famous cupcake

You Have No Idea

Originally posted by gryffinclaw-in-wilde-times

Peter Parker x Shy Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Peter and the Reader go to school together, however once Peter shows up at Stark tower, the Reader is curious as to why he is there.

Word Count: 1,930

Warnings: language, fluff, adorableness, talk of powers, annoying Tony, shy reader (bc I’m trash). (Err, that’s it?)

A/N: To the anon that requested this, I hope you like it! I sort of changed it up a little bit, so I hope you don’t mind. The length of this, I apologize, holy shit. I could not find a way to end this. *Also, the Reader’s powers are based on the character Catiana (in case you are wondering!) Please let me know what you guys think of it, I’d love some feedback. Enjoy reading!

Walking into school, you held tightly to your backpack and moved swiftly through the crowd, avoiding an “accidental” bump in with anyone that came unexpectedly.

Since you had a few minutes before your first class, you went to your locker and replaced the books in your backpack with the ones you needed today for classes.

Rolling your eyes and groaning as you picked up your heavy Algebra book, you stuffed it roughly into your backpack.

It’s not that you hated math, it’s just you weren’t that great at it, which definitely bothered you since you were in a class full of legit geniuses.

Not only did that class give you anxiety with being called on or not understanding anything, but it was also because there was one nerd who always caught your attention. The one that should probably be in college level math rather than Algebra in some high school. The one who looked so soft and cuddly. The one with the never ending collection of sweaters.

The one named, Peter Parker.

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re:quest [tension] - chapter 3

Sorry for the delay. I ended up being pretty busy over the last few weeks, plus having other translations take more priority (like the actual manga chapters and the omakes). Hopefully the next chapters won’t take as long for me to finish.

For those who haven’t read “tension”, the short story about the CCG art festival, you can read chapter 1 here. Enjoy!

(Thank you @tokyo-ghoul-out-of-context and @kanekikenunot for proofreading.)


Urie silently clicked his tongue as he heard someone call him from behind. Even without looking back at the person he immediately knew who it was.

“…(Annoying prick.)”

He turned around and sure enough, it was his classmate Kuroiwa Takeomi. Between Takeomi’s tall figure and upstanding visage, it was his honest-looking eyes that grated on Urie’s nerves the most, because they were just like the eyes of his father, Kuroiwa Iwao.

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A/N I do not own any of these gifs or images, they are just simply from Google or Tumblr. And please this is my own writing, so don’t take it for granted.
Word count: 831
You and Stiles were best friends, you have been since forever. You are Stiles girl best friend and Scott is Stiles boy best friend. You remember the day you two first met, it was in kindergarten and somehow a curly headed boy came running into you and spilling his grape juice all over your new yellow sundress, ruining your brand new dress with a massive purple stain on it. And from that day you became best friends and then also become best friends with Scott the same day, so really you three are inseparable.

You was over Stiles house with Mr. Stilinski waiting on Stiles to come home from lacrosse practice when randomly Mr. Stilinski asks you to make your famous red velvet cupcakes, and with a nod and a smile you said yes, because really you’d do anything for that man because he was basically your second father.

So here you are in the Stilinski’s kitchen making a batch of your famous cupcakes. In the middle of making the cake batter Mr. Stilinski informs you he has to head to the station and that Stiles should be home soon, telling him that it’s okay that he can trust you, because he does more than Stiles, Mr. Stilinski leaves for station, leaving you in the kitchen baking.  

In the mist of putting the cupcakes in the oven you hear the front door open and shut with the sound of feet walking in your direction.  

“Dad” you hear Stiles call out. “Oh hey Y/N” Stiles says when he notices you in the kitchen. “Dad gone to work” he asks and you nod you own head, you watch Stiles for a few seconds before he sniff the air twice and then smiles. “Red velvet” he asks with a massive grin on his tired face.  

“I was here early and waited for you, your dad asked if I could make some.” You reply as you start to clean up.

“Alright cool, I’m gonna head to the shower wash of this sweat” you nod your head at Stiles as he turns to leave. While Stiles shower you start to make the icing for the cupcakes, a classic cream cheese icing. The oven finally dings to say the cupcakes are ready so you go and take them out and start to ice them, Stiles was still in the shower or maybe out of the shower by now, but you had no clue. Just as you was about to ice the first cupcake a loud, shrilling scream leaves your lips as you jump back away from the counter, backing away from the long legged animal walking across the counter.  

In a matter of seconds pounding feet is heard running down the stairs and to the kitchen where Stiles appears in a white towel wrapped around his waist and a wooden baseball bat in his hands, ready to attack.  

“What, what is it. Are you hurt” Stiles asks you frantically looking around the kitchen and then focusing his eyesight back on you.  

“Spider” you whimper eyes wide and scared of the creature crawling on the kitchen counter. Stiles watches your shaking form for a few seconds before sighing deeply and walking closer to the counter and instantly killing the spider with some tissues. “Thank you” you whisper to him, finally able to breath now that the spider is gone.  

Stiles smiles at you before opening his mouth to talk. “Well I am your knight in shining armour” Stiles say with a terrible British accent.  

