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hhoriginalworks · 3 years

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failure and burnt metal | g.w

"Once you have properly prepped the meat, you may add two sprigs of rosemary. Be careful to not overdo the rosemary, as it is a strong flavor," You read, your eyes scanning Molly Weasley's cookbook. "Oh, god, Molly. I hope you added a picture of rosemary because I have no idea what you're going on about."

You set down the cookbook and stared at the prepped meat in front of you. You were positive you had followed the recipe by the letter, but the famous Sunday roast looked somewhat grey and inedible. When you offered to host the Weasley Sunday dinners, you thought Molly would adamantly protest, and you would be home free. However, she didn't, and the whole affair was going much worse than you had planned.

You already had put out three fires, pulled something metal out of the biscuits, and was still debating if green beans should smell like the draught of living death.

You weren't a chef by any means; in fact, the most successful thing you'd ever cooked was pasta. Due to this, you generally avoid anything that had to do with cooking, baking, ovens, spatulas, or well, anything food-related that wasn't takeout. Yet, somehow, you had been cooking since four in the morning, and all you had to show for it was oven burns on your arms.

"Oh, god, this is hopeless. I'm hopeless," you groaned, waving your wand and watching as all of the burnt food you slaved over for the past sixteen hours disappear. "They're going to be starving, and all I can offer is cereal."

"Hello? Y/N? Oh god, what is that god-awful smell?" a voice asked, following a soft popping noise.

"It's the smell of failure and burnt metal, George," you cried, tossing Molly's cookbook to the side. "Don't you recognize the smell from all those years in potions class with me?"

"Actually, now that you mention it, I do remember this smell when you burnt off your eyebrows," George joked, peering into a pot on the stove. "I guess it's a good thing you still have until tomorrow because I think you accidentally boiled a dung bomb."

"Sod off, George, you know that's mashed potatoes," you huffed, scooping out a spoonful of grey mush. "At least, I think that's what I made."

"Oh, yes, y/n, this really does bring back memories," George laughed, swishing his wand and cleaning the pot. "Not to mention, the more you looked at it, the more it looked like your amortentia potion."

You let out a chuckle, remembering Snape's endless lecture about how you were the worst potions student he ever had the displeasure of teaching. You had memorized the speech by the time you brewed amortentia for the first-time and had everyone in the classroom retching at the smell.

"It smelled like it, too. I imagine Molly sent you here to scout out how I was doing?" You asked, laying down on the couch in misery and relief.

"Yup," George confirmed, sitting next to you and placing his lanky legs over your lap. "Mum's already preparing the backup dinner, in case I report back that you're knee-deep in burnt mush and tears."

You weren't sure whether or not to be comforted by George's words. On the one hand, this cooking nightmare would finally be over, but on the other, you were once again mooching off the Weasleys. "I guess you should tell your mum I failed," you sighed, tossing your head back. "Although, I imagine, at this point, she was already expecting that."

"No, I figured I would lie and say you're doing great, so I could see her face drop when she saw the food," George joked, earning a cold glare from you. "I'm kidding, y/n. Since this means so much to you, I'll just help."

"You'll help?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at the ginger boy. George Weasley was undoubtedly great at many things, but never in your life had you ever heard he was a fine cook.

"Y/N, I'm offended by that look you're giving me," George shouted, feigning hurt as he placed his hand over his heart. "You wound me!"

"Oh please, George, we both know that you're just as clueless as me in the kitchen," you replied, groaning as the redhead pulled you from the couch and towards the dreaded kitchen. "No, Georgie, not the apron."

"Too late," George laughed, placing a 'kiss the chef' apron over his clothes. "Today, we are going to make the finest roast in the whole country- minus my mum's."

You chuckled, the redhead’s confidence adding to your own. "Okay, Carrot-head, let's start."

Hours passed by quickly, and you were pleasantly surprised by how great George was in the kitchen. Occasionally, you would sneak a few glances at the redhead, his eyebrows furrowed as he read his mum's neat handwriting. It was a sight to relish in; the boy covered in flour, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a determined look that made your knees go weak. Not that he knew it, but you were swooning over George Weasley in an apron.

"You're staring," George sang teasingly, tossing some flour at you. "I know I'm the better-looking twin, but you still have a pie to make."

