#you can only get baking soda from HELL

[mochinomnoms]

When you posted about twst not having the same foods it made my brain go... "what if their bf really tried to recreate the food based on description only"

Imagine Azul toiling away in the kitchen trying to re-create Bugals from scratch

Jade testing out different combinations of potions to recreate coca cola

Floyd trying to make the grandma candy that taste like strawberries

Jamil fighting with spices to make hot cheetos

Trey baking Twinkees and oatmeal cream pies

Lilia trying to make Macdonald fries but just creating poison

They all understand how food can help with homesickness and they want to do everything they can to help, even if it is trying to make something they have never had before

The ultimate love language is devoting time, money, and materials to recreated your lover's favorite foods. In our world, this could be going to your partner's parents or grandparents to learn their family recipe for a dish, cookie, drink, etc. Or it could be trying to look up a dish that they had growing up, but can't remember. Or maybe it's a cultural dish from their home country that they loved but haven't been able to have because the ingredients are available nearby. Painstakingly measuring, making, tasting, failing and failing over and over again to get it just right. Love is the ultimate love language.

So I think it's beautiful to imagine Azul trying to recreate your favorite dish based solely how you described how it looked, smelled, and tasted. Making the lounge's kitchen a mess until he can get it just right.

Trey calling his parents to describe the sweet treats and cookies you described. They're digging through their recipes so that he can combine and take what he needs to recreate them.

Jade has full confidence in his potion making skills, yet is dumped when you can only describe your favorite soda as "sugary and fizzy." He racks his brain over and over, taste testing the concoctions himself until he's positive they won't poison you, then bringing you into his little sessions to remake your favorite soda together.

Jamil, familiar with some spices and chilies you describe, but the others sound so otherworldly, messing around with the ingredients he's familiar with to make your favorite foods and snacks. He knows they'll never be the same, but that he they are good enough for you to want to stay.

Floyd is nothing if not determined. If he can't make you that candy you love so much, he's going into the ends of the earth to find you his world' equivalent. Don't question how he managed to get over a hundred different candies, some incredibly rare, others expensive as hell. His father has connections and money, it's nothing to spend on you.

And Lilia…well. He means well. It might be better to let him watch you make some of your favorite dishes, as well as you can when you're missing ingredients. He can watch and slowly start to understand, as you burn and hiss from the splattering oil, why food is a love language for humans too.

Food is a timeless love language. If it doesn't mean time and effort, it means money and sharing an experience that makes you happy. It's shared by nearly every culture, in your world and theirs, for a reason. Love is giving food when you're poor, love is the cuts and burns on your hands and arms, love is in the taste on your tongue, love is the smell you wake up to. Love is the effort, the time, the care. Love is food. And they love you.

[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑 ꒱ 박지성

summary : baking cookies with your boyfriend, who doesn’t actually know how to bake, leads to him getting playful

genre : fluff, jisung x afab!reader tws : kissing, language (i said hell once oh no) author notes : what can i say~~ word count : 0.7k

“jisung! oh my god, you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

the man looked down at you, eyebrows furrowed, “it’s just a spoon…”

“yes — well, let me do it. can’t have my little baby getting hurt.” you pushed him away from the countertop, taking the wood spoon from his hand without protest. jisung was slightly shocked at your seriousness, however he let you carry out whatever was justified inside your head, giggling quietly.

he replied matter-of-factly, “you’re younger than me, y/n, and much shorter.” but you didn’t care about his truthful words. you liked to tease jisung, as he was easy to make blush.

“yeah, yeah, you’re welcome, i love you too. now, can you read the next instruction please?”

you looked to your big bowl of blended sugar, butter, eggs and vanilla, then to the smaller one of flour, baking powder, baking soda and salt.

“it says to start mixing in the flour gradually.” he summarized while looking awfully focused, lips pouted. "then we can cut out shapes."

“okay!” you turned to him, “can you pour a little in while i mix it together? i’ll tell you when to add more.”

he took the bowl within his large hands, watching as you began to mix the two contents little by little. you thought it was adorable how concentrated he was for you, knowing that he wasn’t the best cook or baker out there — he tried his best to do as the recipe said so they’d turn out decent and make you happy... and honestly, he just wanted to prompt a decorating competition once they had cooled.

"add the rest, ji."

your boyfriend did as you said, turning the bowl over so that the rest of the contents spilled out. you huffed a quiet laugh when some of it scattered on the counter, jisung trying to right the wrong by scooping it up with his hand.

he looked at you apologetically, "don't worry about it, baby." you began, pushing your finger into the contents and then swiping it across his nose. he was shocked at first, but then he smiled, just as you intended. "we need some flour on the counter anyways to roll them out."

he mimicked your actions, swiping his finger through the excess, grabbing you by your cheeks and then pressing it against your nose gently. he smiled so sweetly at you, you found it hard to not do the same.

you gave him a look as he stated, "now we're even." letting you go back to stirring the mixture.

"you're not even competitive, ji." you mumbled the last bit, "besides, i'd let you win." but he heard you loud and clear. and it sparked that non-competitiveness; that was really just playfulness disguised.

the next couple of seconds went by too quick for you to even comprehend, but as if your eyes were closed jisung had gotten a pinch of flour out of jar and tossed it in your direction. it scattered across your face, falling to your chest. maybe he couldn’t believe it either as his eyes grew, your features straight and scrunched up.

his hand remained in the air when your eyes did finally open; caught red handed like he wasn’t the only other person in your kitchen — and the bowl sure as hell didn’t do that to you.

you let the spoon fall against the edge of the glass, fully turning to face the man at your side. “jisung…”

he became flustered, apologizing while using his flour-filled fingers to wipe your cheeks. your boyfriend paused when your feigned anger broke, a giggle escaping your lips.

you grabbed some flour, a smile on your face as you backed the man against the counter, trapping him. he looked curiously, seemingly accepting his fate.

you brushed your hands together, pushing them against his black shirt and leaving handprints over his chest that caused you both to laugh. then, you grabbed his cheeks, pulling him down to your level; but just before you met, you stopped, lips centimeters apart.

you admired his closed eyes, features tinted pink like he had blush on, and slightly parted lips. you both knew that you could pull him apart by his seams, and that he’d gladly accept it.

jisung moved first, closing the gap easily. he gripped your waist, pressing your lower back to get you as close as he could. you knew there’d probably be a couple flour-fingerprints against your leggings, but you honestly found it funny, cracking a smile against his lips.

he broke away, slightly winded, and still holding you close. “can we finish? i want to cut out a meummwonbom shape.”

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[saramelaniemoon]

♡ previous ♡ ♡ next ♡

Eddie has always been the agreedable one in his previous relationships.

