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qvintcssence:

“Alright, bro. Suit yourself,” Mickey shrugged. “But if you change your mind, I’m here for you. It’s like I always say—together, the McCormick brothers can do anything. And I’m oldest so that means I’m always right.”

"Thanks, man," he speaks fondly, heart warm knowing that it was true, his family would always stick by him. It was an anchor that had gotten him through many years. "Yes, we can," he agreed with a small grin. Grabbing a cookie, he shoved it in his mouth, savouring the flavour. "I'll be out of there soon, hopefully."

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qvintcssence:

“Dude.” He almost laughed. “You can’t fumble in baseball,” he said, wrapping an arm around his brother’s shoulders and pulling him in. “If you bobble a ball, it’s called an error. And we really don’t need any more of those, so—good call.” 

Grinning widely, he accepted Micah’s decision and moved on. “See, that’s why I have lists,” he told him. “They’re super good to like check off and stuff. I thought you packed those, but maybe it was mom being sneaky after all.” Shaking his head, he made a mental note to give her a call when he got home. “Thanks, man,” Mickey nodded. “I can always count on you.” 

He nodded with a small laugh. "Maybe I'll have to start making some," he pondered, reffering to the lists. Afterall, maybe they would prove helpful. "Nah, it was definitely mom," he admitted. "Always!" he chirped happily. Hanging out with his brothers never failed to help his mood.

[micah-the-baking-witch]

what-the-heck-is-an-oisin:

Words could not express just how truly relieved Oisin had felt, but as Micah explained further, he frowned a bit. "Oh. Are you going to open your own place or just work somewhere else?” Oisin smiled and motioned as if he were locking his lips and throwing away the key. “Your secret is safe with me. If you’re opening your own place I could spot you what you need.” He didn’t like the idea of someone he considered a friend being unhappy in their work and would gladly spot Micah whatver he needed to achieve his dreams. Glancing to the counter, Oisin nodded. “Yeah. I’m ready. You order first.” He pulled his wallet out as he spoke, getting ready to pay once they had both ordered.

Micah looked at the other in shock, not expecting the offer. "I couldn't possibly," he told him, voice soft. "I'm close anyway. Been saving since I could get a job." He nodded and stepped up to the counter, telling the cashier his order. He stepped to the side and waited for Oisin.

[micah-the-baking-witch]

panda-hates-papaya:

Panda gave a slight nod as she concentrated on his lips, watching and interpreting as best she could before nodding. “Alright. Thanks, ” she stated while subconsciously signing her thanks as well. Hopefully, they were still open. The last thing she wanted was to try and pay for her dinner solely in quarters. Not everyone was as cool as…whoever this was. A little curious, her eyes drifted from his face to his chest, searching silently for a nametag only to find none. Did this guy even really work here? He seemed to struggle with the register and was a little too giving with the merchandise. For all she knew she had caught him in the process of robbing the place -no. That was stupid. He was probably just clueless and really hated his job. Maybe even forgetful which was why he had no name tag.

"No problem," he chirped happily, glad to at least do something good during his shift if he wasn't allowed to bake more. Remembering the small sign from the few things his third grade teacher actually taught him, he made a mental note to pick up a little ASL. If someone in their community used it to communicate, he felt the need to make it easier for them. Besides, being bilingual could possibly come in handy some other way.

[micah-the-baking-witch]

text 💬 micah

mickey: how do u know if you accidentally put a spell on someone? accidentally.

micah: Oh gods, what did you do and to who???

micah: please tell me nobody's hurt

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going-ollin:

“Oh my god, you can make flowers grow, too?! That’s some superhero shit!” Ollie’s eyes widened in even more awe. “I can make flowers grow also. But they’re not really like… flowers. They’re more like pieces of my soul that just happen to look like flowers. It’s weird, I know.” It sounded weird even to Ollie just hearing himself explain his powers. “I think I’d totally fail at potion-making since I kinda failed chemistry twice. But it’s so awesome that you’re multifaceted — I’m like a one-trick pony. I can only make people happy.” He shrugged dismissively. His eyes then shifted to the mixing bowl. “Ooooh, are you making cake? What flavour?”

