Context : One day, you wake up with a crazy chocolate cake craving. You tell your girlfriend, march 7th, about your craving — and she suggests you two bake it together.
You and March 7th go to the kitchen, she’s busting your ear off with her excitement. She’s bubbly and popping with energy when you two reach the kitchen. She pulls out her phone and starts looking up a chocolate cake recipe, and you begin taking out the ingredients she reads out.
“All purpose flour… Sugar… Unsweetened cocoa powder…” She declares, making you scurry around the kitchen looking for an alternative for cocoa powder. “Baking powder… Baking soda… salt…” You pull out those ingredients as she continues to read.
Once you’ve got everything prepared, March is bouncing with happiness because you’re doing something together.
You pour all the dry ingredients into a bowl and give it to March so she’ll start whisking. She begins talking as she whisks and you start mixing the wet ingredients. “You know, I’m so happy we’re doing something together again,” She says, “I love you a lot, you know?” You chuckle, replying; “I love you too, cutie.” You wink, cracking open the eggs. You two mix the wet and dry ingredients while March continues to mix the two together. After she’s done mixing, you pour the batter into a cake pan and send it off to the oven for 35 minutes.
March wipes her hands off of her apron, sighing proudly. “Phew…” You say, leaning on the counter. “Thank you March.” “For what?” She asks, confused — her head tilted slightly to the right. “For helping me. I don’t know anyone else who would bake a cake just because I was craving it.” You say wholeheartedly, meaning every word. “I love you, March.”
March stares in awe, her eyes wide and a soft smile on her face. “I love you too.” She says and comes closer, giving you a peck on the cheek.
The oven beeps and you pull out the cake, stabbing it with a toothpick to check if it was ready. After confirming it was thoroughly baked, you pull it out and let it cool on the counter. March smiles and admires their handiwork, pulling out a fork from the drawer. You have to stop her from eating it right away because it was too hot. After two minutes, the cake cooled and you transported it from the cake pan to a box after slicing it to slices. You keep three slices outside the box — for you, March, and another one for March.
eden x reader，insecure fem reader，reassuring eden．
You wake up, snuggling with Eden. She’s awake, scrolling on her phone. “Hey,” you say softly, tugging on her sleeve. “Yes?” “Can we go shopping?” Her eyebrow raised, she answered; “of course, sunshine.”
Walking through the mall, you look at all the stores, wondering which one you should go into first. Your hand is locked with Eden’s, and you’re swinging them softly. You walk into a store, Eden barely keeping up behind you. Looking through the clothes, you spot jeans that you like. Eden looks over, commenting; “That would look amazing on you.” You blush softly and grab the fabric before going to a changing room, Eden waits outside.
You switch into the jeans and step out. They hug your body shape just right, flattering your hips while being flared on the bottom. Eden smiles softly. “You look amazing, sweetie.” She says, her smile reserved for your eyes only.
“I don’t think it looks good…” You say, looking down and judging your body. You wish you had more/less curves, or a better waist, or— “Hey.” Eden says, standing close. She cups your cheek in her hand. “You look good. Don’t overthink it.” You lean into her touch as she leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips. You pull apart and you blush, biting your lip as you look up at her. “Will you buy it for me?” You look up at her, “Obviously.” She says.
context : Elysia has been feeling overwhelmed the last week, so she uses her favorite way to unwind: age regressing with Eden’s care.
Playing with her toys, Elysia hums to herself, sitting on her knees in Eden’s home. Eden is filing through emails while Elysia plays. “What’cha doin’?” Elysia asks, popping up beside Eden on the couch. “Elysia is curious!~” She declared, her hands on her hips. Eden looks up from her laptop with a soft smile. “Filing through emails, love.” Elysia tilts her head to the right ever so slightly. “Waa… That’s so boring… ♪” Eden chuckles quietly.
Elysia returns to her toys, making two of them smooch.
A few minutes later, Eden gets up to make food for Elysia. Elysia doesn’t notice her leaving, continuing to play with her toys.
Around five minutes after Eden left, Elysia looks around. She doesn’t find Eden, which caused her to burst into tears. “Waaah! Eden!~” She calls out, sitting on the floor — her legs outstretched to each side. Eden almost runs in, worried. “Ellie! Are you okay, love?” She asks with a furrowed brow. “Where did you gooo?~” she wails. “To make you pancakes, dear.” Elysia forgot all about her tantrum and a wide grin was slapped on her face. “Yay! Pancakes!~ ♪”
I’ll write fics about my system headspace & out of character (probably) fandom fics. Don’t complain i’m doing this for fun. U can request one shots or whatever idk I DONT WRITE NFSW (might write nsfw…). Headmates will also write here, Not just me. Interactions come from @swanlynnie.
