ̗̀➛ White with red hearts / Smut [ ORDERS TAKEN 0 OUT OF 3 ]
When requesting the LIMITED EDITION BOXES, please do not request anything that involves bodily fluids, anything non-consensual.
Thank you for ordering and hopefully your special someone will enjoy the cake that you made for them!
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What do you think SEES favorite cake flavors would be ? Sorry I've been baking like crazy lately and im a little obsessed with cake
ooh okay okay hehehehe
minato: i think minato's the type who will pretty much eat anything, but secretly has a very very VERY selective group of foods that he actually Prefers. to him most cakes are meh, he'll eat them i guess. but i think he likes pistachio cake above all else.
kotone: this is a bit of a cop out answer but i can't not say strawberry. either a strawberry flavored batter or a shortcake/vanilla cake with strawberries on top. i think she would love either of them equally. maybe i am just brainwashed by the pink aesthetic but strawberry cake kotone all the way.
yukari: red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting. but it's a sometimes food for her bc its super rich and decadent so she only lets herself have a slice
junpei: pound cake enjoyer. i think he prefers candy to cakes when it comes to sweets/desserts, but if you offer up a slice of pound cake he will hop right on that shit.
akihiko: we know he likes pancakes, but those aren't really cakes in a traditional sense, so i think i'll say a cinnamon or maple flavored coffee cake. pancake-like taste, not super thick or rich, and more crumbly than spongey, so i think he'd prefer them to other cakes.
mitsuru: i am only SLIGHTLY saying this because its just a bougie sounding cake, but... black forest cake. augh. i think she loves chocolate and she loves cherry and if you mix those things together you get her right in the weak spot fr.
fuuka: hmmm i think the obvious option is a "fruit cake" (as in, a vanilla cake with fruit toppings) like the one she makes in her social link, but she strikes me more as a lemon poppy seed cake fan. maybe carrot cake as well.
aigis: poor babygirl is a robot but if not i think she'd like angel food cake :)
ken: says he doesn't like cakes because sweets are for little kids, secretly a huge fan of them. i think he likes plain chocolate cake with vanilla or chocolate icing
shinjiro: says he doesn't like cakes because sweets are for little kids, but if you leave a piece of tiramisu unattended in his line of sight it will be gone the next time you look and he will be licking the plate
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His Lighthouse: Choices part one (LedgerJoker x f!reader)
Choices part one
series summary:
Y/n is an aspiring writer living in Gotham City and struggling to find her next muse. Her recent novel is getting all the buzz, earning her far more attention than she signed up for. But when a chance encounter results in her nursing The Joker back to health, will she find the time to write another best seller or will her own story become front page of the Gotham Gazette?
chapter summary:
As the aftermath to the gala event unfolds Y/n must decided on what she truly wants out of her deal with Joker. Will she continue down this road with him or will someone else distract her heart?
Author’s note:
It feels like forever since I updated! I’m able to hold my phone with my hand so that made typing easier this go round. It still took too long (in my opinion) but my therapist said I’m making some progress! Which means I have more time to recover and write lol. I’m on a roll! I’m so happy where this story is going! I have part two sketched out and the story outline going so I don’t get off track. I also changed the rating so that means *drum roll* ITS GONNA GET SPICY SOON! The slow burn is well worth it! Read to find out.
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Joker never saw you asleep before so he didn't know if this was normal.
He was amiss on what to do after you fainted on him but decided to make you as comfortable as possible. With how your night was turning out, it was the least he could do. You were light as a feather in his arms as he carried you from the center of the room over to his bed.
It was the only thing in the otherwise barren room. Joker considered himself lucky to find this particular hideout untouched by the GCPD as they combed the city searching for him.
It wasn't his favorite locale but he couldn't be choosy given the circumstances.
In the day that Joker spent away from you, he managed to get his crew in order, gain control of his main stronghold, and move equipment out of the few remaining hideouts that had yet to be compromised over to the main.
A busy day, yet you were on his mind the entire time. He planned a hit on the party you were attending, but nothing went according to plan.
Joker wasn't a guy to plan things.. but for once he wanted things to go smoothly! Now he had to re-strategize and wait for Two Face's next move, all the while keeping you out of it. Joker did not want you caught up in the middle but he feared you already were. Which became the reason why he ordered Frost to bring you here.
He couldn't help but watch over you as you slept. He never saw you so vulnerable before– so demure and otherworldly.
Your formal attire highlighted your natural beauty and despite the lack of natural light in the room, your jewelry twinkled and caught his eye.
Joker knew real diamonds when he saw them.
He also knew that sleeping in your best threads was bound to be uncomfortable. He fought the urge to pocket the fine jewels and slid your bracelet off your wrist before unclasping your earrings. You didn't like that and shifted, hinting at your possible alertness but thankfully you simply rolled onto your side.
Joker was about to tackle taking your braided updo down, when you began to talk.
He thought you had woken up but green eyes widened upon discovering you were still fast asleep. So you talked in your sleep? Interesting..
It was interesting to see your mind still at work even while unconscious. You continued to amaze him however your actual words worried him.
"Dead doves. Lemons... no not there. Don't burn the sandwiches!" Your entire body jerked and Joker knew the telltale signs of a nightmare from anywhere.
He sincerely hoped your sandwiches were okay.
You continued to thrash around until he tossed morals out the window and pulled you into his arms. If you woke up now he'd willingly face your scrutiny. Joker marked this down as another newfound joy.
He didn't know that holding someone close could feel so good and apparently you thought the same.
You calmed down and resumed a normal sleeping pattern. The takeaway was that you used Joker as both a personal pillow and a teddy bear. He couldn't escape even if he wanted to and honestly, why would he?
You were snuggled up against him, humming softly in your sleep. It was cute and it fit your personality.
One of your hands rested awkwardly on his neck and while he was moving it, he saw the jagged cut he left on it days prior. It was healing nicely on its own but he hoped it didn't scar. He didn't want you to have a permanent reminder of his mistakes.
Joker didn't know what possessed him to kiss your palm; Maybe as an apology or rather a prayer towards good health, either way he repositioned your hand to lay against his dress shirt.
It would wrinkle with how tightly you latched onto it, but feeling you nuzzle your head further into his embrace was worth every crease.
"You're more trouble than you're worth." Joker extended his arm to pick up a book on the side of his bed.
He didn't dare move too much and risk waking you. It was just a challenge for him to reach it. His hands found purchase and he was able to prop the book up on your head to read in his downtime.
You woke up alone. For not knowing your surroundings, you were well rested and yawned loudly.
A flash of red caught your eye and you drew your hand back to check it. You were a bit confused to find a perfect lipstick mark over the cut Joker gave you.
"Where did that come from?" Then it hit you.
The color red. Blood and so much of it. How could you forget a night so horrific? Everything came rushing back to you in stunning clarity.
You were talking with Sapphire and then bumped into Polly for a potential endorsement and happened to witness sheer madness in the form of Two Face and his goons shooting up the place. You felt sick just thinking about it. Each face in the crowd, each person who lost their life, entered your mind. You didn't know them yet their deaths somehow felt like your fault.
Sapphire's felt more personal. She was right there in front of you.
If you had more time, thought on your feet, did something instead of standing there useless, perhaps she would still be alive. You did nothing but freeze up in the heat of the moment.
Whatever happened to your Blüdhaven instincts? Whenever you heard gunshots growing up, it was just background noise and one less thing to worry about.
It was natural to duck for cover but a younger version of yourself wouldn't have been so terrified. Maybe annoyed more than anything. Cooped up indoors all the time had reverted your reaction time to violence right back to square one.
You felt more awake now and blinked to clear your fuzzy vision away, though you realized your mini concussion was still screwing with your system. You looked down and finally took stock of the state you were in.
The designer dress that was delivered to your home was unrecognizable with its dried blood splatter and huge rips throughout it.
You thanked a higher power that it wasn't on loan.
It was just a shame you would have to toss out a once beautiful art piece. However you were quick to notice something else was missing here. It would have to wait. You were sitting on a mattress inside a room you didn't recognize.
Your head was still spinning but not overly so where you couldn't remember how you got here.
A man in the crowd saved your life and delivered you straight to Joker. It was a surprise to see the clown after the argument you two had, yet he greeted you wholeheartedly and kissed... you...
Was it wrong to hyperventilate over that fact rather than almost being killed?
You had finally kissed Joker! The third time was indeed the charm and this time, Joker didn't require any gimmicks to reach his goal. He just went in and claimed your lips like the zealous man he was. You couldn't lie and say that it wasn't worth the buildup.
Joker was hesitant at first until you met him halfway and matched his energy.
His lips were a bit chapped but quickly molded into the softest clouds to tango with yours. Every move was done with careful precision and his patience was greatly rewarded. How long had you denied him this small luxury, this obvious desperation to connect?
There was so much tension between the two of you it was ridiculous.
You teased and bewitched him for so long, your kiss felt like a balm being applied on a sore wound. The relief was instant and it felt good to experience and have out in the open for Joker to feel.
But there was one teeny tiny problem. He promised that he wouldn't leave you. One look around the room made him into a liar. Almost as if Joker had some sixth sense, he walked in right after you formulated the thought.
You were right where he left you, awake of course, just with a troubled look about you.
Joker knew your thinking face and your thoughts must've been running a mile a minute. He slowly walked up to your side of the mattress, searching for any clues that you might lash out.
You appeared rather calm to Joker but looks could be deceiving. He sat down on the bed and you quickly bombarded him with questions.
"What time is it? Where am I? Why did you tell that guy to bring me here?" You tossed out
"It doesn't matter." Was Joker's casual response. Surely he was joking.
"What? Yes it does matter! I don't even know what time it is, or if it's still Friday night or not. You have the answers to these questions Joker! I was at a high profile event that ended in mass murder. Barbara and Florence must be worried sick along with Sebastian! Oh my God, poor Will! He read all of my online posts!"
"Who are these people?" Joker asked while trying to keep his jealousy in check.
Wayne was enough competition. Joker didn't need others, though it was safe to say he claimed first place to your sought after affection when he kissed you.
"Where's my phone? I have to make some calls.."
"No." He shifted in his spot on the bed.
The action called out his close proximity to you, however you weren't bothered by it. You were bothered by how he kept brushing you off.
"What do you mean no?"
"I mean.. There's no cell service soooo no calls." Joker stressed his words and you knew you touched a nerve.
In a detached voice you said more to yourself. "So we're underground."
Joker watched you process that info. He could practically see the wheels turning upstairs. The nail on the coffin was when you abused your lip right in his face. He just couldn't stand watching your soft flesh be bitten raw.
Joker didn't hesitate bending down to kiss you and your brain promptly shut down like Windows. He sighed in bliss and you kept quiet as he pulled away.
You hated to burst his bubble. "I need to go back to my apartment."
