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1-800-luvmail · 6 months

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[ read part one w/ price here ! ]

reader who would rather skydive without a parachute than have their self sufficiency questioned vs cod men [ 2 / ? ]

könig assumed that when you invited him to bake with you, it was going to be a cute little activity for the two of you to do. a simple afternoon in your kitchen, making some baked goods to enjoy later.

he could not be more fucking wrong. you bake up a storm, leaving trails of flour, baking soda, sugar and whatever other substances you've used in your wake. you also seem to be eyeballing every single measurement. it's chaos. he's never seen a more disorganized process of making red velvet cupcakes.

the worst part is, könig can't seem to understand why he's even there.

"hey can you pass me th— nevermind, i got it." you say, standing on the tips of your toes to reach a bag of chocolate chips which was just a little too high. he's just a whole 6'10 ft of useless, standing in your kitchen, and getting in the way.

so instead of waiting for instructions, he choses to make himself helpful by attempting to clean as you bake. it works smoothly for the most part. he wipes up any milk you've spilt on the counter, places a batter covered spoon in the sink to be washed later (not before taking a little taste of course... and mess be damned, you're good at baking even if the sample he got was raw), and moves the bowls you don't quite need yet out of the way.

everything is going fine. you're talking to him like this is the most calming activity on earth and he's replying with little hums of acknowledgement and nods as he swiftly tries to get a little more batter from the whisk you've just stopped using.

"hey— no. you're gonna get sick. there's raw egg in there." you chide, just as he's about to sneak a lick. he wonders how you even noticed, considering you seem to be using 110% of your concentration on filling up the cupcake liners with just enough batter for each cupcake to be roughly the same size, which happens to be the only semblance of consistency you've had this entire baking session.

"i'm not going to die because of a little batter." he counters, amused by your concern. he can't help but chuckle.

you snort, rolling your eyes. "famous last words of an impatient man."

eventually, your baking frenzy subsides. the red velvet cupcakes are cooled after being pulled fresh out of the oven, you've made an insanely good homemade cream cheese icing to go on top (which you begrudgingly allow him one taste of. one.), and it's time to decorate. you've piped on most of the icing already, but the unsatisfied stare you give your baked goods allows him to piece together it isn't over yet.

"i think these need sprinkles." you murmur after a moment. your eyes glance around and eventually land on possibly the highest shelf in the kitchen. where the sprinkles just so happen to be. he tries to supress laughter when he sees the disbelief on your face. "motherfu—"

"i will get it." könig interrupts, stepping towards the shelf. you step in front of him, blocking him from getting there, hauling a chair with you.

"nope. won't need to. 'm innovative." he watches you set up the chair and get ready to climb up— only to gently grab your forearm and tug you back.

"famous last words of a stupid person." he scoffs, echoing your words from earlier.

you shoot him an exasperated look as you wriggle out of his grasp.

"c'mon, i do this like, what— all the time? hasn't killed me yet." you say, pointing at the shelf. "it's not that high. i'll just climb up to reach it."

"or you could swallow your pride and allow me to get it."

"and what fun would that be?"

he sighs at your response, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he mutters something to himself. probably in german. not like you could hear. you were too busy staring up at the shelf and getting the chair set up.

on one hand, könig wants to help to prevent you from potentially falling and eating shit, but on the other, he knows you well enough to understand there's no stopping you. so instead, he settles for a compromise.

könig moves the chair out of the way.

"i said, i'm getting it by myself. i kinda need the chair for that." you huff, glancing back at him, only to watch as he lowers himself, arms wrapping around your legs. "hey wh—"

before you can process, you're hoisted up into the air with a startling ease.

"alright," he isn't even trying to hide his smirk as he lifts you up, high enough to reach the shelf, "you can get it."

#val's 💭#cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod warzone #call of duty #könig #könig x reader #he'll literally b ur personal ladder idk what to say #he's strong. and tall. might as well make the most out of it #i've actually had severe könig brainrot and honestly as someone who dgaf abt this man usually itz a welcome change #hes such a kyutie :33

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1800jjbarnes · 1 year

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𝟑𝐚𝐦 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 | 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

【Synopsis】 : Late night baking leads to popping open some wine and spilling secrets you thought you would take to the grave.

『Word count』 : 1k

Paring: Roommate!Bucky x Roomate!Reader

[Warnings] : Pinning, alcohol, mentions of being drunk, kissing. Some insecure thoughts. Civilian Bucky trope. Morden Au. The use of the word Idiot multiple times in a light-hearted manner.

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It was like any average Tuesday. Well, if average meant drinking the whole pantry, leaving only the cheapest wine in the back. Now that you both were royally buzzed, flour, sugar, and all sorts covered the countertop. Whose idea was it to cook at 3am with your roommate and best friend.

“Ah No!! You missed the bowel.” You yelp as Bucky wobbles to crack the eggs into the mixing bowl. You quickly turn the tap on to drain the forgotten shell and yolk. Bucky hops to the fridge to grab the milk, chugging some of the wine straight out of the bottle.

“JAMES! Pour a glass!! stop chugging like a frat boy.” You slur, jumping behind him, trying to snatch the bottle off him, but his board back stops you. You take one more jump, but you land wrong, slipping from your sock hitting a wet patch on the ground, most likely some wine that was spilled without your knowledge.

“Woah.” He grabs you quickly, dropping the bottle in the process. Wrapping his arm around your waist, his face inches from yours as noses graze each other. The bottle lands on the floor with a thump, luckily not breaking, and since Bucky chugged the rest of the wine inside, nothing spilled out other than a few small drops. Everything went quiet for a moment as he stared at you in your eyes, his face only inches from yours.

“Hi…” He whispers, his alcoholic breath hitting your lips. You hold onto him tighter, your fingers digging into the fabric of his clothes. You bit your lip, looking at him deep in his gaze. You always had a crush on him, but never spoke up about it, worried he might freak and never talk to you. So through nights of crying alone while you wish he would be yours, you came to the realization that he was your best friend and nothing more.

“Hi…” You smiled back as he helped you up. Letting you go, you fixed your shirt before going back to mixing the mixture for the cupcakes. He picked up the bottle, wiping away the mess he spilled so no one would slip again.

“Now all we need is to put the mixture into the pan.” Your voice became quieter as Bucky stepped closer and closer until his chest was against yours. He grabs your chin and tilts his head while staring at you. You gulp shaking slightly at his touch, trying to avoid his eye contact.

“You have something on your face.” He spoke soft. Maybe it was the alcohol or it was the fact he had given up on leaving little hints. Go big or go home, right? Before you could reply, he dipped his finger into the batter, quickly smudging the uncooked chocolate mixture on your lips.

“It’s right there.” He looked dead in your eyes, trying to find any sense of uncomfortableness, but all he saw was your big doe eyes staring up at him with all the love in the world. His lips caught yours, letting his tongue graze along your bottom lip, licking the sweet mixture off. You deepened the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, your fingers snaking into the ends of his hair. A tear broke, feeling a sense of happiness and guilt. Was he just kissing you because you both were drunk, or was it love? Love that you wished and craved for.

“Bucky…” You pulled away first making him chase your lips, but you turned to face the counter before he could plant another one.

“Did we just—kiss? yes, yes we did.” He interrupted almost sounding smug like he just won a gold medal. Blush formed on your cheeks, feeling hot. The alcohol is definitely kicking in now.

“Do you love me?” You blurted out, pouring the batter while he suddenly stood stunned at your question, it was his turn now blush. Rubbing the back of his neck, he let out a soft chuckle.

“I’ve always loved you, idiot…” He only called you that when he was embarrassed, trying to divert things onto you instead. You finished pouring the batter, placing the tray inside the oven, you finally turn to face him.

“You know what I mean.” You looked at your feet, feeling your heartache. Was this the moment your friendship ends? He immediately went to protect mode, walking over in a rush to close the gap between you two.

“Doll you know..argh what I mean is..shit…” His head was spinning, it was 4 in the morning and you both were off your rockers, he couldn’t think straight, stumbling on his words. But the only thing he knew what to say was something he feared if he ever were to speak it aloud.

“I love you more than you know. I’ve loved you the moment we shared that ice cream while sitting on top of the jungle gym in prep. I loved you the moment we ditched prom together cause our dates were terrible and ate Burger King on the beach in our formal attire. I love every moment, every day, and every second I’m with you. Drunk or not, I’ll scream it aloud for you. I love you.” His rambling brought you to tears, emotions filling your senses. It was an overload. An overload of joy, happiness, and contentment. He did have the same feelings for you. Your fear was nothing more than a childish nightmare. He hugged you, seeing the tears falling, rubbing small circles into your back.

“We only shared that ice cream cause you dropped yours…” You snuggled into his chest, sniffling a little bit.

“That’s all you go out of my whole deceleration of love.” He laughed, pulling away to lean on the counter. You laughed with him, hitting his chest lightly.

“Hey it’s true, though! You were trying to climb the slide when I kept telling you it was a bad idea, but no, you did it anyway.” You laugh wiping a stray tear from your eye. The laughter slowly died down, and you see him smiling at you like a puppy.

“I did take in your whole speech, idiot,” you smirk, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Uh okay so does this mean I get to call you my partner now,” he asks, snaking his arm around your waist. You pretend to think for a moment, playing your finger on your lip before you smile.

“I guess, as long as I can call you my boyfriend.” You giggle, making in punch the air with a sly ‘yes’ in happiness.

“God, you’re an idiot…” You laugh at his actions.

“Yes but I’m your idiot.”

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ask-barbatos · 28 days

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Hello, everyone. I was fortunate to receive the recipe for my birthday cake from our human exchange student, and I have been given permission to share it here with you.

I do not have a picture, unfortunately, as it was very quickly eaten. I apologize that I was a little too slow to pull out my camera.

Important notes

Keep all ingredients at room temperature unless otherwise stated.

Make sure your baking soda and powder are fresh, within 6 months of opening.

Recipe can be scaled up or down. If you must divide an egg, scramble it first and measure it's volume to divide from.

Mint Chocolate Tea Cake

Dry Ingredients:

266g / 2 cups All-Purpose Flour

332g / ⅔ cups Granulated Sugar

60g / ⅔ cup Unsweetened Cocoa Powder

10g / 2 tsp Baking Soda

5g / 1 tsp Baking Powder

2.5g / ½ tsp Salt

Wet Ingredients:

120ml / ½ cup Vegetable Oil

2 Large Eggs

8ml / 1 ½ tsp Peppermint Extract

240ml / 1 cup Buttermilk (Can Substitute 1 tbsp distilled white vinegar + whole milk, let sit 15 minutes)

240ml / 1 cup of HOT Earl Grey + Mint Tea, with or without leaves

Sift and blend together the dry ingredients until mixed.

Separately, blend the wet ingredients EXCEPT the hot tea.

Mix the wet and dry ingredients together.

Finally, mix in the hot tea. The batter will be quite wet. (Barbatos: Be cautious to not overmix your batter. Mixing too much may yield a dense cake.)

Bake at 177°C/350°F until an inserted toothpick in the middle comes out dry.

#barbatos #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obm barbatos #om barbatos #recipes

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autisticlancemcclain · 2 years

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The knock on the door is so quiet that it can only be heard if you’re straining to hear it.

Luckily, Keith is.

