so this is love.

she spends nights dreaming away of a love that will rescue her.

[mirandc]

emma carstairs ––- thcdreadless:

“I’m not really very good with entertaining people…” Emma bit her lip desperately trying to think of something that might work for her. “Usually a cold shower wakes me up pretty well. I don’t drink coffee but I see you have enough of that…” She scrunched up her face in thought, but then realised, she didn’t even know why this girl was so desperate to stay awake. After the recent events and her remembering who she is, she assumed it must have been something to do with her real identity. “What about sugar? Maybe a cupcake or something?” She smiled hopefully. Now she was just trying to talk as much as possible, in hopes that that alone would be enough to keep her awake. “Wait, why don’t you talk to me? Tell me who you really are. It might keep your mind working enough to keep you awake.”

“it’s okay, you can try,” she chuckled. “i know it’s asking a lot, but i’m running out of options,” aurora frowned. she looked at the blonde and smiled sadly, “i have eaten all the desserts i could from my own patisserie, and it is good for the first few hours but then it’s wearing off and my exhaustion is growing even worse,” she sighed at the end, it was like running out of options. she wondered if the hospital could give her a shot of adrenaline or something like that. “okay...well, i’m aurora. i was cursed by maleficent before this curse was put on every one of us here. i was supposed to fall asleep until true love’s kiss woke me up, but instead this curse woke me up which means that maleficent’s curse is not yet complete,” she talked without stopping, trying to get herself to stay awake. “i don’t know what sleeping will do to me, but i’m not taking any chances. i don’t want to fall back asleep without waking up.”

[mirandc]

evie grimhilde ––- diiscotheque:

“miranda.. ?” evie quietly said, gently resting a hand on her friend’s shoulder. it felt odd to use that name - since it probably wasn’t hers. but at the moment, she didn’t know what else to call her. it had been a long day, filled with people waking up from the curse, but no one seemed to quite as drained as aurora did. she sat down in the empty chair next to the blonde, soothingly caressing her forearm before taking her hand. “hey,” evie said. “okay, okay, we’ll talk ! so talk to me and tell me what’s going on ?” 

aurora chuckled slightly at the name she called her with. “it’s aurora,” she corrected with a soft and sleepy smile. the princess held her friend’s arm tightly, like she was holding onto reality. “i don’t know. i’m just scared; i’m not supposed to be awake; and i don’t mean from this curse, from the first one. maleficent cursed me to sleep and i woke up because of this curse, so my first curse was not yet broken,” she said. “i don’t know for sure what will happen if i fall asleep ––- but one thing i do know is that i don’t want to fall back into maleficent’s curse before i know i can find someone to get me out of it. and if i fall asleep, i’m afraid i won’t be able to wake up.”

[mirandc]

resting her elbows on top of the bench, aurora raked her fingers through her hair. she was exhausted; ever since the memories of the entire town came back, including hers, aurora had been feeling so tired and worn out. she knew that it must be the curse taking a toll on her ––- it was incomplete because phillip has yet to come and save her and she should not have been awake. she was exhibiting the signs of a person who has lacked weeks ––- or more accurately, years ––- of sleep. however, the blonde was terrified to go to sleep. she was afraid that she might fall back into the curse, and there was no sign of phillip ––- or her true love ––- anywhere near, and she could not risk never waking up again.

“oh god,” she muttered into her hands. she peered at the third cup of coffee she was about to have, but could not bring herself to drink it as she hated the way it tasted and it felt worse drinking the caffeine. “can you please talk to me or entertain me, or just do anything to keep me from dozing off, please? you can’t let me fall asleep.”

[mirandc]

emma swann ––- diiscotheque:

as the purple fog faded, and emma swan was left there - confused and standing on the sidewalk. she glanced around with a lost expression, her mouth slightly agape with disbelief as she tried to find her bearings. when it became obvious that she had been victim to yet one more curse, she reached up and pinched the bridge of her nose. “seriously !? another curse - again !?”

miranda desperately needed answers; she needed to find someone who could explain to her what was going on. she was just woken up from layers of curses that it took her a while to comprehend some things. “i’m sorry, did you say curse? like maleficent?” she asked, knowing well that the person bad enough to be able to cast a curse this bad was her.

