#chump denies he has feelings but his ears give him away completely

[spaciebabie]

you give springtrap a kith and his ears do a little wiggle

[meztliel]

For dearest @frauleinpflaume, who inspired me with her BulChi drawings and headcanons.

This continues with the au of ChiChi being a successful baker and Bulma her pining manager lol

Pairings: Bulma/ChiChi, Goku/Vegeta (mentioned), Bulma & Vegeta (past, current- platonic),

Rated: T+

****

Egg yolks and shells smear the countertop. Flour dusts the floor. Her mother's figure- hugging apron is splotched with yellow cake batter and some of the batter is stuck under the red soles of her heels, a slipping accident waiting to happen.

The oven wafts hot air into Bulma's perfectly made-up face as she feeds it the pan and then unceremoniously bangs it shut.

She then sets the timer, and waits.

And waits, checking up on it every few minutes to see its progress, to make sure it's doing what it's supposed to do, and by the time the oven beeps the cake is baked but it's flat and uneven and slightly burnt at the edges.

"What the hell is that?"

The gruff and unexpected inquiry causes Bulma to nearly slice off the tip of her fingernail as she's trimming the toasted sides of the cake.

She gestures at the misshapen lump with the knife she still holds in her hand.

"What's it look like?"

Vegeta eyes it with disgust.

"What will it taste like is my concern."

"Shouldn't be. It's not for you."

"I gathered as much. Who's the unlucky chump?"

"You've met her."

He keeps the frown but adds a thin film of confusion above it. "The baker? You're baking a professional baker a fucking cake? Whatever the hell for?"

"It's her birthday and I'm a genius. If I can build a goddamn rocket ship, I can bake a goddamn cake. Piece of cake, right?" She grins when his eye squints at the terrible pun. "Anyway, why are you all dressed up?

A slow smile curves up his shapely mouth. She knows that look. "I'm going on a date."

"With who?"

His smile deepens. Fuck.

"Seriously? Vegeta, he's my best friend. If you're dating him to get back to me for breaking up with you, I'm gonna-"

"Can't break up if we were never an item. A few tussles around the bed- and shower and laboratory - doesn't constitute a relationship. It makes us fuck-buddies."

"Fine. But, listen, you can't use him like that. He may be physically strong but he's a softie and probably still a virgin."

"Relax, woman. I'm well aware of that. I'm taking him to a nice dinner and all that shit. In fact, that's why I'm here. I need to borrow some money. "

She almost denies him the loan, technically a freebie because she knows he'll never pay her back, but instead hands him one of her credit cards.

"Only because it's my best friend that you're treating-" technically, she was "-and you better make it the best damn date he's ever been in."

Truthfully it is probably going to be the first real date Goku has ever been in.

"Here you go. Oh, and give me your spare key."

He returns the key to her home without protest. Not too long ago, him being there meant he was looking for a good fuck, and often would take up the rest of the evening.

Sometimes she still craves him. Not emotionally like she used to. Her groin and her heart are two entirely different and separate parts of her being.

He doesn't thank her and she doesn't expect him to. However, she is surprised by what he tells her.

"Good luck with the woman."

***

One of her first scientific discoveries was as a toddler, when she learned that lumping all the different colors of clay into one large ball did not make a pretty tie-dye pattern but rather a sad grayish-brown lump.

Apparently, that lesson serves her no purpose as Bulma attempts to make purple frosting using red and blue food coloring, resulting in a cloudy-day hue that is as depressed-looking as she feels.

She tries to mask the lackluster hue by piling on more color using another layer of frosting and a sundry of edible cake toppers, which then results in what looks like a 5-year-old's drawing minus any of the adorable charm.

It shouldn't have come out this way. She followed every step meticulously, used the right ingredients and all the appropriate tools. The recipe comes from ChiChi's own cookbook that she helped fund and publish. Where has she gone wrong?

The issue is Bulma deciding to bake anything in the first place. Sighing, she considers tossing the thing into the disposal. However, she beams up with the chance that the cake will taste better than it looks. That's often the case, right?

She finds out a few hours later that this isn't the case as she watches ChiChi's reaction, which is almost a mirror reflection of her own disappointment.

So dry. So salty. So sweet. And what is that aftertaste?

"Well, I totally failed."

