#I would bake a cake but I can’t promise I’ll have the spoons on that day

[xekstrin]

Doing my part to kickstart the tradition of celebrating the day we landed on the moon by ordering a custom silly gray cake.

It’s July 20th! Mark your calendars!

And Yuri day is April 12!

#I also plan to celebrate yuri day next year #SPASE! #in b4 every day is yuri day in this household #idle raccoon thoughts #I would bake a cake but I can’t promise I’ll have the spoons on that day #better to order from a local baker anyway #local businesses rah rah rah!

[pearlypairings]

Hi babe happy birthday!! For the cute birthday scenarios, how about hellcheer and one baking a surprise cake for the other?

eddie x chrissy || fun, fluff, goofy mistakes || 959 words

A/N: you've been so patient rosey, to be last but not least :) hope you enjoy the fluffy cake disaster that only a ADHD/distracted Eddie could make enjoyable <3 thank you for this one! ending on a high note:)

previous prompt

A scoop of powdery white mystery rested lazily atop the magazine cut-out on the counter. Eddie couldn’t remember if he’d scooped the flour or the baking powder and smelling it gave him no further clue. He slipped the recipe out from underneath to reexamine the ingredient list. “Son,” Uncle Wayne mused, approaching from the trailer’s quaint living space to haunt over the haphazard piles of ingredients and bowls and spoons. “Wouldn’t everyone be happier if you just bought the damn thing? Leave baking to the professionals. I can’t remember a Munson ever baking a cake, not even Great Grandma Gin.”

“Exactly, Chrissy won’t expect it.” Eddie picked up the scoop and poured it confidently (still wondering how bad the mess-up would be if he switched ingredients on accident) into the big mixing bowl amidst other dry ingredients. “You know how she is, always one step ahead. I never get to really surprise her. It’s about time that I give her a real shock.” Wayne shook his head, peering into the metal bowl with skepticism before taking stock of the cracked egg shells and milk carton close by. “Your girl is more likely to get the shock of food poisoning, but don’t mind me. I’ve just got her health more on my mind than your grand ideas.” “Thanks for the vote of confidence. I’ll be sure not to save you a slice after your shift.” Eddie waved him away, his eyes glued to the numbers on the recipe instructions. With a shrug, he tossed the rest of the ingredients into the bowl and took their trusty, chipped wooden spoon off the sidelines. Sure, the recipe called for a mixer, but a little elbow grease and their lucky spoon had to wind up with the same outcome. His uncle stayed away from the kitchen while Eddie finished up. He’d had to borrow a cake pan from little Red and her mom down the way and promised to return it the way he found it—washed with maybe a few extra burnt bits stuck on the bottom. The Munson’s oven was more of a holding bay than an operational cooking appliance, so he cleared out the old frying pans and boxes of cereal too big for the cabinets before he clicked it on and set it to the proper temperature of 375 degrees…or was it supposed to be 325? Whatever, it’s hot enough at least. At any rate, the batter was to the brim of the pan when he slid it onto the rack like a brain surgeon who’d pivoted his career to expert baker. He saluted the oven, fully trusting it would honor its commitment to cooking the hell out of Chrissy’s cake. When enough time had passed (vibes were essential to this part, he thought a timer was a bit much), the dingy dishtowels were his gauntlets—primed and prepared to face the flaming hot metal inside.

Upon first glance, there may have been some spillage over the sides when it rose; he forgot about the whole “cake rising” part. And shit, sure, the edges looked darker (a rich toasty black-brown) than he expected, but the frosting would solve all of that, he assured himself as he placed the pan on the stovetop to cool. That much he remembered from little Red’s mother’s parting advice. By the time he’d finished swirling the last swatch of frosting, Chrissy would be here any minute. Wayne had already left for his shift at the plant and for that miracle, he was glad. Eddie would have never heard the end of his digs while they waited for her arrival, if he had seen the cake. Hell, his uncle probably would have gone out and bought a replacement cake for her. His disaster of a birthday cake had more potholes than the Forest Hills trailer park and more cracks than old Harry’s truck windshield. The only thing holding it up was his overabundance of frosting gluing pieces together and poorly filling the divots, lumps, and bumps across the top. A whole army of swirly, wax candles didn’t help his case much, but those were the finishing touches he needed for the surprise to feel complete. There were a couple of taps on the trailer door, and her familiar voice greeted him affectionately beyond the screen. Chrissy let herself in, wearing the prettiest white blouse he’d ever seen, probably a well-deserved birthday splurge from the mall. He called her over to the kitchen, stepping out to showcase his Frankenstein creation. “What are you doing in the—” Chrissy’s eyes froze on the deflated, over-iced cake. Her soft features exploded in glorious shock, and with a squeal, she rushed the last few steps and jumped into his arms. “That’s mine, right? You made that for me?” “I did, pretty girl.” He kissed her, hoping he still tasted like vanilla from all the frosting he’d been sampling. “Surprised?” “I can’t wait to try it!” She nodded, nuzzling into his neck and squeezing her arms tighter around him.  “Let’s light the candles first.” Eddie touched her feet back down onto the floor, looking between her pretty smile and the funky cake. He pulled open the drawer to get his lighter, shuffling a few items around to find the shiny black box while his back was turned. “You might wanna wish for a better tasting cake, just as a warning.” And before he had time to react, Chrissy had scooped a healthy finger-full of icing and slathered it down Eddie’s nose with a devious cackle. She retreated without hesitation, ducking behind Uncle Wayne’s favorite chair and hiding from the fistful of cake he carried behind his back. Her laugh was uncontrollable. Eddie had the biggest grin on his face. Sometimes cakes were really sweet. Sometimes cakes were made for throwing. Sometimes surprises went sideways in the best way. He wanted to record that laugh forever.

#pearly birthday prompts #twelfth (last) prompt! #hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #hellcheer fanfic #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #eddissy #birthday cake #fluff #fun #oops! #tomorrow I'll be posting a nice masterlist of all these prompt posts as a nice and neat collection :) #so keep your eyes peeled for that if you wanna check of the others out you missed #or save for later! #ahhh thank you again!!

[fandom-smut-shots]

Keith Kogane - I’m Not Going Anywhere

Not Going Anywhere

A/N: Modern life AU.

Also, any genders and pronouns are acceptable to request. If not specified, I default to female, because that’s the majority of reader inserts in my experience.

Summary: You’ve been dating Keith for about six months, but you’ve only recently met his group of friends. He’s worried that they each have more to offer you than he does, and his insecurities eat away at him until you calm him down.

Words: 2,063

           “Your girlfriend is coming to the party, right?”

         Keith froze, glancing up at Shiro where the older man stood beside the stove, preparing a pot of spinach artichoke dip. He was a disaster at cooking actual food, but he’d managed to learn to prepare dips like a boss.

         “Uh…” was all the black-haired boy managed in response, shoving a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

         “Come on, Keith,” Shiro chided gently, employing his best Older Brother voice. “You’ve been seeing this girl for, what, six months now? I think it’s time I met her. And what better time to introduce her to the gang than at your birthday party?”

         “Do I have to introduce her to everyone?” Keith whined, glaring down at his breakfast. “Can’t she just meet you and be done with it?”

         Shiro sighed, turning to argue when he caught sight of his brother’s expression. Keith wasn’t one for expressing his emotions, so Shiro had learned early on how to read the arch of his brow and the shine of his eyes. Keith currently looked crestfallen, which given the circumstances meant that insecurities were buzzing around inside his head.

         “It’s going to be fine, Keith,” the older boy commented, taking a seat across from Keith at the table. “Everyone is going to love her, and she’s going to love your friends.”

         “That’s what I’m worried about,” was all Keith murmured before he stood, setting his cereal bowl in the sink before turning to skulk down the hallway towards his room.

           “I’d love to go to his birthday party!” you squealed into the phone, balancing it between your ear and your shoulder so you had free use of your hands. “I’m almost done decorating his cake. I could bring it with me!”

         “He’d love that,” Shiro chuckled on the other end. “We’re not a baking-inclined family, so it’s always store-bought cakes for us.”

         “He told me he just wanted to do something simple to celebrate with me,” you returned, swirling icing atop the cake to add calligraphic decoration to Keith’s name. “I wonder why he didn’t tell me you were throwing him a party.”

         “He doesn’t like being the center of attention,” Shiro reasoned.

         You hummed in agreement. “That’s true.” Setting the piping bag on the counter, you paused, a frown forming on your lips. “It’s not… He wants me to come, right? He won’t be mad that you invited me?”

         Shiro sighed into the receiver, and you bit your lip nervously. “He’ll be upset that I went behind his back, but I know him very well, and I think he’d enjoy the party a lot more if you were there. He’s just nervous about you meeting his friends. They can be a handful.”

         “If you’re sure,” you replied. The last thing you wanted to do was upset your boyfriend while trying to celebrate his birthday. “I’ll be there. With a cake.”

         “Perfect,” the man on the phone replied. “I’ll see you tonight. It’ll be great, I promise.”

         You hung up the phone and set it on the counter, admiring your handiwork on your boyfriend’s cake. Exhaling softly, you tried to believe Shiro’s words. Everything would be fine.

           Your heart hammered in your chest as you approached the front door of Shiro and Keith’s shared house. Carefully balancing the cake with one hand, you raised the other to knock on the door, waiting patiently but anxiously for someone to answer. The door opened to reveal Shiro, smiling widely upon seeing you on the other side.

         “(y/n)! It’s so great to meet you!” he greeted enthusiastically. “I’m Shiro, Keith’s older brother. I apologize if I startled you with that phone call earlier – I wasn’t sure Keith would actually follow through and invite you.”

         “He didn’t,” you giggled. “I don’t mind at all. I’ve been wanting to meet you for months.”

         “Let me take that for you,” he offered, easing the cake out of your hold. He headed inside, nodding for you to follow him. You closed the door behind you, following the tall man- like seriously, how was he that tall?-  into the kitchen. There stood a thicker boy, nearly as tall as Shiro, stirring and chopping like a professional chef.

         “That cheese sauce smells amazing, Hunk,” Shiro complimented the cook, placing the cake on the counter.

         “It’s almost done- ooh, where’d the cake come from?” the cook inquired.

         “Keith’s girlfriend.”

         The spoon being used to stir the cheese sauce fell to the floor with a clink, gooey cheese splashing all over the tile.

         “Keith’s what?!”

         The tall, tanned cook spun on his heel, a grin splitting his lips as he caught sight of you. “She’s real!”

         Shiro laughed softly, stepping closer to you. “Hunk, this is (y/n). (y/n), this is Hunk, our resident chef. He shares a few classes with Keith.”

         “I’m an engineering major,” Hunk explained, offering his hand. You placed your comparably tiny hand in his, giggling softly.

         “It’s nice to meet you. Keith has mentioned your cooking.”

         Hunk’s eyes sparkled at the confirmation that the emotionally constipated raven appreciated his food before he turned back to the stove.

         “Hey, Shiro, what-“ Keith stopped in his tracks as he entered the kitchen, his eyes widening as he stared at you. “(y/n)? What are you doing here?”

         “I invited her because I knew you wouldn’t,” Shiro explained.

         “It’s okay that I’m here, right, babe?” you questioned, brows furrowing with worry as you took Keith’s hands in yours.

         “Babe?” teased an unfamiliar voice. “Keith lets someone call him babe?” A tall, thin brunet sauntered into view, resting his elbow on your boyfriend’s shoulder. “Hey, who’s the hottie? She’s- ow!”

         Keith’s elbow collided with the brunet’s rib, and he stepped away.

         “Yeah, it’s okay,” Keith murmured, lacing his fingers with yours, but you could hear the uncertainty in his voice. You stood up on your toes, pressing your lips to his, and he melted into the gesture despite having an audience. The brunet from before whistled at the sight, and Keith pulled back with a glare in his eyes and a blush on his cheeks.

         “I’m (y/n,” you introduced, offering your hand.

         “The name’s Lance,” the tan brunet grinned, taking your hand in his and lightly kissing your knuckles. You simply raised a brow in response, unsurprised when Keith ripped Lance’s hand away from yours.

         “She’s taken,” he growled, wrapping an arm around your waist. You giggled softly, resting your head on Keith’s shoulder.

         “Is that everyone?” you inquired, looking towards Shiro.

         “Hunk!” another voice called from the hallway. “Are the nachos done? I’m starving- oh, hey.”

         Finally, someone not insanely tall.

         “I’m Pidge,” they offered, lifting their hand to their head in a salute. “You must be Keith’s girlfriend.”

         “(y/n),” you countered. “Are you another friend of his?”

         Pidge stole a chip from the bowl on the table, popping it into their mouth. “If that’s what we’re calling it. I’m friends with Lance and Hunk, and they kinda forced Keith to join the group.”

         “I encouraged it,” Shiro replied. “My brother needs social skills.”

         “I have plenty of social skills,” Keith grumbled in response.

         Lance snickered loudly, Pidge choked on a ship, and Hunk chuckled from his place at the stove.

         “I got myself a girlfriend without your interference, didn’t I?” your boyfriend defended, his grip around your wait tightening.

         “How did you two meet, anyway?” Pidge questioned.

         “I’m an art major,” you replied. “We met in Interpretive Painting.”

         “Keith takes art classes?” Lance gasped, his voice raising several octaves.

         “Makes sense,” Pidge shrugged.

         “Interpretive Painting?” Hunk repeated. “That sounds like fun.”

         “Ah, someone who will encourage my brother to keep working on his art,” Shiro smiled. “I already love her.”

         Keith used his hand on your waist to guide you away from the others, leading you to the living room. He sat on the couch, pulling you onto his lap, securing his arms around you. Your own arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers toying with his thick raven hair. His nose nuzzled into your neck as he inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of your body wash.

         “Why didn’t you want me to meet them?” you inquired softly. “They seem nice.”

         “Too nice,” he murmured against your skin. “They’ll take you away from me.”

         You pulled away from Keith just enough to lift his head, caressing his jaw with your hand, gazing softly into his violet eyes. “You don’t really think that, do you?”

         His gaze dropped somewhere behind you – a tell that the current situation made him vulnerable and insecure.

         “You heard them in there. I’m not social. How many times have you told me I suck at texting back? If you hadn’t been so friendly, I wouldn’t have even been able to ask you out.”

         “So?” you questioned, brushing your thumb across is cheekbone. “I’m dating you, aren’t I? If you being anti-social was an issue, I wouldn’t have said yes.”

         He sighed, dropping his forehead to your shoulder. “Lance is better at romance and dating. Pidge is smart, and you like a lot of the same games. Hunk can cook actual meals. They have more to offer you.”

         Your heart broke at his honesty. You knew how hard it was for Keith to be so open, even with you. He must have been dreading the day you met his friends if he was this concerned about it.

         Taking his face in your hands, you lifted his head until you can access his mouth. You gently pressed your lips to his, pouring your emotions into the kiss. He sighed softly against your lips, his arms tightening around your waist. You let one hand slide back to tangle in his hair, gently tugging on the strands.

         “I’m not going anywhere,” you promised between kisses. “I love you, Keith. Befriending your friends means I get to spend more time with you and learn more about you. They’re not going to take me from you, I promise.”

         “Dinner is done!” Hunk’s voice called from the kitchen.

         You slid off of Keith’s lap, much to his dismay, and offered him a hand. “Come on, babe. Let’s go eat.”

         He took your hand, lacing your fingers and squeezing softly as he followed you into the kitchen. Chips, cheese, meat, and vegetables decorated the table as a homemade nacho bar for everyone to dig into. Keith’s amethyst eyes danced around the kitchen, landing on an unfamiliar container on the counter.

         “What’s that?” he inquired, turning his gaze to Hunk.

         Hunk grinned. “(y/n) brought it.”

         “It’s your cake,” you replied, shoving a fully-coated nacho into your mouth.

         “You made me a cake?” Keith questioned, his eyes softening as he looked at you.

         “The plan was for us to have a private party after you were done here,” you shrugged. “When Shiro invited me, I figured I might as well bring the cake.”

         Keith dipped his head, pressing a loving kiss to your lips. Lance and Pidge cat-called from somewhere behind you, but Keith didn’t seem to mind. Shiro smiled from behind Keith, shaking his head softly.

           After dinner and cake were thoroughly enjoyed, you followed Keith and his friends to the living room to watch movies. He sat on the couch and you reclaimed your place on his lap, snuggling into his chest. His hands intertwined with yours, his fingertips brushing your knuckles, and you peppered soft kisses to his jaw, reminding him that you were his.

         While everyone was enthralled in the movie, you turned to face your boyfriend. You untangled a hand from his in order to lift it to his face, cupping his cheek. He turned his gaze from the movie to look at you, a soft expression in his eyes that only you were allowed to see. You shifted in his lap, pulling his lips down to yours. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, gently nipping at your lower lip with his teeth. You were tempted to give in until you recalled your company, reluctantly breaking the kiss and settling back against his chest.

         “I’m not going anywhere,” you murmured softly, squeezing his hand as you watched the movie. The kiss he pressed to the side of your head told you that he understood, and while you knew his insecurities wouldn’t be magically washed away, you also knew that he was trying and that was more than enough for you.

#voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #voltorn x reader #keith kogane #keith x reader #keith kogane x reader #reader insert #fluff

[pillage-and-lute]

Geralt attempts to bake cookies. That’s it that’s the prompt

Hi Cabbage-with-legs!

This is a Modern AU with Tired Dad! Geralt. + bonus pining

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“Geralt? Geralt what’s all this.”

Geralt’s shoulders slumped and he scraped dejectedly at the blackened hockey pucks on the cookie pan. “Cookies.”

“I’ve seen charcoal briquets less black, dear heart. What’s this about?” Jaskier said, leaning his shoulder against his best friend.

Geralt sighed and leaned into the touch, hardly even registering Jaskier’s neon pink Hawaiian shirt. “PTA bake sale. They need me to bake something so I’m trying but, well...” Geralt shuffled a spatula under one pathetic hockey puck and flicked it into the trash.

“Lucky you,” Jaskier said. “I am a world class baker.”

“You burn water.”

“Cooking and baking are very different, my friend.”

“We aren’t friends,” Geralt huffed.

“Not if you keep up that attitude. How much food does the bake sale need?”

Geralt sat in a creaky chair and looked at the ugly yellow wallpaper of his kitchen. “They said anything helps, but the school is really underfunded, they need to make a lot of money off of this.”

Jaskier sat across from Geralt and bumped his foot against his friend’s boot. He smiled sadly. He saw Geralt almost every day, and Geralt never saw him, not really. He never looked at Jaskier and saw him.

It didn’t matter because Jaskier saw Geralt, and would continue to do so until Geralt threw him from his life.

“Alright,” Jaskier said standing up. “It’s Saturday, so Triss won’t have work, I’ll text her, she can bring by some bread.”

“Don’t bother her,” Geralt said.

“She’ll want to help. Yennefer too, she’ll bring something by the bake sale as well.”

None of them had much money, but baking, well, for Ciri they could all do something.

“You and I,” Jaskier said, “We’re going to bake up a storm.”

Geralt stood. “No, Jaskier. Go away.”

“No, you need my help.”

“I don’t need your help.”

“Fine,” Jaskier said, hand on one jutted hip, “Then take a bite out of one of those.” He nodded his head towards the blackened tray.

Geralt growled, but it was acquiescence. 

“Great,” Jaskier said. “Now, lets start this again.” He tidied up the kitchen, loading the dirty dishes into Geralt’s ancient dishwasher and pressing start. He knew Geralt’s kitchen as well as he knew his own. When Renfri had died and left Ciri and Geralt all by themselves he’d done all the cooking here. Geralt had just sat in the chair in the living room and wouldn’t let go of Ciri. Jaskier had practically hand fed him.

Triss had called it sitting Shiva, even though she was the only Jewish person among them. From what she’d told Jaskier, though, Geralt had been doing something similar, even if he didn’t know it.

Now, though, they both moved about the kitchen. Geralt measured flour and sugar as directed and patiently took the bowl of frosting Jaskier pressed into his hands, stirring as directed.

Jaskier moved around him, orbiting Geralt like he always did, adding almond extract and nutmeg and an extra dash of salt because Geralt used too little. At one point their little dance messed up and Jaskier placed one floury hand on Geralt’s chest to keep him from backing up against the open oven door. 

He looked at the dusty handprint on Geralt’s black hoodie, right over his heart. Geralt smiled softly.

“Thanks, I would have fallen right into the oven, there,” he said. 

Jaskier chuckled, “Yeah, Hansel, can’t eat you yet I have to fatten you up,” he poked Geralt in his rock hard abs. “You’d be awfully stringy.”

Geralt rumbled a laugh, deep in his chest. “I guess I’m not prime cannibal fodder, huh?” He crossed to the laptop, open to their recipe. “What’s next?”

“I’m sure there’s someone who’d take a bite out of you,” Jaskier said absently. “But we’re done with the cookies now that they’re in the oven, onto the cake.”

“We’re making a cake?” Geralt said. He looked in dismay at the cookies already in the oven.

“Unless you’d rather make the pies first,” Jaskier said. “And yes, we are. You and I are going to nail this PTA bake sale.” He watched the way Geralt sighed, the rise and fall of his shoulders, the little roll they did to loosen the tension. 

He patted Geralt on one such shoulder, looking into a pale hazel gaze. “Drink some coffee, we’ll be up a while.”

Geralt moved to start the coffee. “Is the--”

Jaskier handed him the little scoop that Geralt used to measure out his coffee and Geralt turned around to face Jaskier.

“You didn’t even know what I was going to say,” he said.

“I did, I know you.” Geralt stepped close and looked at Jaskier with lazer focus. 

Please, Jaskier thought. For once in your life just, see me. 

“You have flour in your hair,” Geralt said, then turned back to the coffeemaker.” 

Jaskier held in a sigh and began pulling up the recipe he liked for chocolate cake. “Do you have cocoa?” He asked. 

“Cupboard,” Geralt grunted. There where multiple cupboards in the kitchen, but Jaskier knew which one Geralt meant.

They descended again into their orbiting dance.

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Morning dawned to find a messy kitchen and two men asleep at the kitchen table. Ciri looked around, registered the mountain of cookies and muffins, four pies and two cakes, then got herself cereal. Jaskier woke up, the seam of his sleeve had pressed into his face in his sleep.

“Have you kissed my dad yet?”

Jaskier blinked away sleep to see Ciri, still in her Wonder Woman pajamas, eating a bowl of coco puffs while standing in the middle of the kitchen. He made to stand to give her the chair, but she shook her head.

“Stay put, you must’ve worked hard. When I went to bed Dad had just burned his second batch of cookies. I repeat, have you kissed my dad yet?”

“Um, no.”

“Why not?”

“He doesn’t want to kiss me,” Jaskier said. “He looks right through me.”

“Hmmm,” Ciri said. It was so like her father that Jaskier had to smile.

“Hello darling,” Triss said, closing the door with her foot behind her. “Jas, you’re up, I figured you’d be asleep...oh,” she glanced at Geralt, conked out on the table, then looked at the pile of baked goods. “Nice job, I brought Challah, soda bread, and Irish brown bread.”

Jaskier stood and kissed her cheek. “Thanks, I appreciate it, Triss.”

“Aunt Triss,” Ciri said. “Do you think my dad wants to kiss Jaskier?”

“Of course, why?”

“He doesn’t even really know I exist,” Jaskier said. 

“He does too.”

“He knows I exist but he looks right through me, Triss, I’m a ghost in his life.”

The front door creaked open then slammed, startling Geralt awake. 

“Whazzit?”

“It’s probably Yennefer,” Jaskier said.

Geralt blinked his eyes hurriedly and brushed back his pale hair. 

Yennefer stomped in and set down a tray full of lemon bars. “For the bake sale.” She looked up at Geralt, who was smiling at her. “You have frosting on your face.”

Jaskier stepped into the other room and Triss followed. Ciri stepped out after them, still spooning cereal into her mouth.

“He sees her,” Jaskier whispered.

“You like Yen,” Triss said. 

“I do, she’s terrifying and fun, but I just wish he looked at me like that, like he noticed me.”

“He notices you,” Ciri said. 

“Jaskier,” Geralt called from the other room.

Ciri smirked. “See?”

Jaskier reentered the kitchen. “What’s up.” 

“I’m loading stuff into my car, help.” 

Jaskier promptly took a few trays of muffins and began to walk them out to Roach, Geralt’s ‘84 Chevy Nova. It wasn’t a beautiful car but Geralt loved her, and Jaskier had grown to love her too. The four of them, watched by Ciri, loaded up the baked goods and Jaskier went to get in the passenger seat. 

“You’re not coming,” Geralt said. 

Jaskier faltered but recovered well. “Oh, well of course. And since I’m your very best friend--”

“Not my friend.”

“I’ll stay and clean up the kitchen,” Jaskier finished.

Triss made a sympathetic face at him, kissed Ciri on the forehead, and left. Yen nudged him in a mostly friendly way and swept out after her. 

Ciri watched him clean up, sitting on the counter in the corner of the kitchen. Unusually, neither of them said a word the entire time. When the last dish was put away she said.

“You know, I’m not sure Dad sees many people, not sees them. I’m not always sure he sees me. It doesn’t mean you aren’t important to him.”

Jaskier smiled wanly. “You’re very wise for fourteen.”

“I am. Extremely.”

“He sees her.”

“That’s because he’s slightly scared of her.”

Jaskier leaned with both hands on the counter and stared between them. “Ciri, you know I love you dearly?”

“Yes.”

“And I won’t stop loving you. Not ever. But I might not come around so often. I promise it doesn’t mean that I don’t care about you.”

“Just that you think Dad doesn’t care about you.”

“I know he does,” Jaskier said, looking up and crossing to where Ciri sat. “But he can’t even call me his friend. I can’t do that anymore. I need to...I need to not do that. At least for a while.”

“I’ll miss you,” Ciri said, setting down her empty bowl and hugging Jaskier. “He’ll miss you too.”

“I’m going to miss both of you too, but I need to do this. I’ll still come to every last one of your gymnastics meets. And I’ll still be your Uncle Jas.”

Cir pulled back from her hug, jaw set but her eyes dry. “I wish you could be my papa instead.” Jaskier kissed her on the forehead. 

“Bye Ciri, I’ll see you next week when you get another medal.”

She waved at him as he left.

Jaskier didn’t look up from the bus floor the whole ride back to his shithole apartment. The ugly green carpet on the floor of his room still looked the same. He shrugged and began to work on grading papers. There was no more he could do. 

-- -- -- -- -- --

Jaskier was surprised to find that the day had passed easily. He’d only had to turn his thoughts away from Geralt every time he started to think of him. 

Then there was a knock on the door and Jaskier suddenly couldn’t stop thinking of Geralt. There he was, drenched, from the sudden rainstorm and dripping in his apartment’s doorway. 

Geralt shoved a fist out, holding some supermarket flowers, the daisies they dyed in obnoxious colors. Usually Jaskier found them ugly but these, battered and very, very neon, were the most beautiful things he’d ever seen.

“What?--”

“We aren’t friends I want to kiss you,” Geralt said in one breath.

“What?!”

“I don’t want to kiss friends. I want to kiss you a lot. All the time.”

“You never even look at me,” Jaskier said.

“I do, just not when you’re looking.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want you to catch me staring at your lips I want to kiss you, Jaskier.” He stared into Jaskier’s eyes, unwavering. “I see you.”

“Who told you?”

“Triss. I came home and the kitchen was clean and Ciri was sort of mad at me and you were gone so I called her and panicked,” Geralt paused for breath. “And she told me. I see you. I promise I do. maybe not all the time but I’m not good at noticing people all the time I’m...Renfri could do that. I can’t. You can notice people all the time but I just don’t. I’m sorry. I do notice you though, I see you, I promise.”

“You see me,” Jaskier said. He watched Geralt’s eyes as they looked downwards. At his lips.

“I don’t want to kiss friends, Jaskier,” Geralt whispered. “Please, please may I kiss you.”

Jaskier nodded.

Geralt tasted like the peppermint Chapstick that he bought around Christmas and hoarded all through the year. A kiss had never been so good. 

Geralt pulled back and handed Jaskier the flowers. “You don’t like this kind but I like them because they remind me of you.”

“They do?”

“They’re bright and if you were a flower Ciri said you’d be a daisy.”

Jaskier smiled. “You got her advice, on what flowers to get me.”

Geralt nodded. “She knows these things. There’s cookies, back home. I bought some from the bake sale. Someone made white chocolate macadamia nut and I know they’re your favorite.”

“Fine, Geralt. I’ll go back home with you.”

“You’ll stay?”

“I’m not moving all my stuff in tonight, but yes, eventually I’ll stay.”

“Good.”

“Ciri’s going to have to stop calling me uncle now. It’ll give people the wrong idea.”

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It got away from me. Whoops. Happy ending for all, though.

#ciri #Geralt is a good dad #modern au #geraskier #pining #not unrequited #the witcher #geralt of rivia #jaskier

[thenextchapter22]

Mail Order... Kitten Girl

Part 8: Aw Rats

Description: Satan accidentally orders a special type of ‘cat’ online after having a few too many drinks…

Tags: Pet Play, Cat Hybrids, Fluff, Comfort, Explicit Sexual Content, Tail Fucking

Pairing(s): Reader/Everyone (but Luke)

Link to my AO3: Click Here

In this chapter: Kitten and Barbatos spend time together!

Part One  Part Two  Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven

Authors Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BARBATOS!! This one is for you :))

+++++ MINORS DNI +++++

It was an early morning on a weekday. You woke up slowly, snuggling into the demon body beside you in bed. Sleeping in Belphie’s room was always your top favorite spots to get a great nights sleep. Surrounded in his bed with all his blankets and pillows he stacked up plus his warm arms around you, that was the best.

You were shaken out of the slumber by Beel shaking his twin’s arm, saying, “Belphie, Kitten, get up and eat.”

Belphie groaned, squeezing your body to him, nuzzling the back of your neck with his heated breath caressing you. “Mmmm... ‘s early, Beel. Later...”  

The temptation to stay was strong, but your stomach gurgled and you decided to get up.  

Wiggling in Belphie’s strong hold until you faced him instead of the wall, he opened one eye just enough to stare at you questionably. “Cuddle me later?” you said through a yawn.  

Your youngest demon Master sighed, but gave you one final squeeze around your waist, lingering just above your bottom with his fingers, and kissed you gently. “Fine... Go on,” he said, and opened his arms to free you.  

Beel helped you climb over him. As soon as you were out of the bed, Belphie went right back to sleep.  

With a smiling sigh, Beel shook his head. “C’mon, Kitten. I’ve made one of your favorites for breakfast so let’s get you dressed.”  

You picked at the thin silk short set you had worn to bed. Sleeping with any of them, you liked to wear little to almost nothing. Firstly, because a lot of them ran hot, and secondly so that you could feel their bodies closer to you. That extra touch made your body feel good.

You sat on Beel’s bed, waiting for him to pick out an outfit for you. Almost all of your Master’s liked to dress you. And because you usually stayed in one of their rooms, sometimes a different demon each night so it was fair—they liked to fight a lot about that—they had clothes ready for the next day.

The redheaded demon chose a soft pair of leggings and a short-sleeved scoop neck shirt, also soft,  probably fleece . You smiled at the plain underwear he helped you slip on.  Asmo , Lucifer, and Satan all liked to give you lace undies and bras, but the others preferred comfort for you. Either way you  didn’t  mind, they were your owners after all and you liked them dressing you up. The fun of it was seeing the  different styles.  

After you were clothed, Beel took your hand and smiled. “Let’s go eat.”

You smiled right back and nodded, “Mmhm! ‘m hungry, Master.”

“Me too. I haven't eaten in minutes.”

Giggling, the both of you left Belphie to the room and went to eat.

Breakfast for you was perfect. Waffles soaked in syrup, piled high with berries and whipped cream. Sausages and eggs, too.  The table was full, aside from Belphie. Your Masters all ate their weird demon foods. The day was looking to be a great one!

Once your belly was full, that was when your morning turned from sweet to just plain sour.

The worst news was given to you, and in anger you lashed out.

Which was why now, you sat dejectedly on the couch, arms crossed and tail swishing across your lap, the tip fuzzed out. You poked at your collar that was almost forced on you, a black leather collar that wasn’t uncomfortable but not your favorite, thick and ugly. A long leash was attached to it, and on the other end was Lucifer holding it. Usually you liked the leash, but not when it was a punishment.

Everyone was in the common room now, even Belphie who had gotten up after hearing the news. They either stood around you or sat on the furniture, but they all were looking at you with small smiles or smirks.

You were  not  amused. If you were an actual cat, your fur would be stuck up like the tip of your tail was.

The bad news that caused this problem... your Masters were leaving for the whole day to a RAD Student Council member only meeting that Lord Diavolo was holding.  

You hated being alone. But because Barbatos was staying behind to make a feast for when they came back, he had volunteered to watch you.  

When Lucifer went on and explained he was going to take you to Lord Diavolo’s castle for the hand  off of  yourself to the demon butler, you obviously did not want to go or for them to go and as such you had clawed at him, and thus the leash.  

You didn’t draw blood, Lucifer was too fast for that, but the reaction was enough to be punished.

Huffing in your seat, you refused to not look angry. They were leaving you... again!

Lucifer sighed, and patted the top of your head a few times. “Bad kitty’s get punished, my dear,” he said matter of fact.

Your nose twitched. “I know...”

“You promise to behave for Barbatos?” Satan asked.

You nodded. “Yes, Master...”

“Don’t look so upset, it will only be for a few hours...”

“Why can’t I just be at home alone?” you asked, glancing at them all with wide eyes.

Asmo cooed. “Last time Simeon took too long, kitty cat, and you were upset with us. We’re just looking after you.”

You pouted.

Beel smiled. “Barbatos is excited to see you. And he said he wants you to taste test some of his bakes today. I’m jealous.” He drooled.

Your ears perked up. “R-really?” You licked your lips. Barbatos was the best baker you knew. His cakes and pies and basically everything he made was yummy.

“Kitten looks happy now!” Mammon said with a grin.

Satan agreed, “She looks like the cat who got the cream.”