That's what you thought about after he kissed you? You always managed to test his patience one way or another but this was new. Sometimes that brain of yours worked too much.
Joker exhaled through his nose. "No."
His lack of sensitivity on the matter was irritating you. "Can you stop saying no? It's getting on my nerves."
"O-K. Mm, how about, it's too dangerous."
"How is it dangerous, Joker?!" You asked in a cynical tone.
"Y/n. Harvey Dent went out of his way to crash your.. uh, little gala thingy. You don't think he wouldn't show up at your apartment? I would if I were him. It's more convenient.. and you can control the wit-ness count."
"Are you seriously critiquing his methods?! Ugh, I don't have time for this! I have to go back home and get in touch with Cindy to make an official statement and mourn Sapphire and the others and then check on Polly and and—"
He really had to stop kissing you mid sentence. It was very distracting but maybe that was his intentions all along.
You indulged him a bit more and really got into it. Joker was pushing your shoulders, trying to guide you back down on the bed when you resisted and gasped for air.
"I-I really need to s-shower and change! I don't know how you're kissing me when I feel like death itself."
He sighed and sat up straight. He pointedly eyed you up and down and decided on telling the truth. "Ya look fine to me. Blood suits you."
That comment made you turn pale and question what you looked like from his perspective. You remembered Sapphire's blood splattered on your face at the party but how much was left?
Since then, you had a sack placed over your head, rubbed your face all into Joker's suit, and slept. And somehow he kissed you despite all of that.
Either the man was in love or completely insane. Both were true.
You frowned and glanced down at your bare arms, trying to change the subject with something else in the room. Then you remembered your missing accessories.
"Where's my bracelet?" You patted your ears and came up short. "And my earrings?"
Joker had the audacity to feign ignorance. With a shrug he replied. "Hmm, probably being sold on the errr, black market."
"JOKER, YOU SOLD MY JEWELRY?"
He began to laugh as he leaned back on his arms. You hated how hot he looked splayed out on the bed. Hopefully he didn't see you staring but he turned to face you as if he felt your wanton gaze.
"I took them off when you were sleeping. It didn't look comfy if you catch my drifT."
He nodded at your wrist where a red indentation of the bracelet was visible on your skin. You did mention to Barbara that she fastened it on too tight.
"I can't believe you sold them!" You were appalled.
Joker however took it all in stride. "You'll get over it." Obviously he didn't know how much the set cost.
You took a deep breath and carried on. It was a major loss, but you had more pressing matters.
"I still want to shower." You argued. Joker rolled his neck. You could tell he was losing the last of his patience with you.
"Okay... you might not care about hygiene but I do. And I'm leaving here with or without your permission." You stood up to leave but ran into a problem.
You couldn't find the door. The walls seemed to blend in flawlessly with no apparent doorframe or knob.
"About that.." Joker whispered in your ear making you jump.
You turn to face him and in the process, unknowingly backed yourself into a wall. Its smooth surface was cold on your exposed skin and it made you even more uncomfortable by touching it.
You thought humor would lighten up the situation. "What is this place, some kind of bunker?"
"Yes." Joker said without missing a beat. He stalked you like a predator with his dangerous aura perched on his shoulders.
"You can't keep me here, Joker. I.. I.. can't!"
He eyed your twitchy behavior and the puzzle pieces slowly came together. You were claustrophobic.
These four concrete walls were a stark contrast to the bright, open space of your apartment. It would explain why your place had so many windows and few walls to not obstruct the floor plan. Now Joker knew why you always grew nervous when he bullied you into corners.
He felt like an idiot for not noticing the signs sooner.
Your makeup was a mess from sleeping in it but his red lipstick was dotted all over your face from where he'd been kissing you. Joker was about to comment on it when four knocks echoed loudly in the room.
A door not even an inch away from you opened up revealing the man who rescued, or was it considered kidnapping? You really didn't know what to call his actions really.
He spared you a glance but dragged his attention over to his employer, towering over you. "The news is on."
Joker growled. "Oh goody. Let's see the mess Dent left us with." He walked out the room with his right hand man, leaving you high and dry with the door wide open.
You didn't know if it was a trap or if Joker did it by accident. Either way, it was a way out. You didn't waste a second.
Wearing your heels would make too much noise but you still grabbed them before tiptoeing barefoot to the door.
You stepped out into a long hallway. You saw the back of Joker's cloak turn a corner out of the corner of your eye and you immediately followed him, not knowing where else to go. His destination ended up being an office of sorts where a box tv was perched upon a folding table.
The volume was being turned up when you snuck in behind the two men. As promised, the aftermath of the gala was being shown as a local reporter broadcasted live.
"Tragedy struck The Prosperity last night as partygoers were caught in the crossfire of recent gang member activity. Sources confirm former Gotham City district attorney, Harvey Dent himself, crashed the event demanding special guest and popular YA author, Y/N L/N, be handed over. At this time, her whereabouts are unknown but eyewitnesses place her at the event before the slaughter occurred. Many fear the worst and an ongoing investigation into her disappearance is underway. Twenty nine people lost their lives and dozens more are still in critical condition at local hospitals. Startling video footage from inside the event was leaked online that depicts the harrowing scene and we must warn you, the following images are graphic."
Like you needed a refresher on what happened but apparently someone who attended the party captured the mayhem on their phone.
The video was shaky and the loud screams and close popping of gunshots depicted the scene as nothing but chaotic. In the far left hand corner you could see Sapphire's demise blocked by a few terrified guests before you were yanked out of frame. If you blinked, you would have missed it.
The reporter was continuing her coverage but you had (re)seen enough. You were slowly backing out of the room when a sharp pain in your head took you by surprise.
"You shouldn't be sneaking around Princess."
It was the same voice that catcalled at you when you were first brought here. It held a distinct, slimy tone that made your skin crawl. You didn't hesitate in screaming and dropped your heels in the process. They rattled loudly to the floor.
Joker and Frost both spun around in attack mode but found a new recruit holding you steady by your hair.
Although Joker didn't show it, he saw nothing but red.
"Heh! I caught her snooping around Boss. I know how you hate a rat." The poor guy looked proud of himself despite Frost shaking his head.
He knew what was coming and discreetly stepped to the side.
Joker's green eyes narrowed at the scene and caught your gaze at the last second. The glassy color made him hesitate on displaying any form of violence in front of you. It wasn't his norm to be merciful but for you, he could make an exception.
Joker walked up to the guy and slapped his hand that was holding your braids away. "I applaud your, uh.. dedication kid, but let me make something veryyyy clear."
You sighed at the pressure dissipating and sagged your weight into Joker's awaiting arms.
The intimate gesture made the guy pale in fear. He realized his mistake a little too late. Joker's eyes were like sharp blades stabbing into its victim.
"Don't ever touch what's mine, you got thaT?" Even Frost understood the message loud and clear, although it was the newbie who answered.
"Y-yeah boss. Listen, I.. I'm sorry. I didn't know."
Joker scoffed and began to massage the back of your head as if he knew exactly where the pain was coming from.
"Of course you didn't knowww! I didn't tell you but here's the thing. She's kind of a secret right now so I'd really appreciate it if you kept this between you and me. Can ya do that?"
"Y-Yeah of course boss!"
You could picture Joker's wide grin, deceit and utter madness fueling the motion. "Good. It's good to have people you can.. trust close. You can go."
Surely this guy wasn't that naïve and actually believed Joker's lie, yet much to your dismay he left with a big smile on his face, like he was truly honored to gain Joker's trust.
As if it could be gained so easily.
He barely rounded the corner when Joker leaned over to whisper to his right hand. "Take care of that later."
"With pleasure." Frost said with a chuckle.
You couldn't believe your ears. This was the man who you were falling for. The level of standards you set for yourself was an all time low. You tried shrugging out of Joker's arms and he noticed your demeanor change almost immediately.
"What's with you?" He asked.
"Me?" You huffed at the accusation. "You just ordered a guy's death like it was Chinese takeout!"
"He made the miss-take of putting his hands on you. Nobody touches what's mine without my say so, you got thaT?"
"No! I don't got that! I am not an object Joker. I'm a human being and last time I checked, I am not yours!" You managed to free yourself from Joker's hold and created some distance from him.
Frost did not get paid enough to witness lovers' quarrels. He was still in the room and thought it best to leave. "Yeah. I'm gonna go snap his neck and dump the body. Call me if you need me."
Joker waved goodbye to Frost which did nothing to help his case.
"See what I mean!?" You shouted.
"Y/n, you know who I am. Why does it suddenly bother you? Is it.. because you got to see it with your own eyes? Oh Bunny.. you can't fear the monster under your bed when he's been sitting at your dinner table for weeks."
Joker was reaching out for you again but you were faster and retreated two steps back.
You hated when he was right. You spent so much time with Joker yet you only saw the façade he wanted you to see, not the real monster he truly was.
He was Gotham City's most wanted criminal, not a sweet roommate that complains about the thermostat and pile of dishes in the sink. You two weren't in your apartment anymore. He didn't have to play house and pretend to be someone that he wasn't.
You weren't prepared to see Joker's true colors despite knowing well in advance who he is.
He used your moment of uncertainty to wrap you up in his arms. You were so confused.
It felt so good to finally be held by him but your brain knew the circumstances behind it were all wrong.
There was a reason why you didn't read gangster/mob tags in fanfiction! The ending never turned out well for the girl. She always struggled with her emotions and ended up getting hurt every single time trying to love the villain.
You were an author. You knew there was no happy ending here. This would only lead to angst and suffering on both sides. While you struggled with your feelings, Joker seized the moment to memorize every curve of your body.
You fit into his arms like the last puzzle piece snapping together. He could say with confidence you were made for him to hold.
Joker remembered one of your characters in The Greeks Among Us say that to their partner. It sounded sappy when he read it, but now it made all the sense in the world. His natural curiosity prompted his hands to become more adventurous.
He slid them down the slope of your back while his lips traveled up the column of your neck.
You felt his staggering breath on your ear and had enough.
Despite you holding onto the lapels of his suit for dear life, your words were pushing him away. "I'm so confused."
"Shhh." Joker left a kiss on your jawline. "Stop thinking so much and accept it."
That comment made you come to your senses. You shoved Joker away and stood your ground.
"Screw that! I-I need time to think and I'll do it in the comfort of my own home. I'm not gonna let y-you seduce your way into my good graces when you could have prevented that!"
You pointed at the tv screen showing the gala event being processed as a crime scene.
"I want to go home, Joker." You wished your sad puppy eyes worked on him better.
He simply averted his eyes. "It's not safe."
"I don't care. I'm going and I wish you would try and stop me."
Joker didn't bat an eyelash. "Okay?"
"Fine. I'll go by myself!" You yelled.
"Y/n.."
You ignored him and bent over to pick up your heels. You left to find your way back to the original room you woke up in. Thankfully it wasn't too hard and you located your long forgotten clutch sitting in a corner.