She isn't sure what she was trying to prove when she decided to give this baking thing a shot. To prove that she can create something other than robotics? To impress ChiChi? To show her that she really cares about her business and will even try a recipe to demonstrate it?

"Really, it's not that bad."

"Chi, you're sweet, but no. It is that bad. Don't force yourself to eat this mess. I actually would rather you not. Give it here. I'm tossing it. All of it."

Without much further reluctance, ChiChi relents and follows Bulma to the kitchen, where she tosses her share and the rest of the cake into the garbage disposal, an oddly cathartic move.

Good thing dinner was amazing and prepared by her personal chief. Even better that she was spared the large-scale humiliation she would have suffered had she decided to ignore ChiChi's pleas to not have a big party thrown in her honor.

"I think it's sweet that you tried. This is the first time anyone has ever made me a cake, you know, for obvious reasons."

She's so cute that ChiChi could have been completely rude about the situation and she would've still wanted to prop her up onto the counter and have her as the dessert she deprived them of.

Bulma doesn't miss the way ChiChi abruptly shifts her gaze, tucking a thin strand of hair behind her ear in a nervous gesture she would only do when Goku was concerned. This time she's the one who's caused it, though she doesn't have much time to dwell on it as ChiChi begins to rummage to the cupboards.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking for ingredients for a cake. Ah, here's the flour."

Bulma crosses her arms "If you really want cake, I can get Armand to make you one. Or we can go out to a bakery. Better yet, a bakery in France. It's your day and you shouldn't have to work."

ChiChi clucks her tongue. "It's more for your sake than mine. I'm giving you a free baking lesson." She cuts her off before she can protest "And it's my birthday so you can't say no."

Bulma had considered not burning down her kitchen an achievement when she had finished making the thing that was supposed to be a cake. Tasting the cake she and ChiChi worked on together, Bulma feels pride, along with something else as she ChiChi chews and smiles at her. The frosting on the side of her mouth is too much to resist, and without much thinking Bulma swipes it away with a finger and pops it into her mouth.

ChiChi's face flushes red, and her mouth moves to form words that come out as a strangled noise.

"Sorry, was that too bold?"

She can hear her swallow away whatever's struck in her throat and nods, a little disappointment kicking Bulma in the gut.

"It is but..."

ChiChi moves a few steps closer to her, close enough to where Bulma smell her perfume mixed with the smell of bread and sugar.

"You missed a spot," says ChiChi, and kisses her. She tastes like vanilla and strawberries and something uniquely her, and Bulma thinks she's never had anything so sweet.

[heartofcenterville]

A championship proposal - Roman Reigns

Summary: This is based on a one shot I wrote for someone on wattpad and I thought I’d posted it on here. 

Characters: Roman Reigns x Reader. 

Warnings: Just fluff!

“Here is your winner and the NEW WWE World Heavyweight Champion... Roman Reigns!”  I leaped up at the sound of this. He'd done it. Roman had beat Sheamus and he was now the WWE Champion. I felt a surge of pride volt through me. My man was the champion. I wanted to cry but I had to hold my shit together, at least until later. This was something we’d both wanted for such a long time. I knew how hard Roman had worked for this.  

 “Come on!' Jimmy tugged at my arm, tearing my view away from the TV screen. Jimmy and Jey were going out to celebrate with Roman, Dean was hot on their heels too. Who was I say to no to celebrating in the ring with Roman? I sprinted after the Uso's and Dean as they headed towards the gorilla position. I was slightly nervous to be going out into the actual ring, seeing as I wasn't a wrestler and more of a make-up artist. By the time I reached the gorilla position, Roman's music was blaring out around the arena. My glance at the TV monitor caught him standing on the top rope, holding his newly won gold above his head. I could not deny the fact he looked so damn good with the championship. It suited him so well. 

 “You ready Uce?” Jey asked me, as I nodded excitedly. He let out a chuckle, as he and Jimmy pulled back the curtain and ran down the ramp. Dean followed after them in his usual quirky way and I was last to come down the ramp. My heart was in my mouth as I felt the atmosphere around me. No wonder these guys fed off it, it gave you one hell of a buzz. I reached the steps and saw Jimmy, Jey, Dean and Roman engulfed in a group hug which made my heart swell. I slid in between the ropes just in time for them all to break away and for Roman's eyes to land on me. He gave me a big goofy grin as I ran into his arms and held him tight. This gained a loud cheer from the crowd, which stupidly made my cheeks red. I pulled back slightly, getting on my tiptoes and pressing my lips to Roman's ear.