Asmo giggled. “She probably will, too, and I mean to say Barbatos’~”

The others groaned or chuckled. You didn’t know what that meant, but you did love cream.

“We’re having a big feast later at Lord Diavolo’s castle, so be sure not to eat too much,” Lucifer said, and then announced it was time to go.

You stood as Lucifer started for the front door, the leash taught. Your Masters all said their respective goodbyes and ‘I love you’s’ and it made you very happy inside. You would miss them so much.  

Maybe it was better to not be alone, so you wouldn’t be so sad and think about them until they came home.

Turning on your heel before the front door, you smiled. “I love you, too, my Masters.” And you meant that, truly.

They all cooed, or grinned, and you waved goodbye.  

It was only for the day, right?

_+_

The walk to Lord Diavolo’s wasn't too long. Barbatos let you inside the main entrance where you waited to be handed off like a true pet.

“Welcome, Lucifer, Kitten. We are going to have a good time together today, hm?” the demon butler smiled at you kindly.

You peeked at him from behind Lucifer and nodded once. Still, something inside of you was a little peeved.

“I trust you will be good?” Lucifer asked you, a stern look in his red eyes.

“Yes, Master, I'll be good,” you said.

Lucifer handed the leash to Barbatos, who took it without a single question. You wondered if Lucifer told him what happened and why you had the leash at all.

“She will be well looked after, Lucifer.”

Lucifer nodded. He gave you a single kiss on your forehead. “Behave, Kitten,” he said, and then he was gone out the door. You watched as he transformed into his demon form and flew off, majestic and sexy. You did love his wings; they were so soft.

“Kitten? Let’s go.” Barbatos smiled at you again, and gestured with his hand for you to go ahead and step further in the Castle.

You frowned, but did, and you found yourself in the kitchen after a little bit of walking.  

The room was a far cry from the House of Lamentation’s kitchen. First it was much larger, higher ceilings, and had several ovens and even more cooking equipment. There were tons of cabinets and a large black table off to the side. The floors were nicer on your shoes, less chance of tripping on wood floors than badly lain cement blocks.

While you glanced around, you felt a tug on your leash and a click, and Barbatos was hanging your leash on a hook on the wall before you knew what happened.

“Wha-?”

“It will be easier for the both of us. I won’t say anything if you won’t?”

You giggled. The collar was still on, but that was fine by you. “Okay!”

“Perfect. Over this way please.” He led you to a counter, and there was a ton of ingredients out. They smelled sweet, salty, bitter. Some of them looked good, others odd colored or shaped, but still had a good aroma. “Today you can help me prepare the meal for their return.”

Your ears fell. “I can’t cook...”

"That's not a problem. You have two hands, and so you can mix. And taste test for me as well.”

Now  that  you could do with great pleasure. “Yes, I want to help!”

He chuckled. “I assumed so. We are only preparing desserts now; I will finish the rest of the meal later so it's fresh. Let’s begin, shall we?”

Baking with Barbatos was fun. You got to eat so many tasty things. He let you lick the spoon with the frosting, and gave you little chocolate chips. Mixing dry ingredients for him was harder than it looked and you got some flour on yourself, but that was why you had the apron on.  

Although, it was strange that he already had the perfect one for you. It certainly was not for one of the demon brothers or Diavolo (right?).

After cooking for a long time, eating and mixing and opening and closing the ovens, setting all the pretty treats under domes on counters or in the fridge, you were totally exhausted. All the hard work and eating had really wore you out.  

You yawned a few times, and rubbed at your eyes.

“Is it time for a cat nap?” he teased.

“Barb, I’m tired.” You yawned again.

He softly laughed. “All right. Come with me, Kitten.” He put the palm of his hand on your lower back to lead you out of the kitchen. You were taken around a few doors and small hallways to a wide window with a bed seat cushion, and it faced a garden full of flowers and wildlife.

“So pretty...” you were in awe.

“I thought you might like the view. Rest for a while and I will wake you up once you’ve gotten the proper sleep.”

You curled up on the warm bedding and purred. The sun was shining in the spot, and you could fit yourself perfectly in a ball. “Thank you~”

Barbatos smiled down at you, and pet your head, his hand lingering on your neck to squeeze once. It gave you the shivers. “You’re very welcome, Kitten. Sweet dreams.”

You fell asleep watching the birds flutter around and chirp.  

When you woke up it was still sunny, but not directly on you. And you watched the garden for a while, and then you saw it.

A rat, scurrying across the field.

You made a sound and bared your teeth at it.

The window had a latch, and you undid it and crawled out to step into the garden. You were quiet, stealthy, your prey was right there. You caught it in your claws and squeezed until it was dead.

This was the perfect present to say thank you!

Barbatos had not come for you yet, so you set the dead rat on the floor of the room, waiting for Barbatos to come fetch you.  

And when he came inside, he froze up, and stared at your gift. “Kitten.”

“Barb~ I got you a gift, it’s right there.” Your tail flickered in happiness, and you grinned a fanged smile at him, proud and excited.

He tensed as he walked around it, but did not pick it up. “Did you touch that thing?” he asked instead.

“Yes, with my claws. I killed it for you!”

“I see...” He held out his arms, and frowned. “Let’s go wash your hands,” he said.

You pouted. “Are you not going to take my present?”

Barbatos’ brows furrowed. “Kitten, I appreciate the gift, however...”

Now you understood, and your eyes watered. “Y-you hate it, don’t you?”

“Not at all, kitty, not at all. I just want to take care of you first.” He grabbed you under your arms and you were taken back to the kitchen, legs wrapped around his waist. You felt like a toddler but the warmth of his body was nice. “You need to clean up before you touch anything else.”

He directed you to stand before the sink and place your hands inside. The water was hot on your hands and you cried out. He apologized, and quickly turned it down, and then poured soap on your hands, helping wash them, getting between your fingers and under your claws.

“Rats carry diseases, and Devildom rats even more. I want you to be more careful.”

You nodded. “Okay, I’m sorry.”

Barbatos gave you a soft smile. “It’s fine. There now, let’s dry them and then we can get back to baking together.”

You dried your hands and frowned down at the tiles. “I just wanted to thank you...”

He cupped your cheek and had you look at him. “I know, but you don’t need to thank me with that,” he said, not unkindly.

Oh, so that’s what he was getting at. Well, your Master’s did not say you couldn’t please Barbatos, and he did take care of you. This was the only other way you knew how to say you were grateful for him feeding you delicious snacks and letting you sleep in the cozy sun spot.

“I can thank you like this,” you said, and knelt down on the floor right in front of him, your face at his crotch.

There was one quick inhaled from the demon butler. His gloved finger lifted your head up for him to stare down at you with his pretty green eyes. There was a slight hue on his cheeks. “You don’t have to thank me at all.”

You licked your lips. “I want to. Please? Can I see your cock and suck it?”

He began thumbing your bottom lip. “If that’s what you want, I wouldn’t say no.” Then he made a concerned face. “Do you want something for your knees?”

You nodded, glad Barbatos was such a kind demon. “Please...” and he somehow had a throw pillow in his hands, and you lifted one knee at a time to get situated. “Thank you.”

“It’s no trouble.”

Quickly you helped him out of his pants, slipping them to the floor. As you did his hand caressed the top of your head, and you felt his dark gaze on you, watching every move you made. As his pants dropped to the floor, he stepped out of them, kicking them away. The mess was so unlike the butler from what you had seen.

Now he was just in his underwear, a silk dark green pair that outlined his cock and balls. You nuzzled his clothed dick. “Smells good, Barby.”  

“Mmm, you like the smell of cock, Kitten?”

You nodded. “Yesss-”  

His hand went to your hair at the back of your head to lightly tug. The pain mixed with his scent urged you on, and you had his boxers pulled down, and he was quicker in stepping out of those. His cock out inches from your mouth, half hard. Before you sucked it, you grabbed it to stroke it to life. You licked the tip once, he gasped. Then you swallowed him down and peeked up at him with a certain look, unmoving. Waiting for him to do something.

He got the idea and smiled. “Do you want me to use your mouth?”  

You hummed, hopeful he understood it meant yes. And he understood because he began using your mouth. Filling it with his slicked head, hitting your tongue and roof of your mouth. Your lips were swelling up, and you suckled and slurped at his cock.

Clawed hands went to his waist, holding him steady as his fingers clutched your hair to do the same. The pain and scent surrounding you had your pussy wetting up, soaking your undies. But this was for him, about Barbatos’ pleasure. And a Kitten could please their Master, or their Master’s friends, and you would do a good job of it, too.

Breathing through your nose, you kept a firm hold on his hips, and your tail helped by wrapping around his thigh once to squeeze. His legs were bare, strong looking. You looked up at him, and met his dark eyes, flecks of black creeping in to those slate green iris’. It was sexy and you moaned.

“Ahh, Kitten,” he moaned. His hand not at your hair went to touch your tail, wrapped around a part of it and stroked like you had done to his dick. “Such a soft tail."

You moaned louder, vibrating around his cock, tonguing the underside with your flattened muscle, flexing. He tasted tangy and filled your mouth perfectly, and a little precum trickled onto your taste buds.

The demon butler tensed and grunted out a warning before he came in your mouth, and only then did you let him go. You held his spent cum in your mouth on your tongue, and showed it to him before swallowing. It was bitter, but you had worse.

“Such a naughty thing,” he commented, and pet your hair from your cheeks.  

He smiled, and in his eyes was something new you hadn’t seen. He put his clothes back to right, and before you could react, he had you in his arms and then deposited you on the long kitchen table. The throw pillow was shoved under your body to lift you up at your lower half, and it helped keep your tail from being squished. But you were confused.

“Barb-”

“Hush now.” He stood at your feet, a demonic grin truly. “I shall return the favor,” he whispered. Barbatos’ appearance shifted, and he was in his demon form, his twin-tipped tails flickering behind him, his bat-like horns gleaming in the kitchen light.

His hands torn down your pants to your ankles, and you let him, him taking off your shoes next to leave you in socks and your top. Then you were spread open, panties glistening, socked feet flat on the table. He had you bend your legs so he could grasp your knees to keep you like that, but your pants hugged at your ankles like restraints.

Those eyes of his were basically neon green they were glowing, and he stared at your clothed core, and you tightened in response. Could he see the flex of your pussy?  

“You got wet from sucking me, hm... How delightful.” His finger went to your waist, tugging under the band, and it snapped apart. He tore your underwear from you and exposed your vagina to the air, the coolness hitting your burning heat, wetness growing.

“Ahh, B-barb-"

His tails were hovering your vagina, twitching, and you leaned your head down to watch. You couldn’t see much past your belly as he lifted you up, but you knew what his intentions were.

You begged for it, “please, inside...”

He did not hesitate. His tail slowly went inside your pussy, thick, slimy, softly scaled. It was bigger than you figured, and you tightened down and wiggled your hips.

He tore his glove off with his teeth, and his bare finger circled your clit, the sparks of pleasure helping the stretch. “It’s okay, you can take it. Be a good kitty.”

You clenched down on him again and he winced for a second, but then his tail slithered deeper and flicked at the tip to hit that spot inside and you saw stars, clutching the table at each end with clawed hands.

“You’re damaging the wood,” he said with a bit of humor, but did nothing to stop you. His finger circled your clit faster and harder, and you were close but still felt like it wasn’t enough.

That was when his second tail spread your cheeks apart to press to your anus, slimy from the wetness leaking from your pussy. You were not ready for that, not now.

You cried, “nnngg, not there, please.” Your own tail swooshed in the air, a nervous twitch, and a warning that you did not like that.

Barbatos kissed your inner thigh, holding your knee wider with one hand as his tail fucked you, sloppy sounds echoing in the room along with your heavy panting. “I know, beautiful thing, I won’t.” He left the tail tip there, slipping over your hole to join the other at your pussy, pressing against its twin. “You can take two, can you not?”

You tensed and sobbed. “P-please,” you desperately wanted to be torn open.

He grinned, sharp teeth, and shoved his second tail in along with the other. You arched your back and tossed your head to the side and sobbed, burning and intense pleasure/pain encompassing you. “Ahhhgg~”

The pace he set was fast and rough, the double tails slipping in and out and scrapping at the best parts of you, no time to adjust. “You’re so sweet, yet so naughty. I want to feel your pussy on my cock someday.”

“Uhh, yes, yes, want that-”

“Hm, I know you do.”

He was so himself like this. Barbatos was commanding and sure in his movements, and it was perfection. His head went between your legs and his mouth found your clit and licked and kissed wet and sloppily. You wished you could watch as he did, but your position only let you see his head bobbing, and his tail motioning in and out between your thighs.

He kept his mouth on your clit, swishing his tongue back and forth. “Purr for me, kitty,” he pulled back to say, and then with insane speed he fucked you with his serpent tails and licked you, like a vibrator toy for your clit.

The heat was reaching your belly in a boiling point now. Your body was hot, tense, and your toes curled, and then with an arched back, your belly tightened up and you were finished. “Cumming, Barb, cummiinnnnggg~” you exclaimed, spurting all over.  

It lasted a few moments, but felt like longer. You kept your eyes shut and felt the excess amount of your own juices dripping out. The sparks went with the beat of your heart as you calmed down, almost like an exposed wire feeling every single thing. Your shirt was sweaty. Your throat sore, from both screaming your pleasure and holding some back. There was a little bit of tears drying on your cheeks.

When you did open your eyes, Barbatos was hovering over your head, smiling that gentle smile, this time it reached his kind eyes. “So pretty for me,” Barbatos murmured, kissing your cheek. “I need to clean you up now.”

You hummed, shutting your eyes as fireworks popped up in your vision. “Mmm, clean up,” you copied.

He chuckled, and lifted you up in his arms, and you whined but allowed it. “Come on kitty, you can have another nap after.”

You sighed. “Love naps.”

“I gathered that. You may be a second Belphegor and we just don’t know it.”

You giggled. “Mmmm.” What a silly thing to say.

_+_

“She looks exhausted,” Lucifer commented. He had a slight smirk in his eyes and on his lips, but not enough for the average person to see.

Barbatos shared a similar look. “Oh yes, we had an eventful evening, didn’t we?” You flushed red, ignoring the question, and he went on, holding out a few containers. “Here. To take home with you. The feast will begin in a few hours, but I know Beel will like to have some extras.” Barbatos handed you the boxes. “Thank you for all your help today, Kitten. Anytime you want to stop by, feel free.” The green of his eyes shone, mischievous.

You held in the whine, because you  did  want to visit again. But the teasing was too much and you were exhausted mentally and physically. You didn’t even want to be standing right then.

You looked at Lucifer and asked, “Master, can we go home now?”

“Yes, we can.” He took the leash from Barbatos and you both left Lord Diavolo’s castle for the House of Lamentation.

And if Lucifer noticed the limp in your walk, he said nothing on it.  

Thankfully you were not in trouble. Your Masters, it seemed, did not care if you shared yourself. But you had to wonder the limitations of that... you’d ask another time.

So, you went home to rest before the feast, but in the end you did not go. You actually stayed behind with Levi who had plans to be online that night (Diavolo played video games, you heard, so he excused the Envy demon).

Snuggled up with him on the beanbag you lazily watched him play, occasionally getting soft pets between battles. It was boring to just watch, but you had enough excitement. This was a perfect way to end a sweet day.

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[asteriasdaydream]

Sweet

Request:  Request: Levi and his S/O cooking and baking for a holiday party being hosted at their house much to Levi’s displeasure. Things take a sweet turn.

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Warnings: Pure fluff?

“What do you want?”

You scrunched your face at Levi’s bored tone. Your arms wrapped around him from behind with your chin resting on his shoulder, repeatedly placing soft kisses on his temple.

“Why do you think I want something? Can’t I just hug my amazing boyfriend?”

“Spit it out, brat.”

You pouted. He knew you through and though. You rarely bothered him this way while he was reading.

“About the party later today…” you trailed.

At this, Levi closed his book and turned his head to face him. You finally had his attention.

“What about it?” a soft crease appearing between his eyebrows at the mention of the end of year party that you decided to host for your colleagues at your house. It took a lot of convincing to get Levi to agree to this party in the first case. His dislike of large groups of visitors was making its way onto his face again.

You pouted, trying to muster your most powerful attack of puppy eyes at him. Unfortunately for you, puppy eyes hardly ever worked on your grumpy boyfriend, but it amused him, nonetheless.

“So, I’ve kind of under-prepared a bit… and I need some help with the food.” You bit your bottom lip, waiting for his reaction.

A slender brow rose, steel eyes glaring into your own.

“I just need you to help me bake a few things, or you can take over the food, either one. Please, I’ll never be done in time, Levi,” you pleaded, grabbing his hand as Levi stood up from the couch.

“No, no way. I already saw those brats enough this year at work. I must entertain them in my own house and now you want me to cook for them?”

You tried to stifle your laugh, covering your mouth with your free hand. You found it adorable how Levi pretended to hate his younger co-workers, but deep down you knew that Levi cared for them.

“Yes. Please. I wouldn’t have asked if I really didn’t need your help, babe. I promise I’ll make it up to you afterwards.”

“Make it up to me?” Levi inquired.

“Yes. I’ll do anything you want.”