Looking inside you found your earrings and bracelet, confirming Joker's comment about him selling them on the black market to be false. You liked Joker better when he was funny and not so methodical in his pursuit of pure chaos.
This was too much to process. Why couldn't things go back to how they were a week ago?
Your head was still spinning from bumping it in the van last night and thinking about Joker wasn't helping the pain lessen. Your only concern right now was getting out of this bunker and contacting Cindy to begin some serious damage control.
You might not be able to control Joker and his actions but you could control your public image.
You decided to stay barefoot until you reached street level and started the grueling journey of finding the exit. You didn't expect to run into another one of Joker's henchmen. And fate would have it, it was the same one that brought you here.
He blocked your path with his towering frame and you quickly drew into a shell. "Hi.. um."
"Turn left, then go up the small flight of stairs. Take another left and the door outside is on your right."
He was about to walk past you down the hallway, when you stopped him.
"Why are you helping me? Don't you have orders to keep me here?" You asked.
"You're stubborn just like my daughter." He mumbled under his breath. "No I don't."
His confession made you stop and realize these criminals could very well lead normal lives. Given their nefarious deeds they were still capable of doing the right thing and were still human.
Could Joker be normal? Perhaps in another lifetime.
You imagined Joker with a family living in a house outside the city limits. A Joker whose laughter was carefree without evil, holding a son or a daughter that looked exactly like him...
Your wild daydream made your ears flush beet red and the guy in front of you quirked his eyebrows at the visual. No wonder you got along with Joker. One of your screws upstairs were loose.
You recognized that look from anywhere. A look of veiled judgment and it made you snap out of your thoughts to defend yourself.
"I-I promise I'm not crazy! Well not clinically that is. Um, I didn't quite catch your name when you were saving me last night."
"Frost." He looked down at your hand laying on his forearm. You quickly removed it.
"Cool.. so um thank yo–"
"Just go woman. You're not needed here anymore." He huffed out, nearly exasperated.
Your foot froze mid step and you tossed an "Excuse me?" over your shoulder. It was apparent Frost wasn't intimidated by it.
"It's obvious you don't belong here. Run along back to your ritzy penthouse where you came from."
If it were possible, steam would be blowing from your ears. Here was Joker's right hand man blatantly telling you off and you were supposed to take it?
You seriously had enough of people ordering you around like you were some kind of invalid. You weren't a push over.
"You're a terrible driver and worse at offering advice."
"At least I don't have lipstick all over my face." He shot back. You frowned in confusion and he decided to give you a break.
"Bathroom is behind you." With that, Frost left you stumped in the maze of a hallway.
Sure enough immediately behind you was a door that opened up to a decent sized powder room. Or should you say former bathroom.
The area now was decrepit and riddled with squalor. You didn't want to touch anything let alone use the mirror. The once reflective glass was cracked and murky with age and neglect.
And they called this a bathroom. "Sweet Jesus deliver me." You didn't dare turn around and see the toilet. The smell alone hinted at its current state.
You stomached through its stench and scanned your face in the mirror.
Just like Frost said, the same shade you bought last Monday for Joker was scattered all over your skin. There were a few lipsticks marks on your mouth and faint ones trailing down your neck.
The harsh red stood out on your complexion and you sported a comical tick mark of irritation until you remembered there was also a lipstick mark on your hand.
Was it a sign of regret? You questioned earlier if Joker was capable of being normal. That one lipstick print was all the proof you needed.
I'm his own way, yes he could. You were tired of running away. It was time you stood up for what you wanted.
Who carried if it wasn't the right choice? Perhaps you might end up regretting it later in the future, but for now, you retraced your steps back to Joker.
His head shot up when you appeared in the doorway.
He hoped you didn't catch him pacing back and forth deep in thought. Joker had a million things he needed to do and not a lot of time to complete them in, but you always managed to bomb rush his thoughts and take center stage.
Would you make it back home safely? Would you calm down and see the reason behind his refusal to return or was this the last time he would see you?
Joker stopped pacing and picked at his cuticles. He didn't like that last scenario.
He refused to let you go yet. He liked how you were a (somewhat) independent woman who could speak her mind. Smart and drop dead gorgeous with a sprinkle of crazy, he really didn't want to fumble this bag which is why he panicked when he saw you panting out of breath before him.
You caught your breath by clearing your throat.
"I am.. tired of running away and bottling up my feelings. I'm sick of taking two steps forward and having to retreat back miles and miles when something goes wrong between us and trust me, it always does. One of us says the wrong thing or our actions speak louder than our hearts, yet we always manage to make up."
"I'm going back to my apartment and.. and I'm asking if you want to come with me. This isn't some 'two week up in the air' agreement like last time. Of course I want you healed... but this is just me— being selfish and simply wanting you there with me. We're both adults here, Joker. So let's cut to the chase. Stay with me.. until I think about what this is."
You ended your speech waving your hand in the space between you two.
Joker hummed in that vague tone of his but this time you didn't know if it was positive or negative. He cut the distance between you and him short by meeting you in the doorway.
Now that he knew you were claustrophobic, he didn't crowd your space even when his personality demanded it. He liked to invade people's personal space and intimidate them. He would have to train himself to stop around you.
"Hmm. I'll be spotted if I return to your place with you. I need a smug op."
"A what?" You were elated that he was agreeing to come back but his terminology threw you for a loop.
Joker fought back his grin seeing your head tilt like a puppy. Your bright, young mind had a habit of turning off from time to time during the most inopportune times.
"Are you serious about us? Me. Staying at your place?"
Joker was too nervous to speak in full sentences but you understood him word for word and nodded. Joker nodded to himself and started hatching a plan.
"You won't be a ahhh secret anymore, I'll have to get you involved. Stay behind me." He said.
You were thoroughly confused and had no other choice but to follow wherever Joker was dragging you off to. You definitely regretted not putting your heels on.
This bunker was truly a maze with all kinds of twists and turns that Joker led you through.
By the fifth left turn, you were turnt all the way around that you would never make it to the exit that Frost pointed out to you.
The end of the wild maze brought you to another unmarked room noticeably larger than the first where dozens of men, all in various conversations, were in the middle of activities like playing cards or arguing over the game being displayed on a flat screen tv.
This must be their common's room.
You felt out of place in your torn designer gown but Joker calmly walked up to a pair of men who immediately stopped talking to greet their boss.
Joker skipped the pleasantries and got to the point. "I need... a covert smuggle operation."
The men looked from Joker to you completely speechless. The rest of the room followed suit. Joker smacked his lips, patiently waiting but nothing happened. And so his patience waned.
"Did ya ears stop working? You. Your name- uh Mark something. Whatever. I need to sneak into.." Joker gestured at you awkwardly standing behind him. ".. her apartment without being seen. Can ya do it?"
"It's Mac but yeah wh-where's the place?"
You saw Joker's brain troubleshoot. He stayed at your apartment for weeks and he didn't know your address. Talk about awkward.
"Move Joker. Honestly..." You gently pushed him to the side and everyone in the room gasped.
"Hi Mac. I live on Quinn Street in the North Grant Row building. It's the white glass rooftop high rise near the Grant Park fountain. I can keep Joker hidden from view up until Gotham Square but the rest of the way, I'm not too sure. Can you help?"
You leaned against the table and Mac got to see your beauty up close. He would be a fool to say no.
He totally forgot about Joker standing next to you. "For you, I'd love to. I have to say I ahh.. I'm not very familiar with Old Gotham."
"Really? Oh it's not that complicated! Lots of old alleyways and one way streets to duck in and out of. I'm just worried about the open streets the closer we get to my complex. Hey, can I borrow that map?"
You asked a guy, a table away, who was openly staring at you. He looked to Joker for approval and then handed over the map. You thanked him with a smile and he proceeded to swoon.
You smoothed the map out onto the table and pointed to a spot with your nail. "Here. There's an awning that we can stop at. It'll be the last cover Joker has before it's an open shot."
Mac stood up to see better and hovered by your side– a bit too close– for Joker's likings.
Unfortunately the blond didn't notice.
"Oh that's uh First National bank. I think. We can do a swap there if the Boss gives the green light on it. What's the security at your place like?"
You sigh. "That's the problem. It's tight. Front desk staff with only two entrances; the main lobby and a service on the side of the building, here. If you can help Joker make it to the apartment building, leave the rest to me. I'm the top floor tenant so I have special privileges. Plus there's a restricted passageway that Joker can use to my apartment."
"A whaT?"
Everyone turned to stare at Joker.
He had sat down after watching you interact with his men like some seasoned gofer. Joker honestly didn't know if he was turned on or concerned by how at ease you were around them.
You met Joker's gaze head on. "I rarely use it but there's a secret tunnel. I'll um explain later, it's a long story."
Up to this point you tried to ignore the intense pressure that came with being watched but you couldn't stomach it anymore. You were a big girl and you could handle confrontations. So you turned around to address the issue.
"I'm sorry. What's your name?"
You pointed to the second guy, a stocky brunet, who was seated at the table with Mac. His demeanor came off very aggravated ever since you walked into the room.
He snorted while crossing his arms. "Boss, you lettin this broad order us around?"
The whole room went silent and it was a tossup to either look at Joker or you. However, the majority of the crowd chose the latter.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out his problem. You had written countless characters just like him so you knew exactly how to deal with his kind.
Once again you wished you were wearing your heels to appear taller.
"I may not look like it– but I'm no pushover. I really wanna go home and you and your misogynistic attitude.. is standing in the way of that."
"So?"
You took a breath to calm yourself. This man was really trying you. "So... I'm asking you nicely to stop being a dick and avoid ending up with Pookie and nem' in Port Adams. Yeah. I know the lingo; this ain't my first rodeo. I'm from Blüdhaven, south side at that, so by all means! Buck up to me again and I promise you, I'll write your obituary with perfect grammar."
He rose up from his seat and began a staring contest. He was sizing you up until a humorless laugh cut through the room.
It was sarcastic and dark in nature, sending a chill down your spine. Everyone in attendance turned to face their boss who was seated with his hand propping up his cheek and ending his theatrical laugh.
"She's a feisty one isn't she? It's gotta be that, uhhh.. Blüd in her. She's still running on adrenaline so I'd listen to the nice lady, Flint. That obituary might come as a surprise. The truth hurts ya know."
Flint understood what Joker was implying and wisely sat back down.
He was still brooding as you finalized the operation with Mac and kept a cautious eye on him.
In the background Joker ordered Frost to dismiss the rest of the men who weren't needed. They didn't need to hear the rest of this conversation. As the last goon left the room, Joker approached the table where the three of you brainstormed.
He'd deal with Flint's attitude later. Joker got the impression that you were no stranger to violence but witnessing any form of it terrified you. Perhaps your childhood turned you away from it? He wasn't too sure.
However if Joker was staying with you for the unforeseeable future, he needed to ensure that all of his business remained behind closed doors so you didn't have to see it.
