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Title: Life Is Not A Piece Of Cake (Unless You’re Fucking Dean Winchester)

Written for: @rosemoonweaver‘s fic-o-ween

Rating: T

Words: 4911

Ships: Castiel/Inias, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Inias/Dean Winchester

Characters: Castiel, Inias, Dean Winchester, Claire Novak, Jody Mills,

Tags: food, baking, alcohol, accidents, enemies to friends to lovers, grumpy Castiel, enemies to friends to lovers, graphic depictions of culinary mishaps,

Prompt: Character A is in charge of bringing snacks for their child’s “fall festival” at the school/daycare/activity (such as scouts or soccer or whatever). It would be easy to just pick up soft cookies and a bag of candy at the store, but last year their archrival carved a cake to look like a real pumpkin and they’ve been insufferable about it ever since. Character A decides to make their own special fall treats for the kids and it’s definitely going to be better than their rivals. The only problem? They’re a disaster in the kitchen.

Summary: Castiel hates Dean Winchester. Not only is the man frustratingly perfect he can bake amazing cakes that look like they belong on one of those cooking shows. This year Castiel’s going to show Dean up. He’s going to bake the best desserts for his daughter’s Girl Scout party and Dean is going to be so impressed. Only Castiel is a disaster in the kitchen. 

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Under normal circumstances Castiel supposes that he and Dean Winchester could have been friends. However these are not normal circumstances. Last year Dean walked in with that fucking perfect cake shaped like a jack-o-lantern. Castiel probably would have enjoyed the cake too if it hadn’t shamed the cookies he’d brought from the nearby bakery. Yah the kids loved the cookies but the fact remained that Castiel had not baked them with his own two hands. And despite being devastatingly handsome and frustratingly friendly Dean was also apparently gifted in the baking department.

As if those few tidbits about Dean’s life aren’t frustrating enough it seems that every new piece of information Castiel learns paints Dean as even more of Disney Prince. He’s a widower and owns his own business. He put his little brother through law school. Although many of the single mothers both of the Girl Scouts and of the kids at school are constantly asking Dean out he politely declines them. He’s just so frustratingly kind. And handsome. Way too handsome for a single father who works full time. Castiel is married and shares the responsibility of raising his daughter with an amazing husband and he still feels like he hasn’t slept a full night in over a decade. His daughter’s only 7.

Earlier that fall when Castiel had run into Jody Mills he’d probably looked like a man possessed when he all but begged her to schedule him and Dean to both bring treats to the Halloween party. The Girl Scout troop leader had eyed him warily but when he’d volunteered to do extra work for every Girl Scout cookie drive she’d agreed. Who was she to refuse free help.

Now he has a plan and he’s going to show Dean up. He’s been working on it all year. His husband thinks he’s being a bit too serious about this but what does Inias know? Dean is just so aggravatingly perfect at everything and all Castiel wants to do is knock him down a peg.

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100 Dialogue Prompts: Part 3

And we did it again, amigos! 