“Anything?” at this point you were certain if his eyebrow rose any further, it would disappear past his hairline. “I’m sure I could make use of such an offer,” a hint of a smirk finding its way on his face.

You laughed nervously. “Get your mind out of the gutter,” you huffed, taking your intertwined hands and pulling him to the direction of the kitchen. “Now come.”

“Oh, I will.” Levi muttered in your ear. Your face flushed furiously. However, you kept your gaze straight in front of you as you reached the kitchen, clearing your throat. You couldn’t let him get to you now.

“Do you want to handle the food and I start up the desserts?”

“Sure,” Levi nodded, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up and washing his hands before getting started.

You couldn’t help but glance at him out of the corner of your eye.

At work, Levi commanded a strong presence. A respected figure of authority within the company. He was a great leader to his colleagues, but at the same time, he was very serious and didn’t take shit from anybody.

But at home, you were the only one to see Levi’s softer, domestic side. And one of your favourite things to do was watch him cook.

It was such an ordinary thing, cooking. But Levi had his way of making it look so much better than it should. His slender fingers holding the knife in one hand, while the other laid out the vegetables ready to be cut.

You concentrated hard on the cake you were making. It didn’t require that much focus at all, if you were honest. But with Levi next to you, it was so much harder to focus on the task at hand.

When your cake batter was done, you peeked over at Levi again, his head over the pan in front of him, stirring the sauce he was busy with. His plump bottom lip jutting out to blow his bangs out of his face.

He was so cute, you thought. You knew Levi would rather die than be called cute, so you kept your sentiments to yourself with a soft smile appearing on your face.

You being you, couldn’t help but dip your finger in the cake batter. A guilty pleasure of yours. Somehow things always tasted better while preparing it, and this did not exclude cake batter. Bringing your finger up to your lips, you tasted it.

Sweet you thought. It was good. Very good. You couldn’t keep this flavour to yourself.

“Levi?” you called him softly. A soft hum coming from him in response.

“Want a taste?”

Levi didn’t generally enjoy cakes but couldn’t resist the glimmer in your eye. And it was it was you who made it after all, like hell he’d say no to that.

Before he could even answer, you lifted a spoon with a little batter on it and slipped it past his lips.

Levi let the taste dance on his tongue. He hummed again.

“Sweet.” He mused aloud, “but…”

You were caught by surprise when Levi leaned forward and softly licked your bottom lip, sucking it softly. There was a little batter left over on your lip.

“It’s sweeter here.” His voice deep, eyes boring into your own and your breath hitched. Heart racing.

The effect this man had on you was insane, and he knew it. Smug bastard.

You couldn’t even think of a smart reply, watching him smirk and get back to his sauce.

Facing your batter again, even though it was long done, you began stirring it furiously until you felt a spoon of sauce make its way into your mouth.

You jumped in surprise. Looking over to your smirking boyfriend. The sauce was good. Too good. It slightly annoyed you how this man was literally perfect at everything he did. Even when teasing you.

“What are you doing?” you asked, licking your lips, not wanting to miss a drop of the flavour.

“I thought we were shoving things into each other’s mouths.”

His blunt response, yet obvious innuendo had your face growing hot yet again.

“Levi!” you shouted while Levi chuckled softly.

This man would be the death of you.

#Levi Ackerman #Levi Ackerman x reader #Levi x reader #attack on Titan #Shingeki no Kyojin #AOT #snk #AOT x reader #snk x reader #AOT fanfiction #snk fanfiction #Levi imagines #Levi scenarios

[tinyjeanmarco]

Your display name literally defines my week mood, Porco is the best boy🥺 i was wondering if you could write some hc about him?? I didn’t have any specific in mind, maybe something cute but ofc it’s up to you and you can even not write anything, that’s alright too!! Im just happy seeing more people warming up to him☺️ i hope you have a great February and that you stay safe and happy💖

eee! porco really is best boy, i love him to pieces. and of course i’ll write some hc’s about him (*°ヮ° *) these will be super soft, i promise. and thank you! my february has been going well so far, so i wish the same upon you! this is also my first request i’m doing, so i’m really excited. i hope you enjoy!  ♡

summary: some hc’s about domestic life with porco. canon divergence because in this he’s not a warrior, that way reader doesn’t have to worry about having a time limit w/ him or worry about anything happening to him (∩_∩). (i think this ended up like some sort of canon-ish au with some modern setting mixed in, whoops!)

porco x gn!reader

warnings: none

you’ve known porco since you two were kids. you essentially grew up together and you had always had a tiny crush on him growing up.

it wasn’t until you guys were teens that he confessed to liking you as well. this totally took you by surprise, but in a good way!

a few days after he confessed to you, he told you that he did so because he knew reiner also liked you, and he was afraid that reiner would admit his feelings for you and that you’d date him instead.

he didn’t want to become the pathetic childhood friend who was too afraid to say something and then be doomed to watch you be in love with someone else for the rest of his life.

when he told you this, you found it quite funny (and also felt bad for reiner since porco just outted him and now he would never get a chance cuz you’re dating porco), since you had always liked porco, not reiner, so he wouldn’t have had to worry, anyways.

you two had been together for years, not really having many issues. that isn’t to say you would never fight or disagree, but you two always made an effort to resolve any tensions that arose.

porco seems to me the type who holds grudges and doesn’t really care to talk things out, but he knows that if he does that with you, he will most likely end up losing you.

whenever you get into a disagreement/fight with him, he needs space and time alone before he can come back and confront the situation. if you try to make him talk right away, he will lose his cool and say something he doesn’t mean.

you sort of learned this the hard way with him when you started dating. he’s long since made up for those times, but in the back of his head, he still feels bad about them (although he would never tell you this).

after dating for like six years, porco finally decided to wife you up and make you his officially.

he would definitely want it to be really special for you because he absolutely adores you and wants to make it something that you’ll remember forever.

he would have a whole plan put together. he has the ring, he just needs to take you out, have a nice night, eating really well, and then as you two gaze up at the stars on the roof of the building you live in, he would whip out the ring and propose. bam! foolproof.

probably not as foolproof as he hoped because he actually ended up accidentally proposing to you while you guys were just cuddling one night.

you would be all cuddled up to him, both of you almost asleep, and he mumbles out, not thinking, “marry me.”

and you’re instantly awake at that, turning your head to glance at him, and just say yes.

boy do his eyes shoot wide open. he’s stumbling over words, trying to correct himself before you just kiss him to get him to shut the hell up.

he tells you that he had a whole plan to make it special for you and spend the whole day together before popping the question.

you respond, saying that he can still do that, you’ll just pretend you never heard anything, but any way that it happened was special enough to you because you love him with your whole heart and you just want to be with him.

he bonks you on your nose and just calls you cheesy, but his heart is beating fast with the pure love he holds for you.

you both end up going through with his plans and having a wonderful day, him proposing again at the end of it all.

okay, so, porco loves kissing you. his favorite activity. you want a smooch? you don’t even have to ask, he’s one step ahead of you.

he is a clingy baby that wants to always have you near him. he will constantly have his hand on you, whether it’s in your hand, on your thigh, around your waist.

he loves kissing the top of your head. if you are shorter than him, it’s a win and easy peasy. if you’re taller than him, he will make you bend down so he can still kiss the top of your head.

he also will love kisses on the top of his head if you’re taller than him, or if you two are cuddling and he has his head laid on your chest.

he also loves it when he’s just showered, and his hair isn’t slicked back, if you play with his hair, running your fingers through the soft blond locks. it really relaxes him and helps him fall asleep.

this clingy boy also loves to cuddle with you.

he will look for any opportunity to wiggle into your arms and tangle his limbs in yours.

he loves to be both the big spoon and little spoon, all depending on his mood. sometimes he just enjoys the comfort of being held close to you, and other times he wants to hold you in his arms to remind him that you’re really there with him.

he will have an iron grip on you, refusing to let you go ever.

“porco, please, i have to pee.”

“noooo. stay here, pee later.”

“porco, i will pee on you.”

i also totally hc porco to love cooking or baking. he definitely loves to eat and it’s more fun when he gets to eat it with you. better yet, cooking with you.

when you’re making cookies or something, you’ll have to yell at him to stop eating the raw batter. it’s not good for you. (if you’re vegan, you wont really have that exact issue, but him still eating it means there will be less output, so stop eating it, porco!)

he first started cooking when you guys moved in together which means he was pretty bad at it. you kind of had to help him and were brutally honest if he burnt something or did something wrong.

i don’t think he would really be a disaster in the kitchen because he would always follow the recipes down to a T.

i mentioned above you two moving in together. let me tell you, that was one chaotic day. so many boxes, so few hands. you legit spent all day moving things in.

porco would constantly be like “ow, ow, babe, i hurt myself!” to make you fret over him and then when you ask him what’s wrong he’ll say something along the lines of “i hurt my hand carrying this box. can you kiss it better?” or he would straight up be like “my heart hurts because you’re not kissing me right now.”

cue rolling your eyes and giving this dumb baby a kiss nearly every fifteen minutes.

you end move in day with all the boxes piled up around your apartment, and you two fall asleep on just a plain mattress with a few pillows, too tired to unpack anything else. maybe a blanket too so that way you guys don’t get too cold.

i’m hopping around a lot for these hc’s, but the wedding you two have is a nice small one with just your closest friends and family.

he doesn’t even care (that much) when you invite reiner, he’s just excited to marry you and be yours.

seeing you all dressed up for the wedding makes his heart leap into his throat, and he just starts crying. he never thought this day would come and that he would be lucky enough to spend his forever with you.

after you two say your vows and the officiator says you may kiss, he leaps to you and gives you the slowest, most gentle kiss ever. he pours his soul out into the kiss, making sure you know this is the happiest day of his life.

the whole part at the after party where you feed each other cake? he’s the one to smash it all over your face. yep. he’s that kind of husband.

calling him your husband is also your new favorite thing. it just makes it feel so real.  

“hey, can you get me a glass of water, husband?” and he melts because he loves hearing that come out of your mouth. it reminds him that you actually married him. (he still can’t believe that.)

porco will try his hardest to be the best husband ever and always make you happy. he just loves you to the moon and back and is never afraid to show it.

#porco x reader #aot x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #aot #porco #porco galliard x reader #snk x reader #snk #requests

[snuggetfish]

Majidad and spouse headcanons?? 🥺🥺 (nsfw too if youd like e h e)

Hell yeah 👀 I tried to keep them mostly gender-neutral, but some headcanons will fit more to a female partner. Everything under the smiling Maji cut!

Let’s start with the cozy, wholesome ones! 😊

You know how cute Majima’s genuine smile is? The one he doesn’t show quite as often once the Mad Dog takes hold?

Well, I think a sure-fire way to bring it out would be watching his partner and child doing just about anything together: 

...Cuddling on the couch when it’s well past the little one’s bedtime and they’re already sound asleep, but neither he nor his spouse have the heart to move them to bed. 

...Baking a cake, with the kid just barely tall enough to peek over the counter and stick a tiny finger into the chocolate ganache.

...Getting ready for school, tying shoelaces and buttoning up their coat so the cold doesn’t creep in. 

Honestly Majima can’t believe how lucky he is to have been blessed with such a family. He could stare at them for ages and never get tired... which is exactly what a picture is for. One he could keep in his wallet, in his desk drawer at the office and on his phone. Cliche for a parent? Yeah, but who’s gonna stop him? He anyway doesn’t talk about his family while at work. Who knows what ears might be listening...

He wouldn’t stop at one picture though. Since the games have thoroughly established how sentimental he is, I think he’d take lots, to capture everything from important occasions such as birthdays to more casual moments like going to the park or the zoo. And, as much as he’d like to be there all the time to experience each milestone, he knows that’s not gonna be the case... so instead his partner would promise to photograph and record everything he might miss: first words, first steps, first drawing, first day of school... 

Ohhh about those first words, I think Majima might get a bit competitive. Is it gonna be “mama” or “papa”? He loves his spouse of course and he’d be happy either way, but... in his heart of hearts, he kinda wants it to be papa. Maybe he’ll cheat a little and try to double his odds: how about Goro? Well it would sound more like Gowo for sure, but he’ll take it!

When it was still just the two of them as a couple, I think Majima was very much the little spoon in bed. It made him feel warm and loved, all while the Hannya kept watch over his partner. But if we’re talking pregnancy, then he’s switching to the big spoon, for comfort reasons, but also because there’s really nothing better than holding both your beloved and the tiny life inside them all at once. Only once the kid grows a bit older does he revert to his usual position, though it turns out he’s most often the middle spoon now: partner on his back and little munchkin nestled in his arms. Truly the coziest spot in the world, sandwiched between his two favourite people.

As we’re on the topic of bedtime, I think both he and his partner would complement each other well as storytellers. They do the narration and Majima does the voices and sound effects. With his sing-song tone and his silly faces, he’s got the kid completely fascinated, even if it’s largely all improv. After all, he doesn’t need to look at the book, he can make up a better plot on the spot. And when he can’t... well there’s always the narrator to set things straight again. The only problem is, he’s so good that the kid refuses to go to sleep before hearing the end of the story!

Now what if Majima’s child inherited his uncontrollable energy? Well I think the two of them combined would be quite the handful for his partner. They’d zoom around the house doing pretend chases, incorporating all the costumes Majima can dig out of his closet (bonus points if he gets matching ones done for his toddler - imagine the disco outfit!) and eventually they’d have to be shooed out to expend all that energy on a more outdoorsy adventure. When Nishida delivers them home later in the evening, Maijma’s carrying one very tired kid and an equally exhausted look in his eye... but it’s made instantly better with a kiss and a soothing bath.

I’ve touched on the topic of bath time briefly before, but I really think it would be a valuable bonding moment for Majima’s family. It’s not unusual for parents and children to bathe together in Japan and this would give Majima an opportunity to flaunt another hidden talent: haircare. Imagine if his daughter was keen on growing out her hair and her go-to person for that was always daddy. He somehow knows all the tricks that make her hair looks shiny and gorgeous: combing through slowly, detangling from the bottom upwards, using only the gentlest shampoos and conditioners... His partner is of course familiar with his past and knows he’s far better at handling long hair than one might infer just by looking at him... though maybe they can’t help but feel a tiny little bit jealous of how much of a daddy’s girl their daughter’s shaping up to be.

All right I’ve gone through the SFW ones, but a couple does need their intimacy, even with a kid around, so... 👀

Given how hectic and overwhelming first few months of parenthood are, nobody’s surprised that here’s not much time for sex. Nights are sleepless... but so is Majima. He’s not going to grumble if his partner isn’t in the mood after spending half an hour trying to put the baby to bed, though if they’re willing and just a bit too tired, he’ll focus solely on their pleasure. Slow movements accompanied by kisses everywhere. They deserve to lie back and be spoiled and feel his full appreciation for all the joy they’ve brought to his life.

Once the child gets older, the energy and libido return, but now they’re also more at risk of being caught. Majima may be a clingy dad by nature, but eventually even he realizes some time away from his little one would do them good. Kiryu and Saejima can help there. On that first quiet morning with the kid staying at their uncle’s place... the Majimas aren’t leaving the bedroom until well into the afternoon. He’s really, really missed making love his spouse and that’s gonna show in his long and deep strokes, how he keeps his body pressed close to theirs until they’re both lying in the dewy sheets, spent and sated.

Speaking of sated... Imagine that one day the kid blurts seemingly out of nowhere: “I want a baby brother/sister.” Majima would glance over at his partner, curious for their reaction... maybe with a hint of the same pleading look. He knows it’s their body, their call... but if they agree, he’s overjoyed. A sibling means the child would have another outlet for their energy and someone they can hopefully lean on later in life... although, that’s long-term. Short-term, it means that whenever Majima and his partner find a moment to themselves, there’s no more holding back. He fucks like a man on a mission and fills them up over and over...

Think I’ll stop here for now! Thank you so much for the ask! 💙💙💙

#Anonymous #majima goro #majima goro x reader #goro majima x reader #anon asks #answered #look at his smile #I booted up Y0 and re-did the Doll Girl substory just to see it again #💙💙💙

[raindancer2004]

The Elite Guard Bake Off

Word Count: 3,492 Demetri x reader One shot Warnings: Fluff, occassional use of swear words

I got the idea for this after watching the ‘The Great British Bake Off’ yesterday afternoon. Hope you like it...

Summary: It’s a quiet saturday afternoon in the castle, the Elite Guards have the weekend off and Demetri’s mate is bored. What happens when she decides to bring Bake Off to the castle...?

It was Saturday morning and to say Y/N was bored was an understatement. It was so quiet in the castle; it had been that way for three days. There had been no trials or dismemberments and even the guards were surprised as there’s always something going on. On the flip side they were glad it was quiet as it meant guard duty was easy and they had more time to themselves.

Demetri was enjoying the extra time with Y/N having been given the weekend off along with Felix and the twins following them being away for ten days on a mission dealing with and silencing a threat to their world.