Although that could wait. Joker had more pressing matters to think about. Like how you stood up for yourself without his help.
In a room full of men you demanded their respect, barefoot and while wearing a ripped designer gown. Joker was more than proud, he was absolutely feral after seeing your more bossier side.
Recently he only saw your docile and sweet nature.
Cooking him meals, stumbling over your words around him, to being on the receiving end of your coy gestures. It was a complete 180 and boy did he love it. So what if everyone saw him eyeing you like a piece of meat? He wasn't ashamed.
Joker wondered if you would complain if he took you right here in front of—
"..ker! Of course you're not listening. We're ready to go whenever you get your head out of the clouds."
You rolled your eyes and leaned back over the table to iron out some more kinks with Mac. He was more than happy to work with you and see this secret tunnel you mentioned.
Joker was too busy shaking himself out of his daydream.
Much as he would like to establish dominance and claim you as his for all to see, he knew your current attitude was just a front.
You used your tough Blüdhaven upbringing to face his crew but the minute you two were alone, Joker knew you would revert back to the introvert you were. The one that tucked tail and ran away every time he tried to make progress with you. He hoped you didn't after all of this was over.
Just overhearing the conversation you planned, this operation would be risky. Doable, but it was cutting too close to home.
Were you really serious about him staying with you? You were proving it in your actions but Joker would have to find out if your heart was on the same page when he got you alone again.
The meeting was wrapping up and Mac offered to show you the way to the awaiting vans.
Everyone was leaving and Joker waited till you were out of sight before dragging Flint back into the room by his collar.
"Hi..." The awkward crimson red smile on Joker's face was not friendly.
Flint knew his actions had consequences but he didn't think they would come back to haunt him so quickly.
His eyes darted everywhere but at his boss who was proving the saying, 'if looks could kill' absolutely true.
Joker wagged his finger at the male while slowly circling him.
"You're a great guy but I really... reallyyy thought about killing you earlier. But I didn't! Wanna know why?"
Flint was used to working for a psychopath yet nothing prepared him to be held at knifepoint and the blade digging into his mouth. He blinked and Joker held his life in his unpredictable, makeup covered hands. Honestly, that was a typical Saturday around here.
"You wanna know? I'll tell ya. The thing is.. if I killed you– Y/n would've saw it! She's very.. sensitive to these things and I'd.. hate.. for her pretty little head to worry. I. Don't. Want. Her. To. Worry. So.. you're gonna do your joB and listen to her plans and if you don't?"
Joker tugged on the knife, digging harshly into Flint's gums "You don't want an obituary written out for you. Hm?"
Flint shook his head no along with Joker. He froze when another henchman came into the room.
"Uh Boss?"
Joker's fingers danced on the knife's handle. "What."
"Y-Y/n is waiting for you. She's getting impatient in–"
Joker looked at the newcomer and didn't realize that his hand slipped while holding the knife. A pained grunt gained Joker's attention. He took one look at the gash he made on his employee and cringed.
"Oops. I uh.. hmm. Patch that up and oh c'mon at least it's not ear to ear!" Joker patted Flint's shoulder and walked out to join you in the van.
The newbie and Flint both shared a look. Y/n was a touchy topic best left alone.
Your original plan had to be revised.
Walking in from the street was too risky so Mac proposed ditching the original swap at First National Bank and went forward with dropping you and Joker off at the service entrance at your place. Joker was a wanted criminal and with your current state of dress, neither of you could be seen.
The cover story for the front desk staff was another furniture delivery that Mac thought on the fly.
The story went as follows: You escaped The Prosperity massacre and made it to your apartment where you passed out from shock. The delivery man woke you up.
It creeped you out how believable this lie was. Short, sweet and to the point.
From the service entrance, you and Joker would meet up with Mac on the eleventh floor, he having taken the main entrance to sell the lie.
If all went well at the front desk, it was smooth sailing. A foolproof plan that even Joker had to applaud. Joker followed you as you guided him through the service hallways and passed by the apartment building workers in the area.
The giant service elevator was behind a wall and gave you and Joker some time to breathe. You spotted a surveillance camera above and noticed the red light was off.
Parked a block away one of Joker's software techs, (you chose not to think about how he had one on his payroll) hacked into your apartment complex system to disable the cameras.
Everything was carefully thought out and when the lift softly chimed open, you all but shoved Joker in before hitting the eleventh floor button. You sagged your weight on the stainless steel walls and missed Joker's wary green eyes checking you out.
He knew this mission was quite stressful on top of you not processing things from last night's attack. When you were finally situated at home, you were gonna crash like a bag of rocks. He would make sure you got some much needed rest.
The lift dinged on the maintenance level and you lowered your guard thinking the coast was clear. Joker's arm pushed you back inside in just enough time to avoid walking into Mac.
He looked up from his phone to Joker then at you, stunned speechless.
"How did you...?" You asked after a while.
He left at the same time that you and Joker did. Either he teleported here or..
"Don't ask that question. Where's this secret tunnel you talked about?" He looked around the maintenance room but didn't find anything remotely similar.
Joker was curious too and decided to speak up. "You said you'd explain later. It's later, Y/n."
The two men hoped you didn't lead them to a dead end and waited for an explanation.
"Alrighty then... It's not really a tunnel per se, more like a hatch. The construction workers needed an easier way to transfer large equipment and materials during the renovations to my penthouse and made one. I only used it once during an emergency, i-it's practically useless."
You walked over to the far end of the room to grab the step stool you left last time, only to find it missing.
"What? I had a step ladder right here. Where did it go?" You scanned the room looking for it but Joker was losing his patience again.
You tried to stifle your scream when Joker picked you up and sat you on his shoulders.
You couldn't believe this was happening but you kept blinking and sure enough your head was grazing the ceiling. Joker rolled his eyes knowing your mind was spinning faster than the Earth with questions.
"Just tell me where to go." He mumbled.
You stole a glance at Mac who pointedly avoided watching the scene unfolding before him. Smart guy.
You guided Joker over to a portion of the room, trying to keep your thoughts PG.
"I-I never opened it from this side before but there should be a.. Ah here!" You wobbled a bit on Joker's shoulders but he held you steady.
His head swam when your thighs clenched around his neck. Why did he put himself in these situations with you? You were unaware of Joker's growing dilemma, you had felt around the ceiling until a mechanical popping noise was heard.
Much to their surprise, a decent size latch opened up from the ceiling. Joker regretfully sat you back onto your feet, missing your warmth around his neck already.
"How many people know about this, Y/n?" Joker pointed to the ladder. You cleared your throat and answered.
"Well– the contractor, his employees, you and I, and now your crew. Why?"
"Dwindle that number." Joker said without looking back.
It took you a minute to realize Joker wasn't talking to you.
Mac gave you a look, 'don't ask', before he mentioned he was going to survey the rest of the complex building and left. Before you knew it, Joker was already halfway up the ladder.
"Wow! What a gentleman Joker! You couldn't wa–"
His voice floated back down. "You have a front door. Use it."
If he remained down there with you any longer he wouldn't have been able to control himself. He reached the top and took in your neat storage closet. Another mystery door in your hallway was explained.
He was looking around the organized shelves and heard something outside the door that made him pause.
Your head was poking up from the top of the ladder and Joker waited until you found your footing on the floor above before he slapped a hand over your mouth.
"Shhhh shhh bunny. Are you expect-ting anyone?" He left a brief kiss behind your ear as an apology for scaring you.
At this rate you'll have red lipstick stains everywhere.
You shook your head and froze when you heard something heavy being knocked over, followed by a loud curse.
"Keep it down, she could be in here." A voice said.
Another one answered just as fast. "Sorry!"
Someone was in your apartment and by the sound of it, more than one person. You knew Joker wanted to say, 'I told you it wasn't safe' based on his pointed glare.
He pushed you towards the wall right underneath your large supply of paper towels and whispered his warning. "Lock the door when I leave and don'T come out until I turn the door knob four times."
He knew the moment you were away from his crew this would happen.
Gone was your tough persona replaced by his timid little Y/n. Your big doe eyes were fixated on him and already glazing over in panic..
They glanced down to his leg and Joker was reminded that he was still on the mend from his shootout with te GCPD. This was the most troublesome gunshot wound he had to date.
"I'll be fine, Y/n. Keep quiet." Joker whispered to you.
He then reached for the door handle and slowly opened it to step outside into the hallway. He heard the deadbolt lock immediately afterwards.
Smart girl. He thought to himself.
Joker didn't see anyone from his position in the hallway but he couldn't dash over to his room where his duffel bag of weapons were stashed underneath the bed.
He would have to be light on his feet, something ever since his injury– he was unable to do.
Joker had his trusty knife in his pocket but against two possible assailants (and maybe more) with unknown weapons of their own, he wanted to enter this fight prepared. He knew Dent and his half burnt boys never played fair so he would have even the odds.
It was too quiet in your closet and it felt like time stood still as you waited for the door handle to turn.
Were you supposed to hear something? Was silence a good thing or a bad thing? These past twenty four hours had been brutal on your nerves already. You were getting antsy just sitting around waiting, so you did the exact opposite of what Joker told you to.
You got up and opened the door.
Your apartment felt foreign with the fact that people were here unannounced. How many were here? Just how badly did Two Face want to talk to you?
Scratch that. Why did he want to talk in the first place? Random people were raiding your house all because of a fictional misunderstanding.
Each door in your hallway was closed but you wanted to be double sure. The main bathroom was empty so you moved onto the two guest bedrooms. They were empty too.
Maybe your imagination created a second voice to scare you but Joker heard it too! Moreover, you sighed and closed Joker's bedroom door when your heart took a dive straight to your stomach.
"No!"
Joker heard you scream and the sound of something breaking and thought the worst.
Once again you made him lower his guard and he only had seconds to dodge the fist being swung at him. A perk of fighting in private/public areas. Guns were too loud and hand to hand combat reigned supreme.
Right up Joker's alley.
The poor guy didn't stand a chance as Joker parried the fist and used its momentum to flip the intruder over onto their back.
A moment of hesitation cost him and the slight stinging pain in his hand was the price to pay but Joker knew killing the guy wouldn't earn him any brownie points with you.
Instead of slicing his throat open Joker opted to snap his neck. A good compromise he thought, but then he realized that it wasn't just a bit too late. He would lie about that later.
He remembered you screaming and ran (more like limped) towards the hallway to assess the scene. He found you standing over the second intruder still holding half of a decorative item in your hand.
You were panting and jumped when Joker grabbed your forearm to pull you away.
He checked the guy's pulse, definitely unconscious, and the oozing blood on the back of their head confirmed a guaranteed headache whenever they did wake up.
"What did you do?" Joker ended up asking you.
He eyed how your body was still shaking, either from adrenaline or from fear, he didn't know.