  1. “My sock is missing.”
  2. “I must say it can be rather therapeutic”
  3. “Shit, they spotted us. Quick, put your Obama mask on.”
  4. “You raided my village, killed my parents and slaughtered tens of innocent people. I was able to forgive you for all of that-tell myself it was in your nature. But then you did something heinous. Something beyond all possible hope of redemption. You killed my dog.”
  5. “What do you mean you accidentally assassinated the Pope!?”
  6. “I would love to give a fuck about you but sadly my last one went off to war and never returned”
  7. “If you think I’ll stop my quest for world domination for a bag of cookies, you are,,, right… Now, gimme that!”
  8. “What are you doing with that rubber duckie toy– OH DEAR GOD LORD HAVE MERCY”
  9. “I’m more afraid of myself than you.”
  10. “I already told you, there’s nothing we can do about the fights. We COULD if you stopped spoiling shows and books to everyone.”
  11. “You, my friend, are the most unnecessary when it comes to your excessively sassy attitude.”
  12. “I love you.” “…..What? OH APRIL FOOLS.”
  13. “What is this, a concert for ants???”
  14. “I made it! I’m in the list! This is being a great day since I remembered it’s a Thursday, not a Monday!”
  15. “It’s not that I don’t believe you. It’s just that, well, I’ve got a sink full of dishes and a cat to wash.”
  16. “When you said i had pretty eyes i thought you were complimenting me,not trying to buy them!”
  17. “The wolves eat tonight.”
  18. “Gee, thanks for nearly killing me because of ____!” “Listen up here, are you dead? You’d better be greateful you’re still alive tou little shit.”
  19. "When you said you could fly, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
  20. “Sarah, I love you and all but hOW ON EARTH DO YOU KEEP SENDING OUR PETS TO SPACE?!”
  21. “Look, just because you kidnapped me doesn’t mean I’m going to marry you.”
  22. “How in God’s name did you even get up there?!”
  23. “I think I misplaced my right hand”
  24. “I did it! I got into university!” “That’s great! What course?” “Uh… Would it be a bad thing if I told you that… Dark magic and villainy?”
  25. “Well, it just so happens that I have been a homeless man for three years now. That must mean I’m the chosen one!”
  26. “Have your eyes always been that colour?”
  27. “I’m going to fight the sun!”
  28. “You can’t just run around punching people you don’t like, ____!”
  29. “I’m not into that kinda thing.”
  30. “Dude why did you eat all that cake on your own?”
  31. “I just wanted to know if we could use a plastic knife”
  32. “Uhhhh, guys? Don’t hate me, but I think I just released Satan”
  33. “Well, fine… Just wait a little bit before you do something stupid.” “…”
  34. “What do you mean there’s no bacon flavored ice cream!?”
  35. “What do you mean you’re my sister? I don’t have a sister!”
  36. “Why the hell do we need a duck to hunt Bigfoot?”
  37. “Oh, so you can do pink explosions too”
  38. “This isn’t my kitchen, is it?”
  39. “Ohhh, so THAT’S what you meant by ‘shooting starts’.”
  40. “ACHOO” “bless you” “Thank you, wait a minute I live alone”
  41. “Put my creepy cat in a different room? Don’t be silly! I don’t even have a cat!”
  42. “Katie, please stop shooting me with tranquilizer darts.”
  43. “Why did you think it was a good idea to only bring a potato to this heist?”
  44. “Okay, we make this promise now - nobody look at that fucking goat ever again.”
  45. “Sarah, why is the cat naked?”
  46. “Wait. You’re aroused?”
  47. “Why would that surprise you?”
  48. “It does on account of you being covered in blood. Wipe that smile off your face. You look like a cat in heat.”
  49. “okay so let me get this straight, you’re not actually my long lost twin…” “yes.” “…because you’re me from another dimension” “…yes.”
  50. “I’m sorry, but did that thing just talk?”
  51. “I thought we promised to never speak of that incident again!”
  52. "Sweetheart”“Yes dear”“Some of your morally challenged friends are trying to kidnap me again.”“And?”“And!?”“You’re a big girl, you can take care of yourself.”“Of course I can, but the gesture would have been nice!”
  53. “how many epilepsy pills can you take before you overdose?” “Just one or two.” “I’m gonna have to call you back.”
  54. “…I was GOING to ask why there’s a pink goo all over the kitchen floor but I think that can wait whilst I ask what the FUCK IS GOING ON?”
  55. “For the last time, can you stop calling that thing 'human’”
  56. “Okay, that is a seriously dodgy looking hat-are you certain you’re right about this?”
  57. “Really Darling, you can stop trying to scream, we’ve already espablished that no one cares and it’s giving you unflattering lines on your forehead.”
  58. “_______, why am I on the ceiling?”
  59. “What the heck happened while I was at the store?
  60. "What the actual fuck!” “I did warn-” “Yes I know you said you were crazy, but this…. This is…” “Just another Tuesday. Oh we’re late for tea!” “With who?!” “With the Queen of course, who else?”
  61. “Despreate times call for cows.”
  62. “Did you burn the last piece of toast again?”
  63. “You didn’t TELL me there’d be free food!”
  64. “Did Jesus really die for this bullshit?”
  65. “Do you want the apocalypse?!! Because that’s how you get the apocalypse!!!”
  66. “Goddamit, I’m dead again aren’t I? How the hell did I do it this time?”
  67. “Dude, no.”
  68. “I may be a horrible person, but at least I am an honest one.”
  69. “I told you, I dress to kill, now fetch me my fancy stilettos, mama’s gonna slay tonight!”
  70. “I left the room for 3 minutes and you really want to tell me you started a war with every single planet?” “Well, I told you 3 months ago to not leave me alone.” “And I told you I have to use the bathroom 3 months ago!”
  71. “Wow, only took 3 minutes to destroy the world.” “Let’s see if I can do it in 2!”
  72. “So… Wh-Why- How did you flush the duck down the toilet?”
  73. “dude. i liked that carpet. do you know how hard it is to wash bloodstains out of carpets.”
  74. “Don’t worry, it’s much worse than it looks.”
  75. “What are you doing ___?” “I’m camping.” “No you’re beside tree with a blank-” “CAMPING”
  79. “What the hell kind of scream was that? And how did you make it?! ”
  80. “Hey, uhm… Hate to interrupt your conversation, but why the fuck is there a giraffe on the soup aisle”
  81. “You mean to tell me that somebody decided it was a good idea to cross plums and apricots, but nobody can figure out why my cat has RABBIT ears?”
  82. “Sorry but um… why is there a fox and a bear singing Ooh la la by Britney Spears on the balcony? And where is my chicken, Pudding?!”
  83. “Where did you get LIGHT-UP COMBAT BOOTS? THEY CHANGE COLOR?!”
  84. “So you’re telling me there was a genie trapped in that can of soup? And you accidentally ATE THE GENIE?!”
  85. “Listen…don’t take this the wrong way, but…I love the OTHER you better.”
  86. “Tell me why,  exactly, did you need the rubber chicken? ”
  87. “Look, I’m not a liar, alright?  And I ain’t overdramatic or hyperbolic or whatever else you wanna call me.  So when I say I would sell my soul for a pancake right now, I mean I will literally sell my soul for a pancake right now.  And maybe a million dollars.”
  88. “Wait a second, you’re telling me that….. YOU’VE BEEN DATING SATAN BEHIND MY BACK FOR FOUR WHOLE YEARS?!!!”
  89. “Well dad did say he would be gone for five days…what the hell? Let’s go to the corner store!”
  90. “Why did you buy 74 melons?!”
  91. “Where’s the toaster?” “It’s in the kitchen… Why do you have a fork?” “K, thanks.”
  92. “Death, out of all the things in this world, why are so afraid of ____?”
  93. “This floor is like my life; Cold and Hard.”
  94. “So you’re telling me that I am the only thing that is preventing a Third World War, right?” “Yeah, pretty much.”
  95. “I don’t know your name and you don’t know mine but I promise it will turn out okay.”
  96. “Little did you know, they were slowly turning into werewolves.”
  97. “Umm… I may have possibly accidentally blown up another planet”
  98. “I told you not to do that… now look, you’ve lost your hand!”
  99. “Every time you speak I literally die a little”
  100. “One baby soul please, Adult souls give me gas!”