“Oh my fare knight, you saved my life from the horrendous creature. How may I repay you” you say in a equally as terrible British accent.  

Stiles smile before speaking. “You may repay me with one of those delicious cupcakes of yours, madam Y/N.”

“Of course” you say back with a slight laugh as you go and finish of the cupcakes, handing one to Stiles as soon as one was done. Stiles makes a very loud moaning noise as he bites into the cupcake, making you shake your head at his silliness. 

“A baseball bat really?” You ask Stiles while looking at the baseball bat for a second then going back to the cupcakes.

“I thought you was in danger.” Stiles exclaims and you smile, shaking your head knowing that Stiles will always have your back for anything.

“Stiles!” You exclaim as he steals another cupcake and runs of back upstairs happily munching on the food stuffed in his mouth. You shake your head and laugh while finishing the last of the cupcakes, knowing that the goof ball upstairs is your best friend and you wouldn’t change him nor Scott for the world.  

BTS Reactions To Another Member Accidentally Hitting You

Namjoon: As you arrived the boy’s practice room you heard a lot of yelling. The boys were playing dodgeball for their new BangTan Bomb. “I shouldn’t go in,”you thought. As you were about to leave Namjoon saw you waving you to come in.

You opened the door and then,“Jimin don’t throw the ball!”Namjoon yelled. You looked up just when the ball crashed to your face making you drop the cupcakes you brought in for the boys.

“That’s a waist of food!”Jin cried out.

“Way to go Jimin,”Namjoon said angrily.

“I’m fine by the way if anyones wondering,”you said rubbing your forehead.

“Not only did you ruin a good batch of cupcakes but you also hurt my jagi you’re really asking for it Jimin,”he said starting to make his way towards him.

“Hey we were playing I didn’t even she was coming,”he said backing away from Namjoon.

“Namjoon stop I have a few left in the car I’ll just go get it. Also the pain is going away it’s ok,”you said feeling worried for Jimin.

“Next time she isn’t going to save you,”he said giving him a look.

Taehyung: You were going to surprise the boys with food because they’ve been working nonstop for their comeback. “I really hope they like it,”you thought as you walked to their practice room. “I can do it blindfolded too,”you heard Jungkook say.

“Yea right,”Taehyung said as you entered the practice room not even noticing you.

“Just watch me,”he said tying his bandana on his eyes. He had a hola hop on his left leg as he started to jump around with it somehow managing not to trip over it.

“Hi guys I brought you guys food,”you spoke up.

“Ah jagiya have you been standing there the whole time? You shouldn’t have bothered bringing us food,”Taehyung said smiling at you.

“I’m hungry I don’t know about you,”Jin said grabbing the bag from you,”Thank you (Y/N).”

“I want food too,”Jungkook said he was still blindfolded as he walked towards your direction trying to take of the bandana. It got tangled in his hair and you went over to help but just then he unstuck himself but backhanded you on accident. “(Y/N) I’m so sorry I didn’t mean too,”he said wider not knowing wether to go near you or not. V watched the whole thing and just stared at him (gif).

“It’s ok Jungkook it was an accident,”you said laughing hiding your really red face.

“Kookie be careful next time you could’ve poked her eyed,”he said going over to you to see if you’re ok. “I’m fine Tae don’t worry,”you said smiling at him. “Ok let’s go eat!”he said dragging you with the set of the boys.

Hoseok: You went to practice with Hoseok because you wanted to learn the dance moves to Dope. The rest of the boys were practicing their own choreography not really paying attention to you and your boyfriend. “Ok I think I have the hang of it,”you said half believing yourself.

“Let’s see it then. After this we should get food I’m starving,”he said patting his stomach. You nodded as you started to dance but once it came to the chorus you tripped. “Let’s just go get food,”you said annoyed. “You’ll get it trust me,”he said giving you an encouraging smile.

You smiled back and remembered,”I made my famous seaweed soup!” All the boys turn to look at you once those words escaped your lips. “Thank you. Thank you,”they all said hugging you.

“I just need to heat it up a little so it won’t be so cold,”you said getting out of their grasp.

“I’ll help you,”Hoseok said opening the door. You both went to the kitchen were you started to heat up the pot of soup. “Thank you so much jagi for making us food,”he said hugging you.

“You’ve guys have been working hard on this comeback it’s the least I could do,”you said. You both waited for the soup to warm up and then called the boys in to eat. They all squeezed in the small dining room making a circle. You were sitting next to Hoseok and Jin who was excited to try your cooking.

“Can you pass me a bowl,”Hoseok asked you. Both you and Jin reached for the bowl at the same time causing him to accidentally hit you on the left side of your face with his elbow.

“(Y/N)! I’m sorry. Are you ok? Does it hurt?”Jin asked worried wide eyed.

You held your cheek,”Ah I hope I don’t have a bruise.”

Jin looked at Hoseok and he just stared at him with disgust,”My jagi makes food for us and you elbow her beautiful face how dare you?”

Jin: “Are you purposely bad?”you asked your boyfriend. He looked at you with a fake hurt expression,”Hey! I was actually trying!” You laughed,”I wonder how you dance when you don’t try.”