This afternoon you showed up in the trailer with the cake like every Saturday. The day before, Eddie had been wondering what you were going to bake this time. Maybe a chocolate chip brownie or cheesecake or those little cinnamon cookies? All your pastries were delicious. However, when you took the cake out of the container, he froze.

Carrot cake. A cake made of carrots. The worst vegetable the world has ever seen. If it were human, it would be Jason Carver. Eddie was sure that the carrot was responsible for at least half of the evil in this world. Once, in his dream, it chased him with a roll of newspaper, beating him like a bug.

He knew it was a good boyfriend test day. You tried very hard baking that cake, mentioning that Eddie wasn't getting enough vitamins, which was obviously not true because he was getting all the vitamins he needed from the tomato sauce on the pizza. However, telling you about his distaste for this devil vegetable would make you sad, so he bravely decided to eat this carrot-tainted cake. Hardening a smile to his face, he ate mouthful after mouthful, praising your baking. Your smile only widened. In his imagination, Eddie was like a knight with a sword protecting you from all the sorrows of the world. He was going to eat even another piece for you. Well, maybe next time. After eating a large portion, he thanked you and you both went to his room to watch the horror movie Steve had recommended for you.

***

He never complained about anything and agreed to everything, which is why he didn't understand how your first quarrel happened. It all started when you came back from the kitchen with two cans of soda.

- Eddie bear, why was Wayne surprised you ate the carrot cake I made?

- I don't know what the old man meant sweetheart.

- He said you blame carrots for all the evil in this world.

- It's a dramatic exaggeration.

- And that's why it sounds like something you said. Babe, why didn't you just tell me you don't like it?

- I don't understand why you're mad. I didn't mean to upset you.

- Eddie, you don't have to pretend that everything suits you. I won't be mad that you don't like something I made. I'll be mad that you're forcing yourself to eat it because of me. Promise me you won't make me happy at your expense ever again.

- I cannot promise you that darling. I'd even eat peas for you. And peas are not vegetables but plants from hell.

- Eddie...

- Okay, I promise if I don't like something, I won't force myself to eat it. But what about the rest of the cake?

- Don't worry, I saw Wayne took care of that.

- Not surprised. This man would eat anything after his shift.

- Hey! It wasn't that bad! But you'll be okay with beetroot cake, right? - you tested him.

- Sweetheart, we need to discuss your making vegetable cakes problem - Eddie said starting to tickle you.

***

The next week, you surprised him with a giant carrot-shaped brownie that didn't have any veggies in it. Better to eat such vegetables than none at all.

♡ next ♡

*traumatized Eddie boy after waking up from being chased by carrot*

[jessamine-rose]

ʚ✿⚘ Forbidden Fruit ⚘✿ɞ

Welp I was very busy this Kinktober thanks to WHB. More headcanons, anyone?? (*-`ω´- )

Characters:: Bathin, Marbas, Barbatos, Naberius, Satan, Zagan, Astaroth

Note:: Nsfw, pls take note of each character’s paraphilia before reading, MINORS DNI

♡ Bathin usually travels alone, but he is always open to your company. He will prioritize scenic routes and hidden gems, anything to make your journey more exciting. Once the moon rises, the two of you can take evening strolls, compare the night sky to Niflheim’s, and savor each other’s presence in an otherwise unfamiliar place. Not to mention the hours spent in your hotel room—there is a reason why you always share a bed.

♡ Technically, Marbas can undo his restraints during meals, but that hasn’t stopped you from offering your help. Hand-feeding him takes less time, after all, especially with candy or fruit. And it means you can tease him by sitting on his lap, tracing his lips for stray crumbs, getting your fingers sticky with his favorite strawberry caramel. Neither can he stop you when you pull him into a sweet kiss, slipping an aphrodisiac into his mouth~

♡ Barbatos likes to see you at different times of the day. Noon, illuminated in radiant sunshine. Sunset, colored in light and shadow. Night, when your visage is painted in the soft shades of borrowed sunlight. In return for indulging his kink, he will be the one to provide sunscreen and thoroughly apply it to your skin. Now he just needs to coax you into sunbathing with him; the both of you would look beautiful against the roses.

♡ Naberius is weak to pet play. There are many ways to rile him up, from soft headpats to harsh commands to a personalized collar engraved with your initials. And what is the best form of control if not Pavlovian conditioning? All it takes is the sound of his name spoken in your voice, in a stern tone used only during sex, for his animalistic urges to take over. “Hey, Naberius, have you forgotten who your owner is? …Oh? That’s my good boy~”

♡ The easiest way to end an argument with Satan is through makeup sex. Depending on the seriousness of the issue, he can’t help but feel turned on by your wrath—directed at him, no less. He hasn’t even apologized before you’re already at his throat, a slap to his face followed by a passionate kiss. To which he smiles and kisses you back, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood. You truly are an interesting human~

♡ Zagan is attentive to your physical mannerisms, which makes it easy for him to gauge your emotions. Every shudder, every flicker of discomfort, spurs him to stop moving and ask if you’re okay, if you need a breather, if he has failed as your lover. Do reassure him, won’t you? His skill is also useful during workouts! He will examine your form, manually adjust your body, and, in a shy voice, propose a final exercise in his bedroom.

♡ Astaroth’s favorite pastime is to read a book while you cockwarm him. The experience can only be described as your personal hell—fleeting touches, the spikes of his leg harness, his velvety voice narrating a tale of dark romance. How long will your patience last? Has corruption ever tasted this sweet? Don’t worry, he promises to reward you once the story is over. A beautiful rose is not without thorns, just like the flowers tainted by original sin.

♡

Still hornii?? Read my other WHB fics <3

Cheers to Marbas and Astaroth getting more headcanons after Dance with the Devil. Can y’all tell how thirsty I was when I wrote their parts?? Huhuhu _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

Special thanks to @diodellet for beta-reading this and rejuvenating me with your reaction to Naberius. And to my beloved readers, do rot in the tags/ comments and tell me which devil was your favorite. I cherish your feedback <3

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[livwritesstuff]

Mid-bath, I realised that Eddie and Steve had daughters during Lush’s peak popularity with the bathbombs and bubble bars, the themed releases (especially for Halloween). How did that go?

omg as a mid-2010s adolescent who *loved* watching lush hauls (Zoella's specifically and that's someone I hadn't thought about in a bazillion years), I cannot believe I didn't think of this sooner

Okay, but I see your Lush, and I raise you this:

The mall closest to their town in Massachusetts (the epic Natick Mall for any fellow New Englanders) just so happens to separate the Lush and the Bath and Body Works by just two (2) stores.

Add a Yankee Candle to that shit and you’ve got a brand new circle of hell – that’s Eddie’s opinion anyways, and he’d be the one to know given how Steve pulls the migraine card every time the girls lobby for a trip to the mall.

