The baker had called in sick and Melinda had been doing the job all day. Baking was something she enjoyed and that with her passion for coffee had led her to open the place. But she hadn’t bake that much in so long. Her hair were pinned on her head in a bun but a few loose strands were falling at the front. She had flour on her left cheek but at least, there was muffins, croissants and biscotti for the customers. Not close to what they usually had, but it would have to do. The wolf was bringing fresh white chocolate and raspberries muffins in the front when she bumped into someone. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” the clumsy woman said.
“I have chocolate muffins, chocolate banana muffins, chocolate raspberry muffins, chocolate chocolate chips muffins, chocolate chip muffins, chocolate cream muffins, and blueberry muffins,” he grinned, “Which one would you like to have? You can taste one too.”
As much as i love Joel x reader fics, i really did enjoy writing something a little different! Thank you to the lovely Anon who just wanted something Ray x reader related, you’re the best.
SUMMARY: You can’t help it, Ray just seems to catch your eye and plague your mind; whether you like it or not. His smile infectious, laughter booming. There was just something about him that made the blush in your cheeks rise and that eradicated any worries that you held.
You tell yourself that you have the willpower to divert your eyes from him, the strength to keep your mind from wandering into that damn office filled with warmth and laughter and him, but in all honestly, you simply aren’t able to control yourself.
for @smokesforsterek because she’s done with finals! and requested Derek cooking for Stiles and them watching Deadpool I almost followed her directions…and then this happened :D
Stiles is dead on his feet. Five finals, three presentations and two final papers over the course of four days and Stiles is dead fucking tired. As he stumbles up the stairs to his and Derek’s apartment he both curses his final night class and rejoices that it’s over. Forever.
He wants nothing more than to crash and he doesn’t even care where he lands at this point. The couch, the floor with a pillow, against Derek’s strong perfect back wherever Stiles finds him. He just wants to close his eyes and let his brain rest.
He fumbles his keys pulling them out of his pocket and he sighs deeply as he bends over to pick them up off the floor and finds the one for his door. The floor outside the door looks so incredibly inviting he has to shake himself slightly to actually put the key in the lock, turn it and let himself in.
Opening the door and walking in Stiles’ senses are assaulted; smells from the kitchen are wafting towards him, every light is on and he squints his tired eyes against the brightness. Soft jazz is playing over the speakers in the apartment and Stiles quirks a tired smile as he locks the door behind him and shuffles towards the kitchen.
Alright everyone come on this journey with me IMAGINE
Harry Styles is in his coziest joggers and a giant well-worn jumper.
His fireplace is blazing and he goes to his built-in that houses his vast vinyl collection. He drags his fingers along a few shelves wanting to decide by impulse, by touch, until he gets to the P’s (of course they’re alphabetized. Anything else would be chaos!). He gets that buzz of good energy he’s been hoping for.
Harry pulls out a vintage Elvis Presley album and tugs the left side of his mouth up into grin. His impulse was right. This is exactly what he wanted.
As the music crackles to life through his custom sound system, he sets back to preparing his batch of white chocolate raspberry muffins, bobbing his head and gyrating his hips just like the King when the moment feels right.
Muffins in the oven and dishes all soaking, he flings himself onto his sofa. It’s his corner - the seat that’s finally starting to wear into his shape like he’d hoped when he first got it but never had the time to break in. He crosses his feet at the ankles, feet still moving to rhythm of the song.
And right after he’s sung out a line in what Harry must admit is a pretty spot on Presley Impression, he brings out his phone and tweets:
“You can shake an apple from the apple tree.”
And then puts his phone away, locks his fingers behind his head and closed his eyes.
It’s Saturday afternoon. And Harry Styles has nothing to do.
- What you two bake when your craving something sweet *WINTER EDITION*
(if you can’t cook for your life like me then just pretend you can and that your really really really good at it okay)
This was your all time favorite dessert! Every winter season you guys would try to avoid making them but somehow Taylor would convince you to bake it once more which would lead you guys both back to your addiction. You guys would make it together all the time and eagerly await till it hardened, counting the hours and playing games, trying to pass time by.
Snow Angel Cupcakes
These cupcakes were very light and fluffy and they always reminded you of each other. They were as white as snow and as soft as well. The raspberries were the perfect touch and they were always a family favorite around the Carpenter house. (you’d bake them for his family all the time)
White Chocolate and Raspberry Muffins
You knew Shawn loved muffins and you also knew your grandmother made the best muffins in the world. So, that’s why you decided to sneakily copy the recipe at your last grandma’s visit and bake them as a special surprise for Shawn’s welcome home visit during the holiday season. He fell in love with them right away so you two spent every weekend baking them together. (Of course they would probably be gone the very next day by your wonderful muffin-obsessed boyfriend)
Snowflake Sugar Cookies
You guys, being the bit more artistic couple, would bake cookies and decorate them together with different shades of blue. You would take your time decorating different designs on each cookie making them different and unique. Along with decorating the delicious cookies, you guys found the time to decorate wonderful mustaches on each others faces with frosting. (You two helped lick wipe off the frosting on each others face afterwards)
You guys would buy the gingerbread house kits and sit down on a table near the Christmas tree, decorating the houses like little kids. You guys would joke around and make it into a competition on who could make the best house. Sometimes it would get very quiet during the process as you two focused on making your houses perfect while other times it would get loud and crazy as you two fought over who gets the last piece of fondant or as one of you would try to steal the others decorations!
Hot Chocolate and Peppermint Cupcakes
Matt always called you his little cupcake, so when you were baking him a farewell treat for his long trip to New York, you decided on cupcakes to remember you by. (you added a twist of course since it was the winter season.) Ever since then, Matt has fell in love with them, almost as much as he fell in love with you. They reminded him of you the most and he would crave them every time he was away.