“I need you, yes you (you should feel targeted), to come up with a new dialogue prompt for part 4 and leave it in the comments below. It’s fun and the first 100 replies will make the next list. As always, one prompt per amigo and don’t forget the doubles quotes “”. Pantoffel” (Click here for part 1 and here for part 2)

Taako’s Elderflower Macarons

As it may be glaringly obvious now, we started listening to The Adventure Zone on the drive down to Dragon Con. This in turn has inspired us to start D&D ourselves…we may have made a grave mistake. D&D is like that nerdy precipice where - once you go over - there’s no going back. We’re all lost causes once you start rolling those dice and making perception checks.

Recipe is below the cut.

-MJ & K

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Dex walks into the Haus, grocery bags in one hand and his keys in the other. The keys he leaves on the table next to the door, and the bags he brings into the kitchen to start unpacking. The rain outside patters steadily against the window over the sink, and the smell of the old wooden Haus in the rain makes Dex homesick.

Bitty’s out of town for the long weekend, so Dex takes advantage of the empty kitchen to whip up some cookies. The recipe is a long-held family secret, that Dex thinks was really just taken off the back of some M&Ms bag about ten years before he was born, but they come out soft and sugary and they’ve made four different people fall in love with Dex when he’s made them, so he doesn’t think the true origin really matters.