"And why would I do that when you're so good with your hands- I mean, with your hands making the crust," You stammered, turned back to the crust with a red face.

"Is the y/n y/l/n flirting with me?" George questioned, walking over to you with a smirk. "I'm horrible at picking up the signs, so maybe you should just tell me that you're madly in love with me."

You felt the air knocked out of your lungs as Goerge leaned against the counter near you. "Oh, well, I don't think anyone would be that clueless to the fact that I like you," you stuttered, trying to ignore your quickening heart rate. "Well, perhaps Ron, it took him ages to recognize that Harry liked Gin-"

You were interrupted by George pulling your hips towards him. "I love Ickle-Ronniekins, but perhaps when you're proclaiming your love to me, you could leave him out."

All you could do was nod, closing your eyes as George's lips landed on yours. His hands dusted your face with flour as he gently cupped your face, nearly making your legs give out. The kiss just like you had imagined back in fourth-year, but better.

"You better get the cake out of the oven before it burns," you mumbled as you two pulled away at the sound of a timer going off.

"Eh, let it burn- no one likes Bundt cake anyways," George shrugged, pulling you in for another kiss.

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hailing-stars · 3 years

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@febuwhump day 22 burned

a blowtorch is a blowtorch

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“I have to go into the office for a couple of hours,” she announced. She looked down at Morgan. “You know what that means, right, Morgan?”

“Mmhmm,” said Morgan. “That I’m the only one in the house left with common sense.”

“Exactly,” she told her. “So it’s your job to keep your daddy and Peter from doing stupid things.”

“I can try, mommy, but you know they aren’t very good at listening.”

Peter and Tony try to recreate something they’ve seen on a baking show, and it turns into a disaster when Tony gets out the blowtorch.

The cold wind raged against the lakehouse, and Peter pulled his throw blanket closer. It was patterned with Disney princesses and had pink fluff around the edges. He stared at Tony with envy.

He’d stolen the thicker, cozier throw blanket when he’d arrived down to the living room, along with the control of the remote, citing that it was his privilege as savior of the universe.

Tony switched on Netflix, clicked on a baking competition, and propped his feet up on the coffee table.

“Pepper banned us from watching this,” Peter told him. “And you’re supposed to keep your feet off the coffee table.”

“What are you? A snitch?” asked Tony.

“If it gets me my blanket back, then yes,” said Peter, crossing his arms. The living room was drafty, he was cold, and Tony was annoying.

“Guess I’ll just tell May how late you were out with MJ.”

Peter frowned. “That’s petty.”

“Snitches get snitched on,” said Tony. “I don’t make the rules.”

“You do actually, and they’re stupid ones.”

Tony pelted a throw pillow at him. It soared through the air and hit Peter directly on his head, messing up his already messy-from-sleep hair. Peter was about to retaliate by digging Morgan’s toy car out of the couch cushion and chunking it at him, but Pepper walked into the room, bringing with her the end to their petty fight.

She was dressed in her office attire, achieving the accomplishment of being the only person in the household to make it out of their pajamas that day. Morgan had followed Pepper into the living room, and frowned at Peter, probably for using her blanket.

“I have to go into the office for a couple of hours,” she announced. She looked down at Morgan. “You know what that means, right, Morgan?”

“Mmhmm,” said Morgan. “That I’m the only one in the house left with common sense.”

“Exactly,” she told her. “So it’s your job to keep your daddy and Peter from doing stupid things.”

“I can try, mommy, but you know they aren’t very good at listening.”

“Preaching to the choir, baby.”

“I resent that,” said Tony.

His eyes were glazed over while he watched the contestants use a blowtorch to put the finishing touches on some smore brownies, and Peter got a horrifying premonition about how the rest of the day was going to play out.

“Please remove your feet from the coffee table,” said Pepper. She kissed the top of Tony’s head, hugged Morgan goodbye, and left them, but not before Tony removed his War Machine patterned slippered feet from the coffee table.

“Told you so,” said Peter.

Tony threw another pillow, but that time, Peter managed to dodge it by ducking.

It happened just like it always happened. One minute Peter had been warning Tony about watching the forbidden baking show, and the next, just a few minutes after Pepper had left them, he was completely sucked in.