"H-He was about to.." You swallowed loudly. "He was about to go into my room."
Joker was well aware your room was your escape from the world. In the two weeks he'd been hiding here, he only knew the walls were dark in color.
No other glimpses inside and you most certainly didn't talk about what lie therein.
It was your most kept secret; it was no wonder you bashed the guy's head in to stop him from entering. Once again you amazed Joker with your bravery but he did have to scold you.
He opened his mouth to speak but followed your line of sight to his hand. It was red from the slash the first intruder managed to land on him.
"Why are you bleeding?" You whimpered. The bauble you currently held fell from your grasp. Neither of you cared that it landed on the guy's head.
Joker glanced at his fresh wound and rolled his eyes. "Calm down bunny. It's just a scratch. I thoughT... I told you to stay in the closet."
"I wasn't gonna let you take on two guys at once! Are you crazy?!"
"Uh yeah." He replied. It was common knowledge. "I told you it wasn't safe here but you.. don't listen. I'll have to assign people to guard your building. There could be more.. uhh unwanted visitors. I uh.. I can keep you safe, that is... if ya want me to really stay?"
Joker didn't mean for it to come out like a question but he wanted to be sure that this is what you wanted and not some spontaneous decision made in distress.
He stepped over the unconscious goon and entered your personal space.
It was instinctive yet you weren't uncomfortable by his proximity. In fact you gravitated closer to Joker and rested your hands on his chest.
The air was thick with uncertainty and Joker wondered if now was the time that reality set in for you. Would you kick him out and never talk to him again? He thought through all the possibilities in the same amount of time you came to a conclusion.
Your heavy sigh gained his rapt attention. This was it; you were saying goodbye. Your sad eyes confirmed it.
"Like I said earlier, I don't know. I knew having you in my life would be dangerous and scary but until I figure out exactly what I want– I'll have to embrace the unknown. I have to accept who you are and the baggage that you carry, along with the risks. I'm scared, Joker... but I'm also scared of how I'll feel if I don't give you a chance."
Joker's eyes widened when you held his hand up to your cheek, miraculously avoiding getting any blood on you.
With every word your lips grew closer and closer to his.
"You promised me– you promised you wouldn't leave. I want to try us. Please don't–"
Then the doorbell rang.
Joker was two seconds away from throwing a tantrum. Every time he was in the middle of having a moment with you, fate had to intervene. He sighed through his nose as you glanced at the door. You were about to pull away when Joker grabbed your hands.
"Y/n, wait. It could be another attack."
You broke your hands free and wiped Joker's blood off on your gown. It was bound for the trash anyway.
"I highly doubt if they were coming to kill me they would ring the doorbell."
You were too stubborn for your worth. He growled lowly as you moseyed over to the front door and looked into the peep hole.
Joker frowned when you yelped and snapped it shut.
"Hide Joker!"
"What? Who is it?" He wanted to see who it was, but you shoved him back towards the hallway.
You didn't notice the guy's motionless body near your dining room table.
"J-Just a second!!" You shouted over your shoulder at the door. "You have to help me change. Now!" You whispered to Joker.
"Who's at the door Y/n?"
"Bruce!" You didn't hesitate to fling your heels across the room, drastically dwindling your height, and you were shrugging off your draped gown when Joker's brain short circuited.
Obviously you weren't thinking things through because you wouldn't have stripped in front of Joker if you were.
Did you forget that two men were unconscious, one of them (unintentionally) dead in your apartment and in the same room as you?
Joker was wondering what rare good deed he did to deserve a show like this. Despite the odd circumstances, he was still a male. Watching you undress was mesmerizing.
Joker's eyebrows jumped up seeing your skimpy black panties as you bent over and his eyes nearby rolled back into his head when you...
"Hide the bodies somewhere while I go change!" You cupped your breasts and sprinted to your bedroom.
The door slamming shut was the last thing Joker heard before his mind switched to autopilot. You weren't wearing a bra.
Now he'd seen some pretty bizarre things in his life and especially living in Gotham City, but the greatest sight of all was you stripped down to your underwear.
He could only imagine the full unobstructed view.
He cleared his throat and got to work dragging the dead body to your storage closet. While he was in the hallway, he grabbed the unconscious one by the foot and pulled him inside as well.
Joker didn't register that he sent a text to Mac to dispose of the two bodies on the maintenance floor before he kicked them down the secret ladder.
Their body weight landed loudly on the floor below yet Joker's mind was still racing with the visual of you. He closed the door to the storage closet the same time you stepped out of your room.
This all took place in less than three minutes. You decided to wear simple grey sweatpants and were struggling to pull down another fan T-shirt when you caught the pair of green eyes looking your way.
"Well don't just stand there! Go hide!"
Joker just nodded and walked in his room.
That was weird, but you didn't have time to question Joker's odd behavior. Bruce was waiting outside your door and you knew exactly why he was here.
You waited until Joker was safe in his room before sprinting towards the front door– a quick deep breath was the only preparation you gave yourself. Then you opened the door with a smile.
"Sorry for keeping you waiting. Come on in!" You welcomed Bruce Wayne inside.
His dark eyes felt like a lie detector ray as he scanned your frame. If Bruce noticed your frazzled appearance, he was a gentleman and didn't comment on it. That didn't stop you however.
"I probably look a mess. It's been a.. well a terrible night." You chuckled to yourself, knowing good and well the joke wasn't well received.
You weren't expecting Bruce to hug you.
Your short gasp was muffled by bands of muscle and expensive fabric. His cologne smelled phenomenal and did a good job of lowering your defenses.
The past twenty four hours finally came crashing down on you and the weight (along with Bruce and his natural charm) broke you down.
"I was so worried when I saw the news. Barbara called me in total hysterics asking if I heard from you." Bruce squeezed you tighter and somehow guided you over to your blue couch.
Why did his arms feel so safe? Not even five minutes ago you were confessing to Joker that you wanted to try things out with him yet here you were in another man's arms.
You could hear Florence's favorite quote, "she's a slut!" bouncing off your eardrums.
"I thought that Two Face captured you or worse. I was in the neighborhood and decided to stop by and check on you. Imagine my surprise when you answered the door. Y/n, talk to me, are you okay?"
Bruce pulled away just enough to see your face. He tucked a loose braid back over your shoulder. His deep chuckle startled you out of your musing.
"I find myself being so forward with you, please forgive me. I call you out of the blue, I try to take you out to dinner, and even now I arrive at your home unannounced."
You had yet to say anything but that didn't stop Bruce from asking the unthinkable.
"I worry. It's not safe for you here while Dent has a price for your head." That made you look up in fear.
It was the first time you heard Dent's intentions with you. He wanted you dead over a fictional book? The man was insane!
"This might be too forward of me but I can't stand you being unprotected. Come with me to Wayne Manor."
You could've sworn you heard something break in the bedroom.
"What?"
Bruce backtracked seeing your confusion clear as day. "Hear me out. I have the best security money can buy and you'll be taken care of while this whole Two Face situation quells. I'll personally guarantee—"
You cut Bruce off. Judging by his gentle smile he wasn't bothered by it. "Y-You want me to stay at Wayne Manor? With... with you?"
"Yes." He added, "At least until I know you'll be safe on your own."
You shook your head and stood up from the couch. It was a lot to take in and it worried you that you were actually considering on going.
Bruce knew you needed time to think about his offer.
He wasn't sure it was appropriate to ask, (he hadn't been on a date with you for crying out loud) but he couldn't bear if anything happened to you.
He got the distress call from Oracle aka Barbara right as the GCPD and Jim Gordon were dispatched to the scene.
Barbara was indeed beside herself with worry and cried the entire time Bruce tried to process the scene. He came to the conclusion that you had miraculously fled the scene by your partial fingerprints leading down the event stairwell.
But at the back alleyway, your trail went cold.
Batman and all of his advanced gadgets could not find you, so he waited until daybreak to search for clues as Bruce Wayne.
He didn't lie, he was visiting his Foundation chapter near Wayne tower when the idea to check your apartment hit him. Bruce didn't hesitate interrogating the front desk and slipped a hefty sum into their pockets to keep his visit confidential before heading up to the top floor.
He wasn't expecting to see you open the door nor to find you were still in disarray from last night.
He couldn't ask you where you stayed last night but it didn't take a genius to know it wasn't at your place.
Your heels were tossed across the living room, he heard you do it, and the designer gown you wore to the event (he thought it looked outstanding on you) was in a pool of fabric by the door.
They were all indicators that you changed quickly before answering the door.
Something else to the equation was missing but for the life of him, he couldn't figure out what. Bruce had a hunch that Dent would target you again and as much as your apartment was 'safe and secure', a breach could happen at any minute.
Your life was too precious to leave up to chance.
Bruce would not sleep peacefully until you were safe under, well.. over, the batcave on the Wayne Manor grounds.
"I.. I don't know.." You mustered out. You fiddled with a braid while you paced in circles.
Bruce watched the erratic steps for any emotional clues, but found none. Just a lot of confusion, copious amounts of stress and inner turmoil. You needed to rest.
He sighed to himself and stood up to make his way towards you. He stopped you mid pace by taking ahold of your hands.
They were clammy, but Bruce didn't care. "Please consider my offer, Y/n. Call me and I'll have a car pick you up immediately if you accept." He bent down to kiss your knuckles and noticed the smudged blood on your skin.
It sent alarms to his brain that Bruce Wayne couldn't address. If he were under the cowl, he could coerce you into telling him where you were.
Perhaps if you said yes to staying with him, he could coax it out of you in another way. Right now your brain was overwhelmed and running on fumes. He would take his leave.
You said nothing as Bruce saw himself out. What could you say? You shocked yourself by considering his offer. God, why were you so confused about everything?
"Aren't you going with him?"
You screamed hearing Joker's deep voice in your ear. The whiplash from dealing with Bruce straight to Joker had a girl tripping.
You dragged your hand down your face, exhausted. "Stop scaring me like that.."
"Again. Are you going Y/n?" Joker bit back. Each word was harsh in the air and it put you on the defensive.
"Is this some trick question? Why does it sound like you want me to? I-I said I wanted to go home and I'm here. Why would I leave?"
"Because you're confused. You don't know what you want so... when a golden opportunity is presented to your tired, weary mind, it wants to snatch it up! It's a basic human instinct Y/n, no need to get defensive about it. Just don't hurT your brain trying to decide when we both know your decision."
Joker told himself he was gonna stop invading your space after learning you were claustrophobic. Old habits die hard.
You landed on the couch with a slight bounce before Joker boxed you in with his frame. His arms were beside your head as he leaned in almost nose to nose.
"Deep down you want to go. But you can't have your cake and eat it too. Spoiled little bunny, she can't choose between her rich, arrogant boy toy, or the scary clown she can't run away from. Save us allll the trouble, and go pack your bags Y/n."
Joker's words taunted your heart but as you opened your mouth to deny them, he gripped your chin.