They hardly take twenty minutes to make and bake, and soon Dex is pulling the first batch out of the oven to cool on top of the stove. He goes through the monotonous movements of balling up the dough, pushing a few M&Ms into them, and exchanging that tray with the one that’s in the oven. He runs out of trays after a bit and has to slide the cookies onto cooling racks to make room, in between washing the kitchen tools he used to make them in the first place.

After the very last batch has gone into the oven and half of the finished cookies have finished cooling, Chowder and Farmer come downstairs and sample a few, having been lured by the smell. Dex flushes, pleased and pink, with their mhmm sounds and praise, and the warmth of it sits in his stomach even after they return to Chowder’s room.

He nibbles on a few cookies of his own as he finishes up cleaning and then grabs some containers to keep the cookies in. Just as he straightens up from getting them, Nursey comes in, damp with the rain and tired around the eyes. Junior year has hit them all a bit too hard, and Nursey, struggling with the added load of writing his first novel, has been run-down for weeks.

“Bitty back?” Nursey asks, taking a cookie from the pile on the counter.

As he takes a bite, Dex says, “No. Just got homesick, wanted some cookies.” He shrugs. “Family recipe,” he adds, quirking his smile a bit to the side, the way his whole family does.

Nursey chews, his eyes lighting up as he tastes Dex’s creation, and the warm feeling returns in Dex’s stomach. Those eyes, Nursey’s eyes, are every type of green Dex ever saw in Maine. The forest green of the trees, mossy and breathtaking. The misty sea foam of a rough day on the water. Bright grass under bare toes on a hot summer day, playing tag with his cousins. Sea glass, worn smooth by the unrelenting wash of the waves.

Those eyes, the cookies, this Haus soothed by the rain, it all makes Dex so homesick that he hardly notices that Nursey is falling in love.

“Hmm… I’m gaining weight and I don’t have real friends. I should stop eating too much and go out socializing more”
She said while opening a new bag of cookies and pressing play on her computer to watch various kpop groups on crack on youtube.

pidge is the type of kid who brings drinks and food into her room and leaves them there until there are 40 empty cups piled up on her nightstand, water bottles thrown around the room, trash can overflowing, plates crusted over and balanced precariously on top of a lamp, and a dirty sock shoved inside a half-empty bag of cookies


Prompt: Hello, please do an imagine where batsis is always sacrificing something for her family even if it costs her and the one time she needs them to do the same they do the same (ex. Their is someone she sees as a child and begs her family to help them but they don’t and that person dies). This ends up causing her to turn on them.

Requested by: ANON

    You tear open the bag of cookies with a viciousness that would surprise most people. You kick off your shoes, and purposefully leave them in the kitchen, before trotting into the entertainment room. You find the worst and bloodiest movie you can, pop it in, and hit play. You munch on your cookies, take sadistic glee in the demise of the stupid teenagers in the horror film and order Thai food.  

    The sound of shoes and talking hits your ears as you exchange one horror movie for another. You’re too mad to say hello, instead you plop back down open a soda and hit play. When you hear the talking over your movie you turn the sound up, and after giving it some thought you lock the door.

    You listen as they try opening it. And you ignore them when they start calling your name. Once again you turn the sound up. You only pause when you get a text from the delivery driver. Reluctantly you get up unlock the door, and pass by the men in your life without saying a word.

    You ignore all the questions, smile as you open the door and pay for your food, before tipping the driver generously. You pass by them again to the kitchen. You lay your food out, put together a plate, and you slap Damian’s hand when he reaches for one of your spring rolls.

    “My food not yours. Touch any of it and die.”

    You can feel shocked gazes on you, and you turn your glare on Alfred when he clears his throat. You can see the surprise on his face. You never look at him like that, but right now he’s one of them. “I was going to prepare dinner Ms. Wayne.”

    “I’m good. As you can see.” Without another word you return to the entertainment room. You can’t stop them from following you. You wish you could but you can’t. After several minutes Dick asks, “Is something wrong?”

    You consider playing it off, instead you pause the movie, set your food to the side and reach for the ridiculous hat you’d worn most of the day. You throw it right at his face. You feel your anger spike when he catches it. You see the realization in his and your brothers’ eyes at the sight of it.