Like most adolescent girls in the mid-2010s, Moe, Robbie, and Hazel love Lush and they love Bath and Body works, so it’s a given that they’ll be building time for both into their mall adventure.

For Eddie, it’s his least favorite part of an already not-so-enjoyable experience, because, yeah, one of those bath bombs or whatever might smell nice on its own, but a hundred thousand of the fuckers crammed into a store with less square footage than the entryway of his and Steve’s house…that’s gotta be some form of prison torture (and if it’s not, it should be).

Eventually, Eddie just sets them loose for that portion of their shopping trip, which Steve might not necessarily approve of (but what Steve doesn’t know can’t hurt him, and those two stores back to back definitely would hurt Eddie).

“Do not lose Hazel,” he tells Robbie and Moe, deadly serious even though Hazel is almost ten and the risk of losing her in a real way is getting slimmer and slimmer, “If you are not walking into the bookstore in exactly thirty minutes, I will send a mall cop in to bring you to me the long way. Through the food court where all the kids from your school will be. Capiche?”

The system works – the girls get to spend their dads’ money on over-scented garbage and Eddie gets to retain his sense of smell and his sanity – but it’s only half the battle. The second half takes place at home, in the upstairs bathroom that all three girls share.

“Hazel!,” they hear Moe yell, “That one was mine!”

Steve shoots Eddie a look, as if to say that’s all you, man.

“C’mon, Stevie,” he protests, “I broke up the last one about the stupid hand sanitizers.”

“Nope. You facilitated buying them that shit. You can deal with it.”

Right on cue, they hear Hazel upstairs start to cry. Eddie groans, gets to his feet, and heads upstairs.

Indeed, Hazel is sobbing, because she almost always is these days (Steve and Eddie secretly joke that she’d never cried as a baby because she was stock-piling it all for her elementary-school days), and wrapped in an elephant towel (there’s a hood with ears and everything; it’s very cute). Moe is holding a half-dissolved bath bomb that she’d clearly just fished out of the bathtub and wearing an unreasonably irate expression for what is ultimately just a glorified ball of baking soda and citric acid (Eddie looked it up).

“Dad – Hazel’s using my bath bomb.”

“It’s not yours!” Hazel hiccups.

Eddie squints at the deformed mess fizzing in Moe’s hand.

“I gotta side with Hazy here, Moe. I mean – c’mon. Did you actually want a Santa Claus-shaped bath bomb? Really?”

“Yeah,” she insists, “It’s limited edition, Dad. For the holiday collection.”

Eddie lets out a long sigh.

“Okay,” he says, “You guys are keeping this shit in your own rooms. Starting now.”

[extreme-fatboy100]

Can you imagine what it'd be like to have a moment of clarity, rubbing your eyes as you look away from your computer screen for what has to be the first time in days?

Looking down at your fat-laden body. You can't even see your lap, covered by a curtain of lard, what used to be your belly is now just a shelf of wobbling, fat-flesh. And your moobs have never been bigger, sloping off to the sides and hanging down. Your body hair is greasy and matted, your gut covered in crumbs and smeared in sauces too numerous to count. Your ass and hips have grown too wide for the chair, the arms pinching and keeping you trapped. It'd take more energy, more strength than you have in your arms and legs to get you unstuck now. There has to be a point where your stationary life causes you to fuse with the chair beneath you and it can't be that far off.

Your neck aches from not having moved in a while as you turn your head, feeling the folds in your double chin rub against each other. Your room is a disaster. There's a mountain of empty soda bottles and crumpled wrappers around you and scattered all around the room. Just trying to get to the door without tripping over the empty energy drink cans is an impossible task for a dozen different reasons. You've been baked in it so long that you don't notice right away, but eventually the smell hits you. Fucking hell, your room smells like rotting garbage. There must be some food crumbs or spilled milkshake somewhere. Or it could be you, rotting away in your chair.

Your body is heavy. It's hard to breathe. It's hard to keep your eyes open. But even as you survey the damage done to your room, your body, your life...

It only makes you hungry.

ughhhh,, it would make me so hungry,, spot on anon gonna go get off now ✨

[vxm1tcxre]

Lemme take a moment to deromanticize 3ds, if you don’t mind.

I have severe bul1m14. for years now, I have been trying to quit bping, only to get progressively worse as time has gone on- to the point where I get lucky if I make it through a single day without binging and pvrging once. On bad days, I will do so up to 5 times. Hell, I even have ever-so-slight bruising on my knees from spending so much time kneeling in front of bags and toilets, among countless other symptoms and places where my 3d has left it’s ugly mark.

Today was my birthday party. A celebration of my life. I had friends over. We visited a fun place in my city. They gave me gifts and we played games.

And did I get to enjoy it? Did I get to have fun with my friends and appreciate spending time with the people I love? Was it a good day? Will I remember it as such?

Of course not.

Like clockwork, I b1ng3d on the pizza and cupcakes my mom bought for me and my friends. I have consumed approximately 4800+ c4lories in a single day.

I have spent the last three hours after my friends went home locked in my room, trying to pvrge, but since I have abused my body so much, my gag reflex barely works. All I managed was to cough and choke up thick, viscous mucus and tiny chunks of pizza crust.

I am so full I can’t move without excruciating pain. I swear I can feel my bloated stomach pressing against my ribs, pushing them out. It feels like I’m about to explode. I want nothing more than to v0m1t- not only because I fear the weight gain, barely at this point. But because I am in such excruciating, unbearable pain and I just want this alien invader of carbs and sugar out of my damn body.

I have shoved an extension cord, the eraser end of a pencil, and the dirty toothbrush with bite marks on the handle from exclusively using it as my tool to pvrge because my fingers no longer suffice as far as they can possibly go down my throat to try and get some relief. Nothing.

I swallowed 3 heaping spoonfuls of baking soda and chugged seltzer water to try and give myself sodium poisoning.

I swallowed about 8 of my adhd pills and whatever antidepressants I had left, hoping they’d make me sick and push the food out of my stomach.

Nothing has worked. I am sitting in my bathroom, because I can’t lie down without acid flooding my esophagus, and praying that my stomach doesn’t burst open from the sheer volume of food I’ve shoved inside myself, begging the universe to not let me die.

I don’t want to die curled on the bathroom floor around my horrendously distended stomach, next to the scale I’m terrified to have to step on tomorrow morning. I don’t want my heartbroken parents to look through my things after I’m gone and find the bags of cold, rotten v0m1t hidden around my room.

Today was my fucking birthday party.

And instead of looking back fondly at this day, looking forward for things to come, I’m crying on my bathroom floor because I’m so fucking f4t and in so much pain I wish I could just sl1c3 my stomach open to remove a single ounce of the pressure against my insides.

But I can’t.

It will never stop.

I will never be able to enjoy days like these.