[mirandc]

annabeth chase ––- hvmcnisms:

“oh my gods –” annabeth’s eyes widened as the fog dissipated, glancing down before her. on the pavement lay her magic yankees cap ( y’know, the cool one that can turn her invisible ) and her drakon bone sword, all polished and pretty. “oh, hades yes,” she exclaimed, expression brightening with excitement as she picked up her two prized possessions. she’d wished that her camp necklace had appeared, but maybe that would show up later. “hey,” she spoke to the person closest to her, wanting to have a bit of fun. consequences be damned right now. “wanna see something cool?”

to say she was disoriented was an understatement; aurora could see her life flash before her eyes. everything about maleficent and her prince who should have came to her rescue when maleficent’s curse was cast. instead, she woke up in another curse one day as miranda aldaine. someone completely different from who she was originally. she was still letting her memories come to her when the woman called out for her. “um...” aurora wanted to have some time for herself, but she was also unable to refuse the offer, curious. “sure...what is it?”

[mirandc]

jack jack parr ––- seashcres:

as the fog settled, jack jack was fully prepared to leap into battle. she wasn’t sure what was going on, but knew she had to find her own family of supers. she wasn’t sure anymore who she was, but knew that her mom and dad would have to have an explanation. perhaps it was another one of screenslaver’s elaborate tricks - or maybe it went deeper than that. she didn’t know what else to do but to look around town for her family. as she went for a walk, she felt her powers coming back to her. she still didn’t have much control over them, and accidentally ignited a bush on fire with laser eyes. “  ohnoohnoohnohno, “ she muttered, trying to stomp it out before it hurt anyone else.

aurora was confused. when the fog hit, her entire body felt like it was sleep-deprived. like she should have stayed home instead of being out and about in the patisserie. it all made sense to her now; her brain was recalling every images more vivid than her usual dreams and suddenly she remembered who she was; she remembered things she never remembered. as she stepped out of her patisserie and into the streets, the princess jumped as a bush ignited on fire and a laser came close to her ––- causing her to instantly duck to save her head. “what was that?” she asked to the person who seemed to be the source. “are you okay?”

[mirandc]

summer loren ––- fairvercna:

“blueberries, huh ?” summer asked, eyes curiously shifting towards miranda and the creation she was working on. she mulled over every option but only one thing was obvious to her: she didn’t know what she wanted. and if you knew summer, you’d know that wasn’t at all surprising. “you have seriously gone blueberry insane !” summer laughed. “but now that you mention it.. i don’t think i’ve ever even had one.” 

“i probably have!” she chuckled. “it’s just this dream last night, it was so vivid i could probably taste the blueberry in my mouth. i knew i just had to make them today and i can’t help putting it as the specials for today.” the girl clapped her hands together but away from her customer to get rid of the flour on her hand. “so which blueberry dessert do you want for today?”

[mirandc]

sawyer yang ––- fcvltedstcrs:

honestly it was the smell of baked goods that had sawyer walking through the door. he’d always been weak for sweets – his mother could attest to that fact given that whenever she made cookies or cupcakes and sawyer was around they never lasted longer than a day or two. so a patisserie? just after getting his paycheck? probably not the best of ideas but sawyer hadn’t exactly been planning on it. “oh, that’s fine. i probably shouldn’t actually buy anything…” now that he was through the door though it was infinitely harder to say no. “but what about those specials you were talking about?”

the girl raised her eyebrow at him, “are you on a diet?” she asked. the girl smiled in amusement; he didn’t look like he needed a diet, so it was more like a joke on her end. “well, as you can see right here...” she gestured towards her blueberry pie. “everything today is about blueberry. all the blueberry desserts you can think of,” she said. “i’m sure you can slip a slice of blueberry cheesecake or two and it won’t even add a single digit to your scale,” miranda joked again.