He rolls out of bed immediately — he’s fully dressed, he hadn’t bothered sleeping last night — and walks stiffly to the door. He pauses for a moment, when his gloved hands touch the cool metal of the doorbell, taking a deep, long breath, steeling himself.

Shiro stands behind the door, hands clasped sombrely in front of him.

“You ready for this?” he asks quietly.

Keith nods once. “Yes.”

Shiro softens at the trepidation in Keith’s voice, reaching out a hand to rest on Keith’s shoulder. He tries for an encouraging smile. It falls flat, but Keith appreciates the encouragement nonetheless.

“We’ve got this, kiddo,” Shiro says. He sounds like he’s trying to convince himself as much as Keith. “We can do this. We know the risks. We’ve been training for weeks.”

“And where has that gotten us?” Keith murmurs. He feels bad for making Shiro’s face fall again, but it’s the truth. They’ve been training for weeks, yes, but it’s only yielded them failure. Now time is up, and they’ve got nothing to show for it but tattered hope.

“We have to try.”

Keith takes another deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut. When he opens them again, he’s determined, straightening his spine in a display of what he hopes is confidence.

“Okay. Lead the way.”

As silently as they can — they can’t wake up the rest of the team, because any one of them will try to stop them — they creep down the halls, freezing every time they so much as hear a creak. They stay crouched low to the ground, ducking in and out of shadows, breathing so silent and shallow Keith is half sure they’ve stopped entirely.

There’s no sense of relief, when they finally reach their destination — they may be free from their concerned teammates stopping them, but now they must face their bigger challenge. The biggest they’ve ever faced. An impossibility, if Keith’s being pessimistic.

They exchange a wary look, fists clenched at their sides, and step into the kitchen.

“Fire extinguisher ready?” Shiro asks.

Keith pats the contraption, strapped to his utility belt (the Altean version are much more effective and compact). “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

Shiro snorts. “I’m not sure how much hope I have left. You grab the ingredients, I’ll grab the equipment.”

Keith pats Shiro’s back, then heads off to do as asked. He rifles through the cupboards for sugar and flour, grabs the milk and eggs from the fridge.

Baking. Their mortal enemy. The one thing, out of everything either of them has ever attempted, that has completely eluded them; has proven well beyond their skills and capabilities.

Well, not tonight. Tonight, they are going to bake cupcakes. Successfully. They’re going to show the team that they can be trusted in the kitchen without causing a fire, thank you very much, and not only that, but that they can make something delicious.

“D’you get the red food dye?” Shiro asks.

“Shit, I forgot.”

“How did you forget the red for red velvet cupcakes?”

“I’m stressed! These have to be perfect! Let me live!”

“Alright,” Shiro says, chuckling. “Go get it, goober.”

Grumbling, Keith does, slamming the little bottle on the counter next to the mixing bowl.

“Red velvet’s basically just chocolate, anyway. I dunno why we’re making it all stupid and fancy. We can’t even do the regular stuff right!”

“Hey, you’re the one who insisted on making cupcakes on Valentine’s Day,” Shiro says. He smirks. “Although I’m sure that has less to do with proving ourselves and more to do with a certain lanky rival of yours —”

“Moving on,” Keith says loudly. He’s sure his face is as red as the stupid dye. Shiro snickers, but he doesn’t make any more comments, carefully measuring out the dry ingredients and tipping them into the bowl. He goes painfully slowly, and as much as Keith wants to tell him to get a goddamn move on, he knows better. (That was the catastrophe of Attempt #4. Somehow neither of them had considered what would happen if they dumped several cups of carefully measured flour in the mixing bowl, and had been left with both a dust explosion that had taken them four hours to clean, and what was essentially cake soup since the measured flour did not make it into the batter and the ratios were all off. They will not be making that mistake again. Sometimes Keith still finds flour in weird places when he’s bothering a cooking Hunk, and has to wipe it off when the man is distracted.)

They manage to avoid repeating any of their previous catastrophes for the entire creation of the batter. No eggs end up exploded (attempt #7 — don’t microwave eggs because the recipe said room temperature and you forgot to take them out of the fridge in time), no skulls end up cracked (attempt #11 — if you spill butter on the floor, clean it, or else someone will trip and you’ll need an emergency healing pod), and no batter ends up coming to life (attempt #2 — avoid using weirdo space ingredients you don’t recognize). After thirty minutes of careful measuring and even more careful mixing, they’re left with a beautiful, bright red cake batter, not too thin, not too thick, and it tastes delicious.

“Leave some batter for the actual cupcakes, you brat,” Shiro admonishes, wrenching the spoon out of Keith’s hand. “Also, stop double dipping. That’s disgusting.”

“I actually have a theory about that,” Keith says around a mouthful of batter. “You know how Lance and Hunk and Allura use the same recipe when they make cookies, but each of them tastes just a little different?”

“Frankly, I’m afraid to say yes.”

“I think that might be their saliva —”

“Gross!”

“—because since everything else is the same, the only thing that changes is the mouth that licks the spoon —”

“Keith, I am going to vomit if you don’t shut the fuck up.”

“—and I don’t think they’re, like, spitting in the batter or anything —”

“Ew! Nasty! Stop talking!”

“—but I do think that trace amounts make a difference! It’s the only explanation.”

“I hate you,” Shiro says. “Not joking.”

Keith places his hands under his chin and grins innocently, batting his eyelashes.

Shiro rolls his eyes. “You spend too much time with Lance.”

“I do not,” Keith says, flushing. “I spend — a regular amount of time with Lance. Same as you.”

Keith considers smacking the smug look off Shiro’s stupid face. He considers it very hard. Maybe he’ll wait until Shiro’s done pouring the batter into the tins and then pinch him.

“Uh-huh. Sure. That’s why you want to make Lance’s favourite cake on Valentine’s Day, and why you spent four space mall trips looking for a heart shaped cupcake tin.”

“It’s — they’re cute! The pan is cute and the cupcakes will be cute! And — I love Lance! I love all the team! Platonically! We are good pals! Pals for whom I would like to bake successfully so I can be unbanned from the stove!”

“Right. Okay. Sure.”

“Good! Glad you agree!”

“Yes, totally.” Shiro slides the now-full pan into the oven, triple-checking the timer and temperature (Keith doesn’t think he needs to explain why they know to do that now), then turns to Keith with a smirk.

“Sure, Nick Carroway. Real close friends you two are.”

Keith grinds his teeth, cutting Shiro a sharp glare. “I hope you burn yourself when the cupcakes are done.”

“I’ll be sure to get on that. Now, make the frosting. Did you want to make chocolate frosting, so it matches Lance’s eyes?”

Keith says nothing, because that is what he wanted to do, actually, and there’s no coming back from that one. He’s grouchy the whole time he makes the stupid chocolate frosting because Shiro spends the whole time laughing.

(Shiro does actually burn himself a little when he takes the cupcakes out, which brings Keith joy. Ha. Karma.)

———

“I can’t believe we actually did it,” Keith says, awed, an hour and a half later. The cupcakes are cooked to perfection, and iced to — well. There is icing on the cupcakes and it is not melted. Keith feels like he still gets a point for that one, even though some of the frosting genuinely looks like a pile of doodoo.

He throws some sprinkles on them. They now look like doodoo with pink sprinkles.

Oh, well.

“They look…rustic,” Shiro decides.

Keith laughs. “Is that what we’re going with?”

“Yep. If we look enthusiastic enough, everyone will feel too bad to make any sort of comment.”

“That works for me.”

“Excellent.” Shiro checks his watch, then claps his hands together. “Well! It’s a quarter to four, so that only took us a few hours. We still have time to go back to sleep. You ready to get out of here?”

“You go ahead,” Keith says hesitantly. He looks pointedly away, fixing his gaze on the doodoo cupcakes. “I, uh, have to do something.”

He’s expected teasing, for Shiro to make another stupid literature reference to mock him, or something along those lines. Instead Shiro pauses, turns around, and nudges Keith gently.

“Hey. Look at me.”

Keith does.

“You planning something?”

“I was,” Keith admits. “I had flowers and shit. I dunno. All that gooey stuff. I wrote him a letter.” He looks down again, kicking the ground. “But I don’t think I’m going to give them to him.”

“So much for platonic cupcakes, huh?” Shiro teases, but it’s much softer. He wraps an arm around Keith’s shoulders and squeezes gently.

“It’s okay to be nervous, you know. You’re doing something vulnerable. That’s scary.”

“What if he hates it? I don’t — I just don’t think it’s worth the risk. I don’t have to tell him. I’m cool with wallowing for eternity.”

“That’s a good idea, actually.” Shiro drags him to the table, sitting him down and handing him a doodoo cupcake. “Not the wallowing. The question. What would happen if Lance didn’t return your feelings?”

“Some pep talk,” Keith grumbles, unwrapping the cupcake and shoving it in his mouth in one bite specifically to watch Shiro wince. “Hey, these are actually good.”

“Just humour me,” Shiro insists, trying to ignore Keith’s chewing. “Imagine you give Lance your letter, the flowers, the knife.”

“I didn’t say anything about a knife.”

Shiro levels him a look. “I know you, Keith. You made him a knife.” He pats Keith condescendingly on the hand. “That’s how you show affection, you feral desert child. With weaponry.”

“I’m taking back the knife I made you.”

“You can take it from my cold, dead corpse. Anyway. Talk me through it. Say you give Lance your gifts, and he doesn’t return your feelings. What would happen?”

As much as he loathes to admit it, Shiro’s thought exercises actually have helped him work through things before, so he takes a moment to actually think about his answer. What would happen if Lance read the note Keith wrote him, and he didn’t feel the same way?

“He’d be honest about it,” Keith admits. “Tell me the truth right away. And he would be gentle about it.”

Shiro hums. “And then what?”

“He’d…probably ask me what I need. Like, do I want space or whatever.”

“And once you’ve had your space?”

Keith lets the barest smile cross his lips. “He’d go on being as annoying as possible. Possibly even more frustrating.”

“Right,” Shiro says, smiling. “You two are friends, kiddo. You’re also disgustingly down bad for each other — seriously, it’s kind of hard for the rest of us to watch — but you guys have a solid relationship. You’re going to be fine. This is Lance we’re talking about, remember? The guy who cried when we passed a supernova because it was a star dying? He’s not going to hurt you.”

Keith smiles a little, remembering. Lance had made everyone have a moment of silence for the star, and for the system it had potentially sustained for thousands of years. That had been the first moment where Keith had looked at Lance and just thought: oh. I love this boy.

“Okay,” Keith says quietly. “I’m — I’ll tell him.”

“Good,” Shiro says. He smiles proudly. “I can’t wait to hear about it, kiddo. You’re going to do great.”

———

Knocking is the hardest part, right? It has to be. There’s no other reason why he’s been standing here for ten minutes, flowers clenched in his hand so tightly he’s probably ruined the stems, staring unblinkingly at the white door of Lance’s room.

Y’know, his room is two steps away. He could just give up. Giving up is always an option.

He screws up his eyes, forcing himself to untense a little. It’s fine. This is fine.

This is Lance.

Before he can talk himself out of it again, he knocks on the door. His signature knock — one single knock, because he’s his own target audience and that’s hilarious.

It takes him three milliseconds after he knocks to realise hey, dumbass, it’s four in the morning. Lance is not fucking awake. Obviously you’re not going to get an answer.

Only just as he’s about to step away, the door is inched open, revealing Lance sitting by the floor of his bed, leaning over so far he’s practically bent in half in an attempt to open the door without getting up.