[surshica]

TYSM FOR MESMERIZED IT WAS SO CUTE RAHHHH🙏🏽🙏🏽

okay okay so can i request chishiya x like a very small reader? like short asf yknow? like 5,0 or something

ok thats all ilysm♡︎

SHORTCAKE !

request : chishiya x gn!short reader

genre : cavity sugar rush fluff

A/N : short king with a short reader?? hell yeah!! i’m also somewhat short (dare i say as i’m 5’4 almost 5’5). like its giving short power couple and IM HERE FOR IT. reader will be like 5’0, also this isn’t proof read or anything SOOO..

— CHISHIYA x GN!SHORT READER

ılıl﹔ ◌ 𓂂 ˳⁺ 🍰 ꯭ ⊹ ⋆ ࣪

“chishiya can you grab something from the top shelf for me please” you stood on your tippie toes but the itim felt ad if it kept getting farther and farther away, the slight huff in annoyance escaped your lips as you hear chishiya snicker at you.

“i dont even know why you are laughing shuntaro.” your voice came out cold, “youre not much taller then me..” you side-eyed the dyed blonde. he had a stupid cheshire like smile on his face. “i may not be 6’1 but im still taller.” he cheekily smiled at you.

you smiled at him pointing towards the, “flour.” it was soft yet stern tone with a smile plastered on your face; “mmm i wouldn’t say i liked the way you asked me for the flour.” he had his hands in his pockets looking down at you. “this is kind of embarrassing,” you blinked multiple times while your lips formed a downward frown, “whats embarrassing? me looking down at you or you not being able to get some simple flour?” a chuckle stifled out his lips.

“maybe both, i just wanted some flour and tall king chishiya can’t get it.” a sarcastic dreamy sigh left your lips. chishiya rolled his eyes reaching up to grab you the flour. he handed you the box of flour while furrowing his eyebrows— “what do you even need this flour for? you aren’t baking anything..” he grabbed a pack of cookies from the pantry before closing it and leaning againts the pantry door.

“i didnt need it!” you held your hands behind your back, “i just wanted to see if you would reach for it.” he gave you a bore look, as if it was telling you that you can put the flour back yourself. “you’re so random.”

“WELL i just wanted your attention” a mischievous kid like smile was very well ontake on your face. “you literally could ask me for attention and i’ll give it to you.” “that’s a lie.” “only if you think it’s a lie then it’s a lie”

there we just a wave of silence that passed through, chishiya was just staring into your skull while you were acting like it’s a staring contest trying not to blink, your eyes were tearing up so you had to blink. “fuck!” you yelled out loud, a proud smile was plastered onto chishiya’s face.

“well since i have the flour out and you wont help me put it away, we should make something.” you put your hair up in a ponytail (short hair or long hair you decide) chishiya hugged you from behind placing a kiss on your crown, “what do you want to make chef?” he placed two more kisses on the crown of your head,

“mmm..i’m not too sure maybe something strawberry theme” you were scrolling through pinterest to find ideas, chishiya liked the idea of a strawberry dessert.

“i say we make a shortcake..” chishiya mentioned pointing at the shortcake recipe you passed on pinterest, you turned your head to look at him, “i like that idea, but you are going to help me make it!” yn grinned proudly; chishiya shrugged planting a small kiss on your cheek; a small giggle escaped your lips “if you keep giving me kisses we aren’t going to finish or even start the cake.”

“the cake can wait now. this is more important.” chishiya whispered giving you more kisses around the face. “you wanted the cake and now i’m craving it..” you giggled at the touch of the kisses. you quickly pecked him on the lips before pushing away. “lets do this cake come on chishi!” chishiya groaned at you escaping his grasp,

“can you get the vanilla extract..baking soda..salt..and sugar please!” you asked him as you went to the fridge to grab some eggs. “you’re so tall you can’t even reach them.” he snarled a comment, you quickly turned your head to him.

“if i were you i would shut up. i have some eggs in my hand right now.” you warned him, he puckered his lips before going to get the things you asked for. chishiya placed all the ingredients near you as he leaned against the countertop; his hands in his pocket.

“short person making a shortcake? this will be a sight to see.” chishiya watched as you mix the dry and the wets together in a bowl, you gave him a confused look causing him to have a stupid smirk on his face. “we can finally see which one is shorter.”

you stopped mixing the ingredients giving him a death stare look, “…you are so.” your face twitched—grabbing some flour from the box and throwing it at him. “..was that necessary??” he looked all at his clothes that have been covered with flour and his face and hair.

“if your short jokes were necessary thennnn the flour was necessary!!” you perked up your shoulders continuing the mixing. chishiya moved the bowl aside; grabbing you by the waist pulling him closer to you, “you wouldn’t mind having some flour on you for all the tall king jokes then?” his face that had flour on it was rubbed against you.

“CHISHIYAAAA” you huffed. a small smile was on his face, “you started it so i’m here to make this problem even bigger.” by the end of it, you had a bunch of flour on your face. he took a picture of a grumpy face flour covered you, “you look beautiful” he laughed giving you a small kiss on the lips. “i hate you.”

ılıl﹔ ◌ 𓂂 ˳⁺ 🍰 ꯭ ⊹ ⋆ ࣪

taglist : @nanamora

[ilycove]

Everything in the kitchen was messier than anything you've ever seen before.

The counters were covered in something white and powdery, you couldn't tell what it was anymore. It was going to be hell to clean up. The only thing that was untouched by the tornado of flour and powdered sugar was Quest's glasses, sat delicately on top of the microwave.

You sighed and looked over to Quest, relishing in delight with a stupid smile in his pink frilly apron. "Dear?"

His grin grows from ear to ear, awaiting your next instruction like a dog.

Your smile matches his and you reach over to pour some more chocolate chips in your hand. "Could you please get me," you pause and look over to your recipe. "half a teaspoon of baking soda?"

"If you stop eating chocolate chips by the handful, then sure." You roll your eyes and continue to mix your wet ingredients together, occasionally flinging some of the mixture onto you and the counters. You pay little to no mind to it when Quest comes over with your dry ingredients, and you look up at him with a tight smile. He leans forward a bit to try and see what you were so focused on. "Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing. This is just a tablespoon. And also baking powder. But it's fine, what's the worst that can happen?"

Quest gives you a weird look and retracts his head a bit. "You can tell the difference between baking soda and baking powder?"

"You can't tell the difference between a tablespoon and a teaspoon?"

He throws his hand up like a sassy child and squints at you, something you do right back to him. "In my defense, I'm not wearing glasses."

"And what's in your defense for wearing a pink apron?"

He twirls around a bit and laughs as he picks up the frills and lifts it, bowing down a bit. "I'm a pretty princess. C'mon, I'm sure you'd agree."