Y/N was in the library with the four elite guards, all doing their own thing; Y/N was listening to Demetri read aloud, Felix was trying to solve a sudoku puzzle and the twins were comparing different copies of ‘Alice in Wonderland.’ Y/N let out a small sigh “What’s wrong mi amore?” Demetri asked looking down at her “I’m just a little bored, that’s all” Y/N replied, Demetri closed his book and adjusted her in his arms so he could see her better “I can’t have that. What would you like to do?”  Y/N thought for a moment, then an idea struck her “I’m popping out with Gianna quickly…” “Why?” Demetri cut her off, an eyebrow raised “I’ll explain when I get back. I promise” She replied “Be careful please” “I will. I love you” She kissed him before getting up off the sofa to go and find Gianna “Oh, I need the four of you to stay together” She called over her shoulder.

“Our little human is quite amusing” Felix mused; the twins hummed in response “I’m curious about what’s she up to” Alec wondered out loud “I think we all are brother” Jane replied, Felix and Demetri nodded.

Y/N found Gianna in her room “Hi Gianna, are you free for a few hours?” Y/N asked “Hi Y/N, yes I am why’s that?” “Well, I’m a little bored but have come up with an idea for something to do and I need your help” Gianna looked at her for a few moments before replying “What do you have in mind?” “I’ll tell you once we are no longer in the castle. Come on we need to go shopping for stuff” Y/N replied and gently pulled Gianna out of the room.

Y/N and Gianna went to the shop and bought some ingredients and some baking equipment “Are we going to buy them mixers?” Gianna asked “Nope, they’re vamps, they can mix the stuff by hand using a spoon. I think a mixer may just complicate things” Y/N replies “Good call Y/N” “This is going to be fun” Y/N said smiling, Gianna nodded “It’ll also be funny to watch too.” They also pick up an apron and have it personalised with a slogan, minus the name as they do not know who’ll win.

Gianna and Y/N arrived back at the castle and made their way to the kitchen to set things up. A set of ingredients were placed on each of the four tables in the kitchen along with an apron and baking equipment. “What are you girls up to this afternoon?” Marcus asks as he passes them in the corridor “We are setting the Elite Guards a baking challenge” Y/N replied low “Sounds interesting. Have fun” he replied and continued on his way.

They went to Gianna’s desk and quickly typed out a recipe and instructions, deliberating omitting the cooking times. They made four copies and laid them on the tables beside the aprons. Gianna stayed in the kitchens double checking everything was in place that was needed whilst Y/N went to the library to get Demetri, Felix and the twins.

Y/N entered the library and wrapped her arms around Demetri’s neck from behind and leaned in to nibble his ear before whispering “Miss me?” He chuckled low “Always darling.” “Have fun shopping? You weren’t gone long” Alec asked “I did have fun and Gianna and I were out just long enough to get what we needed. Please follow me to the kitchen and everything will be revealed” She smiled at them and held her hand out to Demetri. He stood and took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers and walked with her to the kitchen, Felix and the twins following.

“Hello Gianna” Demetri greeted her with a smile as they entered the kitchen “Hello Demetri” She replied smiling. “Ok, so first things first please go and stand behind a table each” Y/N instructed and watched as the four guards did as she asked. They murmured amongst themselves, wondering what was going on “You’re probably wondering why you’re here” Gianna spoke first and the guards nodded, a sign for her to continue “As it’s quiet today and Y/N was a little bored she came up with a fun way to pass the time” She stopped and looked to Y/N, who nodded “What’s your idea hunny?” Jane asked “My idea is Elite Guard Bake Off” She replied smiling “We can’t bake” Felix said pointing at himself and then the other three vampires “You can all read yes?” Y/N asked and they all nodded “Good, then you can bake” She replied smiling. Felix mumbled something so low Y/N and Gianna couldn’t hear it. “Speak for yourself” Alec replied equally as low.

Y/N ignored them and continued “You all have the same ingredients and the equipment needed to complete the task.” Demetri stood there smiling at Y/N, looking smug and feeling grateful his mate was human and loved to bake, for he had watched ‘The Great British Bake Off’ with her and has seen her bake cakes a few times. “What are we making then?” Alec asked, curiosity shining in his eyes “You are all making a Cherry Lattice Pie. You also need to make a Vanilla custard to go with the pie. You should note that we have removed the baking time of the pie. You will need to figure that part out yourselves…” “Like the technical challenges set by Paul and Prue” Demetri stated still smiling, cutting Y/N off “Exactly babe” Y/N replied nodding and noticed the confused expressions on Felix and the twin’s faces. “You have two hours to complete the challenge. Oh and Felix, this is not Mario Kart so there will be no sabotaging the others” He nodded “Ok” “Ready, set, bake” Gianna instructed them, both humans watched as the four vampires picked up their recipes and began to read them.

Y/N and Gianna sat and watched the vampires weigh out the ingredients and begin the process of making the pastry base. “The technical challenges are usually judged blind, darling” Demetri stated “I know but we want to see how you get on with the tasks…” “You mean laugh at us if we fuck this up” Felix stated “Precisely” Gianna smiled back, Felix growled “I have every faith in you Felix” She added.

Y/N was impressed when she saw how well Demetri was doing, he had made his pastry and put it in the fridge to chill and greased the pie tin in the meantime. He then prepared the cherries as per the recipe and set them to one side to start making the jam that would be mixed with the cherries later. A glance over at Felix’s table and it was clear he was struggling to make the pastry “Urrgghh I can’t do this” He growled “Yes you can Felix, just read the instructions again” Y/N advised.

Jane had made her pastry but did not chill it, instead choosing to leave it sitting at room temperature. Demetri laughed at this, as he knew it was best to chill pastry before rolling. ‘Thank you Bake Off’ he thought to himself. Alec on the other hand was covered in flour and was busy mixing the ingredients together to make the pastry, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth in concentration. Y/N and Gianna found it funny to watch the guards complete the challenge with varying degrees of success.

“Demetri’s quite good at this baking stuff” Gianna whispered “I know, but then he has watched Bake Off with me and seen me bake cakes” She whispered low. Meanwhile, Demetri removed the pastry from the fridge and divided it in two. He rolled out the bigger portion of pastry quickly whilst being careful to not over work it, and placed it in the greased tin, gently pushing it into the sides. He then filled the pie, discarding the leftover juice at the bottom of the bowl of Cherries. He then rolled out the smaller portion of the pastry and cut into strips and began to weave the strips on top of the pie to create the lattice effect. He was the first one to put his pie in the oven and set a timer on his phone for one hour. He felt quite proud of himself and found it funny that Felix was struggling.

“You have one hour and fifteen minutes left” Y/N called out “Shit” Felix growled “The pastry keeps splitting” “Just patch it up, I did” Alec called out as he was filling his pie crust. Jane giggled at the mess that her brother and Felix had made. She finished her lattice pattern and put her pie in the oven, setting a timer on her phone for fifty-five minutes. “This is so much fun to watch” Gianna said smiling, Y/N nodded with a smile of her own.

Alec struggled with the lattice pattern and eventually gave up “I think it looks alright” He mumbled to himself and popped the pie into the oven “Timer forty-five minutes” He told his phone as his fingers were sticky from the cherry and jam mixture. Y/N was trying so hard not to laugh at him “To think he’s meant to be a dangerous predator” She whispered to Gianna “I know, he doesn’t look so scary now he’s covered in flour and jam” She whispered back, and they started laughing. The vampires all look up the giggling humans “See I told you, they’re taking the piss” Felix huffed “Oh leave them be, it probably is a little funny to them considering what we’re doing” Jane told him.

Felix was the last one to get his pie in the oven, the lattice pattern non-existent on his pie. “How long we got left?” Felix asks “About forty minutes” Y/N responded “That’ll do time wise for the pie. Now to make custard, whatever that is” He begins reading the instructions to make the Vanilla custard.

Aro appeared at the kitchen door “Marcus told me of your plans for the afternoon and I just had to see it for myself” He tried not to laugh at the scene in front him. “I trust you are all having fun?” “We are Aro, not sure about them” Y/N replied gesturing to the guards “I think you’re supposed to put that white stuff in the bowl Alec not wear it” Aro said teasingly and walked away laughing.

Demetri finished making his Vanilla custard and set it to one side and began cleaning the table he had used as his workstation. “How come you’re finished D?” Felix asked sounding irritated “I’m just better than you” Demetri replied smirking at his friend, Felix hissed at him “I also followed the instructions given, it’s not hard” He added smugly before turning to face the sink, Felix tossed a spoon at Demetri “Oi! Don’t be a dick” Demetri responded, rubbing the back of his neck “Are you alright babe?” Y/N asked “I’m fine darling, the spoon not so much” He replied, glaring at Felix.

Jane finished second and set her custard to one side too and began to clear up. “I think the custard has gone wrong” Alec said aloud, Jane appeared behind him and looked over his shoulder “It’ll be fine, just keep stirring it” She replied “Really?” “Yes, Alec really. Keep stirring until it becomes smooth like the recipe says” He nodded “Thank you Jane.”

“Here you go darling, Gianna” Demetri said as he handed them a cup of coffee each “Thanks babe” “Thank you Demetri” They replied. “You trying to bribe the judges?” Felix asked “No Fe, I’m not. I have some time to spare and thought I’d make them a drink seeing as I’m nearer the kettle than they are” He replied “Suck up” Felix growled and Jane rolled her eyes “How about you pick up the pace big guy. I mean you’re currently in last position again” Jane said smiling “Bite me” Felix growled “Nah, I’m alright, I don’t know where you’ve been” She retorted, Demetri and Alec laughing at their exchange.

Alec poured his custard into a jug and began to tidy up. “I hate baking. Stupid human thing” Felix grumbled “Oi, my mate’s a human and she isn’t stupid” Demetri said slapping the back of Felix’s head “Gianna isn’t stupid either” Jane added “Really? Well whose stupid idea was it to get us to bake? It certainly weren’t mine” Felix said as he looked at Y/N frowning, Demetri moved to stand between Felix and his mate “Look at her like that again and you’ll regret it Felix” Demetri growled his friend’s name “Come on Felix it’s just a bit a fun” Alec said as he licked his fingers and then scrunched his nose when he realised what he’d done. Gianna laughed “You alright Alec?” “Will be once I wash my hands.”

Felix finally finished his attempt at custard and very noisily began clearing away the mess he’d made. Demetri’s phone timer went off and he carefully removed his pie from the oven and put it on the table to cool down. He sat back down to wait for the others to finish.

“You have ten minutes left” Gianna called out. Demetri warmed the custard back up gently in the microwave and got some cutlery from the drawer for Y/N and Gianna. Jane eyed Demetri as she realised that he was her competition and although she had never cooked or baked before, something inside her told her she couldn’t lose to him. Once Demetri removed his custard from the microwave Jane popped hers inside to warm it through. “What are you doing sister?” “What’s it look like I’m doing?” Jane sounded a little snarky, Alec looked taken aback whilst Demetri bit his lip to stop himself from chuckling “If I knew, I wouldn’t have asked would I, genius” Alec retorted, Demetri laughed, he’d never heard the twins talk like this to one another and it was rather amusing to him “Now, now you two. Play nice” “Get bent” Alec huffed at him.

“Five minutes” Y/N told them. “What happens once the time runs out?” Felix asked “We get to try the pies and custard you all made…” “That’s it?” Felix asked cutting Gianna off “No, we decide on who’s pie and custard is the best and the winner gets a prize” Y/N replied. “Noone said anything about a prize” Alec pointed out “It’s a competition Einstein, what did you think would happen? Jane asked, Alec hissed at her and Demetri chuckled, realising Y/N’s sarcasm had clearly rubbed off on Jane. “She’s like the Queen of snark” Gianna mused “I know, it’s weird that’s it’s aimed at Alec right?” Y/N replied.

Jane’s timer went off and she removed the pie from the oven and set it down on her table alongside the custard. Alec’s timer went off next and he placed his pie on the table and noticed the juice from the pie had bubbled down the sides, so the pastry was purple in places.

“Time’s up” Y/N called out just as Felix’s timer went off. Felix removed his pie from the oven and placed it beside the jug of custard on his table “Thank the Gods” He sighed “Someone got out the coffin the wrong side this morning” Y/N said looking at him, Demetri was doubled over laughing as were the twins. “I don’t sleep in a coffin” He replied, “You don’t sleep at all, dumbass” Jane added.

Y/N and Gianna made their way over to Jane’s table first and tried her pie and custard “Nice lattice work on the top. The pie looks even in colour” Y/N told her as Gianna cut two slices of pie and poured some custard into the bowl. “The pie tastes nice, the pastry is just about done” Gianna told Jane and she smiled “Thank you” “I agree with Gianna, a few more minutes in the oven and the pastry would have been perfect, that said the pie tastes nice and the custard is good too” Y/N added “Thanks” Jane replied with a smile.

They tried Demetri’s next. “The pie is cooked really well, pastry’s nice colour and well done on the lattice work. It tastes really really good. You can really taste the Vanilla in the custard” Y/N said before taking a second bite of the pie “Oh my god. That’s amazing Demetri” Gianna praised, Demetri puffed his chest out with pride and flashed them a big smile “Thanks girls.” “Teacher’s pet” Felix coughed out; Demetri ignored him.

They tried Alec’s attempt next “There’s too much sauce in the pie, hence the overflow and it needed about another fifteen minutes in the oven. The custard tastes alright though” Gianna told him softly, worried about his reaction “Please don’t hate me” She added quietly. “Gianna’s right another fifteen minutes and the pie would have been completely cooked through. The cherry and jam mixture is really good. The custard tastes good” Y/N said and gave him a small smile.

Lastly they tried Felix’s pie. “Wow, your pie has a soggy bottom…” Felix huffed and Alec laughed “Felix has a soggy bottom” Jane and Demetri rolled their eyes “They’re like children” Jane muttered. “The pie isn’t completely cooked as it needed another 20 minutes in the oven. Wow, your custard is really lumpy” Y/N told him. Gianna tried the pie and custard and struggled to hide her reaction “The custard doesn’t taste very nice and it’s lumpy. Also there’s too much sauce in the pie” Gianna added and Felix growled at her. “Oi! Behave” Demetri said, standing up “They’re just being honest Felix” Jane added “Yeah, but…I already said I couldn’t bake so I don’t need them telling me I’m shit at it” Felix replied pointing at Y/N and Gianna “Lighten up Felix, my attempt isn’t much better than yours and you don’t see me throwing a tantrum” Alec added, coming to stand beside Gianna.

Y/N and Gianna both agreed it was a tie between Jane and Demetri and ate some more of their pies “Why are they eating more of theirs?” Felix asked sounding disgruntled “They’re probably trying to decide whose is better” Alec replied. “We have made a decision” Y/N told them “May the best vamp win” Alec said looking between Jane and Demetri “I will” Jane said confidently “We’ll see” Demetri added.

“Y/N why don’t you get the prize ready” “Oh yeah, hang on” She replies and pulls out a grey apron with the slogan ‘I’m the castle’s best baker” in white writing and turns around showing it to the four guards “All this effort for that. Not bloody worth it if you ask me” Felix snorted “Don’t be a sore loser Felix” Y/N said, not bothering to look at him.

“The winner is…..Demetri” Gianna says smiling “Yes” Demetri calls out “It was really close, honestly” Y/N said looking at Jane. “It’s ok sweetie. I’ll beat him next time” She replied, nodding at the tracker “I look forward to the challenge” Demetri responded. “Seriously though, congratulations Dem” Jane said holding out her hand to him “Thank you Jane and well done, your pie does look really good” He replied shaking her hand.

Y/N put the apron over Demetri’s head and pulled him down for a kiss “Well done handsome” “Thanks beautiful” He replied and kissed her again. “Would I have gotten a kiss if I’d won?” Jane asked looking at Y/N and Demetri, her tone teasing “Maybe” Gianna smiled and gave her a playful wink. If Jane could have blushed, she would have “Ha. She got you good” Alec said laughing at Jane’s reaction. “Thank you for an entertaining afternoon, we’ll have to do it again sometime” Gianna said as she picked up Jane’s pie and custard “If noone minds, I’ll be taking this and going to watch a movie in my room” Gianna said and then left the kitchen, Jane smiled. “A movie sounds good Dem, what do you think?” “Sounds like a plan” He replied and kissed her again. “Bring the pie and custard please” “Of course darling” He was smiling proudly knowing that his mate liked the pie and custard he had made and that his first baked creation won him a prize, even if it was only an apron.

#demetri volturi #felix volturi #alec volturi #jane volturi #aro volturi #caius volturi #marcus volturi #heidi volturi #demetri x reader #volturi #twlight #oneshot

[lonelyyinchicago]

giving sirius the childhood he deserves part 4

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE?”

remus choked as he entered the kitchen, smoke obscuring his view.

“sirius? sirius are you in here?”

out of the window above the sink, remus could make out the faint figure of his boyfriend waving a pan in the middle of the garden.

bursting out of the back door, remus headed towards the still burning food.

“what are you doing?”

sirius turned to face his boyfriend, revealing his ridiculous oven gloves.

“i was trying to make you something nice for our anniversary, but it didn’t really go to plan.”

“yes i can see that.”

sirius sat down on the grass defeatedly.

“i just wanted to do something special and you’re always the one that cooks and i-i don’t want to keep going to restaurants.”

remus wrapped a slender arm around sirius’ shoulders.

“well i can teach you if you like.”

sirius sniffed and shook his head.