“We could make that,” said Peter, watching two contestants decorate a cake shaped like a tombstone. It was a halloween themed episode. Peter’s favorite.

“Of course we could,” said Tony. “And it’d be ten times better than that one.”

That was always how it started, too. By making these statements that would later be proven laughably false. Peter could see how this was going to end badly and with a messy kitchen, and probably a lecture from Pepper, but he couldn’t stop himself. Neither could Tony.

“You know what would be better than making the cake,” said Tony. “The smores brownies.”

“Yeah,” said Peter. “But we’d need a blow torch.”

“I have a blow torch.”

“You have one for, like, tech stuff. You need a food blow torch.”

“I’m pretty sure a blowtorch is a blowtorch, kid,” Tony told him.

Morgan popped out from under the couch, like the little spy she was. “I’m gonna tell mommy you’re trying to burn the house down.”

“Morgunna, light of my life,” said Tony. “Don’t you want some brownies?”

“Umm,” she said. “Can we put gummy worms on them?”

“We can put gummy worms on some of them, sure.”

“Yayyy!!” She pulled herself up off the ground. “Let’s go set the house on fire!”

Peter had been the one tasked with disappearing into the garage and locating the blow torch. Yeah, it was a bad idea, but Peter loved bad ideas almost as much as he loved sandwiches from Delmar’s.

He grabbed some safety goggles as well as the torch. Just in case. He had learned it was always better to treat the kitchen with as much caution as he treated the lab and the workshop, especially if Tony was the only adult around and the person operating the stove.

“Really, kid?” asked Tony, as Peter strapped the goggles around his eyes.

“First rule of workshop safety,” said Peter, before turning his attention to the drawers, pulling out spatulas, measuring cups, and any other essential baking tool.

“And you say my rules are stupid.”

“That was your rule.” Peter left out the part about Tony making that rule after Peter had almost accidentally poked his eyeball out with a screwdriver.

Tony gave Morgan a pack of gummy bears, and told her to keep lookout for Pepper. Peter didn’t see how that would matter. The kitchen would probably be so wrecked any warning Morgan could give them to her arrival wouldn’t be long enough to cover their crimes.

Their baking started without any trouble.

It was a mess, but whenever they were in the kitchen, that was unavoidable. Peter was just happy nothing horrific had happened, like that time Tony burnt his eyebrows off, or that time Peter slipped and fell on the whipped cream that had somehow gotten spread out all over the kitchen floor.

So, it was a miracle when Tony pulled the brownies out of the oven to cool, and nobody had been hurt.

Then it was time to get the marshmallows out, and Tony picked up the blow torch.

Peter was spreading out the marshmallows on the brownies when his hands felt hot. It took him a couple of seconds to register that Tony was setting his hands on fire. Tony, who switched on the blow torch without paying attention, and didn’t realize he’d had it pointed at Peter’s hands until he yelped, ran towards the sink, switched on the cold water and let it over his burnt hands.

“You burnt me,” said Peter.

Tony switched off the blowtorch. “You put your hands in the way!”

“My hands were there first!”

“Jesus, kid,” said Tony. He walked over and offered a hand on the shoulder for support.

“Dadddddyy,” said Morgan, coming into the kitchen. She stopped, and stared at the both of them huddled over the kitchen sink. “What are you guys doing?”

“Your dad tried to set me on fire.”

“Oh,” said Morgan, with a shrug. “What’s new?”

“Morgan,” said Tony. “Is there a reason you came in here?”

“Oh yeah! Mommy’s here.”

Pepper appeared as if on cue. Peter watched as her eyes moved from the brownie batter on the ceiling, the cocoa powder spread out over the counter and the floor, and finally, the lump of butter sitting on the floor, by her feet.

She released a long, weary sigh. “What is going on? Why is there a blowtorch in the kitchen?”

“Daddy tried to set Peter on fire,” said Morgan. “Should we tell Aunt May on him?”

“Next time I leave I’m hiring a babysitter.”

“That’s completely fair,” said Peter, still savoring the cold water hitting his crispy hands. After taking a blowtorch to his hands, adult supervision didn’t sound so bad.

Pepper ordered Tony to clean the kitchen up, sentenced the blowtorch to a lifetime imprisonment in the garage, and told Peter he’d better get some rest on the couch, giving him a cool pack to hold onto.