“Hey, Keith,” he says, without looking away from his game. “I’m almost done this level, you wanna join? I could use your help because Pidge said the next level is hard as —”

Keith knows the exact second Lance finally looks over and takes Keith in completely, not because they make eye contact, but because Lance freezes, controller falling from his hand and cracking on the tile floor.

Lance doesn’t even glance down at it.

“…Keith?”

“Your face is shaped really well,” Keith blurts, and immediately wants to throw himself out the airlock. “Wait. No. That’s not what I —”

Lance laughs quietly, ducking his head. The tips of his ears are red.

“C’mere,” he says, patting the spot next to him. “Take a breather. Tell me what’s going on.”

Keith does, sitting down carefully so he doesn’t drop anything. He thinks back to Shiro’s pep talk.

This is Lance.

“These are for you,” Keith says, when he’s finally got ahold of himself. He hands Lance the flowers — and, yes, a dagger he made — then sets the cupcake on the floor between them. “For — Valentine’s Day.”

Nothing could prepare Keith for the grin that lights up Lance’s face. It’s the brightest thing he’s ever seen. It’s blinding.

“Really?”

“Yeah, Lance,” Keith says softly.

Lance covers his face with one hand, the other still holding his flowers. The knife rests in his lap. His cheeks are ruddy, and he’s very giggly.

“I love them,” he says. “Thank you.”

Keith clears his dry throat, but it doesn’t do much. “There’s a note. In the flowers. For you.”

Carefully, Lance nudges aside the buds to find the envelope, unfolding the note. Keith watches as his dark eyes flit over the page, and the smile on his face only grows.

For the first time tonight, Keith lets himself get excited. He lets himself believe that this is going to go well. He lets himself believe that Lance may very well like him just as much as he likes Lance.

People who don’t have crushes don’t react like that to romantic gifts, after all.

After a minute of reading — Keith’s note really isn’t all that long, because after four or five tries of trying to fit everything he was feeling into one letter, he gave up and just got to the point — Lance carefully sets down the note and the flowers, shifts so he’s facing Keith, and leans forward.

“Keith,” he says, very seriously. “I am going to kiss you know. Thoughts?”

Keith opens his mouth, then closes it again. Lance smiles wider.

“I’d be down with that, yeah.”

“Great,” Lance says, and there’s not even a second of pause before he’s leaning in and pressing their lips together.

At first it isn’t much of a kiss — both of them are smiling too hard to kiss properly — but after a bit both of them melt into each other, hands reaching out to touch, hesitant but determined.

“I’m so glad I spied on you and Shiro,” Lance mumbles. “Y’all should be suspicious more often. Especially if it means we get to kiss after.”

Keith huffs in amusement. Of course the various creaks he and Shiro heard when sneaking to the kitchen weren’t just the castle settling. Hunk may be the nosiest person on the team, but Lance is probably the sneakiest.

“Did you really watch the whole time?”

“No. I left when Shiro asked you about the fire extinguisher. I figured you were well-equipped at that point and I could leave without waking up to a fire.”

“Oh. So you didn’t hear me talking about you?”

Lance grins, resting one of his hands on the flowers. “No. This was — I didn’t see this coming.” His smile turns sly. “You should tell me all the mushy shit you said, though.”

Keith snorts, reaching over to grab Lance’s hand and press a kiss to the back of it.

“Not on your life.”

———

“I can’t believe you and Shiro actually managed to make decent cupcakes, by the way. Holy shit.”

“The frosting kind of looks like doodoo.”

“Well, yeah, but still! I’m gonna go to the kitchen and eat the rest of them.”

“Wait, Lance, no—”

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gyllenhaalstories · 2 years

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CHERISH (PART 2) — CHOCOLATIER!JAKE 🍫

summary: he brings the cream, you bring the pie. together you’re making... cupcakes?

warnings: curse words, food, baking & eating, smut (food play, finger sucking, aphrodisiac, fingering, handjob, pussy spanking, masturbation, penetration, creampie, hyperspermia & cum play). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 3385

gifs credits: me (@/gyllenhaalstories) / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: i hope you’re ready, because it’s time for you to become a cream filled chocolate truffle! since this THE PART 2 OF THIS FIC, that means it’s still the season of pink, hearts and pink hearts so happy valentine’s day again! 💗 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

When Jake saw you grab the container of store bought frosting, his heart came close to stop beating. He snatched it out of your hand faster than the speed of your spoon diving into the sugary product.

You rolled your eyes at him, and at his genuinely shocked face before you started laughing with him — well no, it was directly at him. Right in his face too, because he remained stoic, holding the jar far out of your reach. “It’s just frosting.”

“It’s not just frosting! It’s the most important part of the cupcakes! It needs to be delicious and that?” His eyes widened while he waved the frosting in the air. “That’s unacceptable.” He put the container back where you found it, with the lid and all. “You can eat it behind my back, like when I’m in the shower —” but we shower together, you interrupted. You counter offered his other suggestions until he gave up and agreed to let you ruin another baked good, but not his cupcakes.

You found it funny how he turned into a busy, overwhelmed mom who was just reminded the night before by her forgetful children that they signed her up for some charity event at the school that would go down in flames without her box-mix cupcakes. He reacted dramatically to a lot of the things, you noticed. After several other dates since your first one at his chocolaterie, you discovered he was... Special. He liked things to be in order, clean and organized especially in the kitchen, while the rest of his life prevailed in a complete chaos. He was so different in and outside of the kitchen, you wondered if he allowed himself to have a bit of fun or if he was too scared that his Kitchen Aid stand mixer would judge him for eternity.

Jake resumed to measuring the rest of the ingredients, following the recipe he knew by heart for having baked it over and over again. He tweaked it to make it his own, he could not help it, but he recited the measurements out loud like a sing-song he learned. Your job as a sous-chef was reduced to putting paper liners in the muffin tin and sucking his finger clean whenever he would present you with a bit of the sweet preparation to taste. Premade frosting was out of the question, but raw eggs seemed to go by just fine.

At some point, you figured he just liked to have you suck on his fingers. Maybe it was the moans he let out when he felt your tongue swirl around his digits, or the fact he would tease your mouth with clean fingers even after the cupcakes were put in the oven. And you loved it too, how the deeper his fingers pushed in your mouth, the more you felt your mind going blank.

The alarm of the timer rang, snapping you back to reality at the poke of a toothpick coming out clean from the chocolate cupcakes. Jake did not stop cooking, and talking to himself about how he hoped Ina Garten would forgive him for his sins — which was to use his own chocolate wafers instead of the semisweet chocolate chips the well-known and even more well-loved chef recommended.

You watched him with an amused smile, while he was measuring the rest of the wafers while waiting for the bain-marie to get ready. He tried to be subtle, you knew it, but you caught him snacking on a couple of pieces of chocolate. So much so that he had just about enough for the last steps of the recipe and the replacement for your forbidden frosting.

Once the water started to simmer, he placed a glass bowl on the pot and poured the chocolate disks in it. He stirred the chocolate as it melted before yours and his eyes, smooth and satiny. He dipped his finger in the hot concoction — his fingers had been long desensitized to burning with all the years of baking he had underneath the cute apron he wore around his waist. It was your Valentine’s day gift to him, belated, but still a thought act.

“You know...” You spoke, Jake’s eyes left the glass bowl to meet with yours. “When I suggested we could bake cupcakes, I didn’t mean we should turn into a fancy bakery. We’ve been at it for a long time.”

He shook his head, in a strangely calm manner. “There’s nothing ironic about baking. I take it very seriously.” He sucked on his own chocolate dipped finger, releasing it with a pop, to further prove his point. “I’m almost done anyway. You’ve helped me plenty, time flew by!” When you rolled your eyes at his comment about your nonexistent help, he insisted. “You’re standing there and looking beautiful with flour hand prints on your butt. That’s more helpful than anything else.”

You earned a kiss that you tried to deepen and make last longer, but Jake pulled away to complete the chocolate ganache. The heavy cream and chocolate mixed together beautifully and you wrapped your arms around his torso while he expertly dipped the now cooled down cupcakes into the chocolate. You tried to sneak a peek of his work, but he was moving so much in your embrace that it made it hard to focus.

He ended your confusion by offering by sharing the rest of the ganache, using a spatula to scoop it from the bowl until the two of you acted giddy, giggling as he licked and kissed drops of sweet goodness that fell on your chin.

It took a little while — a few minutes, really — to notice the familiar sensations that were spreading through your body, starting at your tongue and sending electric waves all the way down between your thighs. Oh.

Oh, yeah, fucking finally, Jake murmured to himself. He smiled just as big and proud as the first time you tried his special chocolate at his boutique during your very first date. He pulled you closer to him, wanting to admire all the small changes that were starting to happen to you. He held your face delicately in his big hands, his eyes diving into yours while your pupils were growing larger and while your mouth dropped ajar. He mirrored everything — how his tongue could not stay still in his mouth like it was begging to touch yours, how your head wanted to loll to the side. “Let it go, sweetheart, let it go.”

The way he cooed at you helped your head get emptier and emptier until... Until you could not think of anything else except him. Except how badly you wanted him and needed to feel him. You wanted to scream at how much it hurt not to have his hands on your breasts or his mouth on your clit. You wanted to beg and beg until he would relieve some of that delicious pain.

His hands slid from your cheeks down to your shoulders, wrapping around your neck while he pulled you in for a kiss that was all tongues and teeth. The longer the kiss lasted, the more he felt like the world around you was vanishing into a thick fog.

It was the same way you felt, using whatever control on your body you had left to make your way to the bedroom. You let him grope your breasts over your clothes, rubbing his thumbs over the small bumps your hard nipples created until he heard you moan into his mouth.

Jake pulled away, only to lick some of the drool that fell down the corner of your mouth and kissed you hard again, making it as messy as he could while his hands kept exploring your body. He pulled moan after moan after you with touches as simple as the warmth of his palms pressing against the goosebumps on your skin.

In a blink of an eye, all of your clothes were piling up on the floor with nothing but your body heat and the burning desire to indulge in each other’s bodies. Unlike the first time you tasted the chocolate, you did not stand alone in this euphoric experience.

Jake looked just about as far gone as you were, with glossy eyes and quick breathing that resembled a needy panting. He was hard, his cock throbbing as you exchanged another series of feverish kisses. When you took him in your hand, he had to lean on you so his knees would not give in. Not that he ignored the effects of the aphrodisiac, but, even after he tested it on you, he realized just how powerful a few bites of that magic substance could be. It made precum leak out of his sensitive, pink tip. It made his abs clench at the strong sensation of your hand stroking him. It made him throw his head back when you cupped his balls into your left hand, using the other one to keep jerking him off.

You could tell he was holding back, with his clenched jaw and the tight grip he had on your soft hips, his short nails digging into your flesh. He wanted to fuck your hand hard and fast and catch his own release.

He did not give in, however. It would all be a waste if he did not get to feel you while being in this physical state, while having his mind and senses played with by a few bites of chocolate. Another kiss, another couple of strokes of his big cock and you were pushed on the bed. Jake barely let you find a comfortable spot to lay on that he was kneeling on the bed too and forcing your legs open to reveal what he wanted the most.

Your inner thighs were covered in your wetness, your folds were slightly puffy from the arousal alone and from this deep, uncontrollable need for Jake to touch you and bring back those fireworks you first experienced under the influence of the aphrodisiac.

