#ft no-face and soot sprites

[portmanteaublerone]

HAPPY 413

[lunnanunna]

Baking Mess

ATEEZ Extra Member AU

Summary: Baking fluff ft. Yunho and Yeosang.

Warnings: none

Taglist: @hyunmijung​ @galacticstxrdust​ @giant-puppy-yunho​ @kimonmars​ @soobinssmile​ @nlost21​ @mythicalamphitrite​

A/N: Hope you enjoy!

Requests are open! Please let me know what you think.

“Seonghwa-hyung’s gonna be so mad,” Yunho giggled as he looked at Yoori.

Said girl, turned to him with wide eyes. “What? Why?” She then scrunched up her nose and let out what the boys called a kitten sneeze (Yoori hated sneezing out loud.) Yunho giggled more, offering her a goofy smile when she looked at him.

“Do you really need me to point out the cloud of flour that just made you sneeze?” he asked, pointing at the now settling powder. Yoori looked around and saw that he was right. Seonghwa was going to be mad.

The flour now settled over an array of trays, pans, bowls, utensils, and ingredients. Yoori had wanted to try to bake Studio Ghibli macaroons, since they were going to have a marathon of the movies. They had voted on three; Kiki’s Delivery Service, My Neighbor Totoro, and Yoori’s favorite, Ponyo.

Looking at the mess one would think that they failed. (Nope.) Yoori may be a chaotic baker, but she was a superb one. The process was never important with her, it was the finishing product, which right now were perfect little Totoros, Chibi-Totoros, and Soot Sprites.

“He’s not home yet, so quickly, start cleaning. I’ll wrap these up and then help,” Yoori told the older.

Yunho made a face, but when Yoori pouted. He smiled, shaking his head and began to pick up any trash. Yoori smiled then made quick work to cover the two platters of macaroons. She handled each with care, tongue poked out in concentration.

She looked up, startled as the sound of a camera shutter. Yeosang stood by the kitchen entrance, looking at his phone and smiling.

“New wallpaper,” he chuckled then walked out into the living room.

“Yah! Kang Yeosang!” Yoori shouted. She didn’t care that he took a picture, but if she was going to be his wallpaper, she wanted to make sure she didn’t look stupid. (Though she wasn’t one to talk seeing as she had a Wooyoung meme face for her wallpaper.)

“Yah! Lee Yoori!” he shouted back, mocking her tone. “Don’t make me tell Hyung about the mess you made,” he said, chuckling.

“You evil man!” Yoori shouted back then grumbled.

Yunho placed a finger on her nose, effectively quieting her, eyes following his finger. “Shush. Ignore him.”

Yoori felt something cold where Yunho had touched her. She looked at the tip of her nose, eyes crossing, and saw white frosting. Looking up at the giant quickly, she furrowed her brows together.

“Ya-ah!” she whined, throwing her head back, looking up at Yunho. He smirked down at her, then lifted his right hand. Yoori’s eyes widened when she saw the frosting on it. She made to move, but he grabbed her with his left arm. He held her close and smeared the frosting on her cheek.

Yoori squealed in laughter, fighting her way out of his hold. She frantically waved at Yeosang who popped his head in to see what was going on. “Yeo, please!” she giggled as Yunho reached for more frosting in one of the bowls and then painted more of her face.

Yeosang looked at her with a blank face, arms folded over his chest. “Am I expected to do something?”

Yoori’s jaw dropped, and Yunho took that opportunity to place more frosting on her. She sputtered at the onslaught, tugging her way out of his hold.

“I thought you’d be my white knight now,” Yoori pouted, then without warning went limp in Yunho’s arms. The dancer grunted at the sudden shift in weight. He was holding her up so she wouldn’t drop to the ground.

“Yah, Yoori! Don’t play dead now,” Yunho groaned, trying to stand her up, but she smiled as she kept limp, legs giving out.

“Stop with the frosting,” she offered, head lolling back to look at Yunho.

“Fine,” he conceded. Yunho reached over and grabbed a napkin, holding it in front of her as if to prove that he’d use it.

Yoori nodded then righted herself. She reached for a bit of frosting and quickly spun around to smear it on his face. Yunho yelped, caught off guard. Yoori giggled, then started to place things in the sink to wash.

Walking by Yeosang, Yoori glared, sticking her tongue out. “No macaroons for you,” she said, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

Yeosang’s eyes doubled in size at the realization. “No, wait. Yoo, come on. I was only joking.” Yoori smirked, back to the older. None of the boys could resist her baking. She often used it to get her way.

“Yoo?” Yunho asked, almost scared. 

“I got you back. Not as good, but good enough. So you’re fine,” Yoori turned to him and winked. She giggled as he let out a sigh in relief then stuck his tongue out at Yeosang.

“Yoori? Come on, I’m your boyfriend,” Yeosang walked over to her, pouting.