You laugh and shake your head. "God, you're a dork." You go to scoop two cups of flour out of the bag when you feel him wrap his arms around you and begin kissing up, from your shoulder blades to your neck and coming around to your collarbones. You attempt to shrug him off but you're the man and he's the leech. "Hey, princess, not now. I'm doing super serious business."

You feel his kisses falter a bit as airy chuckle come out of him. He looks up at you for a brief moment before asking, "Making cookies is super serious business?"

"I don't think I stuttered."

Quest seems taken aback by your responses, but is still laughing up a storm as you try and hold your chuckles back too. "And what's gonna get that attitude out of you?"

You don't answer, instead you turn around and kiss him tenderly. Quest seemed very happy by this and grabbed the edge of the counter to stabilize himself, knocking downs cup or two before helping you on the counter without care. He kisses you again and runs his fingers through your hair, stopping when he hears a disgruntled whine from you. He pulls back and looks at you, examining all kinds of faux-disappointment on your face. "Are you okay?"

"No, yeah, I'm just," You cut yourself off and laugh a little bit, pulling him closer. "You just got flour in my hair."

He shrugs with a shit-eating grin and kisses the corners of your lips before actually kissing you, laughing against your lips. "It's fine, you always liked it a bit messy."

He laughs harder when you hit his shoulder and still lean into him for another kiss.

[ispyspookymansion]

i don’t know why you’re collecting recipes but here’s one of mine

Really good brownies I came up with at 1 am

Preheat oven to 375 F. Line a METAL square or rectangle baking sheet with parchment paper. I used my 12x7 metal sheet, but anything of a similar size would work.

In a bowl, add 250g of granulated sugar and one stick of butter, melted. Mix, then let cool so you don't scramble your eggs. Add 2 large eggs plus two eggs yolks, vanilla extract, and mix. Then add 75g unsweetened cocoa powder, and 1/3 cup butter (or oil)

And 60-70g of whatever flour you want, I used rice. I would say a lighter flour for better texture, like rice, a pinch of salt if using unsalted butter, pinch of baking soda, tablespoon of corn starch. Corn starch is important. Stir in however much chocolate chips you want. The only acceptable variety is semisweet.

Spread batter evenly into pan. Bake for 25-30 minutes, it took me 25 but a smaller pan would take longer, check it however you wish. Wait until completely cool to cut or you will end up with brownie dust. Brownie dust, while delicious, is not what you came here for.

AW HELL YES. im collecting them to write out in the new little recipe book i got because i love stuff i can hold in my hands and protect from losing online. you wouldnt download a recipe …. (to get away from a million ads)

THAT BEING SAID what can i put for whose recipe it is? :]

[sterekchub]

What are your thoughts on a prompt featuring Stiles having a crush on a slob!Derek and giving him food, thinking Derek is unaware of his crush. Derek, however, is aware of Stiles’s crush on him and teases him until he confesses. Stiles ends up becoming submissive to a now megachub!Derek and is often in his fatpad, pleasuring Derek while he eats?

I LOVE slob Derek: gets teased all the time for his house looking like a pack of wolves lived there, rubbing his scent on everything and not particularly bothered if smells like BO or anything else: his loft is his territory.

Which naturally means when Derek gets fat and has someone to ordered around? He suddenly gets so much worse.

Stiles is as subtle as a knife to your throat. Derek can tell he’s interested from the first time they meet. Which means when Stiles starts coming up with terrible excuses of “there was a sale” “my dad didn’t want them.” “I cooked extra”

Derek eats everything starts off with just boxes of baked goods for breakfast, then - “Love your *puff* cooking. *urrrppH* Going to make me fat *mmmpphh* if you keep bringing me *BBBRRRRp* lunches like this.”

Soon Stiles is bringing him food every meal of the day. And he can only cook so much, so Derek hands him his credit card and starts demanding takeout and fast food to fill in the meals between.

Derek admits he’s overdoing it, playing this game of chicken with Stiles has ensured he’s doing nothing but eating all day. And a constant diet of baked goods and fast food has been hell on Derek’s gut…

Eventually Stiles admits he had a crush on Derek. By which point Derek has gone up three jean sizes, has a permanent ass imprint in the couch, and has been drinking 2liters of soda by the day.

“Might *urrrPPhhh* as well move *BlrrrppffftTT* in.”

****

I just picture Derek lounging on the couch, thighs spread wide to accommodate his belly. He hasn’t bothered with pants in months, not since getting his jeans on left him winded. The black tshirt he’s wearing is practically see through it’s stretched so thin over his flabby chest, doesn’t even cover most of his belly. The color doesn’t hide the multitude of cheese and grease and god knows what other stains they cover it. Stiles can’t remember the last time Derek bothered to change his shirt. Hell, he would even wear it in the shower- if Derek bothered with the shower once he outgrew it.

Stiles is cleaning up his binge from lunch- tossing empty soda bottles and pizza boxes and burger wrappers that Derek just drops on the ground into a huge trash bag.

Derek is still shoveling fries into his mouth with a pudgy hand. Crumbs spew everywhere as he demands, “

“Still got *bworrRRPPp* that *chew* cheesecake in the fridge?”

“Sure you have room? You ate a lot for lunch.”

Derek grunts and presses his greasy hands into his belly, rubbing the top of the flabby mass. It takes a few minutes, and then he lets out a steady stream of belches and farts. “*PffpffrrptTT**Bllbbfffttt* I’ve got plenty of “OOOOUUAAAP* room.”

Stiles brings the cheesecake out of the fridge. His own creation, it’s at least 5 pounds and laden with as many calories as Stiles could cram into it. He drops the entire plate on top of Derek’s middle, doesn’t bother with a fork. Derek wastes no time in digging into, using two fingers to scoop himself sloppy handfuls.

Stiles watches eat until about a quarter of the cheesecake is gone, waiting for the inevitable next command.

“A little *nnghhmm* help?”

Stiles happily drops to his knees. “Can barely find your dick in all this blubber.”

“Shut up and *fffrrrp* suck me *brrbllpfft* off.” Derek groaned through a mouthful of cheesecake.

It’s a sweaty mess of fat folds and dried come from Derek’s constantly leaking dick that’s long buried in his fat pad, Stiles has to press himself in the enveloping balloon that is Derek’s lardy body to even be able to suck him off. Just breathes in the reek that is his massive boyfriend as he slowly teases the tip of his dick, not letting him come until the entire cheesecake is crammed into Derek’s overfed middle.

[lordarsonizzzzt]

THEIR IDEAL DATE W/ YOU

I just wanted to write something cause im bored

characters: Jack Bright, Alto Clef, Kondraki, Draven, Iceberg, Gerald

JACK BRIGHT

✦ Jack strikes me as a funny guy when in a relationship, dates with him aren't fancy and shit, he doesn't want to go to a place where you have to waste tons of money for food

✦ She prefers going to McDonald, convencing the staff to give both of you balloons if they have any. Maybe go to an arcade or go bowling, fun dates are her thing.