“So fucking beautiful.” Jake mumbled, or moaned — both at the same time, actually. The aphrodisiac had him slurring his words and fighting to say a sentence with minimal coherence. He wrapped each arm around one of your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, making you gasp with surprise when you felt your skin slap against his.

You covered your face with your hands as he finally touched you. His flat hand rubbed over your pussy from side to side, fast and harsh. The more he touched you, and the more his fingers rubbed over your clit when your folds moved out of the way, the wetter you were getting. It was so much more intense than your first time, and it kept on getting better.

Jake slapped your puffy folds, although the blows were soft, they were stinging your sensitive skin. He messed with your brain that had trouble differentiating between the pain of the spanks and the bliss of his fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit. He was mesmerized, jaw dropped and eyes wide as he spanked you a few more times and watched you flinch under him. Each spank was followed by a squeal and giggles, mixed with a moan that sounded like music to his ear. He wanted to hear more — he needed more.

You inhaled loudly, only for the oxygen to get stuck in your throat when you felt Jake’s cock pressing at your entrance and sliding inside your tight hole, eased by your wetness and the precum that covered the tip of his cock. You removed your hands from your face and placed them on your tits, trying to hold them in place while he started to fuck you. You only had a few slow and deep strokes to adjust to the delicious feeling of his cock inside your walls before he picked up the pace.

He gripped on your thighs again that he kept pressed against his body so that he could rock his hips back and forth. Curse words you had never heard from him were submerged by the sound of his deep grunts while he kept thrusting inside of you. Somehow, despite the mix of your juices, he could feel your walls tightening and clenching around his length every time he pushed his cock inside of you after pulling back. He was only chasing the maximum pleasure he could pull out of you — and give back to you.

Pretty moans turned into audible gasps and abrupt screaming when his cock hit the spongy spot inside of you. It seemed as though he calculated the number of times he hit your spot, trying to make you feel as good as possible while also stretching out the time he could enjoy your pussy. One look at him confirmed there was not a thought behind those lust-filled eyes, he was driven by his desire to bury his cock as deep inside of you as you would let him.

He clenched his jaw one moment only to press his lips together the next and hold himself back on moaning more so he could get lost in the obscene sounds your bodies created together. The slapping, the sticky wetness, the rushed and heavy breathing. When he could not hold in his own noises, he groaned and slowed down his thrusting.

He was fucking you hard and deep, so deep that you kept being pushed further away on the bed, dragging the bed sheets with you. “Please,” you spoke for what felt like the first time in forever. “Please, don’t stop!”

He did stop. He stopped to look down at where your bodies no longer met as the distance pulled you away from him, his cock bopping up and down, begging to be reunited with your pussy. Jake took a moment to catch his breath and admire the beautiful scene before his eyes. The veins of his arms, and cock, were bulging out from the sheer force with with he was fucking you. There was a layer of sweat covering both his body and yours, and visible wet spots on the bed sheets that created a trail from the edge of the bed to the middle where you now laid.

Impatient, your body burning into flames, you sat to reach up and pull Jake down with you. He was quick enough to climb on the bed, the tip of his cock brushing against the same wet spots you left behind on the fabric, and you held his cock in your hand briefly to guide it back where it belonged.

He pushed himself all the way back inside you, now kneeling between your thighs that he kept open for him — and for you. Withing even having to tell you, Jake loved to watch you rub the sensitive bundle of nerves that resided between your just as sensitive, soaking wet folds. He pulled away, just a little, and slammed himself back inside of you as he fucked you in this other position.

The aphrodisiac was nowhere near close to run out, you could tell. It still felt just as intense as it did while the effects began to work their magic over you. Your bodies, however, were running out of energy to last. You could tell that too by the fact you were getting closer and closer to your orgasm now that you rubbed your clit in a just as messy rhythm as the one Jake fucked you with.

He was getting so close too, his grunts became more succinct and his face tensed up with the powerful pleasure that ran through his veins. There was no need to speak, words were completely unnecessary as Jake and you let the aphrodisiac take complete control over you.

Your orgasm hit you by surprise, or well, sort of. As soon as you felt that familiar knot in your lower stomach, you knew you were about to explode in an orgasm that pushed the air out of your lungs and made you see stars even when you closed your eyes. It felt even stronger with your eyes closed than it did when you kept them open. It felt as though you could notice each vein on Jake’s cock, the swollen tip of his cock diving in and out of your slick walls. And then you felt it. All of it.

Jake fell down to his elbows, his face conveniently buried in the crook of your neck as he came inside of you, his pelvis flushed with you from how deep he was. Ropes and ropes of cum shot out of his cock while his hips jerked a few times uncontrollably, until he felt like something was pushing him out.

It was not you, not intentionally at least. You would have loved nothing more than to calm down from your high with the feeling of Jake’s cock softening inside of you. Although you could feel something still filling you up even if his cock was sliding out of you.

“Oh my,” Jake spoke when he finally pulled out of your pussy. “Oh my God.” It was still hitting him, he was still cumming with more of his seed just dripping out of his slit. There was even more trickling out of your hole. You looked as confused as Jake. This did not happen with him before... This had never happened to him before. His brows were raised in stupefaction one second and furrowed in confusion the next, he held his cock at the base in one hand while two fingers of his free hand dipped into your cum filled entrance.

It felt so good when he pushed his fingers barely past your entrance, as he felt even more cum inside of you. Quickly, he replaced his fingers with his cock and made you scream of pleasure as he finished inside you with a few more thrusts and pumps. You realized he fucked his cum back inside of you, not even minding that most of it was covering his cock and oozing out of you.

He fell back on you again, slowly and carefully this time so he did not hurt you. And, finally, you cherished the feeling of his softening cock inside of you while you both tried to catch your breath. Jake was mumbling to himself how it felt incredible, how it was so weird and so hot, and how he wanted to do it again — and he wanted it so fucking bad. He tried to move, arms and legs incredibly shaky, but you held him tighter and closer against your just as tired body.

“Where are you trying to go?” You whined, making room between your legs for him to lay down more comfortably.

Jake giggled in your ear, his laughter filled with excitement. The kisses he pressed all over your cheek, jawline and neck were filled with just as much lust as they were earlier. “Trying to get up to grab a snack.”

He squirmed on top of you, but all he managed to do was fall by your side and hug you tight against him. If he wanted to get up, he was failing rather adorably. “A snack? For what?” You turned your head to look at him, you were so close your noses almost touched.

He smiled at you, the same smile he had glued on his pretty face during your date at the boutique. You swore to yourself you would cherish this image forever. “So we can do that again. And again...” He leaned in closer to capture your lips with a kiss. “And again until there’s no more of that good stuff.”

Your eyes widened ever so slightly, that was the strongest reaction you could express with how exhausted you felt after this mind blowing orgasm. “It’s in the cupcakes?” Yup. “All of them?” Jake nodded in approval. “I can’t take it anymore. Not right now.” You tried to resonate with him, only the way your voice cracked betrayed your own desire to try it again and again...

“You’ll take it.” Jake answered, quite firmly. “Because this magic chocolate will definitely be in all the desserts we bake from now on.”

#jake gyllenhaal smut #jake gyllenhaal imagine #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal fanfic #jake gyllenhaal x you

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shirleyxian · 2 months

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One-shot//Selfshipp//COD

Special Cupcakes.

Shipp:Ghost x Max

Today was the day off for ghost and max, today can be a unique day and more so because in the army they didn't have time for them . The couple are watching a movie on TV you could tell that they are both very focused on the plot, you can't deny that the plot is interested. A scene appears where the protagonist surprises her boyfriend who cooked her some delicious cupcakes that were decorated with cream of different colors and some pieces of chocolate, For the Latino, it gave him some inspiration to be able to give something special to his boyfriend.

- Cariño, what is your favorite flavor of cake. Chocolate or vanilla? And you like it if it had cream. What color would you like? Decorated or not? - Ask giving him a hint. -

- Well, honestly I like both flavors, but my favorite is the chocolate one, with pink cream and decorated with strawberries. Why the question?

- Emm... I was just asking.

At the end of the movie, ghost changes the channel to the sports channel to watch football because today Manchester City was playing against Manchester United all because ghost supports Manchester City. That gave Max the opportunity to surprise him while the Briton is hypnotized by the TV screen.

The brown-haired one began to take out the objects kitchen, bowls, mixer, flour, eggs, milk, chocolate and without missing the sugar, Starting to crack eggs so that he can separate the yolks from the white into different bowls, starting to beat the yolks first for at least 10 minutes, he did the same process to the white.

Take the chocolate to heat in a double boiler so you can melt it.

To start mixing the chocolate and egg mixture, along with the flour and milk, put the bowl in the mixer starting to do the process of letting it beat for at least 15 minutes until it does not have any lumps in the preparation.

While beating he looked to see if ghost did not come to the kitchen at least to look for him, he only saw ghost focused on football, the cry of angry ghost is heard saying:

- SON OF A BITCH!!! HOW THE DAMN ONE DIDN'T SHORTCUT THE FUCKING BALL!!!

He looked frustrated.

After whisking, take the muffin containers by putting each one in the mold and add the preparation and put them in the oven.

While he cooks the cupcakes, Max takes the opportunity to prepare the cream, I take another egg but this time without separating the yolk from the white, she does the same process of beating. To add cream cheese, condensed milk, sugar and milk, starting to beat for 16 minutes.

When the cream is taking shape, add red food coloring, beat again for only about 5 minutes, so that the cream has the pink color.

Then he takes the cakes out of the oven, fortunately they did not burn, but he remembered something, they did not have strawberries in the house, she could not believe that she forgot that detail, He thought about what to replace, he opened the refrigerator to see something to replace the strawberries, there were no fruits to match the cupcakes, but he found "dulce de leche", he recalled that in Argentina the magdanelas were still stuffed with dulce de leche. Use a churros filler to try to fill the cupcakes, take the piping bag and start creaming it.

When he finishes he hears his boyfriend shout "GOAL" it means that his team won the match.

- I see that Manchester City won, but celebrate it with a delicious cupcake.

- Nice detail my rabbit, thank you.

Ghost takes a cupcake, when he bites he didn't know it was filled, but you could tell he liked it.

- Honey this is delicious, plus that detail of the filling. How did it come about? - Very curious and happy question. -

- Well, inspiration and love for you. - Says while laughing at how cheesy it is. -

- Anyway, you outdid yourself. - Leave the cupcake on the table and hug max - I love you.

- Accept the hug. - I love you too, my ghost.

Well, it's my first mini-One-shot, I base it by a character bot.(one that I could create)

It makes me laugh that he wrote it while listening to kali uchis music.

This is my selfshipp with ghost.

By the way, I think I combined American English with British English, I learned both accents although it is difficult for me to differentiate them.

~Bye~

#call of duty #self ship #simon ghost riley #gayboy #mini fanfic #oneshot

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ghostlyshellofapuppet · 1 year

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Howl Pendragon x gn baker reader

I've never wrote for Howl before so sorry if he's occ and I'm writing for movie Howl not book Howl. I realize my writing is probably dry and I'm trying to work on that and constructive criticism is always appreciated. I think I kept it gn if not I'm sorry. I will probably make a part two

You've been running a small bakery for about six months and it's been doing really well for how long it's been open, and it's been a really nice part of your life. There's just something about seeing people enjoy what you make that makes waking up at 6 am to make sweets worth it. But today day started slow, maybe because of that rumor going around, something about a wizard and a castle. Anyway not that it didn't give you time to relax after baking all morning, until the door opened.