“it’s okay, i already made a back-up reservation made at the italian anyway.”

remus planted a light kiss on sirius’ head, before helping him to his feet and leading him back inside.

“remus?”

“when did you learn to cook?”

“don’t do this, love.”

“you learnt with your mum, didn’t you?”

remus exhaled shakily and nodded ever so slightly. sirius swore and slammed the dish he was still holding on the counter. remus jumped and started to move towards his boyfriend, who left the room with tears in his eyes.

after a couple of minutes of deliberation in the middle of the kitchen, remus pulled a handful of recipe books off the shelf and headed upstairs.

he pushed the door open gently his gaze instantly falling to sirius, who was staring up at the ceiling blankly, tear stains still visible on his cheeks. he sat up as remus joined him on the bed.

“i didn’t mean to shout. i jus-”

remus reached out to gently run his thumb over sirius’ cheek.

“it’s okay. look, i brought these up so maybe we can go through them and we can a pick a couple of dishes to make together?”

sirius smiled up at remus, reaching for the closest book.

“can we make a birthday cake?”

“sure. for who?”

“for regulus. he’s obviously never had one so maybe?”

“i-yeah. why don’t we invite him and james for dinner and do the cake as dessert?”

“okay, i’ll ring them now so they keep next sunday free.”

remus nodded and began writing out a shopping list, including additional quantities in preparation for the disaster that would likely take place.

sirius burst back into room with a smile - “they’re coming!”

—

remus woke up and rolled over to check the time.

“sirius! sirius, wake up, it’s half nine!”

sirius sat up and pushed his hair back behind his ear.

“so? they’re not coming till seven.”

“but how are we supposed to let chicken marinate for five hours and then cook it and then put the cake in and have it all ready in time? get up!”

remus ripped the duvet off the bed, earning an exclamation from sirius who flinched at the sudden cold.

by the time sirius got down to the kitchen, remus already had measured the ingredients for the chicken pie. the kettle boiled and sirius went to pour himself a cup of coffee but remus swatted his hand away.

“that’s for the pastry - you can’t drink it.”

sirius looked around and shrugged.

“where’s the book? with the instructions.”

“i don’t have one for this pie - it’s just my mum’s recipe. it’s in here” remus said tapping the side of his head, accidentally leaving a flour mark.

sirius giggled as remus shook his head, realising his mistake.

“okay what can i do?” sirius asked, reaching across the counter to prod the ball of pastry remus kneading.

“well not that. but you can make the marinade if you want. it’s super easy just put-”

remus reeled off a list of spices half of which sirius had never heard of and even didn’t know they had in their cupboards.

“-and put it in the same bowl as those pieces of chicken over there. then just mix it all together, but make sure the chicken is properly covered - it might be okay easier to use your hands because spoons often miss a bit.”

it felt like a tonne of information but sirius nodded anyway.

“it’s so squidgy!” he squealed, quickly retracting his hands.

“NO!”

remus lunged across the room as sirius went to lick his finger.

“what?”

“it-that’s raw chicken! do you want to die?”

“die? remus i-”

“sorry i didn’t mean to be so aggressive but-”

“you have my express permission to be aggressive if you’re about to save my life” sirius assured him.

remus nodded and turned back to the pastry tin he was lining and brushing over with an egg wash.

“baby?” sirius asked tentatively, not wanting to question remus’ methods or experience, “why have you made the pastry so early if the chicken has to sit around for a few hours?”

“it has to be cooked once before, and then we’ll add the chicken and the pastry lid and then cook it properly.”

“oh okay.”

sirius hoisted himself onto the counter and sat quietly watching remus’ eyebrows get closer and closer together as he cut small leaf shapes out often excess pastry.

“you okay?” remus asked once he’d put the pastry in the oven.

sirius nodded, fiddling with the punnet of strawberries that were on the side.

“can we make the cake now?”

“let’s wash this stuff up first before the mess becomes too unbearable.”

sirius rolled his eyes.

“but that’s so boring.”

remus’ eyes flashed up at him and he sighed as he jumped off the counter to collect the dirty cutlery. with the draining board now full, remus turned to face sirius, pushing a handful of bubbles into his face.

“hey!” sirius spluttered, picking up his own bubbles to smear across remus’ cheeks.

remus smiled, the soap dripping into his mouth. he blew a kiss in his boyfriend’s direction, the bubbles floating down in between them. sirius grinned as remus turned away to open the recipe book to a chocolate cake.

“cakes are pretty easy” remus explained. “you throw everything in one bowl, mix it and put it in the oven. no! stop! not literally throw.”

“it makes it more fun. let me throw one egg - just one.”

“it has to go in the bowl, okay?”

“no promises” sirius said with a wink.

he picked up the biggest egg he could find and launched it at the bowl remus was holding up. it caught the edge of the glass bowl, and as the yolk split, some of it hit remus.

“right, you’ve had your fun, now come and wipe it up so we can finish this on time.”

sirius raised his eyebrow at remus’ sharp tone: “yes sir.”

remus stuck his tongue out as he crouched down to take the pastry out of the oven. he quickly covered the base in the chicken and put the lid on top. returning the pie to the oven, remus stood back up to continue making the cake batter.

“it says here” sirius said as he watched remus add cocoa powder, “that i should lick the spoon.”

remus snorted.

“does it really?”

“mhmm.”

“well i guess we’d better follow the instructions then” remus said as sirius’ eyes glowed.

“this tastes so good, moony!”

“well you can’t have any more” remus said, moving the bowl out of sirius’ reach, “or there won’t be any left to actually go in the oven.”

“oh” sirius said with a hint of disappointment.

“it’ll taste better once it’s actually cooked.”

sirius screwed up his nose in disbelief, but put his dirty spoon in the sink anyway.

“can you wash the strawberries please?” remus asked as he started to weigh out more chocolate for the icing.

“what strawberries?”

“the ones that were on the si- DID YOU FUCKING EAT THEM?”

“i saved some for you” sirius said sheepishly, holding out two single berries. “okay i’ll go to the shop quickly. be back soon.”

leaving a small kiss on remus’ cheek, sirius left.

the doorbell rang just as the oven timer went off. rushing to find the oven gloves to take the pie out of the oven, remus noticed the bottle of wine on the side that hadn’t been put in the fridge to chill.

rolling his eyes, he carefully pushed the pie out of its baking tin and answered the door.

regulus stood on the doorstep with james’ arms thrown casually over his shoulders.

“happy birthday!”

regulus smiled as remus let them in. sirius suddenly appeared behind them holding four packets of strawberries.

“what?” he said indignantly as all three of them looked at him. “i didn’t know how many we’d need.”

“i-okay” remus said, as they all headed into the kitchen.

the evening passed quickly as sirius rushed the pie to get the cake to the table. regulus pretended to coverhis ears as they sang at him terribly. with james’ head on his shoulder, regulus slapped his hand over his boyfriend’s mouth so he could blow the candles out by himself. james bit at his fingers and regulus crinkled up his nose.

as regulus cut the cake sirius watched his brother’s expression carefully, taking in the slight colour change in his cheeks. eventually regulus was unable to hide it any longer, and his smile spread uncontrollably across his face. he looked up across the table at sirius, who nodded, matching regulus’ smile.

“you were wrong, you know,” sirius mumbled to remus, with his slice of cake in front him, “it does not taste better cooked.”

#harry potter #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #sirius x remus #remus x sirius #cake batter tastes better than the final product fight me

[drprettyboyspence]

Father’s Day Tradition

Chris Evans/reader

Summary: Reader has been married to Chris Evans for the last seven years, she and their five year old son, Tommy, have made a cake for him for the last three Father’s Days. Reader feels incredibly grateful for her boys on days like these. 

words: 1.4k 

warnings: this is so fluffy, no warnings to my knowledge! :) 

a/n: It’s Father’s Day and I can't stop thinking about Chris Evans’ dad energy after watching Defending Jacob soooo I wrote this, hope you guys like it!! 

“No honey! Make sure to crack the eggs over the bowl every time! You don’t want the egg to be wasted do you?”

“No, Mommy! I’m sorry!” your five year old son says, grabbing another egg to break into the mixing bowl. It’s the night before Father’s Day and as tradition has it, you and your son are making a cake for your loving husband and Tommy’s amazing father, Chris Evans. You and Chris have been married for seven years now, and you’re so incredibly lucky to have him. He’s incredibly lucky to have you as well, and you never let him forget that. A crack followed by a plopping noise breaks you out of your thoughts, looking down to see a cracked egg on the floor. “Mommy, I’m sorry! It wasn’t me! It was Dodger!” You laugh despite yourself, you’ll never get tired of hearing your son’s excuses, most of them involving Chris’ adorable dog. 

“Oh honey it’s okay, let’s just clean it up quickly so we can continue making this cake for daddy! How does that sound?” 

“It sounds awesome Mommy! I love making cakes for Daddy, when I grow up, I’m gonna be a cake-maker!” 

“Yes you will be Tommy, and you’ll make lots of cakes for Mommy and Daddy won’t you? Please?”

“Dodger too!” Tommy says cheerfully, running to hug the mixed-breed boxer. Now that the eggs have thankfully been cracked and added to the bowl, always the most precarious part of baking with a five year-old, you begin adding one egg at a time to the butter in the mixing bowl. 

“Hand me the flour bowl Tommy!”  You say, you and your son together adding 1/3 of the flour mixture, then pouring milk in, and repeating the process until the batter begins looking like the right consistency. 

“Mommy, you have flour on your nose! It’s funny!” Tommy says laughing. 

“I do?” Tommy reaches up and touches your nose quickly before laughing even harder, 

“Now you do!” You can’t be annoyed, you start laughing too and pull your son into a big hug, feeling incredibly grateful that you’re here baking with the funniest little boy on earth to celebrate the world’s best father and husband. Once the cake has been put in the oven to bake, it’s time for Tommy to make a card. He draws a big heart on the biggest piece of paper the two of you can find in the house. “I’ll write I love you so much Daddy! Happy Father’s Day! Is that good?” 

“That’s perfect baby, can Mommy write something on your card too? Just a small thing?” 

“Fine I guess, but make sure daddy knows this is from me!” 

“Of course, I would never try and steal this amazing card, even though I am a little jealous of it.” You say teasingly before writing, Happy Father’s to my loving husband, Love you forever, Y/n. 

The sound of the oven timer alerts you to the cake being finished, along with the delicious smell filling the house. “Okay Tommy do you remember what we use to take things out of the oven to be safe?”

“We use the oven gloves mommy! So we don’t get burned!” You pull the cake out of the oven. “Is it done?” Tommy asks. 

“Well Tommy I’m going to tell you a super secret grown-up fact, do you promise not to tell anyone?” Tommy eagerly nods before you retrieve a toothpick and place it into the middle of the cake, it coming out clean. “See how it came out clean? That means it’s done!” 

“That’s like magic Mommy! Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me!” You giggle quietly, oh how you love toddlers. You have to wait for the cake to cool but you and Tommy mix up the frosting, excited for the most fun part, decorating! Both of you grab spatulas and begin spooning frosting onto the cake, assembling the two layers you have baked. You carefully write Happy Father’s Day on the top before letting Tommy write Daddy in big letters, then you place jelly beans on the top of the cake, remembering how much Chris loves jelly beans. 

“Alright honey, the cake is done, it's time to go to bed now, remember, we have to wake up early to surprise Daddy! So make sure you go to sleep.” You place the cake in the refrigerator and follow Tommy upstairs, tucking him in and kissing him goodnight. You then make your way into your shared bedroom with Chris, seeing him sitting up in bed with a book, looking adorable but somehow sexy with his reading glasses on. 

“Hi baby, how’d it go?” Chris says teasingly, wiping off the trace amount of flour still left on your nose. Of course it’s meant to be a secret, but Chris would have to be an idiot to still be surprised, this being the third year we’ve done this. 

“Oh shh, Mr. Evans, it’s a surprise! I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about!” You get ready for bed, both you and Chris turning off the lights before you take your signature spot in his arms, feeling extremely safe in the arms of your husband. “Goodnight baby, I love you.” 

“I love you too, Y/n.” He says placing a kiss to your forehead. 

BEEP BEEP BEEP 

“Ughhh, five more minutes.” You groan out and hit your phone a little too hard, causing it to fall on the ground, still blaring. 

“But sweetheart, Tommy will be so mad at you!” Chris says groggily, rubbing his eyes. You remember immediately, it’s Father’s Day. 

“Oh right of course, Happy Father’s Day babe, see you soon.” You say before rushing out of the room, where Tommy is sitting in front of the door looking extremely impatient. 

“Mommy!” he whisper-yells, “you’re 11 minutes late!” 

“I’m sorry Tommy, let’s go! Before Daddy wakes up!” You grab Tommy’s hand and walk downstairs. First, you take the cake out of the fridge to let it soften a little bit. Next, you make enough scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon for the three of you, letting Tommy crack the eggs again of course, you can’t have cake for breakfast without some actual sustenance! You also brew some coffee for both you and Chris, milk for Tommy. 

“Is it time yet? Are we ready?” Tommy asks impatiently. 

“Is your present ready? What about your card?” You ask him and he nods eagerly. “Then yes, we’re ready!” You place the coffee on a tray with the breakfast and allow Tommy to hold the cake, warning him that he must be extremely careful. You push the door open very slowly saying “Wake up Daddy!” Giving time for Chris to pretend to wake up for Tommy’s excitement. 

“Woah! Look at all this! I’m so surprised! Did you make that cake all by yourself buddy?” Chris says to Tommy. 

“Mommy helped a little bit, but I did most of the work!” You get on the bed and carefully place the tray down safely. Tommy places the cake down safely before yelping suddenly and running out of the room, coming back seconds later with the card and watch you had ordered online for Chris. “I almost forgot your present! Mommy said that since we have to stay inside it’s better to order things online! Is that true!” 

“Sure is buddy, don’t you know Mommy’s always right?” 

“Oh you are a flatterer Mr. Chris Evans, no wonder I married you.” You say lovingly, sinking into Chris’ arms with your cup of coffee. The three of you eat the breakfast, much to Tommy’s disapproval, wanting to eat the cake right away. You fight off Dodger’s advances while eating bacon. “Tommy, why doesn’t Daddy open his presents now!” Tommy grabs the card and gives it to Chris. 

“Wow, Buddy this is awesome! This card is so big!” 

“I know! This card is from me by the way, not Mommy!” 

“Oh of course, thank you so much!” 

“The watch is from Mommy, but she said I can give it to you too!” 

“Well that was very nice of her wasn’t it bud? Can we say thank you Mommy?”

“Thank you Mommy!” Tommy says before hugging you. 

“Thank you for the watch Mommy, and the rest.” Chris whispers to you and hugs you as well. 

“Alright boys, I think it’s cake time!” 

“Yay!!” Chris and Tommy yell at the same time, it’s so easy to see the resemblance in moments like this. You cut pieces of cake for all three of you.

“This cake is delicious Tommy! I think it might be the best cake I’ve ever had!” Chris exclaims, high giving Tommy.

“I told you Mommy, I’m going to be a cake-maker when I’m old like Daddy!”

“More cake for us!” Chris says, locking eyes with you as you look at each lovingly. The three of you sit together, laughing and enjoying the hot June Massachusetts morning. It’s times like these you feel the most grateful for your two boys, Dodger too of course. 

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagine #imagine #fathers day #dad!chris #wife!reader #reader insert #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x you #fluff #chris evans fluff #he has such dad energy #its so cute

[seasonsofeverlark]

Love Light

Author: @rosegardeninwinter​

Prompt: Christmas baking! [submitted by anonymous]

Rating: T for some subtly implied married shenanigans 

Summary: Katniss, Peeta, and Prim do some snowy day baking. The fourth installment in the Snowstorm Universe, approximately two months after Hearthsong (and, though the characters don’t know this, in my mind it is set on Christmas day). You don’t need to have read the Snowstorm Universe to get the basics of this AU, which are that Prim won the 74th Games, and Peeta and Katniss fell in love, courted, and are now married. 

Author’s Note: Special thank you to @captainseaweedbrains​ who acted as my lovely beta on this sugary fluff-fest! Enjoy!  Word Count: ~ 1500 words

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The heat from the wood stove makes the windows fog, blurring the pale violet dawn behind our curtains, as my lips trail back up my husband’s body to make a home against his throat, feeling his pulse coming down from its rapid peak. 

“Good morning,” I say innocently, tapping my fingers in a meaningless pitter-patter against his chest. 

Peeta exhales a raspberry. “It is now.” 

I laugh. Nip at his neck and get a gentle swat on my hip for my trouble. “Give me a second and I’ll return the favor,” he says, but I yawn and shake my head. 

“Later,” I say. “I was promised gingerbread last night.” 

“That you were,” he says, a bit dazedly, “and you’ll have it.” 

I sigh and tuck my nose against his neck, breathing in his scent. His fingers lightly trace my arm, resting across his chest in a loose embrace. It’s not usual for us to stay in bed like this. Most days, I’m up and out running errands for my mother, or helping Prim make charity baskets for the people who will accept her generosity. Peeta frosts the cakes for his father’s bakery, and makes cookies to go in the baskets. Prim’s winnings mean neither of us have to work, but it’s not in my nature to be idle. Making the charity baskets is the least I can do to help those less well off than we are. 

