#and ofc better utensils and pots n pans

[hazey-moonlight]

Cooking food and baking is just...IT for me. Like I love it so much and sure I get very tired and need help but it makes me feel good. I love making homemade things an I'm learning how to bake more things and I'm practicing more.

Idk I'm just happy about it,I'm not holding myself back on trying new things anymore. I love cooking and feeding loved ones

[leesmustardgarden]

Cooking with a Special Puppet Headcanons

P x (gn) Reader

Warnings/Tags: General game spoilers ofc, Sophia exhibiting the symptoms of an ED but there is a genuine canon Lore Reason I do not want to spoil sorry, P is a silly lil guy (affectionate), Gemini is a silly little guy (derogatory)

A/N: I miss taking culinary classes, so I coped by making this!! This was also an excuse to test out my new silly borders hehe

The first time you bring P into the kitchen, he accidentally makes a huge mess and feels so bad he starts avoiding the kitchen. If he needed you while you were in there, he’ll wait by the door until you come out even if it takes hours

It takes a lot of encouragement and patience to finally get him back in the kitchen, and even then he’s so careful of everything around him. It doesn’t always go well, and most of the time there’s still some accident that leaves a giant mess to clean up

It’s like watching a dragon in a china shop— every so often he catches on something and oh! Down comes all the pots and pans.

Gemini finds it hilarious but while he loves messing with P, he is also the one to tell him not to push it if he’s so stressed out and to take it little by little

P so sweet, he’s so caring and careful and yeah ok he can be mischievous but not in the sense that he’d purposefully make trouble for the people he cares for

In fact he tries to help you out by bringing around food for all the residents in the Hotel so you don’t have to do everything

Polendina takes Antonia’s meals to her and Pulcinella forces Venigni to actually eat when he forgets to

It’s very funny to watch, because as stubborn and eccentric as Venigni can be he cannot say no to his no. 1 bestie

Eugenié is silly and has to be reminded to eat (she gets too absorbed into her work), and Sophia usually refuses food. It’s worrying, but she says it’s alright and vaguely explains that she doesn’t need food 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

As the days go by and as he becomes more human and is able to control his strength better, he finally musters up the courage to ask you to teach him how to cook (which Gemini insists on being present for)

The first few times he is so shaky and afraid of everything in case it breaks, but after a few days he’ll start getting comfortable with the utensils and tools

Once he’s comfortable enough, he starts acting out small mischiefs and well

It’s hard to scold him when he’s finally overcome his fear of making a mess

“And then you carefully— No—“ The egg splats against the counter in seconds, spraying up to his freckled face. He pulls his hand up slowly, and with the most amused deadpan you’ve seen on him, turns his yolk-soaked palm to you. You don’t even fight the frown that settles on your face as Gemini coughs to hide a laugh.

“Nice one! I think—“ cough “— you’re getting better,” He says. You glare at him where P’s put him on the counter, and he laughs harder. You would strangle him, but that would probably just encourage the prick.

P looks innocently at you; his expression unchanging but a tilt in his shoulder gives away the fact that he knows what he’s doing. You’re sure that if he could laugh, he would be giggling in all his freckled cuteness. It softens your frown into fond exasperation as you reach a hand to wipe the egg off his face. He takes his clean legion hand and gently places it atop yours, pushing his cheek flush against your palm.

“Gemini is such a bad influence on you,” You say with a no heat in your voice. P looks up at you though his lashes, and you can almost see the mischief printed on his face.

“How am I a bad influence?” Gemini says indignantly, having the gall to sound offended.

You dip your hand into the bag of flour nearby, scoop out a handful, and throw it at him. He sputters and yelps, starting to complain. You’re too distracted by Gemini to notice the curious way P’s looking over at you and the bag of flour. He quietly slips his legion hand behind you when you move forward as your argument with Gemini progresses.

“That was actually so rude,“ Gemini says.

“Oh like you aren’t the one enabling him all the time.“

“When have I ever?”

“I don’t know— the art shop, for one?”

“That was such a long time ago!”

“Two days—!”

Flour hits your cheek, dusting your face in white. Gemini gets a second to laugh at you, before flour also hits him and his lamp topples over right into spilled egg. A bit away from you both, P is standing with his hands behind his back and the bag of flour peeking out from behind him. His face is twitching like it’s trying to smile, and you feel your heart melt at the sight. By the end of the day, you’re just glad the kitchen’s still standing.

[buckybarnesappreciationsociety]

Bucky’s Shadow

Summary: Steven Anthony Barnes is a precocious child. Smart, funny and loves his parents. But, hanging around Bucky is by far his #1 favorite thing to do. He loved to watch his Poppa cut the grass, workout, and especially shave. Here’s what happens when Steven wants to “shave” for the first time.