In stepped a tall man with blonde hair, a big jacket and a poofy white shirt, and you've never seen him before which is kind of odd. It's a small town and normally if it's a slow day your regulars are the main ones that come, but a customer is still a customer. He walks up to the counter with a type of stride that's oddly charming. He looks around for a second before speaking. " I need to chocolate cupcakes and a loaf of bread, please." After he makes his request you tally down what he asks and he pays, you move to start gathering the order. Deciding to make small talk you ask, " So I don't think I've seen you before, are you new?". He looks at you and smiles, " No, I'm not, I just don't get out much. It takes a special occasion for me to come out normally."

As you seal the box for the cupcakes and begin to wrap the bread in cloth you speak " Well I'm glad to meet you, I'm y/n . So what's the special occasion?" While handing him the baked goods, he replies, " My name is Howl and it's my apprentice's birthday so I thought I'd get him something, goodbye for now." You watch as he waves and walks out the exit while you now have to wait around for the next person.

It was five days later when he walked through your door again, this time with a red headed child who ran to the display case, looking at everything very excitedly. Howl, whose name you remembered which surprised you, walked up next to him. "Hi, nice to see you again, thought you didn't come out much." you greeted, while Howl greets back " Markel here", who glaces up at the sound of his name," was bugging me to buy more sweet stuff since I don't keep it on hand." Markel speaks up looking annoyed," All he keeps in the house is eggs, bacon and bread. "What's that?", he points to a cinnamon roll. Once you realize what he's pointing too, you tell him while Howl looks at you too with a smile, and the two start ordering what they want, pay and leave while you wave them off. The small talking with them is nice and doesn't seem as forced as it does with some people who come to your bakery, it's nice you realize, it comes naturally and kind of look forward to when he comes again, that is if he does come again.

It's been two weeks since you saw Howl and Markel until one morning you see Markel walk through the door and jog to the counter. " Hey" you greet," come back for more sweets?". Markel looks around in the display case and responds without looking at you, " Howl has been kinda distracted lately, lost in thought and I wanted to get him something to make him feel better and I know he likes the stuff you make but I don't know what to get him". At that you have to think for a moment about what makes people feel better, probably nothing fruity or citrusy, maybe something with cinnamon or chocolate. "What type of sweets does Howl like?", you ask Markel, but he shrugs and says, " He liked the chocolate cupcakes you made so maybe something chocolate, but I know he also really likes carrot cake." So to help Markel out you start to box carrot cake, chocolate cake and a cinnamon roll for Markel, while he watches slightly confused. You turn around and give him the box telling him not to worry about cost and Markel looks surprised but also joyful. He starts to run off to the door while thanking you but stops " Thank you ..... I don't think I ever learned your name." You smile " y/n" you say with a small laugh. " Thank you y/n" Markel calls as he runs off.

Markel arrives back at his house to find Howl staring off into space, sitting in front of Calsifer. "Howl, look what I brought you" Markel says as he runs up to him, causing Howl to tilt his head to him and perks up slightly seeing the box Markel is holding. Calsifer notices and starts speaking, " You got more from that bakery, can I have some this time, I never even got a cupcake the first time and you keep bringing back with nothing for me. I do keep this castle running but don't even get a bakery item." Howl ignores Calsifer and stands up, taking the box from Markel and makes his way over to the table and pushes away clutter to make a spot. " Thank you Markel, what is this for?" Howl questions while Markel grabs his cinnamon roll, " I noticed you've been off recently and I wanted to make you feel better. I think you like y/n baking a lot, don't you, I mean isn't that why you took me there that one time? So you would have an excuse to go again." Howl doesn't respond to his question and looks away slightly, listening to Calsifer in the background complaining while Howl takes the carrot cake for himself and takes the chocolate piece to Calsifer. While the fire demon eats it in one go Howl sits in peace eating while Markel tries to figure out what's been bothering him, deciding to ask him later, Markel goes back to eating.

If you read to the bottom thank you and if you have any constructive criticism to help my writing be better it is appreciated. I will more then likely be making more parts to this

#howl pendragon #x reader #howl pendragon x reader #howl's moving castle #fanfiction #Howl Pendragon x reader #Howl Jenkins Pendragon

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shares-a-vest · 1 year

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Eddie skips through the Harrington house, spinning his keys on his finger, excited that he is a mere 48 hours away from Easter weekend. A whole weekend without gremlin babysitting duties. A weekend without Robin around. She’s going to her great-aunt’s-sister-in-laws-mother’s something, something. Whatever… point is, she won’t be hanging around Steve’s house. Neither will Dustin with his silly experiments.

And as usual, Steve’s parents are nowhere in sight. And Wayne is working all weekend at the plant for the holiday pay because the old man is still paranoid that their secret government hush money will suddenly stop.

Just Eddie and Steve. All weekend.

Which is a good thing because as soon as Eddie steps into the kitchen, his heart skips a beat...

Okay, so maybe his heart more bursts out of his chest like a lovesick Bugs Bunny and falls right onto Mrs Harrington’s catalogue-ordered eggshell tiles because Steve is wearing a pair of rabbit ears. They’re big, fluffy and white, bent tantalisingly forward at the tips in a way that isn’t making Eddie think about Steve dressed up in a Playboy Bunny bow tie and wrist cuffs.

“Hi,” he garbles out, possibly yelling his greeting as he scans the room for a spot to sit down and catch his breath.

He flops down at the kitchen table by the window, breathing so heavily he’s sure he’ll fog up the nearby glass any minute.

Outside the kids are screeching and yelling as they run around desperately looking for chocolate, fighting each other for every last scrap of sugar.

“For a bunch of fourteen-year-olds who think they are too cool for everything, they sure do love an egg hunt,” Steve says, giving a high-pitched giggle.

“Sure…” Eddie slurs, now unsure if he’s even speaking loud enough to be heard as he screws his eyes shut and runs a clammy hand through his hair.

“Give me that basket, Robbie!” comes Nancy’s voice from outside.

Eddie opens his eyes to find Nancy wrestling Robin to the ground outside, sending a basket of eggs - and her own bunny ears - flying.

Ah, yes. Of course, this is all Buckley’s fault.

“No!” Robin shrieks, patting her now-empty head. “Those are mine!”

“You cheated! You helped Steve hide them!”

At the accusation, Max, Erica and Lucas look up in unison, cutting off their own squabbling as they bolt towards the scattered eggs.

“Don’t worry,” Steve chimes. “I saved you some.”

Eddie startles. If anything will reboot him, it's the promise of sugary goods. But as he whips around he feels his cheeks flush scarlet as he's confronted with those sinful bunny ears again.

He really is an idiot.

“What?” Steve asks, brows furrowing with confusion as he stands before his production-like lineup of cupcakes.

Eddie practically scrambles forward, planting his hands on the kitchen island for support. There’s an awkward silence (fine, fine, Eddie’s the one making it so... okay?) as Steve swaps pink icing for white.

“What’s with the ears?” Eddie eventually musters (aka blurts out), his voice strained and throaty, making him splutter.

Steve palms around over his head, letting out an all too cute chuckle as he brushes his fingers against an ear.

“Oh yeah, forgot I had them on.”

He shrugs and picks up another cupcake, piping little flowers atop coloured icing. In one swift move, Eddie rounds the counter, planting himself behind his boyfriend so he can snake his arms around Steve's middle. At least Steve's body will block him enough from this sickly-sweet baking scene. And if he tucks his chin in the crook of Steve's neck, he can't see those wicked bunny ears at all.

Unfortunately though, now he can smell Steve. A combination of baked goods, cologne and fruity shampoo...

“Eat this one,” Steve commands, knocking Eddie out of his daze as he holds up a cupcake with shakily-piped blue icing (a clear reject). “And you better not get any crumbs on this shirt!”

Eddie snatches it up and shoves the whole thing in his mouth.

“'Kay,” he chokes out, struggling to chew as he flicks a crumb off Steve’s shoulder, immediately leaving a smear of chocolate on his freshly ironed navy-blue polo.

“Had a headache earlier,” Steve explains before sucking a blob of pink icing off the back of his hand with a smacking pop. “Hence all the leftovers.”

He waves at a small plate filled with half a dozen poorly decorated (in Eddie's eyes they are perfectly fine) cupcakes.

“That’s no good, precious,” he soothes, inching back to run his hands up Steve’s back.

Which is a bad move because as he retreats, Eddie catches an eyeful of the bunny ears. God damn it.

“Stevie,” he coos before he can stop himself.

“Yes?” he replies, clearing his throat as his body stiffens up in defiance of the tight hold Eddie has on him.

And yeah, maybe the tight hold comes with a wiggling hip grind too...

“You wanna be my dirty little bunny?” Eddie whispers, nipping at Steve’s earlobe.

“Don’t-” Steve whines as Eddie rolls his hips forward and pushes him against the counter.

“Burrowing away into our cosy nest while I play with your big carrot…”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Steve laughs, cutting him off.

“Well now I’ve completely lost track of my metaphor,” he shrieks. “Point is: I want to fuck you while you’re wearing those positively naughty bunny ears, baby.”

He reaches up and flicks one of the ears, earning a giggle.

“Yeah, I got that part,” Steve says matter-of-factly.

Eddie slides his hands into the front pocket of Steve’s blue apron. Seriously, this guy wears so much blue.

“Stop,” Steve begs halfheartedly. “I know you have icing all over your fingers.”

Eddie wrinkles his nose and hisses, bearing his teeth.

Typically, resorting to incoherent animal noises doesn’t work on Steve but sure enough, he turns around, shuffling on the spot as Eddie makes no attempt to free up any space between them.

“Be cooperative,” he bargains, smirking as he takes the ears and places them on Eddie’s head. “And we can do whatever you want.”

He straightens up Eddie’s fringe and gives an overly-enthusiastic whistle.

“You’re right,” he winks. “These do look good.”

He kisses Eddie in a way that's far too dirty and wet for Steve Harrington’s Easter Cupcake Factory. It takes him by surprise, thoroughly knocking the last puff of remaining air right out of his poor lungs.

And as quick as it happened, Steve pulls back, smirking. He places his hands on Eddie’s chest, making him purr like a goddamn cat as his heart pounds. He runs them down Eddie’s shirt front, lower and lower until he reaches his belt and gives it a tug.

Then the little shit turns back around as if nothing happened.

Ever the terrible timing, everyone barges in through the sliding door, talking loudly and clamouring for the goodie bags, shoving past each other and grappling for the treats without “thanks”. Steve grumbles incoherent complaints as he attempts to hand out the bags he’d probably assigned, launching straight back to his regular Annoyed Dad mode.

And all Eddie can do is lean against the opposite counter, pouting like an absolute grouch as he wills away a cardiac arrest.

#the opposite energy to yesterday's ficlet #me walking right up to the line of writing literal spice bc i'm too scared to write glorious smut lmao #gah this ended up being waaaay too long #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #steddie easter #st: easter edition #steve x eddie #steddie headcanon

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irrationally proud of the cheesecake bites i made today

recipe is based on me vaguely remembering cheesecake. all amounts listed may need adjustment--i'm a cook not a baker. they are approximations.

recipe:

10 stacks of graham crackers

3 tbsp butter (i use salted so as to not add more salt later)

1 1/2 cup cream cheese

1/2 cup sour cream

3/4 cup granulated sugar

splash of vanilla extract

3 large egg

1 tsp lemon zest (optional)

1-2 cups chocolate chips (i don’t know exactly how much was left in the bag but i used all of it) - semi-sweet dark chocolate. baking chocolate if you can find it.

honk of butter (1-2 tsp?)

