applesauce cupcakes

So my 5 year old cousin recently discovered Michael Jackson and she’s now obsessed with him. She doesn’t really know that he passed and her mom tried to explain it to her but she almost broke down crying so..we decided to just leave it alone. but she thinks his birthday is tomorrow and she got him cupcakes and applesauce 😭 She told me to tell him hi 😂

lenfaz  asked:

“you’re a stress baker and i stay up too late working and i’m writing a thank you note to the ethereal being responsible for the food magically appearing in the common room” au YEAY!!

Thank you, hun!! I enjoyed writing this immensely, hope you enjoy reading it at least half as much xD

Midnight Cupcakes; ~ 2, 300 words; also on ff.net

How did it come to the point where the only good thing she has going on for her are the abandoned cupcakes she finds in the common room every week when stumbling around, trying to stretch her legs and clear her head enough to finish her goddamn article?

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The first time she smells them before she sees them and her mouth is already watering by the time she catches sight of the pretty (and flawlessly applied) light pink and dark brown frosting.

Now, if Emma Swan has learnt one thing in all her years in the foster system, it is – don’t touch what is not yours. So even as she approaches the cupcakes, which look like a miniature forest covered in  pink blossoms and growing right in the middle of the table, she knows she will have to content herself with the slightly disfigured Mars bar that she knows exists somewhere in the recesses of her bag.

And then she sees it. It’s a simple white sheet, folded in the middle so that it will stay up and positioned beside the delectable pastries.

‘Help yourselves ;)’

Emma eyes the elegant handwriting with suspicion for all of two minutes. Then she shrugs. If somebody wants to waste their perfect cupcakes on her, far be it for Emma to deny them that opportunity.

She takes one of those with chocolate frosting (even though before the night is over she would try the strawberry ones too… and then the chocolate again). The dough is soft as her teeth sink into it, the frosting buttery and rich as it explodes on her palate and there is nobody there so there is no proof that Emma moans around her first mouthful of freshly baked midnight cupcakes.

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