Characters: Daddy! Bucky x Reader OFC: Steven Anthony Barnes

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff (I’m not sorry either)

Words: 841

A/N: As a little kid, I loved to sit and watch momma as she cooked. One Christmas, I got a stove with pots, pans, kitchen utensils and fake food. So, the idea hit me to write a one shot about Bucky, his little man and shaving. Thank you so much for reading and hope you enjoy it.

The pitter patter of tiny feet could be heard on the hardwood floor in the bedroom opposite Bucky and Y/N’s. Steven Anthony Barnes is his daddy’s pride and joy along with his wife of 8 years, Y/N. Bucky tries to set a good example for the tyke because Steven loved to emulate him.

Bucky bought him a toy lawn mower so he could “help” cut the grass. Steven had his own “heavy bag”; a cute blue Silly Bopper along with gloves to match. He loved to workout with his Poppa.

Y/N was downstairs preparing breakfast. Her husband had just returned from his morning run.

“Good morning Sergeant.”

“Morning Doll. How’s my beautiful wife? Bucky placed a long, hot kiss on her lips.

“Oh my. Someone’s a little frisky this morning.” She chuckled and threw a dish towel at him.

“You do that to me. Where’s little man?”

“Upstairs and he’s quiet.”

“I’d better go see the damage. I love you, my darling wife.”

“And I love you my handsome husband.”

Climbing the stairs, Bucky saw a tiny head poking from the second bedroom. The closer he got to Steven’s room, laughter erupted.

“I got’cha.” Steven jumped and tried to hide from Bucky.

“Nu’uh Poppa. I got fust.”

Bucky picked Steven up in his massive arms and placed a kiss on top of his head.

“Poppa’s gonna take a shower and shave.”

Steven almost jumped to the ceiling.

“Oooooo poppa, pwease wet me shabe too!”

“Okay son. Give me a minute to shower. Go downstairs and ask your momma.”

“M’kay. Bye!”

Steven scooted down the stairs really excited!

“Momma, momma!” The excited toddler  shouted.

Y/N had to slow him down.

“What my big boy?”

“I shabe wif Poppa?”

Y/N furrowed her brows and shook her head ‘no’.

“Steven Anthony Barnes, you’re too young to shave. The answer is ‘no’.

The little fella hung his head and started back upstairs. Bucky had just finished showering and was ready to shave his stubble.

He saw his son with tears in his crystal clear blue eyes. Picking him up, Steven cried hard.

“What’s wrong buddy? Did’ya hurt yourself or something?”

Wiping his face on Bucky’s clean t-shirt, Steven hiccuped.

“Momma *sniff sniff* wet me shabe. I not ol‘nuff.”

A bright smile flashed across Bucky’s face.

“Let’s go talk to mom, okay?”

Steven shook his head and attempted to smile.

Y/N heard heavy footsteps walking down the stairs. She turned to see Bucky and her cute 3 year old.

“I guess Steven told on me?”

“Yeah, he was pretty hurt. Ya know I’d never let’im do anything that’d hurt’im right?”

Sighing heavy Y/N relented.

“Okay little fella, you can shave with Poppa.”

She kissed him on the cheek and gave a loving glance to her thrilled husband.

Steven would come in and watch him shave so “Poppa Bucky” thought it would be a good idea to find a plastic razor for his son.

In their spacious bathroom, Bucky pulled a little stool to the sink and gave Steven his “razor.”

“Wook Poppa it wike yous!”

“Yeah buddy it sure is.”

Bucky beamed with pride as he applied shaving cream to Steven’s chubby little jaws.

“Now, watch closely, son”

Steven gazed intensely at Bucky, smiling from ear to ear.

Rubbing the white foamy shaving cream on his face, Bucky picked up his razor and stroked the right side of his face.  Steven did as well. Bucky ran his razor under the water to remove excess hair and cream. Little Steven rinsed his also.

Y/N stood proud in the door recording this momentous occasion on her cell phone.  This was definitely going to everyone on the team.

Moving to the left side, Bucky brought the razor down his face again and rinsed his razor. Steven took special care rinsing his little plastic razor.

Lastly, Bucky stroked the razor under his chin. Steven didn’t have shaving cream under his, but it didn’t matter. If his Poppa shaved underneath his chin, so would he.

Taking a warm cloth, Bucky carefully wiped his son’s face.

“How does it feel, son?”

Steven took his small hands and felt his face, then he touched Bucky’s.

Steven exclaimed, “Poppa, my pace peels wike you.”

“Does it little, man?”

“Yup. I wittle man.”

Your swore that was the cutest picture you’d ever taken. Father and son pride.

Y/N turned off the recorder and sent the video to Steve and Tony. She wiped tears from her Y/E/C eyes. Bucky pulled her into a hug as Steven continued clapping and spinning around on the floor. Her little boy was growing up. She’d witnessed his first of many “shaves” with his Poppa.