3/4 cup heavy whipping cream

blackberries (one of the little boxes. 6 oz?)

more sugar (a little less than 1/2 cup, but more than 3/8)

juice of half a lemon, squeezed gently. don’t get all of it out. whatever comes out on one squeeze, sans seeds. use the zested lemon.

the steps:

oven on to 325 F / 162 C

get muffin tin. if you’re using the raw tin, butter it. i use silicone cupcake molds to be fancy.

get out your blender/food processor and and absolutely obliterate the graham crackers. i’m talking sand by the end of it. if you don’t have a blender, put the crackers in a bag and violently whack against a hard surface. it has to be violent enough to shatter the crackers without smashing the bag open. do not smash the bag open.

melt 3 tbsp butter in the microwave. try for 15 second increments, or if you’re like me, put a cover on it and spin it around for 1 min and watch the microwave try to pop the cover off.

dump the butter in the blender and blend. it better be looking like wet sand.

take the blade OUT of the blender.

then scoop a spoonful into each thing. cupcake mold. flatten it carefully, you don’t want an uneven base.

let them sit while you do the filling.

the cheesecake:

get a stand mixer. if you clean it properly, you can reuse the blender. doing this manually takes time and effort, but it’s possible. if you have multiple attachments, use the beater not the whisk.

dump the cream cheese in the mixer. mix on low-medium speed. when it becomes an immovable blob on the beater, stop, poke it until it falls down and then scrape the sides. this happens less if it’s room temperature and not freshly refrigerated.

add the sour cream. beat until smooth. keep taking globs of cream cheese off of the beater and the sides, and your hands and the mixer and the counter.

add the first sugar increment in parts while beating.

VANILLA EXTRACT

add the eggs one at a time. room temp is better and i mean it. also don’t over beat—when the preceding egg has just been fully mixed in add the next.

lemon zest if you really want to. just a tad bit though. a sprinkle. a pinch. a teaspoon.

it should be liquidy, but form ribbons when lifted.

gently scoop the filling into each of the cups up to about the 3/4 mark. it will grow and then shrink.

you will have excess—either get another muffin tin or chuck it into another pan to make crustless cheesecake. do not forget to butter the pan if you don’t have silicone.

if the oven is up to temp (325 F / 162 C) pop the cheesecakes in for 30 minutes. take them out when the timer goes off—they should have risen to fill the cup.

let the cakes settle and create a dip in the top of the cheesecake.

if you're doing the crustless as well--thoroughly butter your pan. let it cook for ~20 extra minutes

the chocolate ganache:

make a double boiler: small saucepan 1/3 full of water put on to boil on medium heat, and a medium-large mixing bowl that rests on top of the saucepan.

dump the chocolate chips into the bowl with 1-2 tsp butter and let it melt

occasionally move the chocolate around to make sure all of it melts

gently stir in the heavy whipping cream while it’s on the heat. you have to be thorough with this—don’t leave milky bits.

when the chocolate is fully glossy, take it off the heat and let it cool while you make the compote.

compote:

dump out the water from the saucepan

put the blackberries, sugar and lemon juice in the saucepan and let it sit for a second while you start moving dishes to the sink

turn the stove on to medium again and get the blackberries to a boil. stir the berries and crush with your cooking implement of choice--i prefer a wooden spoon.

turn the heat down to medium-low and let it simmer. for like 20+ minutes. i say 20+ because i wasn't really paying attention.

finishing the cheesecakes:

when the blackberries have formed a relatively thick sauce, check to see how much the cakes have cooled. if they're cool to the touch, you're good.

let the blackberries cool.

put 1 berry per cheesecake. if it's small, do two. put a bit of the sauce around the berry, don't let it touch the edges of the cake.

if the ganache has cooled enough, spoon about 1-2 tbsp on top of the berried cheesecakes. it should fill the cup just to the top.

tap the tray to settle the chocolate. not too much or you'll spill.

stick them in the freezer. 2 hours will get the job done, but overnight is better for setting.

take them out of the cups and put in a container. only store in fridge or freezer if you can, the chocolate is less likely to melt that way.

eating:

take the cheesecakes out and let them rest for a few minutes before eating so you can actually eat them.

#personal #recipes #baking #cheesecake #cheesecake bites

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 years

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Hello I’m the one who requested a fic for Xavier (p.s I loved it) maybe you could do the same thing but for Wednesday and/or Enid

“Enid, get your had o it the batter!” You scolded the blonde as you lightly slapped her hand out of the batter. “I’m sorry! Your baking is just so good!” She whines, licking off the batter she did manage to scoop out from the bowl, “so good.” She whispered under her breath. “It’s not even done yet!” You exclaimed, pulling away the bowl so she wouldn’t be tempted for another helping of salmonella.

Originally the plan was that you were going to bake a batch of sugar cookies then some lemon butterfly cakes, iced star cookies after that before finishing off with some almond and raspberry jelly drops or s’mores depending on which you were feeling at the time. However Enid insisted that she’d lend a helping hand but that ‘helping hand’ was too preoccupied by dipping itself into the batter more times the you could count.

“So? The batter is always the best part.” Enid counters as though she was speaking a proven fact. “Then don’t come crying to me when your sick in bed from your over indulgence.” You retorted, pinching her cheeks lightly; Looking over the book you had prepped up and began to read the following steps when Enid runs a cold blob of batter down your cheek.

You pause your reading to look at her as she chuckled behind her hand, eyes crinkling in the corners from how wide she was smiling it warmed your heart and forged a playful fire within your soul. You smirk as you dip your finger into the batter, taking advantage of her lack of self awareness to leave a streak of batter across her forehead, causing Enid to gasp. “You didn’t!”

“I did.” You smirked like the shithead you were and before you could blink, Enid had sent a cloud of flour into your hair, powdering it in white. “You better be up to finishing what you start kitten because you just stared a war.” You told her as you sprinkled some edible toppings into the tresses of her blonde hair. Funnily enough her blonde hair looked like the iced topping of a cupcake from where you stood. “I was born ready.” Enid rebutted, already holding a couple of eggs in her hand.

Wednesday didn’t have a sweet tooth per-say so when you were flipping through your big book of bakery one day, you came across all sorts of treats that immediately brought Wednesday to mind; Apple strudel with cider sauce, rhubarb, ginger and raisin muffins, dark chocolate blueberry tarts, Halloween spiderweb cookies and rich ginger brownies.

Wednesday wasn’t as overall enthusiastic about sweet treats like Enid was but that didn’t mean she despised them all together. She just had a different choice in what she’d like to go into them, that’s all. With your mind made up, you immediately went down to the kitchens and got started on baking the first recipe on your list.

Wednesday was curious when you didn’t meet her at her dorm like usual whenever you had spare time on your hands. She wasn’t worried either as she knew very well of your penchant for baking; So it didn’t take long for the Addams to deduce where you’d might be in this current moment and time and sighed. Wednesday found your impulse to bake very endearing but you had a tendency to over bake which then leads to you struggling to carry up your finished products without accidents to occur.

That plus the fact that you had left your tuppaware boxes and bag in her dorm from the last time you came to hang out with herself and Enid. “That fool.” She utters fondly, seeing as she now has a reason to go see you, Wednesday picks up the tuppaware and puts them into the bag and heads down to the kitchen where you had just placed some rich ginger brownies on the cooking rack. “Are those for me?” Her voice took you off guard as you almost flung a oven mitt before realising it was her, you took a deep breath as you placed the mitts on the side.

“Jesus Wednesday, you scared me you flat footed harbinger of darkness!” You swore you could see a small smile on her lips that left as soon as it came. “You forgot these.” She said blandly, holding out the plain carrier bag with Xavier’s cute little doodles across it with the tops of the tuppaware boxes just slightly visible. “Your a life saver Wednesday.” You sighed, crossing the kitchen to take the bag; Only for her to pull the bag away from you with a mischievous glint in her eye which made you confused.

“I’ll give you this, only if you allow me to stay and have the first bite of your ginger brownies.” You made a face as though you were heavily in thought which then quickly turned into that of a happy expression as you reached out to grab the bag. “I accept your deal miss Addams, your throne awaits.” You said almost as exaggeratedly as your bow, causing her to scoff, before taking her hand in your free one and helping her sit upon the counter; From where she studied you like a hawk as you continued to bake.

#wednesday addams x reader #Wednesday Addams imagines #Wednesday Addams x you #Wednesday Addams imagine #Wednesday Addams fanfic #Wednesday Addams fic #wednesday x reader #wednesday imagine #Wednesday imagines #Wednesday x you #Wednesday fanfic #Wednesday fic #enid sinclair fic #enid sinclair fanfic #enid sinclair x you #enid sinclair imagine #enid sinclair x reader #Enid sinclair imagines

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Fics Named After Foods (4) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three

Cakes And Answers (fanfiction.net) - BluStrawberri

Summary: Dan and Phil decide to do another baking video, and while Phil is hesitant, Dan’s excitement is catchy, and they have a good time. Questions are asked, slight awkwardness ensues, and Phil’s left speechless.

Candy (ao3) - greymarius

Summary: Dan and Phil take their son, Dil, trick-or-treating on the day of Halloween. Dan, being the little sneak that he is, decides to steal half of Dil’s candy.

Candy Ache - boofphil

Summary: Dan eats too much candy, but luckily there’s Phil.

Chocolates, Flowers, Poems, And Other Ways To Say “I Hate You” - placingglaciers

Summary: In which Dan is determined to show his feelings for Phil, the boy from school who barely knows him, before Valentine’s Day the only way he truly knows how.

Christmas Candy Grams - auroraphilealis

Summary: Dan gets a candy gram at his workplace from a secret admirer calling him an angel, but Dan has absolutely no idea who it could be.

Cinnamon and Pepper (ao3) - Absolutefilthimsosorry

Summary: Dan doesn’t like it when Phil tries unusual food without him

Coffee At Midnight (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: A recent trauma has lead Phil to embrace a ‘try new things’ approach to his life. One of those new things is learning how to swim, and Dan is the lifeguard who’s going to teach him.

Cupcakes And A Child’s Love (ao3) wavydanrises:

Summary: Dan is working at the bakery “The Cake Whisperer” when a man and his child come into his life. All it took was a spiderman cupcake.

EXTREME TRIPLE CHOCOLATE NESTS (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan and Phil cook some Easter nests.

fish me up (ao3) - megiaolf

Summary: Dan has a crush on the pet store clerk.

Icing Fights And Lovebites - phanlight

Summary: It’s nearly Dan’s birthday, and Phil wants to celebrate by making him a cake in a baking video. But will things go according to plan? Read on to find out more!

Marshmallow Santa - adorkablephil

Summary: Just a little domestic fluff moment for Christmas.

much-a-dough about muffin (ao3) - tinydragon (tiny_dragon)

Summary: Dan is the best baker in his apartment building until his new neighbour shows up and threatens his position (and his dignity). It turns out that actually, he might have a competitive streak.