✦ If you want to, she can book some fancy restaurant so you both can go, but it really isn't his thing. I'm so sure Bright just loves goofing around when not in the foundation cause those are the few times he gets to be out of the place.

✦ Don't get me wrong, he's loyal to the Foundation but it can be a bit too much plus the whole being inmortal thing, he preferes dates that involve going out and to places where you will have a fun story to tell.

ALTO CLEF

♫ Similar to Jack, he preferes fun dates, fancy never was and never will be his thing.

♫ But contrary to Jack, he prefers being indoors, that being said, he loves dates where you two cook together.

♫ HE IS going to mess with whatever you are doing, and YOU WILL have to try and stop him from putting weird shit into the mix.

♫ If you are baking a cake, he's going to try to put gummy worms in it, if you are making dinner, he'll try to put chocolates in the spaguetti.

♫ But that's perfect with you, because that's your man.

♫ If you both already planned to have a date but that day was kinda of shitty for him, he'll try to put through it anyways, most likely you will notice and it wil be time for cuddles and maybe a movie that is just there for background noise while both of you sleep.

♫ I headcannon Clef as a pretty clingy guy when in private, he needs constant praise but he'll prefer dying before admiting it, Lily left some pretty nasty scars on him (both mentally and phsically), so this 'dates' are more of a schedule for both of you, they happen once a week.

KONDRAKI

⌛︎ So this one depends on how much you support his drinking habit.

⌛︎ If you are ok with it you both will go to a bar and have a few drinks, but make sure they are actually a few because he doesn't know when to stop.

⌛︎ If you aren't okay with it, then you'll have dinners in your home, same as Clef, Kondraki prefers dates indoors rather than outdoors, he craves that domestic life. Hell! he may even invite Draven and Talloran if it's cool with you.

⌛︎ If Draven comes, he is not buying any alcoholic drinks, not even beer.

⌛︎ If he doesn't, he'll buy probably two cans of beer or vodka, enough to not get him wasted.

⌛︎ Dates with him are filled with talking about this and that, a new book he got into, some dumbass in the Foundation, a guy you don't like from your work and so on.

DRAVEN

➳ THIS BOY.

➳ Anything will do good with him, wanna go to the beach? Okay! Want to try out food in this new restaurant? Sure, let's go! Wanna do a picnic? HE'S ON HIS WAY.

➳ He likes to have dates at night time, maybe have some take-out and eat in a park while you both talk, walk around holding hands.

➳ He likes to gossip, no you can't change my mind. He'll call you up and will tell you to come to his apartment, when you are there, there are a lot of bags of chips, candies and sodas

➳ You'll paint his nails while he tells you about some weird break up that happened in the foundation, you will ask him to stay still because he uses his hands so much to get his point across.

➳ Probably the only one that will take you to a fancy place with no trouble, yeah it's not his thing but it doesn't hurt to act like you are both rich and important people for one night.

➳ 10/10 would date again.

*I RAN OUT OF PATIENCE TO DO LIL DRAWINGS FOR THEM SORRY LMAO*

ICEBERG

❆ THIS. BITCH.

❆ "Why do you wanna go out if we see each other every day"

❆ Don't expect going out with him, he has to be in a really good mood to take you out, if you wanna go alone or with friends he has no trouble paying for you.

❆ But he's just, not going out, not his thing at all.

❆ Similar to most in this list, preferes staying inside, he'll make breakfast for you and you can watch a movie on the mornings.

❆ At night time, he'll order something from your favourite place and probably some dessert, he'll tell you he got it because it was cheap and it was for him, but since he was going to get something might as well feed you too.

❆ He got himself something else tho, he didn't ate desseart because it was for you.

❆ This one also craves domesticity, but he won't say it. He loves kisses in the morning when making coffee, holding hands when coming home and cuddling at night.

❆ Hell! He may even tell you that he loves you, and verbal affection from him is one hell of an achievement.

GERALD

⚠︎ HE LOVES PICNIC DATES.

⚠︎ HE'LL BUY EVERYTHING IF NEEDED, BUT PLEASE JUST GO OUT WITH HIM TO A MEADOW OR A HILL AND HAVE A PICNIC DATE WITH HIM. HE'LL EVEN BEG.

⚠︎ Everything he gets is from the market, if he cooks he'll burn everything down and he just wants dates with you to be perfect, he feels like he doesn't deserve you and feels bad because there are so many guys out there that are better than him.

⚠︎ So he tries, he really tries to make these dates perfect, there is no way anything can go wro-

⚠︎ So, most of the time you end up going home and having the picnic on your backyard.

⚠︎ He gets attacked by bears, beers, steps on snakes by mistake, everything that could go wrong goes wrong.

⚠︎ He may even cry.

⚠︎ When you are in your backyard he'll try to feed you parts of the cake he bought, only to attract more fucking bees.

⚠︎ You'll feed him a strawberry and he'll choke on it, but that's to expect.

[kenny-power]

Flour - D.C. x reader

Warning(s) - none

If you want to see something funny, it’s a tough hood sticking his tongue out at his big brother. If you want to see something funnier, it’s the same big brother’s girlfriend being held ‘hostage’ by said hood, both of them covered in flour. 

Apparently, Y/N missed the memo that it was a bad idea to try to bake when Sodapop is around. Especially when its chocolate cake you’re baking.

It’s not that Soda can’t bake, he does alright (if you don’t mind it being a little extra sweet), but he is a menace in the kitchen. It should be known as a universal law that if you leave a bowl of flour unsupervised around Soda, you will eventually be covered in it. 

It’s not like he can help it, the flour was asking to be thrown. And of course, if you throw flour, you better expect for it to be thrown right back. Thus, a flour war broke out.

And that’s what Darry walked in on - his kid brother dumping a bowl of flour on his girl’s head as she threw it right back at him. 

“What is goin’ on in here?” He asked, bewildered. The pair froze, turning to look at him, before suddenly Soda grabbed Y/N by the waist and swung her behind him. He brandished a wooden spoon like a sword, challenging Darry.

“You can’t have her!” He laughed, “She’s mine today.” He stuck his tongue out at him, the cherry on top of the flour-covered cake. Darry looked from Soda to Y/N, before setting down his bag and walking towards the kitchen island. The pair shuffled to the other side, keeping distance between them and him. They kept up this awkward shuffle until they make their way to the door Darry originally walked into, thinking they were free. 

But then, Darry put those football skills to use, lunging around the island and going for the both of them. 

Shrieking, Soda immediately let go of Y/N, running down the hall to the safety of his room. 

“Traitor!” She called to him as he ran, laughing madly. He didn’t even apologize, the bastard, as he slammed the door loudly. 