"Go ahead and eat your cake. Enjoy your time with.. Gotham's savior, live it up in his mansion all you want. But know this little bunny.."
Joker's eyes were intense pools of juniper staring straight into your soul.
You couldn't look away even if you tried. His grip on your chin began to hurt but his words cut deeper.
"You'll be back and I'll be waiting."
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Playing With Fire
Chapter 18
Summary: After a change of heart nearly ten years into her career as a pediatric intensive care unit nurse, Ellie Maxwell has moved back home and returned to her old job at the local bakery, where the regulars are the firefighters from down the street. When sparks begin to fly between Ellie and the guarded, closed-off Chris, will anything come of it?
Pairing: Firefighter!Chris Evans X OFC Elizabeth “Ellie” Maxwell
Word Count: 4,296
By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour
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Warnings: None.
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A smile appeared on Chris’ face as he heard Hazel’s squeal before she tugged on his hand, excitedly pointing at the big balloon arch that was hanging above the door of the bakery. He couldn’t help but laugh at just how big her eyes were looking from the balloons to the table set up with all kinds of colorful pastries and cupcakes, but Chris’ focus turned to something else.
His blue eyes lit up when he glanced up above the balloons and saw the sign hanging above the door that simply read ‘Ellie’s’. Chris didn’t know it was possible to be so joyful by just looking at a sign, but he was. That one sign held so many feelings, but the one that stood out to him was that immense feeling of pride and admiration he felt as he looked at the namesake of the sign standing by the doorway with that beautiful smile on her face.
Hazel’s hand squeezed Chris’ own before she began bouncing in place, her curls flying around as she cheered, “Ellie! Ellie! We’re here!”
“My favorite people!” Ellie laughed, sending a smile to them as she excused herself from her conversation with the owner of the local coffee shop. Ellie made her way over to the father and daughter as they stepped to the side, and the blonde squatted down as she murmured, “Look Hazie, I made your favorite type of sugar cookies.”
The little girl gasped, her eyes as wide as saucers as she looked at the long table next to them. Her voice was low as she stood on her tip toes and asked, “Daddy, can I have one?”
“Sure, but just one,” he agreed, watching with a faint smile as she carefully took a cookie and a napkin. He glanced up at hearing a familiar chuckle in the distance, seeing his mother speaking with Ellie’s parents and gently nudged Hazel, pointing to her and saying, “There’s Nana over there, why don’t you go take her one too?”
“Okay,” she replied, taking a frosted pink cookie in her fingers and being careful not to smudge it as she made her way towards her grandmother with a wide smile on her tiny face.
Once Hazel had safely crossed the bakery, Chris looked back at Ellie with a fond expression. “The bakery looks amazing, honey,” he murmured, leaning forwards to peck her cheek. “How’s the grand opening going?”
Ellie gave a pleased, but also exhausted, smile, admitting, “It’s been slammed all day. Your fellow firefighters already came by and ate all the lemon bars I had and I didn’t have time to save you one.”
He let out a low whistle, shaking his head as he muttered, “Wow, I expected I’d at least get a lemon bar for all the fuckin’ tile I laid in this place…”
Ellie shoved his arm away with a chuckle, her elbow digging into his side. “I’ll make you a whole pan of lemon bars to thank you,” she laughed, relaxing as his arm settled around her shoulders comfortingly.
“I’m so glad the opening is going so well. I’m so proud of you Elles,” Chris whispered to her as he squeezed her shoulders. He couldn’t help but feel awe as he looked at the busy bakery full of locals, at the proud expression on Ellie’s face as she watched Brooke chat with an older couple, handing them a custom order menu and taking down their information for later. These people filling the bakery they’d worked so hard on for the last six weeks made it all worth it, the headaches, the stress, and the toll it took on Ellie. This was her dream and he was more than proud to stand by her side.
She snorted, her eyes twinkling as she tilted her head to look at him. “Well I’ll do what I can to fill the residents of this town up with sugar,” she laughed.
“I think you do a pretty good job of that,” Chris agreed with a smirk. He was quiet for a moment as he looked out at the bakery again, but before long he could tell Ellie was itching to make her rounds so he dropped his arm. “I don’t want to monopolize you, but I’m so proud of you and I love you so much, Elles.”
“I love you too,” she smiled, leaning in for a hug and whispering, “Don’t leave without saying goodbye.”
“I promise we won’t,” he reassured her, eyes moving to check on Hazel again, smiling as he saw her excitedly talking to Brett.
Chris kissed her cheek before reluctantly pulling away and letting her get back to the many new customers that were mingling around the grand opening. He went over to join Hazel with his mother and Ellie’s family, happily chatting with all of them but he couldn’t help but let his mind drift elsewhere. It had been a couple of days since Hazel’s big birthday party, the curly-headed little girl was so filled with excitement and happiness on that day, but towards the end of the party, Ashlee had caught Chris in a quiet moment before he left and asked if they could meet one day soon to talk.
It wasn’t a secret that he and Ashlee didn’t always get along, their divorce being evidence of that, but they always could come together when it came to Hazel. Both loved her with their whole hearts and truly wanted the best for their daughter and made time to talk anytime either of them had a concern about her or something regarding Hazel. But Chris also knew there must be something that was up, first with Ashlee meeting Ellie and now wanting to talk to him only three weeks later.
She hadn’t given the slightest hint as to what it was about though, making him curious as to what was going to be brought up. He tried to push it out of his mind for the time being, knowing he still had time to hang around the bakery and he was so thankful he did because it gave him the opportunity to just watch Ellie, his Elles, practically glowing.
He knew that none of this had been easy for her. She had shared with him how much of a failure she had felt after leaving the nursing profession, the perceived defeat leaving her with so much insecurity. Chris knew so many of those feelings had played into her going overboard with her perfectionist tendencies in getting this bakery up and running, but he could see just by watching her that she was in her element. He knew that she would thrive here, developing relationships with customers, growing her new business and baking new creations, but his favorite part of it all was knowing that he was going to get to be right by her side as she grew into all of it.
Chris snapped out of his thoughts when his mother pulled him aside not an hour later, offering to watch Hazel for the evening and giving him a knowing look. He gratefully accepted, leaning down to hug Hazel and promise that he’d see her later and reminding her to be a good listener, and with another hug and kiss to Ellie, he slipped out of the bakery. As he sat down in his car, he sent a quick text to Ashlee, double-checking she was home, and before he could talk himself out of it, he drove over to her townhouse.
He couldn’t help but feel a little bit nervous for some reason, knowing that if she had called him to talk alone, it must have been serious. Chris knocked on the door before he shoved his hands in his pockets, trying to hide his sweaty palms as he waited for her to pull open the door. He could hear her feet echoing on the hardwood floor before she opened the door for him to come inside, leading him to the kitchen where he took a seat on one of her high bar stools as she dug around in her fridge.
It’d been several months since he’d been in her home long enough to glance around, and he’d almost wished he hadn’t. Everywhere he looked, he saw bits and pieces of Hazel’s life, one he wasn’t a part of, but also saw pieces of him. He was in a picture on Ashlee’s mantle from Hazel’s first day of preschool, clutching Hazel’s hand as she stood in between her parents. He was in a picture Hazel drew that was hanging on a corkboard in the kitchen, brown crayon strokes forming a mess of hair and bright blue eyes looking back at him with Dodger at his feet next to Hazel and Ashlee. It pained him, being in a home he had so many visible connections to, and yet existed in only thanks to their girl.
He cleared his throat, focusing on the sounds of Ashlee moving a bottle of wine before she turned, the expensive wine catching his eye as she asked, “You want anything to drink?”
Chris shook his head, fingers tapping nervously against his jeans. “No, I’m fine,” he murmured.
She gave him a look before she turned, opening the bottle and asking, “Are you sure?”
“Am I going to need one for this conversation?” Chris shot back with a raised brow, his face falling at Ashlee’s sheepish look. He cleared his throat again, shifting and murmuring, “Maybe a beer then.”
She nodded, pulling a canned IPA out - one that was oddly enough his favorite kind - and handed it to him. She tentatively sat down on the opposite bar stool, a perfectly manicured hand coming to rest on the quartz countertop as she whispered, “Thanks for being willing to come over and talk.”
“Of course,” he reassured her, but he couldn’t help but feel anxious. Things with Hazel had been going so well lately, and he found himself worried that she’d confided in Ashlee about something, or that something was seriously wrong. “What is this about, Ashlee? There’s not anything going on with Hazel is there?” He asked worriedly.
“No, it’s not that,” Ashlee rushed to assure him, her eyes wide.
“Then what is it?”
“The other day I had a meeting with my boss,” she began tentatively, pausing as she bit her lower lip nervously. “And he told me that he really liked what I was doing and he didn’t want me to just work in the marketing department… he wanted me to be in charge of it.”
His brows furrowed in confusion, slowly - but genuinely - telling her, “That’s great Ashlee, congratulations.”
She nodded, taking a long sip of her wine. As she placed the stemless glass down on the counter, she added, “The catch is that the job is in New York City.”
“Oh…well that’s a little bit of a bummer,” he drew out, his brows furrowing deeper. It didn’t change anything, and quite honestly he was confused as to why it was ‘hold a meeting with your ex’ worthy. She already worked half the week in New York, staying in an apartment she rented before returning home to work Thursdays and Fridays virtually while it was her half of the week with Hazel. “But you only work the first half of the week in-person anyway so it probably won’t be that bad.”
Ashlee’s face was frozen before she nodded and swallowed nervously, explaining, “I’d be working everyday in-person now though if I was in charge of it.”
He frowned, putting his can of beer back on the counter after a much-needed sip. “How will that work though?” He asked her quietly. “I mean, you have Hazel on Thursday and Fridays.”
“I know…” Ashlee murmured with a frown.
He looked at her expectantly, unsure what Ashlee was getting at before he asked, “So what are you planning on doing?”
“I was thinking that maybe… well, that you would have her,” she whispered, her eyes nervous.
He shrugged, moving a hand to run through his beard before grimacing slightly. “That could work. I can talk to Ma and see if she could have her overnight and then could pick her up from school and you could just pick her up from there when you get home from work,” he offered, but he knew the offer wasn’t a feasible solution. It wasn’t fair to shove nearly half of the parenting duties on his mother - a woman who had certainly done her time with raising four rambunctious kids - at this stage in her life, one where she was finally at peace with her free time and enjoying her several grandchildren in doses, but to give her nearly equal, if not more, time with Hazel than Ashlee – Hazel’s mother – had was unsustainable in the long run.
“Chris, I don’t think you’re understanding me,” Ashlee interrupted his thoughts, her voice slightly raised to get his attention before it dropped and she finally spit out, “I’d be moving to New York.”
“That doesn’t make any sense. Hazel’s starting kindergarten in a few months, we can’t send her to one school half the week and another the other half,” he slowly replied, confusion evident in his voice as he leaned back in the barstool.