“I'm so proud of you” I muttered out, the sound of his music drowning out anything else I would say. I stepped back as the guys hoisted Roman onto their shoulders, Roman holding the title high in the air as the crowd went wild. This was a moment I would never forget. It would be imprinted in my mind, forever. After a couple of minutes of Dean and the Uso's milking the crowds reaction for Roman, Roman signaled for a microphone and he his music faded out. I could see a twinkle in his eye and I could tell how much this moment meant to him.  

“Okay, so I don't even know what to say about what just happened. But the big dog is the champion!' Roman hollered as he held the title. The crowd cheered as Jimmy patted Roman on the back.  

“But, even though I just achieved a boyhood dream. There is something I would like to achieve tonight” Roman's tone changed from an excitable puppy to a firm, serious tone. He turned to me, placing the title on his shoulder as he took my hands. If my heart wasn't in my mouth before, it was now. Why was he looking at me that way? I was very aware there was about four camera’s on us and over a thousand people in this arena with their eyes glued on us. 

“This is gonna be cheesy guys, so just prepare yourselves. This is something I’ve never done” Roman spoke to the audience, he let out a chuckle before turning to me again.

“Baby girl, winning the WWE Championship is something I've wanted to do my whole entire life. But, there is something recently that as come to my attention, something I know will change my life forever, but it will change in such a good way, I can’t even put into words how much I want this-” Oh my god, tell me he isn't going to do what I think he's going  to do. Here? In front of all these people? He knows how socially awkward I am. 

“For the last five years, you've been my rock and you've stuck with my through thick and thin. You've reigned me back in-” Roman grinned at his little pun, giving me a silly wink before he carried on. 

“You've kept my feet on the ground and made me stay humble. You’ve been there for me when I’ve had bad days and you’ve been there on my good days. Nothing has been too much for you and you’ve always kicked my ass if I’ve been a bit of a chump. For that I owe you everything. For that I love you. For that I want to ask you something” He turned to Dean who passed him something. Oh my god, he is. He's going to propose. I need to keep my shit together. I took a deep breath, trying to not remember there was a whole bunch of people in this arena watching us and about, you know, a million people watching all around the world. 

“Will you marry me?” The whole arena erupted into a chorus of YES chants. Damn you Daniel Bryan. I was starting to shake and I could feel my eyes welling up. He actually proposed to me, here, in a WWE ring. I guess it made complete sense and it fitted our whole relationship.  I nodded vigorously at Roman as Jey held the microphone in front of me.

“Yes!” I rambled out. Roman grabbed me, spinning me around as I buried my head in his shoulder. Oh man, this was going to be on the WWE Network for everyone to see. Me, a blubbering mess. Right now I didn’t care less, I would worry about that a later date. All I cared about was the fact I was engaged to Roman. After five years it was about time he proposed, I thought to myself before laughing inwardly. It was well worth the wait. 

“You've made me the happiest man in the world” Roman whispered into my ear, before he cupped my face and kissed me hard. I couldn't speak because I was so overwhelmed with everything. Roman slipped the gigantic, beautiful rock on my finger. It was stunning! Roman whisked me up bridal style as he placed the title back on his shoulder as he carried me up the ramp. The crowd still going mad at the sight they had just witnessed. What a night. Roman was champion and we were engaged. Not bad for a nights work. I tilted my head to look at Roman. 

“You kept all of this quiet” I mused as we walked behind the curtain. 

“I did tell Ambrose, I was surprised he hadn’t slipped up yet to be honest. But, I’m glad he kept his crazy ass mouth shut” Roman chuckled before he placed me down. 

“I can’t believe we are engaged. Although, I was not expecting you to do that in front of the whole WWE Universe!” I murmured, the heat now just leaving my cheeks. 

“If you are worried about the whole entire planet seeing you crying, you should be. You were a hot mess” He teased, causing me to swat him lightly on the arm. 

“I love you baby girl” Roman grinned as he leaned down and planted a kiss on my lips. 

“I love you too, champ”