“And then there were two,” Darry said softly, leaning into her. She giggled and blew a puff of air into his face, making his nose scrunch up. “How did this even happen?” He asked, reaching up to brush some flour out of her hair. 

“Don’t blame me, blame your goofy kid brother.” She murmured.  

“Hey, only I’m allowed to call my goofy kid brother goofy,” he said softly, leaning in closer. Just a few more inches and they would kiss. She hoped they would kiss. 

“Sorry about the mess, I tried to make you a cake.” She laughed softly. “It didn’t work out.”

“Obviously,” he breathed, leaning even closer. If she could just tilt her head up slightly, their lips would be touching.

“Did you have a good day?” She whispered, eyes fluttering shut.

“Better now that I’m with you.” He finally, finally, closed the distance, kissing her softly. No matter how long she’s been dating Darry, Y/N doesn’t think she’d ever get used to kissing him, especially when he does it like this. So soft, so lovingly, so full of domesticity. She could live in this moment forever. 

However, that not how real life works. 

The moment was abruptly broken by the front door slamming open and Dally, Pony, and Johnny walking through the door. 

“What the hell are you two doin’?” Dallas asked, looking at Y/N’s and now Darry’s flour-covered face. Y/N’s face flushed before she replied. 

“Just baking a cake.” 

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

A Possible Crossover?

Okay, so I have a huge crush on Charlie Hunnam and watched The Gentlemen for the nth time (brilliant movie, highly recommend it). And it got me thinking about a crossover with Peaky Blinders.

Totally not only watching it for him… no, really! I seriously love it.

Anyway, what about a little rivalry between two wolves, the Wolf King of Camden and Law of Hammersmith and The Blood Hound of Kensington and Chelsea?😏

Just imagine being courted by Raymond Smith, Micky Pearson’s right hand, and him trying to not let his world interfere with yours. Bottles of fine whiskey, luxurious dinners at restaurants that leave you wondering how the hell he’s able to pay for them or at his estate (which is oddly large for a man living alone), trips around the UK and Ireland (often he’ll rent a holiday home outside the city or in the countryside, preferably the latter so you’re safe and he can let his inner Wolf out without anyone seeing him).

Since meeting you, Raymond is trying to get clean entirely. No more White Widow Super Cheese. He’s asked Bunny for help and together they’re working on it.

Alfie, on the other hand, courts you the old-fashioned way by leaving you flowers, handwritten notes, and homebaked goods. He especially prides himself on his soda bread, made according to an old family recipe. There are very few people who know about it and its exquisite taste because he doesn’t sell it at his bakery. However, each time you drop by, he makes sure to serve you a sandwich made from it and give you a loaf before you leave.

Though he knows he has his own vices as well, drugs is one he’s never meddled in. Nevertheless, that’s not to say he doesn’t know about the dangers of the criminal underbelly dealing in them. As such, it makes him highly uncomfortable you’re associating with one of the top dogs (no pun intended) in the industry. Henceforth, it requires a lot of patience, suppressed growls and snarls, and hiding of fangs whenever you drop by with Ray at your side.

Alfie’s well aware you adore his bakery and he makes you your coffee exactly the way you like it. So the last thing he wants to do is ruin the time you spend there, in his most personal part of London. But whenever the other Wolf is at your side, his own floats to the surface enough to be unleashed if he loses his composure for even a split second. He’ll try his best to keep his temper in check, but the seething violence mixed with jealousy will show in how he’ll grumble his way through the conversation, shorter than usual, and avoid your gaze. Ray he just completely ignores.

Fortunately, you never fail to catch the apologetic glances in your direction nor turn a blind eye to the way he hangs his head as he offers you a basket with baked goods before you head out.

Each time it happens, he hopes you’re alone next time.

Because then he might finally have the courage to sit down for a cup of coffee with you.

Ngl, I’m kinda here for this concept. Might have a crack at it sometime soon.🤔

Tag list: @buttercupsandboys @hecatemoon87 @potter-solomons @zablife @liliac-dreamer @babaohhhriley @dreamlandcreations @wandawiccan60 @solomons-finest-rum @alikaheroes @rose-like-the-phoenix @vir-tual

[scholastic-dragon]

This is my first time asking I hope I'm doing it right .. can you do

16 .Dancing to Christmas music

35. “Will you be my new years kiss?”

With Mikey ( preferably bayverse )

And thank you ! I love your writings you're really good!

Awww thank you!!! You're doing it perfectly friend!

Mikey x Gn!reader

When The Ball Drops

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: swearing, a burn wound, turtle smootches, spelling mistakes, 

Summary: Mikey finally gets the balls to make a move, ironically it's the same time the ball drops on New Years

"Would you just stop bein' a pussy about it?" Raph rolls his eyes, taking a large bite of his dinner.

"Raph, come on, language," Leo sighed, talking around a mouthful of food.

"You're right," Raph looked to Leo at his side then across the table at Mikey. "Would you stop being such a fucking pussy and just-"

"Raph!" Leo threw his fork onto the plate, sitting back in his chair.

Donnie chuckled to himself, shoving another fork full of Chinese takeout into his mouth.

Mikey sighed, running a hand down his face. "It's not that I don't want to ask them out, I just....I don't want them to say no,"

At Mikeys confession Raph and Leo went silent, both understanding how difficult it must be for the youngest.

"Listen Mike, we know it's scary as hell," Raph spoke in a softer voice. "But if I have to hear another one of your rants, I'm going to lose it-"

"Alright, Raph, that's enough of that," Donnie interrupted, rolling his eyes. "Mikey, all of us can tell that you and Y/n clearly have it bad for each other, why not plan for New Years? We're all going out and you can have the lair to yourself,"

"See, it'll be easy," Raph gestures to Donnie, picking up another bite of food. A smirk crawling across his face. "All you gotta do is grow some balls,"

"Raph!"

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Three days later, you and Mikey were baking in the lair kitchen.

He'd gotten the nerve to invite you over under the guise that he didn't want to bake alone on new years.

You, of course, had practically sprinted down to the lair, overnight bag thrown over your shoulder, still in your comfy sweats.

You had insisted that Christmas music had to be playing given that it was still "the week of Christmas" as you put it.

You both happily chatted, he loved hearing your stories and you now had a bunch from visiting your family over the holidays.

"Did he really do that?" Mikey laughed, putting in a sheet of cookies and setting the timer.

"Oh yeah, my uncle does it every Christmas," You laugh, rolling chocolate chips into the dough. "What about you? Did you have a good Christmas?"

"Yeah, Donnie finally upgraded my rocket board, and Raph and Leo found me an awesome new drum set, on and Casey face planted in the snow during our snowball fight and got a black eye," He shrugged off the last bit, making you laugh, handing him half of the dough to roll into cookies.

"Oh geez, speaking of, where are your brothers?" You peek out into the hallway, noticing now how quiet the lair actually was.