The living room was empty when he wandered into it, and Peter took his favorite spot on his favorite couch, reclaimed the remote, and mostly, reclaimed the thicker, cozier blanket.

He turned off the baking show, convinced that they were evil, and possessed people with impossible ideas just like pinterest.

He was halfway through some horror film when Tony joined him. This time he picked up the Disney blanket without complaint, and left the remote alone.

“Sorry about your hands, kid.”

“That’s okay,” said Peter. “That’s what I get for going into the kitchen with you.”

“I’m not that bad.”

Peter dropped the cold pack on his chest, and lifted his pitch red, already peeling hands up, putting them on display for Tony to see.

“Okay, I’m pretty bad.”

“No more baking shows,” said Peter.

“What about Kitchen Nightmares?”

“Only if Gordon Ramsay can come over and scream at you.”

“Wouldn’t mind that, actually.”

“It isn’t a baking show, anyway.”

It was as if a light switched on in Peter’s head. He turned off the horror flick, scrolled through Netflix, until he found a cooking competition to click on. It was different. Totally different.

“We could make that,” said Tony, watching the contestants on the show.

“Oh yeah, for sure,” said Peter, with complete confidence.

#febuwhumpday22 #burned #irondad #irondad fic #my fic

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prismarts · 3 years

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Happy Birthday Douxie!

“Plot: Illy worries that she may not be able to give Douxie something special for his birthday..

Notes: It’s honestly just fluff....Douxilly flufff, Douxie x oc cause I can’t resist man I love these dorks, Illy swears a bit due to panic, Just also Illy bonding with Archie and Nari, They are a family don’t @ me, RELATED TO THE BIRTHDAY ART I POSTED, ALSO YES I’M SO SORRY THIS IS LATE (CURRENTLY THE 20TH AS I AM WRITING THIS), also finished this and posted it on MY BIRTHDAY LMAO (the 21st xD)

“Oh fuzzbuckets! Bleeding balroths! Shit!!”

Illy kept cursing as she paced around the small apartment, Archie and Nari had been watching her do this quietly......for about an hour now.

It was Douxie’s birthday and she had been figuring out what to do for him, it was hard for her to come up with something. The last time she celebrated his birthday was around 901 years ago, his 19th birthday.

Well, technically, she didn’t celebrate that birthday with him...

She had convinced Merlin to let her do his chores so he could have the day to celebrate his birthday with Archie and she was thankfully able to....it was nice to see the apprentice at the time being excited about the day off on his day of birth.

That would explain why she wasn’t able to come up with anything currently...

“Illy, perhaps you should calm down for a minute so we can help you figure this out...” The familiar said as he jumped onto her shoulders, something he had been doing more often now that they have grown closer.

“R..Right...yeah...”

The wizard sat down on the rundown couch with a sigh as she ran her fingers through her short brown to blue gradient hair, “There’s not much we could do.... I doubt Douxie would like us walking around the city to get him a gift...”

They had been really cautious about leaving the apartment while Douxie was at work, they would go out together on his day offs but would usually stay in the apartment for Nari’s safety.

“I’m sure there is something we can make for him instead, Illy..” Archie said as he looked at her quietly, purring a bit to calm her down.

“Like, what? and before you say meat pies, I checked, we don’t have enough ingredients for them...”

“Surely, there is something we can make-”

They were both cut off when Nari came over with a cookbook that Douxie had gotten Illy when she finally learned how to use the kitchen, it was sweet of him.

“I found this in the book, will we be able to make this?..” The demigod opened the book to a page on birthday cake, Illy and Archie looked at each other as they....honestly found it surprising it took them this long to figure it out.

Illy smiled as she gently took the book from Nari as the demigod sat next to the two while she read through the ingredients. “We should be able to at least make two layers of cake with the things we have.... and I think we have some candles too.”

“I think we found the surprise we can make for Douxie” The familiar said with a smile.

After a while of gathering the ingredients, the three were ready to start baking. It should be simple enough since Illy was an experienced baker....

Things went well for a while as Illy started to measure out few of the ingredients they needed and mixing them in, Nari was trying to help but accidentally overestimated the amount of flour they needed.

The demigod pretty much filled a whole bowl with flour as she was trying to guess how much they needed. It was thankfully not that bad...even if they did get a bit of flour.....