She nodded, swallowing anxiously. “I know, and that’s why I was thinking that she’d stay here,” she whispered.
His jaw dropped minutely and he could practically pinpoint the moment his heart stopped at her words. He shook his head and clenched his jaw, giving her one last chance and saying, “Ashlee, you can’t be serious.”
“Think about it Chris. If I stayed living here and commuted every day I’d have to leave at the crack of dawn, and then at night, it already takes two hours to get to New York on a good day let alone in rush hour traffic. I wouldn’t be home and picking Hazel up until eight or eight-thirty at night and then I’d just bring her back to my house and put her to bed. It doesn’t make any sense.”
“What doesn’t make sense to me is that you’re leaving Hazel!” He replied, his hands flying in the air. “Ashlee, I don’t understand any of this!”
“I know you don’t,” she assured him, her shoulders slouching in defeat, but Chris couldn’t see past the pure emotion he was feeling at the realization she was willing to give up time with their little girl for her career. He glanced up at the sound of a soft murmur of his name, eyes narrowing and Chris frowning as she nearly begged him, “But look at this from my perspective. You know how much I love my job and that I want to keep moving up. This is an incredible opportunity for me. You know I always wanted to be in New York, I always planned on staying there but then when we had Hazel we came here because we needed your family’s help and we could afford something here.”
He swallowed and nodded, knowing her words were accurate. They’d been desperate for stability, one where they were able to give Hazel an upbringing surrounded by people who loved her, while also allowing Chris and Ashlee to work. “I know, but Hazel is here,” he whispered.
“Even if I kept my current job, I’m going to have to start traveling to Europe a lot now for some of our accounts so she’d be with you every other week anyway,” Ashlee explained, and she paused to wipe some tears away before she shrugged. “And I was kind of thinking that if I did move, maybe I could have her every other weekend. I can go into work early on Friday so I can leave early and come get her and take her back to New York with me.”
He was quiet for several moments, blinking his own tears away as he listened to her words. “But every other weekend… Ashlee, how can that be enough? Hazel is going to be devastated,” he finally asked, looking up at her.
“I know,” she agreed, reaching for a napkin from the holder between them and wiping her eyes. “I am too, but I think this is going to be best for everyone.”
He shook his head, unable to see the good in this as he admitted, “I just don’t see how.”
She gave him a tight smile as she put the balled up napkin on the white countertop, speaking quietly as she told him, “Look Chris, I think it’s obvious that you’re probably going to marry Ellie sometime soon and that’s great. I think she’s a really wonderful person, but you two will get married and have a home and probably more kids and where does that leave me?”
He ducked his head, eyes locked onto hers as he gave one last effort, “But you’re Hazel’s mother. Me marrying Ellie would have nothing to do with that and Ellie would be the first to say that.”
“I know, she made that very clear. But you got what you wanted Chris. You got the house next to your family, the job you love and now will probably have a family of your own which is what you always wanted,” she gave him a genuine smile, one that almost seemed like a proud smile to an old friend. “But I didn’t.”
“What do you mean?” He asked her quietly with a frown.
“I love Hazel and I wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world,” she started, staring down at the counter. It was obvious so many emotions were running through her before she explained, “But I think we both know that wasn’t what I was planning on in life. I want to be in New York and be able to have my job and keep working my way up. I want the city life and everything that goes with it. I gave up everything I wanted when we had Hazel and now I have a chance to get it.”
For the first moment in this conversation, Chris could see her situation. It was true that the only reason she was here at all was because of Hazel. He remembered the terrible arguments they had when they were married, Chris wanting to move back here and Ashlee wanting to stay. It had been her dream to be in New York City and that had been pulled away from her. He realized that when they got divorced, his life had mostly stayed the same. He got to have the same job, live by his family, and be where he wanted to. But Ashlee hadn’t. She had given up everything to be here with Hazel – and him – and now she was only here to spend time with Hazel. But his deep emotions for Hazel got the best of him as he quietly replied, “I guess so… but I just don’t understand how you can leave Hazel.”
“It’s not going to be easy for any of us at first, but I think it’s better in the long run,” she told him with a shaky voice. “I think that we’re all in a good place for this to happen.”
He shook his head and sighed deeply, frustration filling him as he replied, “I mean obviously it’s your decision but I just don’t know Ashlee…”
“I hope you can understand, because it’s already done. I accepted the job and I’m going to be moving right before school starts for Hazel,” she informed him, steeling herself as he met her gaze. “I have to have some kind of life of my own. You’ve gotten to do that, but I haven’t.”
“But you’ll be so far away from Hazel,” he whispered, still unable to wrap his mind around it.
She nodded, tapping her fingers against the stone countertop and beginning slowly as she said, “Well… I was thinking that maybe you moving to New York City is always an option.”
He froze, almost unsure if he heard her correctly as he breathed, “What?”
“I mean, I moved here for Hazel and you, so maybe you moving to the city for me would be something to consider,” she shrugged sheepishly.
“I just, I don’t know Ashlee. I feel like I can’t keep going tonight. I need some time to process all of this,” he threw his hands up in surrender, shaking his head as he leant back in the stool. He felt exhausted, his brain slowing as he struggled to process all the new information.
“Maybe we can talk on Wednesday when you drop Hazel off,” Ashlee offered as she nodded in agreement, moving to take his empty beer can and throw it in the recycling.
He nodded his head, but felt like he could barely move it, so much weight being dropped on him with all this information. Everything felt like it was a blur as he left the townhouse, his body just moving on autopilot. He called his mother briefly, giving the bare bones explanation of what happened before Lisa offered to keep Hazel for the night so Chris could have some mental space to process.
Chris was thankful for the offer and took her up on it, ready to go home and just sort through his thoughts, but he just couldn’t. The only thing that was nagging in his mind was how much he wanted his Ellie in a moment like this. He longed for her comfort and gentle love that she so easily gave, but he also needed the way she grounded him and spoke truth that he needed to hear. All he wanted in this moment was her, and it didn’t take him long to be using his key to unlock her door and step inside her cozy home.
It felt like a blink of an eye before he was being wrapped up in Ellie’s arms, her holding him tight and didn’t ask a single question, just being able to look at him and see how desperately he was in need of her comfort. Tears were streaming down his face when they parted, Chris sitting down on the couch next to her as he emotionally spilled out all that had just happened, Ellie listening as she rubbed his back the whole time.
“I just don’t understand, Elles,” he choked out, his voice strained and chest heaving. “How could she do this?! How could she move away from Hazel?”
“Chris-”
“We moved here because it was best for Hazel and now she’s just leaving,” he kept going, rubbing a rough hand over his face as his voice shook. “Hazel needs her mother and she’s abandoning her!”
Ellie squeezed his arm reassuringly but her tone was sympathetic as she pointed out, “That’s pretty harsh, don’t you think?”
“Okay well maybe not abandoning but she’s still moving!”
“Hey, just come over here, okay?” She asked, quiet as he moved over towards her, leaning back against the purple couch cushion and staring at the ceiling. “I know you’re upset, honey. I know this is a lot to process but just try to relax just a little bit.”
“I just don’t understand why she did this,” he whispered, the shock wearing off from Ashlee's blindsiding. “I don’t want Hazel to be away from her mother but I don’t want to move to New York City either. We came here so Hazel wouldn’t have to live in a city and could have a yard and her family and a neighborhood. Then you just opened the bakery and we can’t leave that.”
Ellie’s hand moved through his hair, trying to comfort him in any way as she reassured him, “I know this isn’t easy baby, but I know you’ll make the right decision for Hazel.”
“I just never saw this coming,” he quietly confessed, his breath unsteady. His mind moved to the little girl who was sleeping at her nana’s house, unable to picture anything but the inevitable fallout from this as he said, “Hazel’s going to be so upset. We’ve already hurt her enough by getting divorced and-”
“Hey, stop,” Ellie interrupted firmly. “Don’t go down that road. You and Ashlee are both wonderful parents to Hazel and she adores both of you which says what a great job you’ve both done.”
Chris was quiet as he tried to process her words and shift his mindset, but he couldn’t help but speak his biggest fear and insecurity as he confessed, “I just feel like such a shitty dad.”
“You’re not,” Ellie instantly disagreed, her hand freezing in its path in his hair. “And don’t let your emotions convince you that you’re not.”
Chris shook his head and looked down at his lap, his voice impossibly small and his lips downturned. “I don’t even know where to begin with how I feel or what I should do,” he whispered vulnerably.
“Don’t worry about it tonight. You don’t have a clear head right now and that’s okay, so I’m going to tell you exactly what we’re going to do,” Ellie paused, waiting until he met her gaze to continue. “You’re going to go take a hot shower and then we’re going to go to bed and relax. Then tomorrow, we’ll start unpacking everything together, okay?”
Although Chris didn’t think it possible, in that moment he felt a small sense of peace. In the midst of all this chaos, he had Ellie. The woman who was sweeter than the cinnamon rolls she baked was able to cut through everything and somehow get straight to his heart every single time. She was always there for him in every single moment and he knew that as hard as this was going to be, that having Ellie by his side would make it so much easier.
A/N: Surprise! We're a little ahead on Chris and Ellie's chapters, so we decided to drop one today! Please don't hate us though... we promise there's good in this! We also want to emphasize that this is in no way meant to shame or criticize working mothers. We only have seen one POV in this debate, and Chris' shock is what plays through, not a criticism of Ashlee working or being busy.
#chris evans story#playing with fire#chris evans fanfiction#chris evans fic#chris evans x ofc#chris evans writing#chris evans x original female character#chris evans#chris evans fanfic#original female character#chris evans ff#cevans#writeblr#real person fanfiction#real person fiction#firefighter!au#firefighter chris evans#firefighter!chrisevans#firefighter!chris evans#firefighter au#chris evans au#hazel's dad#dad!chris evans#dad! chris evans#dad chris evans
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Hii Lim 😄!! Apples, Lemons and Thrill, please and thank you!!
Thank you!
Apples - favorite fruit?
Pretty much all of them? I love a good summer peach. And, those first crisp apples of Fall. I can eat an entire bag of grapes in one sitting if you let me. I buy about one watermelon a week in the summer, and eat on it all week long. Good melon is one of the greatest gifts of summer. Mango is fantastic, even if I'm in the wrong part of the world to get really good mango.
Lemons - what’s your favorite type of dessert?
Pretty much anything involving chocolate and peanut butter. Or, cream cheese frosting. Or both, both is good. Smitten Kitchen has a Chocolate Peanut Butter Cake with a peanut butter cream cheese frosting that might be my platonic ideal of a cake.
Thrill - what is one thing you’re looking forward to?
It is slowly flirting with the concept of Spring here, and I'm looking forward to lilacs in my yard, and all the crocuses and daffodils on my way to work.