Frozen Popcornballs Snowballs
When you two were visiting Carter’s family over the holidays, you guys met Carter’s Frozen fanatic cousin. She was obsessed with the movie Frozen and was begging you two to watch it with her every time. So, one day when she asked you for a snack, you felt inspired and decided to do something creative for her. After a whole lot of mess, you two came up with these bad boys and you’ve been obsessed with them ever since.
Melted Snowmen Peanut Butter Cookies
Peanut butter cookies were your favorite, so it only felt right to make them every time you craved something sweet (and were up to the challenge of baking). One time, however, your cookies went horribly wrong. Or so you thought. The consistency of the frosting was off and they soon melted when put on the cookies. You called Johnson desperately to help you and fortunately he had the perfect idea. He grabbed some frosting, food coloring, and peanut butter cups and created this wonderful and creative masterpiece that soon became a tradition whenever you two made these cookies.
Chocolate Cookies w/ Peppermint Cream
You two combined your two favorite things, chocolate and mint, to create these chocolate and peppermint holiday treats!! They were always fun to bake together and you two wouldn’t mind adding a little bit more chocolate to the mixture every now and then. The cookie was soft, warm, and absolutely delicious. It reminded the two of you of home.
White Chocolate & Peppermint Hot Chocolate
It was cold where you lived so hot chocolate was always the answer. But Sammy wanted a twist in things. He didn’t like the same old same old so you decided to switch up your hot chocolate recipe. He instantly fell in love with it and that’s the way you made your hot chocolate from then on. Even the other boys enjoyed the twist in the traditional drink and wanted the recipe too!
White Chocolate Covered Holiday Pretzels
You guys loved watching movies together but the normal popcorn, pretzels, and chips snack was getting boring. So, you guys decided to try out a new snack from a random store. It was so good that you wanted to learn to make it yourself and after a few tries you became an expert at the recipe. It was a quick and easy snack that you two would make every movie night together.
Vanilla Bean Macarons
You loved macarons but your absolute favorite was the vanilla bean. When Jacob found out that your favorite sweet shop ran out of those and wouldn’t get another shipping till next week, he knew you were devestated. So, he tried to make them himself and let me tell you he was a natural at it. They tasted amazing and it was even better coming from the hands of your multi-talented boyfriend. So, whenever you were craving them you would always go to chef Jacob for some! :)
OKAYYY HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THE PREFERENCE!!! Send in requests/feedback/advice because I gladly accept those! Posting a couple Christmas ones tomorrow sooo yeah haha. Also, if you dont like peppermint just change it to like candy canes or something lol. Anyways… Which one was your favorite dessert?
Yes, I love baking. I would love to absolutely nothing but sleep, bake and eat.
This time I made Vegan Chocolate Chunk, Raspberry & Blueberry Vanilla Muffins! They turned out quite ugly (they kinda look like old people) but there was some that were kinda pretty. Just look at those swirls, wow. They were delish though so that’s what’s most important. Ugly food tastes the best, right?
Paulie/Nealer One of them's a con man the other's the law enforcement agent that keeps catching him
“so,” geno says, slapping down a folder of paperwork on top of james head and waking up from his truly excellent post-lunch doze, “baker strike again.”
“fuck” james says with feeling, grabbing the folder out of geno’s hands and flipping through the photos of the crime scene. it’s the same guy as always, same m.o. — a bunch of priceless jewelry stolen from some rich fuck’s house, and a goddamn plate of baked goods left behind with a fucking note (hence, duper nicknaming him the baker).
the notes are the worst, honestly, because they’re always addressed to james, and they always make james acutely aware that no matter how close he and geno have gotten, they’ve never actually managed to catch the guy. ugh.
“has sid already gotten down there?” james asks, glancing up from the crime scene photos just in time to see geno’s patented “head over heels, would marry and have six children in love with sidney crosby” face. it’s just a tiny bit different than his “thinking about fucking sidney crosby into the mattress” face — it’s all about the eyebrows.
“sid already get all evidence, yell at local pd,” geno says dreamily, because of course he’s in love with their cranky as fuck forensic tech who wears crocs unironically and hates the local chief of police with a passion. nealer can’t even remember what giroux did to earn sid’s hate — probably won at pool. or that time he drunkenly hit on geno at the police bar.
“ugh,” james says, grabbing his stuff off the desk and slipping into his fbi jacket with a wince. “well, let’s get to it. wouldn’t want to miss your boyfriend yelling at the cops again.”
“he not my boyfriend,” geno says sadly, because geno’s too dumb to see what’s in front of his face sometimes.
he also doesn’t let james drive.
six hours later, james has scoured the crime scene from top to bottom and finally managed to escape without any answers, clues, or anything besides the fucking note sitting on top of some admittedly delicious chocolate raspberry muffins. after considering his dinner options — beer, gatorade, more beer, the orange juice he bought to go with geno’s vodka, top ramen — he decides to fuck it and go to the corner diner.
paulie’s working the evening shift again, but then again paulie always seems to be around whenever james comes in, be it ten in the morning brunch or eleven at night.
“hey james,” paulie says, sliding james a mug of coffee and looking at him worriedly. “what do you want?”
“i don’t fucking know,” james says, resting his forehead on his palm and peering up at paulie. “whatever you make sounds good.”
paulie laughs quietly. “sure,” he says, brushing james’ arm as he goes.
fifteen minutes later, james is digging into soup and a sandwich while paulie sits across from him for his break. “tough day at work?” paulie asks.
“yeah,” james says with a sigh, taking a too-big spoonful of soup and wincing as his mouth burns. “there’s this big case and i just — i feel like the answer is right in front of my face, you know?”
“yeah,” paulie says, smiling at him and pushing the mug of coffee closer to james. “i know, james.”