He chuckled, feeling his cheeks turn a very light pink with the praise. He always did love positive attention. "Not quite superhero, but it's pretty cool, I guess." When the guy mentioned soul flowers, he looked at him with wide eyes. "Sounds... Painful?" he tried to explain with a small grimace. He would never try any kind of soul magic. "Potions are kinda my specialty- potions and spellcasting." He shook his head, "I think making people happy is pretty damn awesome though. Yea, strawberry," he told him with a grin. He adored strawberry cakes.

[micah-the-baking-witch]

xcietrox:

“Yes, please. I am actually already ready to buy it without seeing it.” He chuckled and looked at the man. “I am actually a chef. I have a culinary arts degree.” He chuckled. “So I kind of am both. Looking for a business and I can actually cook.” He teased and chuckled. “So, did you want to do anything with baking? Professionally?”

He chuckled and gave a small nod. "I'll be right back." Ducking into the back, he found the cake quickly and brought it back out. "I hope it's up to the task." He smiled at him. "That's awesome. Honestly, I'm thinking of opening a bakery in town. Something small but good, you know?" He only had a few more weeks, as long as everything stayed the same before he could quit.

[micah-the-baking-witch]

qvintcssence:

Hanging her head, Ashton couldn’t help but grin despite the unfortunate circumstance. “Well now I feel even more terrible,” she said, chuckling as that nervous, fluttering feeling built in the pit of her stomach. It wasn’t ideal, but at least the cute boy was speaking to her. “But maybe it’s not so bad,” she suggested, promptly reaching for positives. “I mean, look at it this way—you’ve only got fifty-eight minutes left.” She shrugged cutely, a timid laughter bubbling to the surface. 

He shook his head. "It's fine." Drying himself off, as much as he could, he smiled at her and chuckled. "Well, that is a good point," he agreed, eyes filled with mirth. He mind was filled with anxieties which almost all led to insecurities so he put the damp shirt back on with a small grimace.

[micah-the-baking-witch]

ofthetwistedsouls:

“Yes” they said and nodded. Just looking at him, their heart started to beat so fast and the forest started to lit up slowly due to the happiness Arion felt. Getting up, they rushed over to where Micah was, cupped his face and kissed him. Accidently pushing him back against the tree, they blushed and then calmed down, letting their lips move against Micah’s

Looking at the forest in awe as it started to light up, he almost missed the other getting up. Kissing them back, his hands moved to their hips. Smiling a little into the kiss when the other pushed him against the tree, he pulled them close. Gods, he was glad he decided to come back an apologize.

[micah-the-baking-witch]

ofthetwistedsouls:

Sitting up, they looked at him before wiping away the tears. “You didn’t mess anything up” they said and shook their head. “Because I still wanna spend time with you and stuff. Even if it hurt a lot thinking about you, I still did. Because that entire date we had was perfect” they sighed and looked down at the grass. “Really perfect” they chewed on their bottom lip. “And I really wanted to kiss you but I crossed the line and I am sorry”

Micah looked at the other shyly. "You do?" He felt his cheeks turn a light pink. "I don't think it was crossing a line," he told him, shaking his head. "I just," he paused, licking his lips. "I wasn't ready, but I am now..." He was putting himself out there in spite of his anxiety over it and the events of last time and praying to all of the gods he could think of that it went well. "I mean, if you still want to."

[micah-the-baking-witch]

I can’t use gifs again due to my stupid internet cap! So, please bear with me, I am so sorry for doing this again...

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ofthetwistedsouls:

Listening to Micah’s voice and the words that he said, they sighed softly. They had still so much to know, so much to learn about. Anxiety was clearly one of those things. They let a few seconds pass before they let their hand open up. “Stay” they said softly and turned around so that they could look at Micah. Their expression had changed from harsh and cold to soft and warm. “I don’t want you to leave again. It really hurt when you ran away because I thought that I had done or said something wrong” Arion admitted and blushed a little. “I am sorry”

He was just about to turn to leave, thinking the other was done with him the other spoke. He knew he wasn't entirely out of trouble but he felt relief flood over him. "I'm sorry I ran," his voice was soft and quiet. "You didn't do anything wrong and you have nothing to apologize for. I'm the one who fucked everything up," he told him, looking at the other with an apologetic expression.