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OHSHC and the kind of cafe/restaurant the members would run
Mori: An animal cafe - “what kind of animal?” “Yes” (seriously, what else could he possible want?) He would go all out on having each drink and special pastry treat in the shape of an animal with a cute little name. You’re telling me there’s NOT going to be a lemon cookie called “Lizzy’s Lemon” that’s name after a lizard? (Fun fact: Mori had a pen in hand, about to sign a contract, when he realized that Rainforest Cafe doesn’t actually have live animals. :( He tore up the contract and used it as bedding for his chickens.)
Hikaru: One of those Karen cafes where the wait staff yells at the customers. He gets adored to be a menace in the host club, so obviously he’s going to love being paid to be a menace at a restaurant. And the worst they are, the better the ratings? Hell yeah.
Tamaki: ... okay, a French bakery, no duh, but if everyone pushed back and wanted him to think outside the box... what would he do? What matters most to him? What was something he always craved and had to fight to achieve for? A family. And when is a popular time where an entire family can get together, talk about their day, share stories, and bond? Meal times. Tamaki would want a restaurant, with a new type of cuisine every three months. It’s French food, then Japanese, Italian, Mexican, etc. There are no TV’s in this restaurant, because Tamaki wants families to sit together and enjoy the company of those around them. It is a popular location for little kid birthday parties, old grandparent birthday parties, and a nostalgic get together location for friends who haven’t seen each other in many years. He takes “when you eat with us, you’re family” to a whole other level.
Honey: Am I going to take the obvious way out again and say a sweets shop? Absolutely. But his sweets shop is of the “build your own” variety. You choose the type of cake, an option of frosting colors and flavors, and then you get little bowls of all sorts of candies and treats and ways to decorate your cake. There’s also boba, and boba plus all the cake? You’re more likely to fall asleep at the mattress store next door than actually make it home.
Haruhi: When/if you were a student, was there ever a restaurant/cafe you loved to study at? Haruhi is very pro “a quiet place to study” and food that tastes like a loved one made it. The food Haruhi’s restaurant sells might not be the fanciest food in the world, but it is good food, it’s the kind of food that warms your entire body and leaves you content and at peace. It’s affordable, large portions, and the tables are the perfect size for textbooks and laptops. You do need to take a study break when eating, because breaks are important, but due to the “library rules: shhhhhhhhh” sign on the front door, this is the perfect place to get some major work done and still be well fed.
Kaoru: Ngl, I’m struggling here. I could see him running a fine dining, ball gowns, champagne, fancy tea, aristocracy inspired restaurant... and then I could also see him running a food truck with a friend, and serving whatever kind of food he is interested at the time. He travels all across Japan, meeting new people, experiencing life on his own, growing independently of his brother and family, getting into trouble, figuring out how to get back out, swimming in waterfalls, hiking through mountains, serving cold noodles and warm alcohol, breathing fresh air, and realizing that even though he’s traveled all around the world, there is always more to explore.
Kyoya: Kyoya isn’t interested in running a restaurant. He doesn’t want to deal with Donald’s fries being crispy when he asked for extra crispy. He is interested though in owning restaurants. You could make a drinking game and be plastered in minutes walking downtown if you took a shot, or even just a goddamn sip for every restaurant you passed by that he owns. From the fastest of foods to the most obnoxiously bougie of restaurants, he owns, or at least partially owns, a vast majority of them.
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Renge: A Maid/Butler cafe. She almost went with a strict anime cafe, but then she couldn’t decide on which anime. But then a lightbulb - “why not both?” If she does a maid cafe, she can do all the themes, thus Renge’s Rainbow Girls Maid Cafe was born.
#i once again cannot come up with names :)#listening to a 2000s throwback playlist and vibing this is fantastic#got chicken nuggets and brocolli cheese tots in the oven (I hate potatoes so these seem great) AND I HAVE CHICFILA SAUCE#look i hate chic fil a... but goddamn their special sauce is good :(#ohshc imagines#and am i just recycling through the same ideas over and over?... maybe dont @ me#ohshc#hikaru hitachiin#kaoru hitachiin#takashi morinozuka#mitskuni haninozuka#kyoya ootori#tamaki suoh#haruhi fujioka#albert renger-patzsch#renge houshakuji#ouran#ouran high school host club#ouran host club#these are... some takes
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Can you pleeease do a companions as other stuff? Like types of cake? I'm obsessed with the cars you assigned them 🙏
You know what? Sure fuck it why not? It's a Monday night, I got nothing else going on (this was actually kinda fun so I'm not opposed to more of these being asked)
Karlach is a carrot cake, specifically one served on a paper plate. The frosting was put on when the cake was still hot so the carrots on top melted somewhat
Shadowheart is this one specific lemon and poppy seed loaf with dried lavender on the top. My favorite café is out of every time i go to get a piece of it
Astarion is a red velvet bunt cake. Its just a little dried out but not to the point its worth bring up to the person who made it because you were feeling down and they aren't the best at cooking but they know you like cake and they tried their best
Lae'zel is a Texas sheet cake, it doesn't look like anything special when you first get it but oooooweeee this is going to be the best thing you've ever had and it'll be years until you have it a second time
Wyll is a Mississippi mud pie cake. Your great aunt brings it to a family reunion when you're twelve, the high you had at eating it for the first time is one you'll chase your whole life
Gale is an angle food cake but specifically one served at the bilbo baggins birthday vibes themed wedding for two of your lesbian friends you met at that theater collage you went to in SoCal
Jaheira is a holiday fruit cake that gets left at the office party but one luck person in sales is obsessed with them for some reason and gets to take the whole thing home cause no one else has any
Minsc is a cookie cake bought for a kids birthday party but the size hints at the adult buying it knowing good and well that no group of children can eat the whole thing themselves
Halsin is an oatmeal cake (these fuck nasty just like the oak father intended trust me)
Minthara is a birthday sheet cake...its not anyone's birthday and you're unsure where she got it from but you know for a fact it was in a Walmart/Tesco at one point
#baldur’s gate 3#bg3#astarion#lae'zel#shadowheart#wyll ravengard#gale dekarios#minthara#halsin#jaheria#minsc#karlach
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Hogwarts Legacy: The Prophesied Princess - Chapter 1 - Part 1
Hogwarts Legacy Fanfic: Female OC, takes place after events of the game. Fantasy/ destiny plot with a lot of romance later! I am hoping to post on A03 once I get an invite:
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On the last day of summer holiday before her sixth year at the Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, Seraenya Maerose contemplated the nature of Vossgarian Whistle Birds. There were two types of Whistle Birds that inhabited the tropical lagoons of Vossgaria, where Seraenya had spent the entirety of her summer holiday. The Sitting Whistle Bird was a subtle type, luring its prey with bait and sharing small portions of fish with the other creatures of the lagoon. The Sitting Whistle Bird had no qualms with patience, so generously feeding the other inhabitants in the lagoon with carefully collected bait – sometimes doing so for weeks – until a larger, unsuspecting creature finds its way to the trap and becomes a target for the Sitting Whistle Bird's advance. The Flying Whistle Bird, though, was the unforgiving type. Circling high above the mossy lagoons, the Flying Whistle Bird advances only when provoked by the siren call of the Sitting Whistle Bird, diving down swiftly to steal the largest prey. Today, Seraenya Maerose lounged on the balcony of the manse observing the Sitting Whistle Birds luring below as she had so many times over the summer days. Seraenya enjoyed the smell of salt carried over by the warm ocean breeze. She enjoyed the way that the frosting on the lemon cakes that Syrio's handmaids served melted into a sweet glaze when she ate them out under the sun.
Syrio Tymasis had been very kind to Seraenya. He had taken the orphan girl into his lavish home and given her the most luxurious care, not only over the last three summer months, but for the entire year before she had been admitted into the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had never asked for anything in return. Still, Seraenya had her reservations. At sixteen, she was a girl no longer. She knew that the generosity of men like Syrio did not come without promises and manipulations; a lesson she learned far earlier than she should have. Seraenya sighed. These were worries for another day. Besides, only tomorrow she would be off on her way to Hogwarts, and she would be leaving Syrio and his lavish estate behind her for the next nine months. This thought excited Seraenya, as her first year at the school had been the most amazing of her life. She recalled the ancient and magical halls of the Hogwarts castle, the joy she felt as she uncovered new skills in magical lessons, and the love of friends that she had never felt before.
"The Majester Syrio has requested your presence in the gardens, my lady", said a young serving girl employed in Syrio's manse.
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#hogwarts legacy#fanfic#sebastian sallow#ominis gaunt#imelda reyes#seraenya rhaefyre#OC#harry potter
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Hee Hoo- Remade my CookieRun Kingdom sona- No longer a frosted cookie, but a Blueberry Lemon Cookie (maybe slightly sugar-dusted on top) I have more of a story for her now as well as what I want her attacking Type to be!
Also added a candy and a little pet friend for the hell of it.
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I just bought like 7 different scented candles and I need to know what kind of candle everyone likes. Also, who buys one kind of candle consistently, and who likes to change it up with what candles they buy?
Mikey
loves sweet candles. The type you light and the room smells like a frosting container. He loves to play with scents. He will try anything once.
Raph
Loves the earthy scents. He constantly searches for one that smells like rain. This leads to him trying a bunch of different scents.
Leo
likes florals. But he is picky about it. If it smells like a grandmas perfume, where it’s very general and not a particular flower he can’t do it. He likes the smell of hydrangeas, lavender, and roses. (He’s picky about the tips of roses as they are easy to get wrong)
Donnie
He likes clean scents. More specifically he likes on clean scent. He is someone who buys the same type of candle over and over and will burl multiple of the room ever smells wrong. His lab always smells the same. Is a lavender lemon scent. It’s clean and fresh and Leo found it when they were kids.
April
Fruity scents. When she knows Donnie is coming she uses lemon as she knows he likes it. But besides that it’s citrus fruits all the time.
Cassie
Whatever she is in the mood for. She has preferences but has never once turned down a candle. She has scents for her different moods and will change the scent daily depending on her mood.
Casey
Still learning what he likes a mix of Leo and Raph. The earth smells remind him of the safe times I. The resistance and the floral scents remind him of his life now.
The tenshu gang.
They didn’t have a lot of scented candles. They had candles but not scented. The idea of lighting one for the smell and not the light is foreign to them. But they learn quick.
Gen
Fall candles. The type that smell like pie and warmth. He is a fall boy.
Kitsune
Loves them all but has a preference for sweet smell.
Usagi
He likes Leo’s choice of florals as they remind him of home. He also like candles that smell like fruit. But instead of citrus like april he likes apple or berry scents
#a world of samurais and ninjas#asks#rise leo#leosagi#awosan miyamoto usagi#rise raph#rise donnie#rise mikey#rise april#rise cassandra#rise casey#rise brothers headcannons#awosan kitsune#awosan gen
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