[mirandc]

sage white ––- seashcres:

sage also had strange dreams that put a taste for something in her mouth. she knew these strange dreams were more than just her mind at work - it was memories of her past self. ever since she met malcom - the apartment manager at her apartment complex - the dreams of her past life seemed to come back vividly. sage was a cynic and thought that it was just because he was scottish - not because he was, in fact, the jamie she had been looking for. even after traveling through time in her pre-curse life, she still didn’t believe in fate or the universe granting people things. after all, she had a very scientific and academic mind. 

the fresh smell of blueberries filled the room as she walked into the bakery. “ oh my, it smells delicious, “ she murmured to herself. her eye immediately went to the pastry case and an involuntary smile grew on her face. it was impossible not to smile when faced with such delicious looking pastries. “ oh no worries! take your time, “ sage answered with a smile. 

miranda cutting the pastry into stripes and arranged them to make the lattice top for her pie. it was an intricate task, because miranda always wanted them to be evenly spaced. she could not stand it when there’s a section that is smaller or bigger than the other. so she tried her best to make them look perfect. as soon as she was done, she brushed her hand on her apron, removing the flour from her hand.

“are you looking for something sweet, or something savoury? because if you want something sweet, our specials would be perfect for you, since it’s blueberry-themed.”

[mirandc]

anya montgomery ––- prettypoisons:

“oh, really ? so you’re manning this whole place.. by yourself ?” anya asked, glancing around. the very thought of working alone was enough to send a shiver down her spine. she loved the pizzeria she worked at but she would probably lose her mind if her coworkers pulled the same crap with her. “if i was the only one at my job, it would probably go up in flames. but sure, i’d love to hear some specials. especially the chocolate ones.” 

“well, i still have my bakers in the back, so i’m not completely alone, but in a sense, you can say that,” she chuckled. miranda rolled out a thick dough to make them flatter, so that she can cut them to strips for the lattice top of the blueberry pie. “oh too bad, our specials are blueberry-themed today. but of course, you can still order chocolate desserts off our menu. i was just in the mood for blueberries today.”

[mirandc]

orion montgomery ––- hvmcnisms:

“uh-huh,” orion answered absentmindedly, feverishly trying to finish up an email, praying to the gods that she’d caught all of her spelling errors. almost done…there! she pressed send, finally glancing up at miranda, confusion dancing in her eyes. “m’sorry, i wasn’t listening. that’s my bad. did you say something about being special?” she really should have been paying attention, but that email had been important.

miranda raised her eyebrow as she was being ignored; not that she was offended or anything, but she wondered if the girl was even listening to what she was saying. she chuckled a little, “that’s alright,” she shook her head a little. “i was just asking if you would like to know our specials for today, or did you already have something you want to order in mind?”

[mirandc]

caspian warren ––- caffeinated-archer:

The smell of freshly baked pastries greeted Caspian as he turned around the corner, his stomach rumbling in reply. Well, guess I’m having pastries for lunch. Caspian thought as he hoisted the strap of his shoulder bag back in place. He smiled at the lady, who was offering him her apologies as he entered her store. He shook his head. “Oh don’t worry about it, we all need a day off every now and then, take as much time as you need.” He nodded. “Yes please, I’d like to know.” He said referring to the specials. “I take it you’re Miranda?”

the girl looked up at him and nodded a little, “yes, that would be me.” the blonde started pouring the crushed blueberries into the pie. “so blueberries is the concept for today, so the specials would be anything that is related to blueberries such as the pies, the cheesecakes, and basically all the sweet blueberry desserts,” she pointed at the board of menu behind her. “but, if you’re not a fan of blueberries or anything sweet, we still have that too.”