He pushed you playfully,”Ok that’s enough of criticizing Jin’s awful dance moves for today.”

“Jin stop flirting with (Y/N) we have to get this dance down,”Namjoon said.

“Good luck!”you said smiling brightly at him. You left practice room and went to your car where you had batch of cookies. “I hope they like it,”you thought as you headed back to the practice room. The boys were doing a lot of kicks in this choreography and you watched as Jin was struggling to keep up.

“Jin you have to do it like this,”Hoseok said. He lifted his leg and his shoe flew off hitting your face. “Hoseok!”you and Jin said at the same time. “Sorry! Sorry!”he apologized horrified.

“You are so lucky I didn’t drop these cookies. It took me a lot of time and pressure not to burn them,”you said.

Jungkook: “Namjoon-hyung can (Y/N) come watch us practice?”Jungkook asked nervously biting his lips.

“Yes she can only if she makes her famous red velvet cupcakes,”he said.

“Ok!”your boyfriend said happily as he hung up. “Jagiya you can come,”he said happily.

“He asked for cupcakes didn’t he?”you asked as you came out of the kitchen.

“Yes but you made it right?”he asked.

“Yes I did. I could be cleaning this house up for you boys but you want me to go see you guys practice. You better not get distracted Kookie,”you warned.

“I won’t I promise,”he said,”Now let’s go.” You went into the kitchen as you got the box of cupcakes as you both got into the car that was waiting. “I’m just really excited for you to see this performance because I helped with it,”he said happily.

“Is there anything you can’t do?”you asked amazed.

“I can’t bake for now I’ll probably be better than you,”he said raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t get too cocky,”you said lightly pushing him. You arrived at the studio and walked to the practice room. “Hello,”you said to the boys who replied back enthusiastically as they saw the box of cupcakes.

“If Kookie misses up I get to eat his cupcakes,”Namjoon said.

“If you miss up, which you probably will, I get to eat hyung’s cupcakes,”your determined boyfriend said. “I’ll give you one of my cupcakes Namjoon,”Jimin said laughing.

“I won’t lose I’ve been practicing,”Namjoon said confidently.

Everyone started laughing and you cut them off,”Ok I just want to see the choreo that Kookie won’t stop talking about. Plus the cupcakes are getting colder by the second.” They nodded and hurried to their places as the music started playing. Everything was going fine for about a minute until the sweater throwing part. Namjoon threw his sweater directly at you but also his keys were in it. The keys hit your forehead making a small wound.

“Well there goes your cupcakes hyung,”Jungkook said cringing as he sees the small amount of blood coming from the wound.

Yoongi: “You don’t even do anything Yoongi,”you said frustrated as you got off the car. “Yes I do last week I took out the trash,”he said in a matter of fact tone.

“Wow so hopefully,”you said rolling your eyes. You walked in with your boyfriend to the practice room. Hoseok and Jin were the only one’s in the room. “Where are the other guys?”you asked.

“They said they’re going to be running late because they’re recording,”Jin said looking up from his phone. “I still don’t get why he has a flip phone,”you whispered. “I heard that,”Jin said smiling. “Sorry,”you said smiling shyly.

“Ah you bought us something didn’t you (Y/N)-ah?”Hoseok asked noticing the bag. 

“Sandwiches because Yoongi was suppose to help me make the rest of the meal,”you said looking angrily at your boyfriend. “(Y/N) are you seriously so upset with me?”he asked laughing. “Yes I am,”you said crossing your arms.

“Stop fighting because then Yoongi is going to take it out on us,”Hoseok said frightened.

“It’s because you won’t leave me alone when I’m trying to sleep,”he said.

Taehyung came in happily,”Good morning! (Y/N)-ah you came.” 

“Hi Taehyung,”you said smiling.

“Do we bother Yoongi when he’s sleeping?”Hoseok asked.

“You wake him up the most and without even trying,”Taehyung said laughing,”Like that one time you were shooing off a fly and you accidentally slapped hyung.”

“I wasn’t trying to slap you ok it was the fly and your mouth was open what if it had gotten in your mouth,”Hoseok said.

“But your hand was so close to his face. What did you expect?”Taehyung asked. “It wasn’t even that close. (Y/N) come here so I can show them how far away I was,”Hoseok said. You went over to where Hoseok as he demonstrated the whole scene.

“No that’s not how it happened,”Taehyung said,”This is how it went.” He slapped you lightly as Yoongi laughed at your surprised face.

“Taehyung! That hurt so much!”you said wincing, pretending that it actually hurt.

He looked at Yoongi terrified,”I didn’t mean to. Please don’t hit me.” 

“I’m just kidding Tae,”you said laughing.

Jimin: All the boys were acting like fools in the practice room trying to kill time until their choreographer arrives. “Why doesn’t he come already? I want to eat (Y/N)’s vanilla cake,”Jungkook whined.

“Can’t we just eat it now jagiya?”Jimin asked you.

“No you’ll be full and then won’t work as hard,”you said.

“Just one thin slice,”he said pouting. “Stop it’s not going to work,”you said looking away.