    You hear Jason curse, as they all scramble to apologize you, you glare at them before yelling, “GET OUT!”

    You see them hesitate, before they decide to stand their ground. With a growl you take your plate and leave the room, before heading towards the stairs, “Ms. Wayne no food upstairs please.”

    You don’t even bother looking back, “Oh bite me Alfred.”

    “YN!” You wince as your father yells your name before turning to face him. “Apologize.”


    You watch his brow furrow, “What the hell has gotten into you?”

    You watch Dick pass him the cap, you watch his eyes widen, and then Alfred’s, “Oh baby.”

    “No.” You stop him before he can start, “No oh baby. I have sacrificed everything for this family. Birthdays, holidays, vacations, nights out with friends, a social life and all I ask for is one thing, for you ALL to be at my graduation. I became a doctor today, a profession I chose because of you all, and none of you were there. Not a one. I looked out into that crowd and none of you were there. So screw you, but I’m hurt. Because this is not my fault, and I am allowed to feel mad.”

    And without another word you make your way upstairs to your room.

Eat my cookie? Eat ALL the cookies.

So this happened a couple years ago when I was still an intern at my current workplace. All the interns worked in a shared cubicle space and this one girl, lets call her Jen had a roommate (Tracy) who was super sweet.

One morning Jen comes in with a huge bag of homemade cookies which she proceeds to eat with enthusiasm throughout the morning, doling out a cookie here or there to the cuter guys in the office.

At lunch some of us (minus Jen) go out to the park to eat and talk and Tracy shows up and as were eating asks us how we liked the cookies.

Obviously we were confused: what cookies?

Tracy had baked that huge bag of cookies Jen was munching on with the intent that they get distributed through the intern cubicle. Aw. Hell. Naw.

Rather than confronting Jen about it, for the next two months I came in early every morning and left a big fat Tim Hortons cookie on her desk. On the mornings I couldnt come in, I arranged for a co-worker to do it for me.

She ended up gaining a couple pounds from the whole affair and eventually she cried.

Moral of the story is dont eat my fucking cookie Jen.

Kiss the Girl

Originally posted by katarinadreams92

Carlos DeVil x Reader

Kiss the Girl

Prompt: Could I request an imagine with Carlos from Disneys descendants where he uses one of Mel’s love potions to make you fall for him since you’re from Auradon and he doesn’t think you’ll go for someone like him

Note: Aaaaaaaah that’s really cute. I loooove Carlos and I’ve really been in a Descendants mood since Ways to be Wicked and What’s My Name came out.

Warnings: None??

Word Count: 742

“I need a favor.” Carlos approached Mal with a fair amount of uncertainty. At this point, he wasn’t even sure he wanted to go through with his ridiculous notion anymore. Sure, he wanted to date you, but using a love potion…he wasn’t so sure. Maybe this was a bad idea.

“With what? Your love life?” Mal didn’t even bother looking up from her book.

“How did you know?”

“Evie told me. All right, who is it? Spill.”


“Ariel and Eric’s kid,” Mal stated in disbelief and looked up at her friend. Carlos smiled sheepishly. “Well, I see why you’re here.”

“She’d never go for a guy like me. I’m just a VK.”

“You’re right. You’re just a VK. A VK that’s about to get the girl.”


Carlos found you sitting at your favorite part of the courtyard: in front of the fountain. You often sat here with your friends, but today you were there alone, watching the water. Carlos cleared his throat, took a breath, and then sat down beside you.

“Hey, (Y/N),”

“Oh, hey Carlos!” You turned around to face him. His heart raced. Practicing this in his head and in front of his mirror was entirely different than actually sitting in front of you. He felt like Evie’s mom about to offer Snow White a poisoned apple. And while this wouldn’t send you into a death sleep, it was still magic.

Maybe he shouldn’t go through with this. Mal glared at him from behind a nearby tree. Right. He shouldn’t waste magic either. He had come this far, he may as well go all the way.

“So, Jay and I were baking cookies, and we were wondering if you wanted some?”

“What kind of cookies?”

“Chocolate chip.” He held up the plastic baggie.