[mirandc]

diego luna ––- pariahlove:

     green eyes analyzed the small details of the pâtisserie somewhat condescendingly  .  as much as diego would like to d i s t a n c e himself from his irresponsibly lavish life  ,  his brain could no longer deny him the memories of italian pastries of his past life  .  the smell  ,  different but recognizable  ,  flooded his mind with memories  .  homemade goods covered in sugar  ,  fresh pastries that kept a tight grip on his taste buds  ,  all dipped in nostalgia and longing  .  it was almost too much to handle  .  but as emotioal a man diego was  ,  he refused to cry in the front of a shop like some sort of child  .  so the cheerful greeting from someone who seemed to be the cashier was more than welcome  . he shook his head vigoursly with a smile  .  “  don’t apologize. you make the place look  …   quaint  .  it’s all very cute  .  ”   he couldn’t help the flirting  .  she was too pretty  ,  and the image of her making pies in the middle of her shop was too niche  .  “  if you’re making them  ,  OF COURSE i would  .  ”

“well, that must mean the interior designers did things right; it is, after all, inspired from quaint french patisseries,” she responded with a small smile. she wasn’t sure if his compliment was a disguise of something he actually wanted to say, but miranda decided to respond to the words he said instead of reading in between the lines. she couldn’t help but chuckle, “yes, i will be making the specials today,” she pointed out. “today is basically all about blueberries,” she said as she pulled the bowl of crushed blueberries into his view so that he could see. “so blueberry pies, cheesecakes, and tartlets are today’s special. but if you’re going to order the pie, you’d have to wait a while, because one batch is still in the oven. but the cheesecake is already in the fridge.”

[mirandc]

summer loren ––- fairvercna:

“busy woman,” summer responded, eyes observing the display case as she spoke. “it’s just me again,” she announced, dismissing the offer to hear the specials with a lazy wave of her hand. she had an insatiable sweet tooth lately and she had been in more than once over the last week or so.. she practically had the specials memorized. “unless you have something new for me, obviously !! because then i am all ears.” 

“you could say that,” she chuckled a little, carefully cutting the dough in long slices to cover the pie with. of course she would recognize the people that comes to her patisserie often. summer was one of them, and she knew that her regulars would have a regular too, but it’s not a crime to try. “well today is all about blueberries, so the usual specials are just...regular menus,” miranda said. “so, blueberry pies, blueberry cheesecakes, blueberry tartlets, and anything on the menu that has blueberries,” the blonde laughed a little.

[mirandc]

blueberries; miranda woke up this morning from an unusually vivid dream. she was dreaming about walking through the forest picking all kinds of berries, but the ones she has been picking the most were blueberries. it made her crave desserts with blueberry flavors, and that is how she decided today’s special at miranda’s patisserie. next to the display cases and the cash register, was her work bench ––- where she makes the pastries so that other people can see what she was doing.

she laid the pie crust gently on top of the dish and then started filling it with blueberries when the door bell dinged, signaling a person’s entry into her pastry shop. “hello!” she greeted, her hands still carefully crafting her pie. “sorry, my cashier took a day off today, so i’m juggling between making the pie and handling the register,” she apologized for not approaching the customer at the display. “would you like to know today’s specials?”

[ciinderella]

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream

[mirandc]

daisy stevenson ––- notlikemcst:

     “—my actual name is jonathan byers and i’m from hawkins, indiana—” she listened to the video she had made explaining who she really was, tugging out her earbuds in frustration. she just didn’t trust anybody anymore. ever since she had waken up and realised something was wrong, her mind had went to the worst. it went to the thought that they were all being monitored again or that she had been taken and brought somewhere. if anything, she was hoping that she’d find her real family soon or even get to know that if they were somewhere else, that they were safe. toying with the ring that rested on her left hand, a tiny smile rested on her lips as she noticed someone sit down near her. “it’s a pretty nice day, huh?”

today was all about blueberries at the patisserie. miranda woke up with a sudden craving for blueberry pies and blueberry cheesecakes, she decided to include them as today’s specials. the smell of the berries wafted in the air, filling her patisserie with the sweetest scent which brought a smile to her face. the woman approached the brunette who has been sitting on one of her tables without actually ordering any of her pastries; she looked frustrated for a second and that’s when miranda knew that a slice of her blueberry cheesecake was what she needed. “it really is. and it would be even nicer if you enjoy it with this cheesecake,” miranda placed a small plate with a slice of cheesecake on top of it as she sat down. “you’re the first customer who i can ask an honest opinion from, so try that and tell me how it tastes.” it was just a ruse so that the woman would not refuse.