“Stop looking away from your handsome boyfriend,”he said trying to turn your head.

“Ah Jimin leave (Y/N) alone. You’ll get to eat the cake later,”Yoongi said pulling him away.

“Suga-hyung but I can’t wait until later I want the cake now,”your boyfriend whined making you giggle.

“You’re cake is really good (Y/N)-ah,”Jin praised you eating his slice of cake.

“Jin!”you and Jimin said at the same time.

“What?”he asked taking a bite.

“You were supposed to wait after practice,”you said.

“Now I get to eat cake too,”Jimin said running over to it.

“No I get a slice first,”Jungkook said already ahead of Jimin.

“Let your hyung get his slice first,”Jimin said pushing Kookie to the side.

“Kids stop or else you’ll knock off the cake,”Yoongi said.

“I’ll go cut the cake now since Jin already got his slice even if he wasn’t supposed to!”you said looking over at guilty Jin.

“Since I’m the second oldest get out the way,”Yoongi said pushing the two away. You rolled your eyes as you gave him his slice.

“The cake is as white as you Suga,”Jimin teased him.

Yoongi took a piece of cake with his fork and tried to flick at Jimin’s face but it landed on the back of your head. “What was that?”you asked touching the back of your head. Yoongi sat down quickly next to Jin and Jimin was left distraught not knowing what to do. “Who throw the cake?”you asked angrily.

“I don’t have any cake Jagi so it wasn’t me,”he said panicking. He turned to look at Yoongi, who was ignoring him.

“Yoongi-ah!”you said going towards him.

“I’m sorry I was trying to hit Jimin,”he said hurrying to the door.

This is a drabble for @haloeverlasting based on yesterday’s real life events when I got home from work. Additionally it is soft, no smut abo for @lululawrence and @londonfoginacup. It’s 1500 words (is that really a drabble? Probably not.) So I put some under a cut.

Harry’s favorite thing to do at the end of the day was get into his bed. It was a beautiful, fluffy, white, luxurious bed. The rest of his apartment was about two square feet and he barely had room to fit the rest of his stuff, but he had his bed.

After a long, draining day of work selling tickets to ungrateful, entitled museum visitors, all Harry wanted to do was climb into the soft cloud and read or play around on his computer, and relax.

On this particular day, that was exactly what he did; pulled the covers back, plugged his dying phone into his extra long charger cord so he could flip over if he wanted to, and settled in to read the new gay Young Adult novel that was supposed to be the next big thing.

Can I lay by your siiiiiiiide…

He was half a chapter in before Sam Smith’s smooth vocals burst through the neighborhood. There were so many buildings clustered together, it was impossible for him to tell where it was coming from.

Alright, sure. Harry thought to himself. He liked Sam Smith. He didn’t love that the person was blasting it at full volume, but okay.

Once his ears had adjusted to the new disturbance in the air, he settled back under his duvet. “Lay Me Down” finished, and “Stay With Me” began.

Just the album, then. In the Lonely Hour.

Oh, won’t you staaaay with me?

Harry sighed, and picked his book up again. His reading was slower than normal, because of the distractions, so he only got a few more paragraphs under his belt before the thumping drum of “I’m Not the Only One” vibrated through the building.That was some sound system they had.

You saaaaaay I’m crazy, ‘cause you don’t think I know what you’ve done…

Fully distracted now, Harry let his mind wander. This song always made him think of the music video with Diana Agron looking every bit the fifties housewife and her gorgeous acting and eventual revenge. Genius. Maybe he should watch it.

Harry shook his head and picked up his book again. Okay. He could do this. Victorian England. Boys. Best friends on their Grand Tour of Europe.

The song faded out, and there were a few bursts of sound that indicated the person was skipping tracks. Pick one already.

Finally, a familiar piano melody began.

I heard… that you’re settled down…

Harry slammed his book shut. That was it. They brought out the big guns. Adele.

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Under the Mistletoe (Underfell Poth)

Because I love Underfell Poth

So here’s this short story for Christmas haha cringe material 

Also I saw this writing prompt: “Person A hanging 3 pieces of mistletoe in literally every room of their house because they need excuses to kiss Person B.” And I thought it was cute and because Fell!Palette is a sly bastard 

The originals won’t appear here so me and my lazy butt decided to call Fell!Goth Goth and Fell!Palette Palette because adding in the ‘Fell!’ part takes too much time

You’re welcome

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Christmas Time - Sebastian Stan x Reader

A/N: I wrote this for me and @hayleybxrnes because 1. I love her 2. I love Christmas and 3. We both deserve a cute Seb fic rn (also sorry the title is so lame but I couldn’t think of a decent one oops) (and yes I am aware it’s November but I LOVE CHRISTMAS LEAVE ME ALONE OKAY) (one more thing, this will be v short and probably have mistakes I’m sorry but I don’t have time to write a lot or check for errors DONT ATTACK ME FOR IT AHHH)

You crossed off the little box on your calendar as you padded into the kitchen. From the 1st of December you had been on a Christmas countdown, like always. You hummed you favourite festive song and slid along the tiled floor. Seb wasn’t awake yet and you tried your best to be quiet and not wake him. You knew how much filming tired him out, and you wanted to make sure he got all the peace and quiet he deserved.