Salted Caramel Brownies (ao3) - dip_the_pip

Summary: Family insists on calling more during quarantine, so Dan hops on a video call with his Nan for some baking.

Scrambled Eggs (ao3) - thoughtfullightcollection

Summary: Phil makes Dan comfort food on a bad day.

Secrets and S'more(ao3) - flowerchilddeeno

Summary: In which Dan and Phil are coworkers who seem to hate one another, but then something happens at the staff Christmas party.

the sanctity of fajitas (ao3) - kishere

Summary: prompt: dan and phil cook something without the recipe, because phil is confident they know how to cook it from memory

the ultimate pizza (ao3) - watergator

Summary: sex and pizza

when it rains, it’s lemon cakes (ao3) - gogystyle

Summary: Sneaking around. Crushed pastries at the bottom of the tray. Kisses at dawn and the impending threat of an arranged marriage.

Phil meets a tall stranger on a late-night rendezvous through the castle. What happens when that stranger’s smile and laugh fill an entire room, burrowing besides Phil’s heart and refusing to leave?

You Opened the Ice Cream Shop, Give Me the Scoop (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Phil confronts Dan about the marriage comments he made live on Stereo.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #food #food masterlist #food tw

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rabbitcruiser · 4 months

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World Baking Day

Cookies, brownies, pies, bread…try out some new recipes, or revisit your old favorites to have a little fun in the kitchen and end up with tasty treats.

Crunchy cookies, chewy brownies, decadent tortes, cute cupcakes, crusty baked bread…baking is an art this world would just not be the same without. Do you even know anyone who could honestly say they don’t have deep, unconditional love for at least one of the above? We thought not! This World Baking Day, it’s time to dig out that rolling pin and prepare something delicious! Surprise a friend, coworker, neighbor or relative with a delicious sweet or savory treat to let them know how much you care, or just make something to enjoy in your own home. However you decide to celebrate this day, make it deliciously unforgettable!

History of World Baking Day

World Baking Day was created to spread the joy of baking all around the world, especially to those who perhaps don’t bake too often and are not particularly experienced at it. This day is meant to show people just how much fun it can be to make a cake or some cookies, and baking can be a great way to spend time with family and friends. Not to mention how much fun it is to eat what you’ve made once it’s done!

It’s incredible that we’ve managed to go so long without a World Baking Day. We discovered evidence that baking has existed for over 14,000 years, proving that we simply can’t live without it! In fact, the first bakers in Jordan created flatbreads, which they then wrapped around meat – potentially the first-ever sandwich in existence. Roman times saw the birth of the artisan baker. Lovers of all things decadent, Romans prized the pastry chef, and those that brought new baked goods to the worlds were ever-popular at feasts and banquets.

In the United Kingdom, by the Middle Ages, baking went commercial, with many trading regulations and rules governing how to bake and sell bread. But everyone’s got to eat, so anyone with an oven was baking bread to feed their families. The delicious, mouth-watering cakes we eat today started to emerge for the upper echelons of society from the middle ages onwards.

Technology also helped upgrade the ovens to help bring better-baked goods to the masses, especially in the nineteenth century. Food was easier to preserve, too, so many people could order in meats and milk from across the country rather than relying on their backyard cows or chickens. Cans also cultivated a new innovation for baking, as meats and veg could be canned and exported from places like Australia.

New baking innovations arrived during WWI and WWII. In America during the wars, baking thrived as people moved to the US, and rationing saw the need for increasingly crafty creations. In America, different flavors from across the world arrived, from Italian cannolis to Mexican Tres Leches. When people couldn’t find fat or eggs during the wars, Applesauce Cake was baked into existence, which is still made today and used as an alternative to eggs and fat in vegan baking.

The increase in prosperity after the war allowed baking to flourish into the foods we love today, all culminating in this event. Enjoy the chance to bake, eat, and be merry with friends and family during this day.

How to celebrate world Baking Day

You don’t have to be a pastry chef specializing in fancy tortes to celebrate this holiday. All you really need is a little flour, sugar and butter and a sense of adventure! One of the best things about baking is that there are thousands upon thousands of recipes to choose from, so everyone is sure to find something to suit their specific tastes. Are you a fan of all things chocolate? Why not make some brownies? Rocky Road Brownies, for example, combine the richness of chocolate with the crunchiness of walnuts and the softness of marshmallows. But perhaps the best news about brownies is that almost all brownie recipes can be made in just one bowl!

If you’re more of a health food buff, there’s no reason for you to feel left out—there are plenty of baked goods that are decidedly good for you, like apple-cinnamon bran muffins or date and oatmeal muffins, and many more. Do you have a rambunctious child who is curious about the world? Why not share the magic of baking with them by making some creatively decorated cookies? Chocolate cherry thumbprint cookies, for example, are both easy and fun to make. Sugar cookies are also very simple to make and lots of fun to decorate with colorful icings and sprinkles. Or are you a bit more experienced at baking? If so, there are also many torte recipes that you could hone your skills making. Apricot Almond Torte, for example, requires you to make your own marzipan. And who wouldn’t want to know how to make their own perfect marzipan?

Or are you a fan of baking but prefer savory to sweet? Why not bake that bread, or create those mouth-watering pies and pastries that we all love so much? Fill your creations with delicious savory treats, like cheese or meat. Vegan or vegetarian? Browse your favorite recipe books for inventions made with flour, salt, applesauce, and sunflower oil. If you’re a budding savory baker, crustless quiches are the perfect way of incorporating delectable fillings in a quick and easy way.

If you don’t have time to bake, you could visit a local bakery instead of buying yet another package of mass-produced, sugary cookies filled with preservatives but devoid of flavor. Nothing is quite as relaxing as sitting back with a cup of coffee or tea and perhaps a book, enjoying a piece of pie.

If you want to share the baking joy with your nearest and dearest, why not invite some friends over for a baking party? It’s the perfect excuse to share your cakes and cookies (or at least the recipes). You can ask them to bring round their favorite cookie cutters and recipe ideas and you can all whizz up a storm in your kitchen. Or you can order in from your local bakery, put on a cooking competition and binge-watch and eat at the same time.

However, you decide to celebrate this day, make sure you and your nearest and dearest enjoy this day and all of its sweetness to the fullest.

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its late in every timezone but my own but w/e finally i have The Energy to write my annual quads day gift post

Nancor gave Gliese a bouquet of dried roses, as well as a dark chocolate bunny. he says that the latter isn't an early Easter gift, but boy do the Easter eggs seem to arrive in stores earlier every sweep!

Dismas gave Maidel half a dozen cupcakes, three of which are vanilla-flavoured and decorated to look like sheep, and the other three are black liquorice-flavoured and decorated to look like goats

Callan bought Gerrel a cheap fondue kit as well as some fruits and a lot of snacks perfect for dipping into the chocolate. as with any of his gifts, it's clear he just wants to eat fun foods with his moirail or have Gerrel do all the work for him. He's not expecting anything from Izuili, but if Izu surprises him he's got a back-up Chocolate Bar From His Pocket as a return gift. don't ask how long that's been in there

Ashe gave Cheran a box of chocolates shaped like anatomically-correct hearts, which he bought from Viltau so they're. um. let's just say Cheran will have no issue eating them without feeling ill afterwards. And he gave Jikiro a box of various chocolate liqueurs, making sure that at least one of the flavours is plum wine

Velour made Jamie a beanie with a subtle diamond pattern, and also gave him first pickings of any chocolate / quadrants day themed gift that was sent to him by his fans. he certainly isn't going to be able to eat all that chocolate on his own

Mikiel is still Going Through Shit rn so he did not visit Lyvere, but he has set aside a box of fancy chocolate truffles to say thanks for the care packages he's been leaving at Miki's doorstep. He's also got a box for Thrixe when he returns as well

Lucy was unable to give Anirus anything for Quadrants Day due to the situation in Vernrot, but he did enjoy spending time with them regardless and promises to make them a nice meal and also some cookies next time they visit

Sharle did manage to get the evening off work, but he totally forgot about a gift and picked up a box of expensive chocolates on the way to see Jamie. he's still new to this dating thing ok he's Trying

Viltau made Jikiro a box of artisanal chocolates with some unique flavours (like rose tea or macadamia + lemon myrtle), and will challenge Ji to identify every single flavour. If he succeeds, he will receive a prize: A chocolate tanuki statue that is holding a bouquet of chocolate roses, Amaury Guichon-style. For Kitaer, he made chocolates shaped like various body parts... All preserved in formaldehyde to resemble a murder mystery he challenged Kitaer to solving early on in their relationship.

Glasya bought Mikail some incredibly hot/spicy chili chocolates, but also made their own version as well. They want him to tell them which ones he prefers, and if he says the store-brand ones they will pout and pretend to get incredibly offended... But also ask him why so they can improve their craft and really knock his socks off next sweep >:3c

#ooc #spring and a storm #null and void #the prince and the pauper #art attack #lonely too long #dearly departed #starstruck #served ice cold #icebreaker #guiding you home #bluebirds #dressed to impress #kittau #mixed messages #if any gifts are repeats from previous years / 12th perigees no theyre not. my memory is a sieve #and we're just gonna pretend they're all fresh and new and exciting

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Look at That Cake (Elucien) 🎁

Summary: A series of fluffy/smutty ACOTAR winter one-shots! 12 stories for the 12 days leading up to Solstice (December 21).

Lucien helps Elain bake some cupcakes on Solstice. Sneak peek of my Secret Santa fanfiction without giving too much away (Gwynriel happening in the background)!

Notes: This one-shot takes place several months after the events of Pumpkin Fields Forever, but can still be read as a stand-alone.

Read: Masterlist | AO3

“Do you need any help?” Lucien asked.

Elain had excused herself to whip up more dessert, since everybody was craving solid food after drinking copious amounts of wine.

Most of the evening was spent ogling at Lucien’s chiseled face, the exposed triangle of tanned brown chest, his perky ass, and his muscular thighs from a distance. Elain gone to the kitchen to calm down her pitter-pattering heart. But now, Lucien was leaning casually against the kitchen door, looking like a lord’s rakish son. Well. There went her heart again.

Despite what Elain thought was a great day at the Velaris Harvest Festival, Lucien hadn’t visited her since. Elain had spent the last few months wondering where he was, recycling her memories of that day over and over, listening intently for any mention of Lucien in the Inner Circle’s conversations. Nothing.

Where have you been? How are you? What are we? Elain had been dying to ask him when he showed up at the door for the Solstice Party. She shouldn’t care so much, shouldn’t be so interested in a male who was still a stranger, despite the constant presence of their mating bond.

“You know how to bake?” she found herself asking.

“No, but I’m quite adept at cooking.” Lucien remained in the doorway, half his face shadowed and the other half apprehensive. “I just…I didn’t want you to be doing everything yourself.”

“I wouldn’t mind your help.” Elain glanced at his emerald green shirt and creased black pants. “Though you should put on an apron so your clothes don’t get dirty.” The two aprons available were her frilly pink ones. But Lucien donned the apron and swept his long, scarlet hair into a bun without complaint.

“I am at my lady’s service.” Lucien’s little bow made Elain’s mouth twitch humorously. She always fought the urge to blush whenever Lucien called her his lady. “How do I look?”

If any male could look attractive in a frilly pink apron, it was Lucien. “You look like you’re ready to bake. Start by washing these oranges.” Elain practically shoved the fruits into Lucien’s hand, face heating as she turned away.