That pout wasn’t going to work on her. “Why didn’t you use the boyfriend card, when I needed you, huh?” Yoori asked, hands on her hips, sending him a playful glare. Yunho snickered, wiping down the table and counters.

“Uh, I-” Yeosang started off, but stopped.

Yoori squeaked when he leaned in and placed a quick peck on her lips. “Forgiven?” he asked, smiling sheepishly.

“Oh come on!” Yunho groaned, covering his eyes with the rag he was holding.

“I-” Yoori began, but trailed off. She gave a tiny nod.

“Good,” Yeosang smiled, then gently pushed her out of the way. She watched as he silently began to wash the dishes. “You dry?” he asked her.

Yoori nodded, finally shaking off her stupor. That was their first kiss. Granted it was a quick, barely there peck, but it was the first time their lips met like that. She tried to fight off the stupid grin that made it’s way onto her face. One peak at Yeosang and Yoori could see him fighting off his own smile.

“Okay, well I’m done here,” Yunho said, rolling his eyes. He placed the dirty rag with the other ones in the corner that were to be washed. As Yunho walked out, he made eye contact with Yoori, holding his fingers to his thumb on both hands then bringing them together. He made a kissy face at her, and Yoori wasted no time in flipping him off.

Yunho cackled as he walked down the hall. “Hyung’s home!” he then yelled out a few seconds later.

Yoori looked at the still somewhat messy kitchen then yelled, “Oppa, I can explain!” Yeosang chuckled next to her, then dashed out of the kitchen just as Seonghwa walked in.

“Oh, Beanie.” 

Yoori gave a sheepish smile, shrugging. “They taste and look good though.”

“I’m sure they do.” Seonghwa smiled softly, shaking his head.

Yoori’s Masterlist

[emichelle]

Up in Flames

This is my entry for the 12 Days of Fictmas 2020, straight from the CGW AU @cordoniansgonewild created by @ao719 @cocomaxley @leelee10898 and @speedyoperarascalparty, and contributed to by lil old me.

Pairing: Maxwell x Erin (OC)

The wind whirled around them as they strolled through the Christmas tree farm tucked back in the countryside near Ramsford, Cadence and Bartie looked around wide eyed at all the trees. Some were decorated, some had been tagged, and soon they came upon a very large tree nestled in the back...with an enormous octopus topper sitting proudly at the crest.

"I can't believe we're out here doing this." Bertrand grumbled, pulling his sweater tighter around his body. Savannah elbowed him in the side, but it was too late. Erin turned with a face splitting smile. 

"It's Christmas B, you have to have a real tree. The smell of it alone is just chefs kiss" she motioned with her hand before turning to see Maxwell preparing to cut the tree down with an ax. Her eyes widened, "Oh no, absolutely not! They will cut these down for you!"

"Truly they're both mad." Bertrand mumbled under his breath. 

He watched as Erin tried to take the ax from Maxwell, only for him to hold it over his head out of her reach. She reached out and tickled him and he dropped it, nearly hitting her in the head, but they both laughed and shared a kiss before heading to get someone to cut the tree down. As he watched them walk away he thought back to the catastrophe that had brought them here.

••••• The Day Before •••••

Bertrand sat on the veranda along the side of the estate, enjoying his morning cup of coffee - black - when he smelled something terrible. He followed the smell to the back of the house, and as he rounded the corner his eyes widened in disbelief. Erin stood watch over a 10 ft tall flame, looking very pleased with herself. His shock turned to anger as he realized that the inferno was actually the faux Christmas tree they had been using for years. As he marched over to her, Maxwell came sprinting out the back door with his hands raised.

"Bertrand I told her we could get a real tree next year, that the staff had already put this one up!" Erin cut him off, smiling sweetly at her brother in law.

"You guys tell me every year we'll get rid of this thing and get a REAL Christmas tree, I took the liberty of doing away with it so nobody forgets and puts it up again." She narrowed her eyes at both the men, watching Maxwell's adams apple bob as he gulped and Bertrand's face go beet red.

Bertrand opened his mouth to speak, but Cadence and Bartie came bounding out the door before he could get started.

"Father!"

"Uncle Bertrand!"

They both threw their arms around either of his legs and smiled up at him. "I can't believe we finally get to go to the Christmas tree farm tomorrow, aunt Erin is the best!" Bartie blushed, "sorry uncle Max." He added sheepishly.

"Yeah mommy says we get to go get a beautiful tree, and decorate it ourselves!" Bertrand's eyes snapped back to Erin and she shot him a wink.

"That's right babies, a real family tradition." As she walked past Bertrand on the way back inside she leaned in to whisper…

••••• Present •••••

"Momma said fuck that fake tree, so now we get a real one!" Cadence cheered gleefully as they continued to skip around the Christmas tree that had been chosen, each holding an octopus tentacle.

"Yeah, fuck that fake tree!" Bartie chimed in, holding his small fist in the air. Savannah snorted trying to hold in a laugh as Bertrand just sighed. 

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