You flipped the kettle on and pulled your favourite mug from the shelf, making yourself a warm drink. Your central heating had been a bit dodgy lately and it always seemed to be a little chilly when you woke up. You smiled to yourself as you took a small sip from the beverage, doing your best not to burn your tongue.

Padding into the living room, you kicked the door closed behind you and turned the TV on quietly. You flicked between channels, had a quick glance at the news, and finally settled on one of the obscure music channels that was playing some Christmas tunes. You hummed along to yourself, sipping your tea and looking through a magazine.

You made a list in your head of all the people you still needed to buy presents for. You were a bit terrible with Christmas shopping, Seb was more the prepared one when it came to gift giving. He always seemed to know the perfect thing for every person, he knew exactly what they’d like.

You heard some rustling upstairs and assumed he was awake now. You picked your phone up and texted him.

To: Seb

[Want to come bake cupcakes? 😋]

He read it almost immediately and you waited for his reply.

From: Seb

[Would love to. Be there in a min, princess 😘]

You giggled and turned the volume up slightly on the TV, bouncing around to the beat of the music. You made your way back to the kitchen as you started to get all the ingredients out. You were just pre-heating the oven when you felt a warm pair of arms wrap around your waist.

“Good morning,” Seb mumbled, his face pressing into your neck.

You turned around in his arms and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Good morning.”

Seb smiled, “Are we making your famous Christmas cupcakes?”

Every year the two of you would make these special festive cupcakes, and you would have a Christmas party so that everyone could try them. Your secret ingredient was a pinch of cinnamon, and your friends and family always said they were delicious.

“You bet,” you chuckled, leaning forward to properly press your lips into Seb’s. He hummed and happily kissed you back. You pulled away when you needed air, and turned back to the ingredients you had laid out.

“Right,” you smiled. “Let’s get to work.”


An hour later your kitchen was a mess, both you and Seb were covered in flour and the cupcakes were in the oven. You both flopped down on the sofa with a sigh, practically exhausted.

Seb pulled you into his lap.

“That was fun,” he chuckled, kissing your nose.

“It was,” you agree. “I think this is going to be one of the best Christmases ever.”

“And why do you think that?”

“Because I get to spend it with you.”


Hi! long time no fic from me, like in a year eek! lol  So this was inspired a little bit by a really good fic i read by @finn-nelson-for-the-win , also check out her fic she’s writing its very good. I was shooting for a nice cutie little fluffy Rinn fic to slowly get back into writing but instead it became a full on smutty Rinn fic I blame it on the horny dickheads and not the fact that my mind is just permanently in the gutter lol so anyway enjoy. :) tagging for smut. wc is 2,833

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ignicity  asked:


       she grew fond of her frequent visits to such a resilient town like magnolia. feeling a sense of de-ja-vu at the way a familiar voice had attempted to capture her attention, she turned curiously. surprise had befallen her features at his sudden approach, even more so upon seeing the treat he insisted she took. careful not to smash the pastry, she held it gingerly between her pale digits. eyes lit up while her face was adorned with a smile. unable to contain bright laughter, she felt her cheeks glow as she expressed gratitude.

             “      thank you, natsu-sama! this is so sweet of you. are these .  .  . polka dots .  .  . ? oh! ––––or could they be .  .  . stars?      

      although intrigued by what might have inspired such a gesture, she was delighted by his thoughtfulness nonetheless. her fingertip lightly brushed the icing along the edge before helping herself to a small taste.          mm ~ did you make this by yourself? it’s very good!  ––––i had no idea you had enact for baking.      


Playing with Fire

(Hello my dears, we have another chapter of Benny reaching out and makin’ friends in his own unique way uvu. This time it’s with The Flaming Toon himself, Johnathan! So much thanks to @themarshmellowsnowqueen for not only letting me work with her boyo and his lovely family but helping me get this giant…thing all together! This beautiful AU is also by @thelostmoongazer ! Go see their stuff! It’s beauty! ENJOY!)

If there was one thing that Johnathan could not oblige…it was snoops. Things had been going smoothly as per usual but then, something changed. There were toons wandering about in his territory that he had never seen before, playing up the lost tourist gimmick. One just didn’t wander into a mob boss’s territory without knowing where you were and it did not sit right with him at ALL. It got especially irksome when one of these said snoops got a bit too close to his main complex for his liking and he had had ENOUGH. Johnathan growled lowly as he stood in his office looking out over his part of the city, his hands clasped tightly behind his back. On his desk were scattered various folders, filled with photos of the toons that just did not belong. Closing his eyes, he rubbed lightly at the gold band on his left hand with his thumb, trying to calm the rage that was rapidly rising within him. Whoever was sending these spies was going to get a talk, a very long and dangerous talk at that.