“Okay, woman,” Peeta says at last. “You’ll have to let me up if you want that gingerbread.” 

“Hmm,” I say, nestling my nose further into his neck. I smile against his skin, then kiss his shoulder. “If you insist.” 

“I didn’t,” he laughs, but swings himself out of our bed anyway. He pulls on his pajama pants and shimmies into a sweater. I bite my lip, admiring his broad shoulders and back, before they disappear behind the thick fabric. He gets a match from atop the stove to light the lone candles in each of our two windowsills. 

“You’re sure I can’t open a window?” he asks, hand already on the latch. “It’s burning up in here.” 

This is one of those compromises and arguments we’ve had to resolve as we get used to living as a couple. Peeta, having grown up sharing one room with his brothers, wants to leave the windows open, even in winter. I spent the early years of my life stopping the cracks in our windows up with old gloves and bits from the rag bag, and I hate the cold. But I’m cozy with his residual heat trapped under our quilt, so I nod. 

Peeta pops the latch and opens the window a sliver. The curtains and the candle flame flicker in a breeze, but the candle doesn’t go out. My husband peers onto the street below. 

“It’s snowing,” he says as he comes back to the bedside. “I bet it started last night. It’s like someone dropped a bag of sugar over everything. Come with me,” he adds. “I bake much better when I have company.” 

I smile and prop myself up on my elbows to receive a quick peck on my lips and promise that I’ll join him in a minute. He leaves. His footsteps, never very quiet, thunk down the stairs and I smirk as I stretch my arms above my head, curl my toes. I could go back to dozing, but I won’t pretend I don’t like to sit and watch my husband work. I get up, wash my face, and braid my hair down my back. The stockings my mother made for my wedding go up to my knees, and a warm shawl goes over my shoulders. I shut the door to our room behind me and let my hand trail the bannister as I tiptoe downstairs. Chances are, my mother isn’t awake. She has the most patients in December and January, when illness and hunger are their worst. She needs her rest. 

There is a soft conversation coming from the kitchen. I pause in the doorway, leaning against the green trim. My sister bends over a handwritten recipe book as Peeta sets out his baking supplies: bowls, measuring cups, spoons. My heart warms at the sight, as it always does. The cold season isn’t easy on Prim. The end of the year brings the Victory Tour to our district. For Prim, that means bad memories and nightmares. Peeta knows about them. The last time she couldn’t sleep, it was my husband who discovered her crying in the living room when he got up at four in the morning to put on a starter for bread. She’d fallen back asleep against his shoulder on the couch, and I’d fallen more in love with him than I thought was possible when I found them later. Peeta fits so perfectly into our home, I don’t know how we managed before him.

“Ooh, ‘cinnamon pull-apart bread,’” Prim is saying, tapping the page with her metal finger. “That sounds amazing.” 

“It is,” Peeta agrees. “Even better with apples, when we could get them. We could make it tomorrow if you want. How much white vinegar for the gingerbread?” 

Prim flips forward a few pages. “Um — two tablespoons.” She looks up at me. “Good morning.” 

I wrap my arm around her as I come over to see the recipe book. “How can I help?” I ask. 

“Ask your baker,” Prim laughs. “I only know I’m on kettle duty.” She nods to where the kettle is hung over the hearth, warming up. 

“Katniss, if you’ll take these.” Peeta sets three glass jars marked “syrup” “apple mash” and “molasses” in front of me, along with a wooden bowl and stirring spoon. He kisses my temple. “I can handle the spices and flour.” 

The three of us set to work in the quiet, cozy morning. The only sounds are those of opening jars, stirring spoons, the fire cracking, and Prim reading measurements to us. The sun continues to rise, and snow continues to float down under a pale purple sky. 

I bring the jar of molasses up to my nose and breathe in the heady scent. It’s only thanks to Prim that we can afford such expensive things, and we try not to use them often for ourselves, but today I add an extra splash of maple syrup to the wet ingredients in my bowl. I hear my husband groan when he sees me do it. 

“It’s the Everdeen sweet tooth,” Prim laughs, going to fetch the whistling kettle and add the hot water to my mix. “Can’t be helped. Especially not with three of us in the house.” 

“Apparently not,” Peeta says, grinning. 

I hop up to sit on the counter as he takes my bowl and slowly stirs in the dry ingredients, making a thin, brown batter. We haven’t even put it in the oven yet and it smells good enough to just drink up. 

“Almost done,” Peeta says, picking up a measuring spoon and smiling like he’s a little boy again. “This is Granny’s recipe, so there’s one last thing.” 

“What’s that?” 

Peeta twirls the spoon between his fingers thoughtfully. “She always said to add one spoonful of being grateful, even if there wasn’t much to be grateful for.” He goes pink around the nose and ears. “I mean, we don’t have to,” he says. “It was just something we did as kids.” 

“No,” I say. “I — I think that’s a beautiful idea, Peeta.” It sounds like something my father would do, something Peeta would teach our children, if we lived in a world safe enough to have them. 

He gives me a look glowing with what my father would call love light, and strokes my stockinged leg. “Thank you,” he says. “I can start.” He pretends to scoop something out of the air. “One spoonful … for sunrises.” 

Then it’s Prim’s turn. She holds the spoon up in the candlelight, the glimmer reflecting on the shiny surface, and smiles. “One spoonful … for a warm fire.” 

I don’t know what I want to say. I have an abundance of things to be grateful for, in spite of where we live. I have a roof over my head and warm clothes. I have gingerbread and stockings, violet sunrises and snowfall — and I have hope. I’m not even sure of what, but with my husband and my sister beside me, I have it all the same. 

“One spoonful … for having spoonfuls, ” I say, and I trust they understand what I mean. 

I don’t know if the spoonfuls of being grateful do anything to make the batter taste better, but I wouldn’t put it past Jenny Ann Mellark. And when, an hour or so later, I’m laughing as her grandson kisses sticky gingerbread crumbs from my fingers, while my sister giggles and pretends to hide from us behind her mug of warm milk, I decide I’m pretty sure they do. 

#everlark #everlark fanfiction #winter #winter 2020 #rosegardeninwinter #submission #prompt

[tiptoe39]

dessert

So after the pick-up hockey game, it's time for a hurried (and shared) shower at the Haus to clean up before dinner plans. Last night was for the friends, but tonight is for the families, and Suzanne and Alicia bond over color stories and venue ideas, after briefly butting heads as to whether the ceremony should be in Providence, in Madison, or in Quebec. Jack and Bitty laugh a lot and fielded a lot of questions, most with a simple "we don't know yet!" Which was only sometimes true, but how do you tell your wedding-addled parents that you've been talking about it on and off for a half a year?

The meal is luxurious, and the dessert menu looks even more so: tiramisu, pot de creme with chocolate ganache, flourless chocolate-orange cake, key lime pie with apricot whipped cream. But as the families peruse the offerings, Bitty clears his throat and gets to his feet.

"I'm afraid Jack and I already have dessert plans," he says. Jack looks up, surprise lighting his face, but it only takes one glare from Bitty before he's getting up and apologizing too, as though he has any idea what's going on. Both sets of parents pout, but accept their leaving, and Bitty shuttles Jack out of the restaurant like there's a three-alarm fire.

"It's not like you to skip dessert," Jack says as they get in the car.

"We're not skipping dessert," Bitty informs him. "We have other plans. Don't you remember all those groceries I got a few days ago?"

"That you told me not to touch? Yes." They're still sitting in paper bags on the counter, and Jack, true to his word, hasn't laid a finger on them.

"And don't you remember me telling you I was going to make you something special after graduation?" Bitty goes on.

"You're going to bake something now?" Jack checks the clock on the dashboard. "Bits, it's 8:30. It'll be 9:30 by the time we get back home."

"I'm a college student. Or, you know, was just a college student," Bitty declares. "Time of day means nothing to me. And you can't tell me to go to bed early, Jack Zimmermann, because you're not my captain and we don't have practice tomorrow."

Jack knows better than to push it any further. "Whatever you say," he says, and takes the exit for 95 - Providence.

When they get home Bitty makes a beeline for the kitchen. He scolds Jack to sit down. "You've had a big day, mister," he says. "Sit down and watch -- there's a playoff game on tonight, right? Sit and watch that."

"Are you sure you don't want me to help?" Jack asks. "A little?" But he knows the answer.

He amuses himself with watching the Flyers and the Canes play some semblance of professional hockey while Bitty flies to and fro in the kitchen behind him. Jack is used to the noise -- glass bowls ringing, the click-clack of measuring spoons, snatches of humming and grunts of effort from mixing heavy ingredients. He just lets it sink in, thrilling to the idea that this is his forever now. He gets this, for life.

When the mystery dessert goes into the oven, Bitty comes to join him on the couch. "Won't be long," he informs Jack. "Little less than an hour. Oh no, a five-minute major?" He settles in and seems remarkably content to just watch the game, leaning on Jack, smelling faintly of apples and flour.

Jack watches him play with his ring, watches the smiles that flit across his face. Every emotion Bitty's feeling shows, and his lips shift and quirk with every idea that's surely zinging through his brain. But he doesn't talk about any of them, which strikes Jack as odd. He hopes Bitty's not having second thoughts. He can't imagine that's the case. Not from the way Bitty keeps coming back to the ring, and to a secretive smile that Jack only rarely gets to see.

The Flyers have just given up two goals in the span of three minutes when the oven timer goes off. Bitty jumps to his feet, pirouettes with the speed of a dancer, and is in the kitchen with oven mitts on before Jack can even draw a breath. "You know, honey," he says, "you really threw me for a loop today."

Jack frowns. That's what he has to say? He had expected something different, but he had also expected Bitty to go on and on about wedding plans and the fact that he has a ring on his finger, and that didn't happen either. He rises from the couch and heads toward the kitchen.

Bitty stops him in his tracks. "Honey, could you do me a favor? Just set out two place settings on the table there? Small plates are fine, just forks and ... the big pie server, too? Thanks and no peeking!"

Jack does as he's told. And he doesn't peek, even though it's pretty obvious from the scent what Bitty's made.

"And you know," Bitty goes on, "having it be official makes a lot of things easier. Now I know we'll have a lot of planning to do, and Lord knows how long it will take for your mom and my mom to agree on anything, let alone have us approve it, but at least --" He whirls, catches Jack trying to sneak back into the kitchen. "Sit down at the table, honey."

Once again, Jack does as he's told.

"At least it makes things easier for me in one respect." Bitty is heading toward the table now, carrying a platter with a silver lid, like he's a chef at a fancy restaurant prepared to unveil his masterpiece. Jack smiles and awaits the presentation patiently. "I mean, can you believe I'm nervous even now? But it's easier knowing, even if it makes certain purchases kind of redundant."

He arrives at the table, puts the platter down, and removes the lid.

Inside is nestled Jack's favorite, a maple-crusted apple pie. Whipped cream circles the edge, and the lattice is far too perfect for something baked in an hour. But what draws Jack’s eye is a single object, wedged between two thin slices of apple in the center of the pie: a modest gold band.

Bitty drops to one knee.

"Jack Zimmermann," he says, "will you marry me back?"

Jack loses all his words. He lifts one hand to his mouth, covers it. A smile itches at his lips, and his breath is suddenly hard to find. He puts his hand down, looks for words again, shakes his head. There's wetness at his eyes. He lifts his hand again, this time to wipe the tears away.

"Bits," he says, and stops again.

"Come on," Bitty says, looking up at him. "There's only one word in the answer."

Jack drops from his chair. It's silly and he lands on one knee funny, but he's got to be down there, at Bitty’s level. The two of them, today, have both been there, and now they’re here together. The way it should be. The way it will always be, from now on. Kneeling or standing or running through life, they get to do it all together.  The thought buoys his heart. He reaches out, cups Bitty’s chin in one big hand, pulls him in with the other. His lips taste like sweet maple and promise.

Jack pulls back, at last. He feared not finding the words today, but when the time came, they came natural as rain. This time he’s only got one word to say, and Bitty’s right -- it’s easy. It’s the easiest thing he’s ever said. "Yes," he says, feeling his eyes itch with tears again. "Oui, Bits. I'll marry you ... back."

Bitty laughs, tears welling up in his eyes too. “Oh good,” he says. “Jack, I was so nervous. Isn’t that silly? But what if I said yes and then you said...”

Jack reaches out for him again, and Bitty’s words die on his lips. And this kiss would put the sweetness of any apple pie to shame.

#sometimes these things just fall out of the sky and land on my head #i did not expect to post two things today #i just took a walk and this landed on me #zimbits #zimbits fic #good night i am done #check please #check please ficlet #omgcp #stuff tippy wrote

[shozaii]

um hi, can i request cannons for todo, kaminari, and shinsou being stuck in quarantine w/ female s/o !! i love your writing, bls stay healthy and safe 💛💛☁️

(a/n): hello! thank you so much for the suggestion! :’). this really made my day and i hope these headcanons will make yours too. you’re so nice hsdgf i’m sending you virtual hugs. i hope you stay healthy and safe too! <3

^^^

bnha; in quarantine with you.

warnings: none! 

‘‘‘‘

todoroki

quarantine with todoroki? a blessing, really.

both of you would have been busy with hero work around the city. let alone patrolling in different areas. it was hard to catch a glimpse of one another.

thus began the outbreak. it was announced a state of emergency.

and the both of you were advised to stay at home.

i could say it was an opportunity to be with each other. yay!

he is fine being in quarantine with his loved ones. makes him feel safe and comfortable.

you and shoto love trying new things. cooking, styling each other’s hair, self photoshoots, binge watching shows on netflix.

loves loves loves cuddling with you. when you’re the big spoon, he just nuzzles in, like a cat. neither of you move because it’s just that comfortable argh T_T

but when he’s the big spoon, expect a lot of kisses coming your way.

(every moment with todoroki is worth taking pictures of so yeS)

learns about tiktok, watches a few funny ones you recommended

cold soba squad. and by that i mean either one of you preparing cold soba when you run out of options for meals.

asks his sister for some recipes he hasn’t tried out before.

he enjoys helping and watching you bake.

he claims you make the best types of cakes. he likes them soft and fluffy.

takes so many pictures of you without warning.

“you look good in this one, y/n. i’m not deleting it.”

“but i have flour on my face!”

keeps it anyway.

i headcanon todoroki preferring board/card games. probably owns a large collection of it. he enjoys playing video games too, but probably only if they’re a multiplayer.

10/10 would play animal crossing with you because he loves how calm and serene it looks.

slow. dancing. (not surprised if he was born a prince.)

sometimes if you two can’t sleep, you just lay in bed, your head on his chest and his hand on your back, drawing little circles.

tells you like these random facts he’s read of.

“a person’s pupils dilate when they see someone attractive.”

“huh. interesting.”

“so the next time i look right into your eyes, check and see if it’s true.”

“.....you’re pretty smooth.”

it’s never a dull moment with prince shoto. you two would have such a relaxing, lovely time during quarantine.

shinsou

as we all know hitoshi, sleep is his number one enemy.

before the outbreak, it was tough to get him to bed.

“toshi. bed. now.”

“kitten, i have some work to do.”

“then i’m not sleeping, either.”

“y/n, come on. i’ll be alright.”

he wasn’t wrong. still, that can’t be an excuse.

all till the outbreak worsened and the heroes were advised to quarantine themselves until further notice to resume work again.

he doesn’t tell you but he was so happy to hear that. his stomach swarmed with butterflies because he got to spend time with you at home!

you had plans, too.

operation ‘correcting hitoshi’s sleeping schedule’, commence!

he wasn’t going to complain, either.

even lays in bed before you. 

“do i smell development?”

“whatever you say. i’m only doing this because i’d get to cuddle with you.”

cue that one face deku did during the sports festival

operation ‘cuddle session,’ commence...? why not?

he wants to be the big spoon, so bad. honestly just loves looking into your eyes, caressing and kissing your cheeks, praising you 24/7.

wouldn't ever complain if you're the big spoon, either :) this meant a cozy day in your embrace

sudden pillow fights, ends up with him tickling you

“toshi, i’m gonna puke my stomach out....stop!” you said in between laughs

he knows tiktok, and sometimes watches them with you.

claims that he would destroy the kitchen, so he watches you cook and helps you if you’re in need of it

literally binge watching shows with him till it’s past midnight

video games with hitoshi is a must

like todoroki, he enjoys it when it’s a multiplayer game. but he loves competing in mario kart with you.

he is probably the kind of person who loves watching their s/o’s movements. for example, you’re brushing your hair, tying it into a bun. he doesn’t say a word. it’s just so satisfying to him.

because all this while, before the quarantine, he doesn’t get enough time admiring you like he used to. now that he has the chance, he would never miss one moment of it.

one day, you had an idea.

“babe?”

“yeah? oh, sorry.i’ll just-,”

“hey, come here,” you laughed.

“wanna try?” you asked, holding out a rubber band for him.

he smiled. so you did notice. 

loves listening to lo-fi music with you.

overall, you two are pretty chill with this quarantine thing. to him, it felt like time was limitless with you.

kaminari

okay. you and denki are so wonderfully chaotic during quarantine.

in a good way, i promise.

kaminari hated being so far away from you. then again, he’s going to work with all his might just to be with you after a long day.

and a few weeks later, it wasn’t looking good with the outbreak.

that meant quarantine!

stuck with his s/o? that made things so much better.

he is like this master planner of activities, and you’re the judge.