“Thanks, Carlos, that’s really sweet of you.” You accepted a cookie and took a bite. It was warm and chewy and the chocolate just about melted in your mouth.

“H-how are they?”

“I think…I think this is the best cookie I’ve ever had.” You couldn’t explain the feeling that washed over you. It was a sort of euphoria. Your vision was fuzzy, your hearing was muffled, and for a few long moments, all you could think about was Carlos.

When had he gotten so cute? Had he always been this attractive? No, you would have noticed.

Suddenly, your senses returned to you, and Carlos was still there, a mix of concern and guilt strewn across his handsome features.

“What’s wrong Carlos?”

“Are…are you okay?”

“I feel…Great. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good in my entire life. Carlos, have you always been this handsome?”

“Um…yes?” He hesitated, hastily stuffing the rest of the cookies back into his bag. If one bite had done this to you, there was no telling what the rest of them would do. You slipped your hand into his, intertwining your fingers. “So do you want to go see a movie or something?”

“I’d love to.”


The love spell lasted about a week. When you finally woke up from it, your feelings for Carlos had definitely dulled a little. You weren’t obsessed with him anymore. But, you had always harbored a crush on him, he had just been too timid to ask you out because…well, you weren’t sure why. He had relied on magic when he could have done it without the aid.

You approached him at lunch. He was sitting with Jay, Mal, Evie, and Ben.

“Carlos, we need to talk.” You offered a small smile. He nodded, folding up his lunch box before getting up to follow you. Once you were out of sight of the others, you hugged him, taking him by surprise. Hesitantly, his arms wrapped around you.

“What’s this about?”

“I know you spelled me.” When the words came out, you only hugged him tighter. Carlos’ heart raced. This was it. It was over, then. You wouldn’t want him anymore. “But I liked you before the love potion, and I still like you now.”

“You…did. You do.” He paused. “This is news to me. So…you still want to go out, then?”

“Yes, Carlos, I still want to go out with you.” You pulled away to look at him. Even without the love potion filtering your sight, he was still just as handsome as you remembered. Your eyes flicked down to his lips. You wondered if they were as soft as they looked.

They were.

Tagalong Cookie Cupcakes

Yields 2 dozen

The things you’ll need

  • 1 1/3 cups all purpose flour
  • 2/3 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
  • 1 ½ teaspoons baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon baking powder
  • ½ teaspoon ground cinnamon
  • ½ teaspoon salt
  • 1 1/3 cups granulated sugar
  • 2/3 cup firmly packed light brown sugar
  • 4 large eggs
  • 1/3 cup water
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
  • 1 cup sour cream
  • ¼ cup vegetable oil
  • ½ cup peanut butter chips
  • 1 cup butter, room temperature
  • 2 cups creamy peanut butter
  • 4 cups powdered sugar, sifted
  • ½ teaspoon salt
  • 2 tablesooons vanilla extract
  • 8 tablespoons heavy cream
  • Large mixing bowl
  • Medium mixing bowl
  • Spatula
  • Hand mixer
  • Whisk
  • Cupcake Tray
  • 24 red silicon cupcake liners
  • Cutting board & knife
  • Tagalong cookies
  • Decorating bag fitted with #809 tip

Let’s get started!

  1. Preheat oven to 325°F.
  2. In a large bowl, whisk together flour, cocoa powder, baking soda, baking powder, cinnamon, and salt. Whisk in both sugars until evenly combined.
  3. In a medium bowl, whisk together the eggs, water, and vanilla. Whisk in the sour cream and oil.
  4. Make a well in the center of the flour mixture and pour in the sour cream mixture. Stir until well combined (do not over mix).
  5. Gently fold peanut butter chips into the batter.
  6. Line a cupcake tray and fill two-thirds full with batter. Bake for 18 to 20 minutes.
  1. Beat butter until smooth and then mix in peanut butter.
  2. Slowly add powdered sugar and beat until smooth. Scrap down sides as needed.
  3. Add in vanilla and salt and then beat in cream until frosting is smooth and fluffy.

Time to decorate!

  1. Cut each Tagalong cookie in half.
  2. Scoop frosting in decorating bag fitted with a #829 tip.
  3. Once cupcakes are completely cool, pipe two swirls of frosting on top of each.
  4. Top with a half of a Tagalong cookie.