The Flaming toon’s eyes glinted a dangerous gold as he turned and let his gaze drift over the folders, doing his best to keep himself from singeing the floor again. The last thing he wanted was for Belle to get upset with him for ruining the hardwood. He let his arms drop from his side as he flipped open the folders, glancing over the photos that had been taken. One thing that all these toons seemed to have in common was that when they removed a glove, there was a strange marking on the inside of their palm. It looked like some sort of pentacle in bright red ink and it was enough to get his hackles up. The last thing Johnathan wanted was some fanatic trying to muscle in on his turf. The frown that was etched onto his features did not change as there was a knock at his door. “Come in.” He said sternly, not taking his eyes off the pictures as he closed the folders, stacking them lightly.

As the door opened, a few of his more loyal men walked in, looking at their boss with concern. It was rare that something had gotten his goat THIS badly, but they knew that Johnathan meant business as he held out the folders to Mike, the one in charge. “Find these toons. Bring them to me.” He said with a dangerous note in his voice. “I don’t care how…I want them in enough pieces to interrogate,” Johnathan continued as he let his eyes trail over the group. They all shifted uncomfortably under that gaze, knowing just how ruthless their boss could be when it came to interrogation. Let’s just say, that they did not envy the ones they were about to collect. “You got it boss.” Mike said, giving a nod and whirling on his cohorts. “You heard the boss you mooks! Scram! We got toons to grab!” He all but shouted, herding them out of the room to leave Johnathan alone with his thoughts.

The mob boss settled heavily into his chair, his anger still seething below the surface as he looked over to the framed picture that rested nearby. Seeing the smiling faces of himself and his family helped calm the anger, but that was nothing compared to when the door opened once more. There were only a handful of people who would dare to open his office door without knocking and he lifted his gaze to see none other than Belle walking in with a bit of a concerned look on her face. “Johnathan? Sweetheart…what’s going on? I can’t say I’ve seen you send out a force like that in a while..” She asked softly as the bunny toon crossed the office and made her way to his chair. He sighed heavily and pushed back just a bit to hold one arm out for her as she settled into his lap. “There’s some f***er sending spies to scope things out and one got much too close to the safehouse for my liking. So, I’m putting a stop to it. I’m going to find out who these snoops are working for and..” He trailed off, Belle giving a soft laugh as she touched his cheek. “Show them who they’re messing with?” She offered, looking up at him in adoration. Johnathan returned her gaze with a warm look and nodded slowly, a sigh coming from him as he settled his forehead against hers gently. “That’s right…” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her lips as he held her, tempering his rage in her light jasmine perfume and the softness of her frame against his. “Thanks for coming to check on me sweetheart,” Johnathan sighed as he tucked his face into her neck, relaxing as the silky brown curls dropped his world into a comfortable darkness.

Belle hummed softly, her ears drooping in contentment as his warmth pressed through her fur, a hand coming to gently stroke over the back of his neck, pulling a soft contented sigh from her husband. “Of course Sunshine…the last thing I need is for you to catch the rug on fire again with your angry pacing.” She teased, earning a wince from him as he pulled back with an apologetic look. “You know I didn’t mean to do it..” He said sheepishly, Belle giving a warm laugh as she nuzzled his cheek. “I know you didn’t~ save your anger for when the boys come back…you’ll need it to get some answers out of those punks,” She said with a smile. Johnathan couldn’t help the soft laugh that pulled from him as he held her close, settling his chin on top of her head. “Heh, what would I do without you?” he asked softly, earning a hum from Belle as she gently settled a hand over his chest, drawing a small heart over the fine linen of his shirt. “I dunno…and I don’t wanna even think about it,” She replied softly, adjusting and kicking her feet over the arm of his chair to settle in for a nice long bout of snuggling. If she knew her husband, he was going to need it whenever the boys returned with their bounty.

As the day went on through Johnathan’s part of the city, toons were being quietly snatched into alleyways, some were cornered and none too gently knocked out as they were collected; there were six in total that had the misfortune of being curious today. The boys worked quickly and as quietly as they could. They noticed something very strange though, for enemy goons, these toons were…wrong. Most of them were terrified out of their wits as they were corralled and shoved into cars, some even cried and began to panic. One of the boys even had a guy vomit in his car from fear. They had all looked at one another curiously and then double checked the folders to make sure that they had gotten the right toons. When the pictures matched, they could do little more than shrug at one another. “Welp, Boss knows what he’s doin’..” had been the consensus as they finished their collecting and drove back to the complex. Shivering and terrified toons were dragged out of cars and herded down towards the back of the building to the holding cell. The unconscious ones were none too gently tossed in and soon the cell was secured. “Go get the Boss, tell ‘im we got ‘em,” Mike said to one of his partners. The suited toon nodded and made his way up the stairs as the captive toons shrank back nervously. “Heh, I dunno what you punks are doin’ on The Flamin’ Toon’s turf, but yer gonna learn that it’s probably gonna be th’ last mistake you ever make.” He guffawed as he turned to leave, the key ring swinging round on his finger as he went.