[micah-the-baking-witch]

ofthetwistedsouls:

“Well there. It’s done. You have apologized and I don’t accept the apology” they said and then laid back down, looking up at the night sky. “So please just leave me alone. Run away like you did that night because at this point, I am used to the digusted looks on people’s faces whenever I am close” their voice started to shake once more. “I am used to people.. running away. So you can do it again” 

He flinched at their words. "I didn't... I didn't run away because I was disgusted. I ran because I was scared and a whimp and I'm sorry. But there was no disgust... I didn't want to hurt you but I did... I just, I have an anxiety disorder and sometimes when I get scared, it just.. it snowballs into an anxiety attack and I can't control it. That night.. I wanted to kiss you, I wanted it so bad but I was scared and my brain hit the big, red panic button," he tried to explain as he curled in on himself. "I don't want to run away again, but if you don't want me here, I'll leave you in peace..." he started to shuffle back slowly.

[micah-the-baking-witch]

xcietrox:

“I have not tried that before. But it honestly sounds to die for.” His mood definitely changed when he started talking about baking and deserts. A chef loved all works of art, when it came to food. “Do you make the Swirl cake yourself?” He asked, because he would honestly be amazed if the man did. “I knew what you meant.” He chuckled and laughed at what the other said and waved off. “Wow, really? Well whenever I get my own diner and cafe, I hope I get someone like you.”

"It's a pretty good cake. Do you want me to bring it out front so you can get a look at it?" He nodded with a smile. "Yup, all of the treats we sell start in the back." He relaxed when the other said he knew what he meant. "That's very kind of you. Are you a cook or just looking to own a business?"

[micah-the-baking-witch]

what-the-heck-is-an-oisin:

Looking and listening to Micah, Oisin stopped walking entirely as things clicked into place. ”Oh! I thought you meant…" He paused, realizing how wrong he was. “I thought you meant leave this world. Oh, I’m so relieved,” he shook his head as he continued to walk. “If it’s so bad why don’t you quit?” Life was too short to spend it in a soul-withering job. Smiling, Oisin gave a small nod. “No need to thank me. It’s no problem.”

"Oh my gods, no. It's not that bad of a job," he told him with a horrified look. Calming, he spoke again, "I don't have enough savings to leave yet, he admitted with a sigh. "I'll tell you more when the boss definitely won't hear," he promised. "Ready?" he asked, gesturing with his head toward the counter. "I'm fine waiting if you're not."

[micah-the-baking-witch]

panda-hates-papaya:

Told the total, Panda nodded her head and began counting out the quarters until she had enough. “Here,” she stated as she moved to scoop up what remained and returned it to her bag. Pulling the drawstring closed, she looked at the stranger curiously. “You wouldn’t happen to know where a Coinstar machine would be, would you? The ones where you put the change in and get cash in return?” As fun as a cloth bag of quarters was, it was a bit heavy and she had enough to carry with her belongings and now the small baked goods.

"Hmm," he hummed, rubbing his chin for a moment. "Well, if I'm right, there should be a bank two blocks straight that way," he pointed one way down the road, "but that way," he pointed the other way, "one block straight then hook a left- no right is another bank. I'm certain they both have them," he told her with a confident nod.

[micah-the-baking-witch]

ofthetwistedsouls:

After the whole ordeal that took place, they had stayed away from their work place. They didn’t want to make things worse. They felt so stupid and wanted to just stay in their own bubble, away from the pain and heartache. And all the god damn confusion. Laying in their favorite spot, eyes closed as they tried to sleep, they then gasped when they heard the familiar voice. Sitting up, Arion frowned. “What are you doing here?” they called out, voice shaking a little too much. They didn’t know how to handle emotions all that well.

Seeing the other sit up, he looked to his feet before looking back up into the other's gaze. "I came to apologize if you'll hear me. I understand if you don't want to, I'll leave you alone without a fight, but I would really appreciate the chance to apologize even if you don't accept it," he rambled, tugging and wringing his shirt's bottom.