I just have this HC in my head and- 

  • Like Jack and Bitty have just come out and obviously there are mixed results
  • Like mostly good, the Falcs are great and supportive, so are the majority of fans 
  • But sometimes they get these players that obviously don’t like it
  • Sometimes it’s just faces and glares
  • Sometimes it’s checks that are aimed at Jack throughout a game, regardless of whether or not he has the puck
  • And sometimes it’s subtle in chirps, or not sometimes not so subtle 
  • 80% of the time it ends in most of the Falcs dropping gloves
  • Then the Falcs and the Aces are playing a game
  • And one of the Ace’s says something to Jack, calls him a slur and mocks him
  • Before the other Falcs have a chance to react Kent drops gloves and is on him 
  • And that’s how Kent ended up with four pies, three bags of cookies and a basket of Danish pastries arriving at his door one day

I was tempted to write this but I have no time so instead take my little list of how it went down 

bonus for you patater ho’s : It’s a media circus and that’s essentially how Kent came out. Tater soon follows him in coming out by kissing him right there on the ice

💛good kid memories!💛

💙old pokemon vhs tapes
💛wendys kids meal chicken nuggets
💙juice boxes
💛watching elmos world
💙scented markers
💛decorating cupcakes
💙taking pics of my stuffed animals
💛watching pbs sprout all day long
💙cd rom computer games
💛rereading worn down picture books
💙sitting in the grass under trees at recess
💛root beer float parties
💙light up tinkerbell shoes
💛red and blue 3d glasses
💙aquarium touch pools
💛bean bag chairs
💙cookies and milk

Opposites Attract

Originally posted by coovira

Warren Peace x Reader

Opposites Attract

Author: Morgan

Note: What is my deal with leather jacket-wearing bad boys named Warren???

A stupid crush. That’s what it was. A stupid crush on the head cheerleader. He didn’t stand a chance. She was a goody-two shoes, a preppy pink princess, and Warren was…well, Warren. Surely she didn’t want to date some hothead like him.

Working at the Paper Lantern had some perks. Free Chinese food and fortune cookies whenever he wanted it. But another perk was that it was her favorite restaurant. He’d watch many of her dates go south, sometimes helping her escape through the back door. It was the little things he did that made her smile. He would slip an extra fortune cookie in her bag or even just smile, and it made her feel like she would melt into a puddle.

You were sitting in your favorite booth by the corner, stirring your straw around in your drink, waiting for your date to get here. You had been waiting for three hours, but, you didn’t want to give up on him. One more hour. Then you would leave.

“Hey.” Warren sat across from you.

“Hey.” you sighed, shoulders slumped.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. I guess.”

“What’s wrong.”

“Date stood me up.” you told him. He nodded.

“I thought so. Here.” he pressed a fortune cookie into your hand. You offered a small smile. Warren just now noticed the red in your eyes from crying.


“You’re too good for him, you know. Whoever he was. If he doesn’t put forth the effort to treat you like the princess you are, he doesn’t deserve you.”

“Thanks, Warren.” you sniffled, wiping your tears on a napkin.

“Don’t mention it.” Warren snapped, the tip of his finger producing a small flame, and lit the lone candle sitting on the table.

“Do you, uh, could you keep me company? If it’s not too much trouble…”

He took a glance around the nearly-empty restaurant. It didn’t seem like his help was going to be needed any time soon.



When you decided to leave, Warren insisted on clocking you out and walking you home to make sure you made it there safely. You faced him on the front porch. Out of nowhere, you hugged him.

“Thank you. For tonight. You turned a disaster date into a nice night.” you told him. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you.

“How about next time I take you somewhere other than my workplace?”

“Are you asking me out, Mr. Peace?”

“Um, yeah. I guess. If you want or whatever.” he shrugged, cheeks burning bright red. You stood on your toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek. You swear you saw steam rise from it.

“See you at school, Warren.” you sauntered into the house. “I don’t have any plans this Friday night.”

“I’ll pick you up at 8,” he smirked, trying to shake off the giddy feeling inside of him, but you could see right through his tough-guy act.

“It’s a date.”