⌞ hey i was walking by and saw your perpetually angry, grumpy little hater of a f/o daydreaming about you with just the sweetest smile on their face. yeah their features softened at the mere thought of you and their whole body relaxed a little and they sighed dreamily as they recalled something sweet you did for them earlier, even if it was nothing special in your eyes. they even hid their face in their hands for a second because they couldn't handle all that yearning. i swear i could see little hearts floating above their head. you should tease them about it later ⌝
braiding your f/o’s hair . ( gender doesn’t matter ! ! ) maybe they have really long hair , and you’re just sitting there for a little while , talking about your days as you work — or maybe they have short hair , and you get a teeny tiny one sticking upwards once you tie it . . . go braid it rn /silly /nf
Self insert redesign!!!!!!! Plus some silly doodles :3
I wrote chat I wrote!!!! >_<
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As I have decided to participate in the 2025 drabble month, hosted by @thedrabblecollective, I have put together a series of drabbles following the given prompts. Day twelve . . . ‘Scones,’ as a 𝐶𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑜 × 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 .
“Is . . . something the matter?”
His voice is quiet, near hesitant. You gape at the table, burdened with an assortment of desserts: petits fours, butter biscuits, scones . . . My God, just how long has he been in that kitchen?
You look up, only to see yet another tray of snickerdoodles in his hands. His gloves——even his mask——are daubed with frosting and cake batter. “. . . You plan on sharing this with the others, yes?”
He cocks his head, ponytail swaying. “They are for you,” he says rather simply.
Your gaze flicks to the dozens of desserts covering the counters, then back to him. “. . . Really?”
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