Through the day, Johnathan and Belle had moved about in his office, but had barely left it. Belle knew how her husband got when he was working on something important, so she brought lunch to him. Together they lounged and ate, talking quietly and laughing with one another. He was reclined with Belle laying ontop of him, playfully feeding him bits of her famous apple cinnamon cupcakes. “Aww c’mon honey…please?” he laughed, giving playful snaps after the treat while she giggled. “Well..you did say please…” She cooed, finally letting him have the small bit of cake in her fingers. He hummed in delight as he chewed, taking a small sip of his nearby wine glass. Johnathan was so grateful for her to be honest, she was the quench to his flame that helped him calm down and focus on what mattered. Though the instant there was a knock, the laugh he had died in his throat, a frown slipping onto his features. “Come in.” He replied, putting his wine glass aside. Belle blinked over and smiled to see one of their crew poke his head in nervously. “Ah! Alex! Welcome back!” She said sweetly, earning a sheepish look from the toon as he stepped in and removed his hat. “T-thanks ma’am…uh Boss? We found ‘em..they’re in the holdin’ cell right now.” Alex said as he nervously fiddled with the brim of his fedora. Johnathan’s eyes narrowed and he nodded lightly. “Get them ready for interrogation. I’ll be right down.” He said seriously as he gently disentangled himself from Belle.

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Magisterium Headcanons

If you haven’t read this series, go do that now it’s one of my favorites. These are basically if the Magisterium squad moved into an apartment together when school was over.

• Aaron is the one who sings to cheesy pop music while doing chores despite the fact that he’s a terrible singer (Call complains but secretly thinks it’s adorable)

•Havoc likes to howl along and it drives Tamara crazy when she’s trying to study new magic techniques. Jasper complains and gets hit with pillow.

•They have a chore chart, which Call complains about on a regular basis (“Even the Enemy of Death has to clean the bathrooms Call stop complaining” -Tamara)

•However, they do make sure that anything that could hurt Call because of his leg skips his section of the chore chart (“I CAN LEVITATE I’M FINE” “No Call we are not taking any risks. Remember the log incident? “ONE TIME! ONE TIME I TELL YOU!”)

•The neighbors across the hall have to be assured regularly that all of the noise is just from moving furniture. (and eventually they just figure out how to soundproof the apartment because modifying the memories of the neighbors is exhausting)

•Tamara and Jasper definitely have a prank war

•Celia finds this hilarious and helps both sides w/o the other knowing

•It turns out that Aaron and Celia are really good cooks? And Call and Tamara are once again amazed at their partner’s abilities, and definitely try to get more home cooked meals with kisses

•They totally have cooking competitions with Jasper as a judge (bc Tam and Call cannot be trusted to be fair)

•In the end Jasper is the real winner bc he got some of Celia’s famous lemon cupcakes AND Aaron’s heavenly gingersnap cookies

Preference #93: First I love you's
  • Michael: "Thank you so much for coming." You smiled while looking up at your boyfriend, Michael. You kept smiling and no matter how hard you tried not to, you couldn't stop. "You know it was my pleasure. They were delightful!" Michael exclaimed, throwing his arm over your shoulder as you both walked to his car. He had just met your entire family for the first time. Your family always did huge family reunions and your parents asked if you wanted to bring Michael, and you of course said yes. It gave you a chance to see how he would fit in with the rest of your family and he fit in so well and that made you so incredibly happy. "I think they really loved you." You grinned up at him and his lips curved upward into a smile. "Good, I was really worried your dad would hate me." He chuckled, making eye contact with you. You felt your heart flutter just by him looking at you. You have never felt that way with anyone before. It was a really nice feeling. "Hey Michael?" You stopped when you got to his car and he stood there, waiting for you to reply. You took a deep breath because what you were about to say was hard and neither of you had said it yet. "I love you." You breathed out. His eyes widened and he broke out into a smile. You felt your heart beating extremely fast. You didn't care if he said it back right now. It would be nice, but it wasn't necessary. You just wanted to let him know how you felt. Michael took a step towards you and placed his hand on your cheek, caressing it slowly with his thumb. "I love you, too, (Y/N)."
  • Ashton: You and Ashton had been together for about five months now and you still hadn't said the three magic words. He has been in love with you even before you got together, so he didn't want to rush you to say it back. You felt awful because you felt that he liked you more than you liked him, which was basically true, but you were just waiting to fall in love. You both were out at a Christmas party that your friend was hosting. Everyone was gathered around opening presents from their Secret Santa. You and Ashton were sitting next to each other and he was rubbing your leg, talking to Luke. You stared at him and watched as his lips moved when he talked and you broke out into a smile. He really was an amazing guy and the best boyfriend. You continued to stare at him and that's when it hit you; you loved him. You pulled out your phone and texted him those three words. You felt his phone buzz in his pocket and he jumped at the contact and reached for his phone. You watched ha every move and waited for him to read it. He stared at his phone and grinned ear to ear. He turned to face you and his eyes lit up. "Really?" He whispered. You nodded your head and leaned in to him, placing a kiss on on his lips. He smiled through the kiss which made you smile, too. "Yeah, I love you."
  • Calum: Calum decided to surprise you on your six month with a fancy dinner at a hotel. He knew it wasn't the big one year, but he was still wanting to celebrate it since you have out up with him longer than anyone else had before. He really liked you and he wanted to make you feel special any chance he could. He rented out a suite in a very expensive hotel and ordered room service. He ordered steak and had the food laid out on the table with candles in the middle. There were rose petals on the bed in the shape of a heart and you melted at his effort. "Calum.... This is amazing." You said as you stood in awe, gazing at the scene in front of you. You could see Calum looking at you, grinning. "Yeah, you sure are." He kissed you on the cheek and you smiled up at him. "I want to say something-" "Wow, I love you." You interrupted him and he laughed. "Hey, I'm supposed to say it first." He joked, poking your side. You giggled and followed after him to where the food was. "Well, I guess I love you, too." He joked, earning a laugh from you. You really were lucky.
  • Luke: Luke had come over to your house to help bake some cupcakes for your mom's very well known bake sale. She was out collecting neighbours and friends baked goods so she left you to make her famous chocolate cupcakes. You had baked with Luke before for fun because you both were bored, so you asked him to come over. It was basically an excuse to see him, really. You were both gathering all of the ingredients for the cupcakes. "Okay, can you grab the flour, please?" You asked him sweetly. He nodded his head and grabbed the flour. He placed it on the counter and waited for your instructions. You both began to make the cupcakes. You put all of the ingredients into the bowl. You grabbed the hand mixer and began to mix it, but you didn't look at the settings and had it up too high so the ingredients went all over you. You gasped as it happened and turned it off immediately. Luke was trying not to laugh, but he could only hold it in for so long. He bent over laughing at you and you stood there, frowning at him. "God, I love you." He laughed and you froze in your spot. He just said I love you and you didn't know what to do. He looked up and realized what he said and his eyes widened. "Oh my god, I didn't -" "I love you, too, Luke." You smiled at him and he smiled back at you. "This isn't how I wanted to say it, but the cats out of the bag now, right?" He joked. You nodded your head and wrapped your arms around him. "I don't want all of that on me, go away!" He joked pushing you off of him. You laughed and just stared at him, realizing how happy you were with him.