“milkshake duty, i’m in charge today. oh, and how does uno sound to you?”

“bring it on! i’m gonna beat you today,” you beamed proudly.

denki adores animal crossing so much. he’d love to visit your village, gives you advice if you need it.

he’s a whole different person when it comes to mario kart, though.

the king

he sends you memes, even though you two would be sitting together on the couch, literally huddled up close.

one time you came out of the shower, and received a text from him.

it was a selfie of him in the living room.

“come over.”

rolling your eyes, you replied, “sure, cutie. in a few mins.”

i didn’t mention that big goofy smile on your face when you read it.

you and him learn how to cook new recipes you’ve never tried before. your pancakes taste like heaven to him. 

he usually hugs you from behind, attacking you with kisses

of course he knows tiktok. when the two of you get bored, you watch them together.sometimes you two learn the dances. it was kind of like a workout.

i feel like denki is someome vibrant with emotions. happy, sad, joyful, eager- loving.

so loving it puts you in the feels.

“hey. hey babe.”

“hm?”

“wanna cuddle?”

“of course.”

he welcomes you with wide arms.

most people may know him to be lively, but he enjoys peace and quiet too. especially this moment. where he can hold his s/o in his arms, as euphoria filled his heart and mind to a whole new level.

he felt like he was dreaming, but this was all real. for so long, he wanted this to happen. suddenly he felt like the hard work was all worth it

“denki?”

“yes? i’m here"

“what were you thinking about?”

“this.”

he loves quiet nights in, too! microwaved popcorn, dimmed lights, and a perfect netflix show to watch with you.

or you two would be in the bedroom, jamming to a soft song playlist you recently found. that’s how some nights ended.

denki definitely learned so much during quarantine, and he was glad he was stuck with you. ^^  

(a/n): fun fact, i’ve done some activities you read here, except i don’t have a s/o hehe. i hope you have a good read and a safe quarantine! let’s have hope that the pandemic gets controlled soon.

#todoroki x reader #bnha #bnha headcanons #bnha x reader #shoto torodoki #shoto x reader #bnha shoto todoroki #todoroki shouto #shinsou x reader #shinsou imagine #bnha imagines #shinsou fluff #shinsou hitoshi #kaminari x reader #kaminari denki #boku no hero academia #mha

[hopingforromanoff]

Sweet Ass

First off…. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUCKY

Pairing: Stucky x reader, but mostly just Bucky x reader

Warnings: Bucky being an annoying little shit, and also SMUT SMUT SMUT

SO 18+ ONLY

Requests are open, so feel free to send in requests and I will do my best to get them posted ASAP.

A/N: This has been in my brain for MONTHS, and I finally was able to write it, so I decided that Bucky’s birthday was a good time to post it!

Also, @sebbbystaaan made me do it, though it was pretty easy to convince me 

Hope you enjoy!

My Masterlist

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“Y/N” Bucky whined your name for the fourth time in the past five minutes. 

“Bucky, you’re not even supposed to be in here, I’m trying to bake you a birthday cake. Can you please go hang out with Steve for a little?” You playfully glared at him over the kitchen island as you prepped the ingredients to make icing. 

“He’s ‘working’’' Bucky mocked Steve before adding “I can’t believe that it’s my freaking birthday, and neither my girlfriend or boyfriend will give me attention”. 

You ignored him, continuing to gather supplies. You knew he was giving you those stupid, adorable puppy dog eyes, and you knew you wouldn’t be able say no to that. He dramatically threw his muscular body into the overly small chair and proceeded to pout. It took every power with you to stifle a giggle; the vision before you closely resembled a cat squeezing into a small box. 

He left you alone for a few minutes until you began to whisk the icing together, adding light blue coloring. From the corner of your eye, you spotted Bucky begin to move from the chair, and slowly make his way towards you. 

“Bucky, what are you doing?” You said with a look of minor irritation on your face as he began to fiddle with the bag of icing sugar. 

“Don’t be mean. Can I help?” You shook your head no, shooing him away with your hands. 

Bucky let out a sound of surprise and you glanced up to see Bucky’s blue shirt covered in the sugar.  He had a guilty look on his face, and you rolled your eyes at his shenanigans. He circled around the island, and came to stand behind you, his hand settling on top of your ass. 

“Buckyyy” you whined. “Can you please keep your hands to yourself for like 30 more minutes? I promise i’ll give you attention as soon as i’m done with this cake” 

“Doll I just can’t help it, you’ve got a sweet ass” he chuckled as he stepped back, admiring the white icing sugar handprint that decorated the back of your black leggings. 

You once again ignored him, just wanting to finish the cake so you could spend time with him. You turned and began to search through the drawer for a spoon to scrape the sides of the bowl, when something wet and sticky hit the side of your neck. When you glared up at Bucky, he was licking fresh icing off of his finger. 

“Shit sweetheart, I think you have something on your neck. Let me get that for you” he had a cocky smile on his face as he approached, one of his hands settling on your hip, the other on the small of your back, pulling you close. His tongue met the side of your neck and he licked one long strip. You melted into him as he continued to alternate between licking and biting long after the icing was gone. He tightened his grip on you as he began to nibble just under your ear. 

You jumped when the timer went off indicating that the cake needed to come out of the oven. You shook your haze as you reached for the oven mitt, and pulled the golden brown cake from the oven. As soon as you placed the cake down, you were softly shoved back against the island counter. 

“Can we please forget about the cake for fifteen minutes?” Bucky took your lack of response as a yes. “Good” Bucky’s hands wrapped around the back of your thighs, and he was lifting you into the air, and placing you down on the countertop. Bucky settled in between your legs and his  hands found their way under your shirt and before long your shirt hit the floor with a soft thud. 

You began to fiddle with the buckle of his pants as he worked on the clasp of your pastel pink lace bra. Bucky quickly got distracted when his pants joined your shirt on the floor and you began to palm him through his gray boxers. His eyes scrunched shut, thankful for finally getting some attention. 

 “Do you really think you should be doing stuff like that, Old Man?” Steve chuckled as he observed from the hall. 

“Hey pal! Watch who you're calling Old Man, Old Man” Bucky abandoned you to reach for Steve, your feet dangling over the edge of the counter. 

Steve greeted the birthday boy by roughly cupping his face, and pressing his lip onto Bucky’s. Seeing Bucky distracted for a moment, you slipped from the counter, falling to your knees in front of the two. Steve moves to stand behind Bucky, beginning to leave kisses on his neck. You pushed his boxers down to his ankles, and began to lick the side of his cock. 

“Jesus, happy birthday to me” Bucky sighed as he let his head fall back onto Steve shoulder. 

Steve continued his assault, and Bucky let out a soft moan when you took him in your mouth. You wrapped your hand around the part you couldn’t fit in your mouth, and you hollowed out your cheeks, bobbing up and down. This continued for a few minutes, the only sound filling the air was Bucky’s whimpers and him softly cursing in Russian. 

“Y/N, stop” Bucky cried as he shoved you off of him. You screamed when he threw you over his shoulder, dumping you back down on the kitchen counter. He practically ripped your leggings off, his hands holding your hips down as he began to kiss your bare thighs. 

“Hey baby” you greeted as Steve finally decided to join the two of you. Steve wrapped his arms around your back, and with a gentle tug, your skin touched. 

“Stevie, I’m kinda trying to do something here” Bucky groaned as he pulls your underwear off. 

Steve mumbled a soft sorry, but you know he wasn’t actually. His hands are in your hair tugging lightly. His hand moves down your cheekbone, and then to your lips. He then begins to kiss you gently, a great contrast to the rough kisses Bucky was leaving on your thighs. You moaned against Steve’s lip as Bucky’s tongue met your clit. Steve tightened his grip on you when Bucky added his fingers to the mix. 

“Easy baby, Bucky’s gonna yell at me again if you keep moving” Steve chuckled into your ear. Bucky’s foot met the back of Steve knee, and Steve nearly fell. He managed to recover though, and began to lick and bite your neck. At the mercy of your boys, you knew you wouldn’t last long.

Bucky’s finger grazed your g-spot, and you bucked your hips only for them to be pushed right back down. Once he realized the reaction it would pull from you, he continued to do it over, and over again, each time driving you closer to the edge. 

“Bucky, I gonna” you managed to gasp out between moans. You let out a long whimper when Bucky pulled his fingers out. 

“Shh doll, it's okay” Bucky soothed as you felt his cock at your entrance. You writhed in Steve’s arm when Bucky finally pushed in. You realized that poor Stevie was getting left out and you reached for the buckle of his belt. Your shaking hands fumbled with it as Bucky increased his pace. 

Finally getting the message, Steve quickly unlatched the belt, shoving his pants, along with his underwear to the floor. Your hands wrapped around his already hard cock and began to stroke it at a fast pace. The two moaning men in front of you did nothing to stop your impending orgasm. 

You bucked your hips into his again but this time no one had the energy to stop you, being too far gone themselves. You cried out when Bucky gave a particularly hard thrust sending you right over the edge. You clenched around him, pulling him right with you. Bucky let out a string of curse words as he panted through his orgasm. His forehead fell to yours as you both tried to catch your breath. Bucky’s hands ran from the end of your thighs all the way up to you hips trying to soothe your moans.  Steve briefly stepped back, allowing the two of you to bask in it. 

Having recovered a little, you remembered Steve. You called Bucky’s name and he hummed in response. You nodded your head in Steve's direction and whispered “we forgot about someone”. 

A smirk appeared on Bucky’s face as he pulled himself from you. He looked at Steve like he was Bucky’s dinner, and Bucky attacked. Steve smiled at his boyfriend's excitement and pulled him into a passionate kiss. You slipped from the counter, landing on your wobbly legs. 

“Get back on the counter, you made me wait long enough while you baked, i’m not done with you yet” Bucky broke away briefly from Steve. 

You chuckled, hauling yourself back onto the counter “Whatever you want, Birthday Boy”

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[wouldpollyapprove]

Headcanon: Going Into Labor On Your Husband’s Birthday

Summary: Going into labor on your husbands birthday.

Isaiah Jesus x Reader

Warnings:

A/n: i love these! They are so cute!!! If you guys want me to do them for any other characters, I 100% will. I have so much fun writing these and I know you guys like them. I have another one of these coming out, which is a Finn x Reader x Isaiah. I have no clue how it will go. Honestly, I’m kinda running out of ideas because I don’t want them to all be the same.

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You had woken up early that morning to prepare for the day.

It was Isaiah’s birthday and, though, he didn’t want you to fuss over it, you couldn’t help but do so.

The two of you had been married a little over a year and ever since you’d known him, you had always baked him a cake for his birthday.

There was no way you were going to pass that up this year.

Stirring the cake mix, you hummed as Isaiah entered the kitchen. You flashed him a smile, seeing he was barely ready for the day, skirt yet to be buttoned and face unshaven. 

“What are you making?” he asked, coming to wrap his arms around you, letting them rest on your swollen belly. 

Leaning into him, you pulled the spoon out of the batter to show him. “Cake.”

Isaiah groaned, shaking his head. “I told you not to bother with the cake, love. You heard what the doctor said.”

You rolled your eyes and went back to what you were doing. “Yes, I know. Rest. But last time I check, baking a cake won’t kill me.”

“You don’t know that,” he warned. “Please, just rest your feet when your done.” He kissed your hair before going to get himself a cup of coffee.

When you’d gotten pregnant, everyone told you to go about your day as normal. You heard it from your mother, your sister, Polly, and even Ada. They all told you the same thing. So, you did just that.

Isaiah was hesitant about that, weary that you would hurt yourself, but you always assured him you were fine. 

That was until you took a tumble down the stairs a week prior. 

You were trying to do laundry, bring the dirty clothes down to the kitchen to wash, when you hadn’t quiet landed on one of the steps and gravity pulled you down. 

It wouldn’t have been bad, in your mind, had you not been weeks away from your due date. 

At the time, you were the only one home, having to pick yourself up off the floor, despite the pain, and find someone to call.

There was no telling where your husband was and you knew you couldn’t call your mother at work, that left only one person you knew would pick up.

Ada rushed over, wasting no time to get to you and checked you over before taking you to the hospital.

She had become much like an older sister to you as yours were always too busy to make time for you. She helped you with your wedding, going with you to pick out your wedding dress, and she was the first person you told when you found out you were expecting. 

Once you were given a bed and made comfortable, Ada left you for a few minutes to call the betting shop. Polly was no doubt there and would know where the boys were.

It didn’t take long for Polly to find the boys and send Isaiah to the hospital, holding the other men back, stating that he was the only one you needed in that moment. 

You were half a sleep by the time your husband was at your side and, even though the doctor told you that you were fine, Isaiah wasn’t completely convinced. 

The two of you went about your morning as usual. 

You put your cake in the oven and, doing as you were asked, you sat at the table and drank some tea.

Isaiah finished getting dressed and wandered back into the kitchen. “Have you had breakfast yet?”

You nodded, watching him put a few pieces of bread in the toaster. “Ate when I woke up.”

“I have to go to the Garrison after this.”

You frowned, “But it’s your birthday,” you whined. “Can’t Tommy find someone else?”

There was silence as Isaiah placed his toast on a plate and took a seat at the table. “It will only be for an hour,” he assured you. You rolled your eyes, an hour to Thomas Shelby meant two. “I swear, just an hour.”

“Alright, but you better come straight home.”

Taking a bite of his toast, he nodded.

While Isaiah finished his breakfast, you took the cake out of the oven and let it cool. Sitting it by the stove, you pulled out all you would need to make frosting. The cake would be fine on it’s own but all birthday cakes needed frosting.

Your husband placed his plate in the sink when he was finished, kissed you on the cheek, and went to fetch his coat. “Anything ya want me to get from the market?”

“No,” you drawled. “I’ll probably think of something once you leave, though.” With that, he slipped out the door, promising to be home on time. 

You had little faith that would happen.

Once the frosting was finished and the cake was completely cool, you began to frost it. You weren’t even half way done when you felt some liquid run down your leg. 

“Fuck,” you mumbled, believing you had simply peed yourself. Your mother had warned you that something like that may happen, though you had yet to experience. Leaving the half frosted cake, you make your way up stairs to change your clothes, grumbling the whole way.

With newly washed clothes, you walked down the stairs, being careful to watch your step. A shark pain hit your lower abdomen once at the bottom of the stairs. Grabbing onto the rail for support, you sucked in a breath and waited for it to pass.

It lingered for longer then you would have liked, but once it was gone, you waddled into the kitchen to finish what you had started.

The cake wasn’t perfect but you were no baker, so it was fine. 

Taking a step back, you sunk into one of the chair at the table, admiring your work. You weren’t given long before the pain crept back in, stronger this time, causing you to lean against the table. 

Part of you wanted to believe it was simply nothing, but another part of you knew it was foolish to believe that. 

With shaking hand, you pushed your self out of the chair and slowly made your way over to the phone. In that moment, you wanted to call Isaiah, but what could he do? Instead, you dialed Ada, praying she would pick up.

“Ada,” you sighed in relief when her voice came through the line. “I think the baby’s coming!”

“Shit,” she mumbled, “Are you at home?” Once you answered, she asked another question, “Is Isaiah there?”

“No, he’s at the Garrison with your brothers,” you breathed as a contraction washed over you.

Ada sighed and told you to hold tight, that she was on her way and would fetch Polly on the way over.

Hanging up the phone, all you could do was pace around the house. Sitting didn’t seem comfortable and, in all honesty, you had no clue what to do. No one had every told you a single thing to do once in labor, it was horrible for you to have to figure it out on your own.

It was long before Polly and Ada walked through the door, sweet smiles greeting you.

“Ada, call the boys,” Polly instructed, stripping off her coat. “Let’s get you up stairs.” She led you up the stairs, a careful hand resting on your back. 

By the time Isaiah, with the Shelby brothers right behind him, entered the house, you were already tired and wanted nothing more than to hold your baby in your arms.

Isaiah leaned against the kitchen counter, Finn searching for a bottle of whiskey. After your fall a few weeks prior, he was worried how this would go. He couldn’t lose you.

“She’ll be fine,” John assured him from his seat at the table. Though, he knew more than Isaiah when it came to childbirth, his words didn’t hold as much meanings as he thought they would.

The only thing that would sooth the man was seeing you, alive and well.

It felt like an eternity before Ada came down the stairs, the blanket Isaiah’s father had gifted them in her arms.

Standing straighter, he held his breath as she placed the squirming bundle in his arms. Moving the material out of the baby’s face, Isaiah smiled at his child. 

The baby in his arms, a part of him and the woman he loved, was the best birthday present he’d ever received.

“It’s a girl, just like Polly said,” Ada told him.

Glancing up at her, he asked, “How’s Y/n?”

“Perfectly fine. You can go up and see her if you’d like.”

He didn’t need to be told again as he raced up the stairs. If were up to him, he would have been by his wife’s side the whole time. Perhaps, if they were to have anymore children, he would be there, holding her hand.

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