“What are you making?” Elain was studying the cookbook when Lucien peered over her shoulder at the recipe.

“Orange and chocolate cupcakes.” A cup of flour, ¾ cup of sugar…1/2 pound of melted chocolate…gods, did Lucien always smell so good? His tantalizing scent of warm sunshine and sweet apples was distracting her from the numbers.

“Sounds delicious,” Lucien agreed. He leaned down to examine the recipe, his face nearly cheek-to-cheek with Elain’s. If she turned her head, she could probably kiss him.

“If I mix the dry ingredients…can you mix the wet ingredients and zest the oranges?” she asked faintly, trying to quell the urge to turn her head.

“Certainly, my lady,” he affirmed. Admiring Lucien’s nicely shaped ass was inevitable as he collected the necessary ingredients. The apron, slightly too small for his tall frame, made the sculpted lines of his back and chest more pronounced. Elain had never seen Lucien in a domestic setting before, so having him wear her apron left her possessive urges satisfied. Mine, Elain’s instincts proclaimed proudly. Ah, that infernal mating bond.

Elain tried to pay attention to the dry ingredients, but her eyes were drawn—once again—to Lucien expertly mixing the wet ingredients. Zesting the oranges with ease? Mesmerizing. Cracking an egg with one hand? Amazing. Squeezing a gush of juice from the oranges with the same hand? Drool-inducing.

Cauldron, the oven was not the only thing heating up in the kitchen.

Elain melted the chocolate and began to lift the heavy bowl of wet ingredients. “Let me help you.” Lucien stepped up beside her, pouring the wet ingredients into the dry bowl as Elain whisked.

“Thank you,” she murmured, his chest brushing her shoulder and sending a thrill down her body. “Here, you can fold the chocolate into the batter.” Elain handed Lucien a spatula. “Don’t fold too much. We want a swirl pattern in the cupcakes.”

“Very particular,” Lucien murmured in her ear.

“It needs to look nice,” she protested.

“I didn’t know you were such a perfectionist, my lady,” Lucien teased.

“I am not one to do things half-heartedly.” Elain poured the melted chocolate as Lucien folded the batter carefully.

“Good.” Lucien’s russet eye glimmered with satisfaction as he glanced down at her. “Because neither am I.” He began pouring the swirled batter into the tins. Elain watched him, marveling at his precision and the lack of spilled batter on the side.

Meanwhile, Lucien’s self-control was slipping by the minute. A proper conversation with his mate had eluded him all night, thanks to her family’s sharp eyes and even sharper ears. He managed to make awkward small talk with Elain, about nonsensical things like the weather and Velaris.

The mere fact that Elain had given him a present this year had made his night. But when she smiled—smiled—at the small plant he’d gifted her, Lucien felt like taking a victory lap around the icy block of mansions.

Now, she looked absolutely delicious dressed in a cute pink apron. Cauldron, that apron was going to be the death of him. But he couldn’t just let his desires run amok. Lucien hadn’t spoken to Elain in months, and he wanted to know what she’d been up to. If she ever thought about him.

Elain was truly in her element: brows furrowing, lip chewing, and earthy brown eyes blazing as she whisked the heavy cream with a frenzy. Not one hair was out of place, not a single smudge of flour on her lilac dress.

“I’m tired,” she announced after a few minutes, hopping to sit on the counter and handing the half-whipped bowl of frosting to Lucien.

“Your dress?”

Elain shrugged. “It’ll be alright. Now whisk.” Her normally soft voice was assertive in her kitchen domain.

Lucien chuckled. “My lady is very bossy. I like that.” Elain blushed, and he could feel her eyes on him as he whisked the frosting efficiently.

“Alright, now I’m going to add the powdered sugar and chocolate powder to the bowl.” Lucien sent clouds of sugar and chocolate flying into the air when Elain dumped the powders into the cream.

Elain coughed, waving her hand to disperse the clouds. “Sorry, my lady.”

“It’s alright,” she said between coughs. “I should’ve told you not to stir so quickly. Here, let me do it instead.” As they waited for the cupcakes to finish, Elain sat on the counter, hugging the bowl of frosting in her lap. A few moments of awkward silence passed.

“I’ve been meaning to ask…how have you been?”

“I’ve been alright,” she replied quietly. “You know. Velaris is the same as always.” Her brown eyes were sorrowful when she asked, “where were you all these months?”

So his mate did think of him while he was gone. It pleased Lucien immensely. “Did you miss me?” he smirked.

Elain blushed, but her pink lips were set in a line. “Answer my question first,” she demanded.

“Bossy bossy,” Lucien tsked with a smile. “Well, the last few months were unexpectedly busy: taking Vassa and Jurian to the continent for negotiations with the other human queens, reaching out to Tamlin’s former courtiers, keeping tabs on Autumn’s movements.”

“Oh.” Mild worry etched in Elain’s face. “Make sure…make sure you take time for yourself.”

Lucien shrugged. “I’m taking time for myself today. Now…did you miss me?”

Elain scowled and swatted at his arm. “That is very conceited of you.” Lucien arched an eyebrow. “I was open to spending more time with you after the Harvest Festival, but you did not show up to Velaris.”

“If that is what my lady wants, then I am happy to oblige.”

“Well, what do you want?”

A trap. Of course Lucien wanted nothing more than to find passionate love. Wanted his mate to be truly his. But he couldn’t put that pressure on Elain, especially when he hadn’t allowed himself to explore the extent of his feelings for her. She’d avoided him for nearly three years, and though she seemed more receptive to him now, he didn’t want to have his heart crushed again. “I would like to visit Velaris more often. To visit you.” It wasn’t a lie…it just wasn’t the full truth.

“I would also like it if you visited Velaris more often.” There was no hint of deception on Elain’s beautiful face.

Touch her, smell her, taste her, Lucien’s instincts urged him. Instead he said quietly, “I see you’re wearing the pearl earrings.” The creamy white pearls were lovely on her pointed ears. Lucien hesitantly before tucking a brown lock of hair behind Elain’s ear. To his relief, she did not stiffen or draw back.

Elain smiled softly and took the box of corn hair clips that she’d gifted him hours earlier from his breast pocket. He knew precisely why she bought hair clips with corn charms: a reference to when they got lost in the corn maze at the Velaris Harvest Festival. “What are you doing?” Lucien asked.

“Seeing how these look on you. I’m wearing your Solstice present, so you should wear mine.” Lucien stayed very, very still as her fingers undid his bun and gently threaded through his shimmering red hair. Click, click. The corn clips snapped on either side of his head, pulling his long, crimson hair away from his face. He missed her soft touch when Elain leaned back, eyes twinkling. “I like it.”

Lucien shook his head like a dog, but the clips stayed in place. “I have a feeling I look very ridiculous right now,” he muttered.

“You do not look ridiculous.”

Lucien puffed his chest mockingly. “This set-up is not doing favors for my reputation. I’ll have you know, my lady, that I am a famed courtier, a respectable emissary, a warrior, a son of a High Lord—”

He was cut off when Elain took a dab of frosting and swiped it on his nose. “Now you look ridiculous,” she giggled.

Lucien leaned in closer, his hands on the counter caging her in. Elain’s breath caught, and Lucien could have sworn her nostrils flared to inhale his scent. “Should I report to Rhysand that Velaris’s most famed baker is violating food safety guidelines by contaminating the frosting?”

Elain shrugged and swiped another bit of frosting from the bowl. Lucien’s knees nearly buckled when she put her frosting covered finger in her mouth and sucked, maintaining eye contact. “Taste-testing is very important in the kitchen. I thought you said you were adept at cooking?”

Gods, was she flirting with him?

Lucien smirked, leaning in even closer. “At least I use a spoon when I taste things. Not my fingers.” Elain’s eyes widened, her red cheeks betraying her inappropriate thoughts. “In the kitchen. Is my lady thinking inappropriate thoughts?”

“Who says you can’t do those things in the kitchen—Oh!” Elain let out a startled gasp, staring at something behind him.

Lucien whipped around to see Azriel and Gwyneth Berdara standing in the hallway, staring straight into the kitchen. The female had a loose grip on the back of Azriel’s shirt, and smiled brightly at Lucien and Elain. Azriel, on the other hand, looked mildly disturbed. As if he’d just walked in on two people fucking. Which was definitely not what was going on here.

“We were just baking cupcakes,” Elain’s voice was a bit breathless.

Lucien realized he had chocolate frosting on his nose. Cauldron boil and fry him. “This is not what it looks like,” he stammered, hastily wiping his face.

Gwyneth giggled at Lucien, teal eyes twinkling. Great. There went his reputation as a famed courtier, respectable emissary, warrior, son of a High Lord… “We didn’t see anything,” she said mischievously, giving the shadowsinger a friendly push. “Az is just showing me where the bathroom was.”

From the way the Night Court spymaster had smiled at Gwyneth all night to the way he allowed her to push him so casually, Lucien had a feeling there was something more than friendship happening behind the scenes. Going to the bathroom? Yeah, right. Lucien gave Azriel a pointed stare as the two passersby left.

“That reminds me, we should take the cupcakes out of the oven now,” Lucien said, moving away from Elain. Once the cupcakes cooled, Lucien tried to pipe the icing onto the fresh cupcakes, but his clumsy attempts were lopsided.

“Here.” His senses zeroed in on Elain’s warm hand around his, guiding the icing bag and making perfect swirls. Lucien held back from snarkily saying, “If you could just keep your hand there forever, that would be nice.” He didn’t want to scare Elain off.

Lucien ended up piping most of the cupcakes. He picked up the tray of finished cupcakes and followed Elain back to the family room. “We made cupcakes!” Elain sang cheerfully.

“Finally!” Varian said, stumbling over to grab a cupcake from Elain. “Thank you both. I can tell which cupcakes were the ones Lucien decorated.”

“Because they’re the better-looking ones, right?” Lucien elbowed Elain, who merely rolled her eyes.

“Say that again and I’ll put frosting on your face,” Elain said calmly. But there was a humorous glint in her brown eyes.

“I wouldn’t mind if you were the one frosting my face,” Lucien said.

Elain stood on her tip-toes to whisper into his ear. “What kind of frosting are you talking about?”

It was Lucien’s turn to blush. What was it—the third time that night Elain had let it slip that she had a dirty mind? Compared to her previous behavior of awkward avoidance, it was a welcome surprise. But was she actually interested in him, or was she simply flirting with him?

“The sweet kind.” Elain elbowed him back, red to the tips of her pearl-studded ears. Lucien grinned, taking a bite of the cupcake. Warm, zesty goodness was paired with rich notes of chocolate. “These taste good.”

“Thank you. I’ll let my new baking assistant know he passed with flying colors,” Elain quipped.

“Cupcake!” Nyx squealed happily, reaching for Rhysand’s hand.

“Did someone say cupcake?” Cassian called out. He and Nesta reappeared in the room, reeking of perfume. Lucien chuckled. At least they had the courtesy to cover up their arousal before returning.

“Where’s Gwyn?” Nesta asked, turning around to survey the room. “She’s going to miss the chocolate!”

“Where’s Az?” Cassian added. Confusion crossed the others’ faces as they looked at each other, trying to remember what had happened. A moment of silence passed before Elain and Lucien began to laugh.

“I don’t know, but we saw them ‘going to the bathroom’ earlier,” Elain giggled. “Maybe we should use the second floor bathroom for now.”

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