"Oh, Raph, his girl, April, Casey, and Splinter all went to Times Square to watch the ball drop in person, and Leo and Donnie went to their girls' house,"

You nodded along, suddenly feeling sweaty knowing it was just the two of you. Finished rolling the rest of the dough, you clean off your hands and pull out your phone.

"Here, I'll pull up the live feed so we can watch it too!" Leaning your phone on a soda can, you set it so you both can see the bright colors and faint music.

The oven beeped, Mikey glanced between you, the oven, and the dough currently covering his hands. "Would you mind taking the cookies out?"

"Of course, hun," You quickly grab the oven mits and take out the sheet.

Mikey felt his heart stop at your pet name, he'd been using them on your for months and you'd only just recently started doing it back.

As you set the cookies next to the oven, and closed the door, you misjudged the distance between the counters and your elbow hit the cookie sheet.

"Ow!" You yelped, clutching your arm with a grimace.

"What happened?" Mikey had just finished washing his hands and quickly turned to face you.

"My elbow touched the hot pan," You wince. Mikey gently took your arm, and inspected the wound.

"Here," He went to the fridge, pulling out a bag of frozen peas and pressed it against the red mark. "That should help, and if you need it we have aloe also,"

His thumb was gently rubbing against your inner arm and he was ever so gently touching your elbow, it made your heart melt. He was so sweet and considerate and those giant blue eyes had captivated you since the moment you saw them. 

“-Is that helping?” Oh, right he was rambling and still checking on you. “Do you need anything else?” 

You smiled, laughing softly. “Mikey, it was just a small burn, I’m okay really,” He seemed so concerned the poor thing. He raised a brow, clearly he wasn’t going to back down easily. 

“Okay, well, if you must do something,” You inhaled deeply, removing the pack of frozen peas. “A kiss to make it better?” You held up your elbow. 

He rolled his eyes, but gently took your arm and pressed a soft kiss to your red mark. If you weren’t watching him you wouldn’t have known he even kissed you, it was the softest he’d ever touched you. 

He straightened up, taking your hand in his large one, pressing the peas back to the spot. “There is that better? Or do you need another kiss?” 

Feeling some burst of confidence, you stepped closer to him, your chest an inch away from his, staring deep into his large eyes. 

“Now that you mention it, I did bite my lip when I burned my elbow,” Your face was bright red, your heart terrified he was going to reject you. 

He swallowed thickly, breath quivering as he struggle to respond. “If it’ll make you feel better,” He smiled leaning in, your heart leapt, closing your eyes and pursing your lips. 

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” Your phone screamed, you both jumped, glancing down to see the ball drop and confetti spray across the concrete. 

You turned back to him with a bashful smile. “Happy New Year, Mikey,” 

Without missing a beat, he turned his attention back to you. “Will you be my New Years kiss?” 

You laughed, throwing the bag of frozen peas over your shoulder, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips to his. He stiffened in your arms before relaxing, wrapping his arms around you. One arm splayed against your lower back, pressing you against his chest and the other travelling up your spine to tangle in your hair. 

You pulled away needing air, both of you breathing heavily in each others faces. 

“How does it feel knowing you get to start the New Year with a girlfriend?” 

“Let me show you,” He pulled you in for another toe curling kiss. 

Happy New Year indeed. 

tags:  @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @post-apocalyptic-daydream @dilucsflame33 @sketch-and-write-lover @strawberrycakeblog @happymoonangel

[nobedofroses]

December 13th

pairing: Marcus Moreno x reader

warnings: fluff

words: 650

a/n: getting a little out of hand with a school bake sale Hot chocolate/baking/dancing prompt from @toomanystoriessolittletime's winter writing challenge ❄️

more Marcus, Full List

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One of Missy’s class’ last hurrahs before winter break was holding a bake sale to raise money for… something. Probably new music stands or a football stadium or something like that. You didn’t really remember because as soon as the words, “bake sale” were out of Missy’s mouth, your focus jumped to strategy and the rest of her sentence was lost in a swirl of brownies, cookies, and popcorn balls. 

In the week preceding the sale, you made multiple grocery trips as each new idea was solidified. Everything together, you were making three kinds of cookies, two kinds of brownies, winter-themed popcorn balls, and a couple batches of macarons just to elevate things a little bit. 

Missy was pretty much just allowed to help with the scooping and decorating (and licking the bowl of course) and that was fine with her. Marcus, after nearly measuring out a tablespoon of baking soda instead of a teaspoon, was not allowed to help with anything. The only time he was allowed in the kitchen was when he got to try the wonky leftover-dough cookie that seemed to be a part of every batch. 

It was going pretty well, despite Marcus’ sulking, but you were somewhat behind. Missy had gone to sleep, so you had to scoop things yourself which meant less time to do things while the batch in the oven baked. 

At 11:00pm, Marcus came gingerly into the kitchen, “How are you doing, angel?” 

“I’m good, it’s fine. The macarons are resting and the popcorn is made and one of the cookies and two of the brownies— or was it two of the cookies and one of the brownies…?” you trailed off, hurrying over to the boxes of completed treats to count them. 

Marcus, sensing your impending spiral, came over and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. “Sweetheart, I know you love doing this, and you’re doing a great job, but this is supposed to be fun, right? I mean really, shouldn’t something like this be time for you and Missy to spend together? And maybe even your husband if he needs to remember his glasses before trying to bake?” 

You couldn’t help but melt back into his arms as he talked, the rumble of his chest soothing you instantly, “It’s just— I love baking—”

“I know.”

“And I want to help Missy’s school—”

“I know.”

“And—” 

“Angel, everything you’re saying is great, but need I remind you that you also have a full time job? I mean, if you wanna turn baking into something more intense than a hobby, I’d totally support you. But now, right now, you don’t need to spend up baking seven different things when they only asked if you could bring a dozen cookies,” came his gentle but firm reminder. 

“They only asked for a dozen?” you asked incredulously, turning in his arms to face him. 

“Yes, sweetheart, because the 23 other kids in her class will also bring something to sell, and that right there is nearly 300. Hell, they might turn you away with your, what, 150 all on your own?” Marcus guessed. 

“161…” you murmured. 

“You’re so ridiculously sweet, angel,” Marcus said with a laugh. “But let’s just finish up the batch that’s in the oven, and put everything else in the freezer. You need to get to bed. We both do.” 

The little look in Marcus’ eye was enough to make you realize what he meant, and remember what you typically did on Thursday nights. 

“Oh! Yeah, good idea, we can bake these next week for us. Um, let me just put that away, if you can load the dishwasher?” you were already out of Marcus’ arms, grabbing the containers you had that could hold so much scooped dough. “And then bed.” 

“And then bed.” Marcus agreed, and the two of you had that kitchen cleaned up in record time.

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