Truffles bounced on her hooves, watching eagerly as her mentor sampled the first of the fresh batch of muffins she’d baked that morning. Granny Smith’s home-style muffins were tricky to pull off, but Truffles had always had relative success with the delicate, finicky recipe.

“Do you love it?” The little filly beamed up at Cupcake, eyes practically glittering with anticipation.

“Hmm.” Cupcake paused, thinking.


Truffles blinked, taken aback. “But…But Miss Cupcake,” She tried, fumbling, “I’ve never met anypony who doesn’t like Granny’s famous recipe-”

“Dry.” Cupcake interrupted, turning stern eyes on Truffles. “Bland. Burned on the bottom, yet undercooked in the center. The texture is too rough, because you sifted your ingredients poorly and baked at too high a temperature. The apple pieces aren’t fresh, there are pieces of eggshell left in, and there is an overall lingering taste of liquid dish soap.” Cupcake let the muffin fall to the ground. “Unacceptable, Truffles.”

Truffles’ ears pinned back, and a childish waver entered her voice. “I-I…I’m sorry, I tried my best-”

“You failed.” Cupcake took a step forward, looming over her apprentice. “In baking, each bite is a conversation between the baker and the pony eating. An infinite amount of silent sentences can be expressed through taste alone. In your work, all I taste are insults.” Cupcake clopped her hoof against the linoleum floor, making Truffles jump. “And I will not be insulted in my own kitchen.”

“I…I…” Truffles cowered under her mentor’s glare. When her lower lip began to wobble, Cupcake’s stern expression finally fell away, and she sighed.
“Don’t cry.” She ordered, lifting Truffle’s chin with her hoof. When she spoke next, her voice was soft, gentle. “Making mistakes is necessary to learn how to avoid making them again, Truffles. Since you’ve failed so spectacularly, there’s obviously a lot we can learn here today.” She sent Truffles a rare half-smile, and Truffles shakily returned it, sniffling.

“Now, you can sit there and be content with mediocrity-” Cupcake gestured at the fallen, splattered muffin, “Or you can let me teach you how to be great.”

A blazing fire had roared to life in her mentor’s eyes, and Truffle’s felt an answering passion burst into her heart. “Yes, ma'am! I’ll do my very best, ma'am!” She snapped her hoof in a salute, only stumbling a little over her own hooves.

“Excellent.” Cupcake smiled serenely at her tiny apprentice, before weary chastisement entered her voice again. “We’ll start with learning how to properly wash out all the dish soap from our muffin tins before we bake…”

Baking is serious business to cupcake you guys
sometimes the fact that cupcake is ex-military trickles into her personality and she is very, very stern
she loves her doofy little apprentice tho, truffles just needed to stop sucking at baking first

funfact, this is the first time i’ve reduced paint tool sai’s line stabilizer to median level to do lineart. It feels a lot more natural and organic, but I obviously still need practice. I was concerned with how stiff and lifeless my lineart’s been looking lately
i should rlly be sleeping wow

always remember to clean all the soap out of your bakeware or you’ll fuck up your muffins and miss cupcake will be mad