Alright, a lot of flour on them.

It wasn’t anything that couldn’t be fixed though, thankfully. Illy was able to show Nari how to use a measuring cup and they were able to get the amount needed and messily tried to keep the rest of the flour.

It was already rather chaotic as Illy scrambled to make sure the flour bag doesn’t fall. It was close.

“I am so sorry, I did not anticipate this kind of mess...” Nari apologized as Illy ptted the nature lady’s head.

“It’s alright Nari....we can clean this up when we’re done.”

Still, Illy couldn’t help but laugh a little at how chaotic it became.....

That was what she thought anyway but it became a bit worse, she hadn’t realized it but the metal bowls she was using have been reflecting the light onto the bag of cocoa powder.

Which is bad when the familiar in the house happened to be a cat at the time.

Archie’s eyes widened as his cat instincts took over and he attacked the bag.

The bag fell onto the counter as a cloud of cocoa powder ended up all over the three, Illy coughed up the cocoa powder as she almost inhaled.

It was like an explosion of powdery chocolate that both sounds delicious.....and very deadly if inhaled.

Even Archie, who fell off the counter after his vicious bag attack felt affected by the aftermath of the explosion.

“Uh...my bad.”

T’was all the familiar could say about the accident as he looked up at the wizard and demigod who both had cocoa powder and flour all over them. Illy had an amused smile on her face as she petted Archie’s head, getting the cocoa powder on him.

The three shared a laugh at the mess they were able to make in the short amount of time.

It really was like tornados of flour and chocolate crashed into the kitchenette, in fact, the familiar almost rolled over in laughter as Nari giggled a little and Illy was practically wheezing.

Illy was able to calm down from her laughter as she sighed and continued to work on the batter while the demigod and familiar calmed down.

The wizard smiled as she mixed the batter happily, “Nari could you get the pans that are over there? and Archie could you check to see if the oven is done preheating?”

After a while and a lot of hardwork, the three were able to get the cakes in the oven and were in the middle of making the frosting until another chaotic disaster struck.

The sound of windows opening and a flurry of loud “Waka chakas!” can be heard.

“Shit! Fuzzbuckets!”

Illy shrieked as goblins crawled into the apartment, this was weird but then she remembered how tired Douxie was when he left for work. “Archie, Douxie forgot the portective wards....didn’t he?”

“It...would seem so, and it seemed like the scent of our baking might have attracted them here.”

The wizard let out a shriek as she kicked the goblin away and levitated the frostings with one hand and blasted a few goblins out the windows with her other hand.

Nari was helping blast the goblins out of the window alongside Illy while Archie turned into his dragon form and set a few of said creatures on fire before tossing them out the window.

It took a crazy amount of fighting but they were able to toss all the goblins out the apartment as Illy closed the window. She put the frosting bowls down before focusing her magic, putting her hands up as runes appeared. she tossed them around the apartment.

Protective wards.

She collapsed on her knees for a good while as she panted heavily, it was always draining for her to cast strong protection wards around the apartment as her magic wasn’t was strong as Douxie’s which was why he usually casted them.

Archie turned back into his cat form as he landed next to Illy on his feet and nuzzled her arm to comfort her, purring.

Nari went over to the wizard as well as she petted her head gently to comfort her friend, “You did well...”

The wizard smiled as she rested for a little bit with the familiar and demigod.

They were able to get the cakes out of the oven after a small bit and let them cool which took a while, which meant the three could relax on the rundown couch for a while.

The cakes were cooled by the time the sun was setting as Illy walked back to the kitchenette counter. She put one of the cakes on the plate and cut a bit of it out to flatten it off and make it easier to stack.

She snacked on the scraps as she gave a bit to Nari too, she didn’t need to eat, being a demigod but she appreciated the offer. She even gave Archie a little, after all, he was a familiar not an actual cat. He can probably eat a bit of cake.

The wizard used one of the spatulas to put some light blue frosting on the first layer of cake before humming and putting the second cake layer on top. She then put some darker blue frosting on top and was even able to decorate the cake with really white blue frosting and white sprinkles.

Nari and Archie smiled as they watched Illy work, the familiar spoke up in amusement, “You definitely are a better decorator than Douxie.”

The wizard and familiar shared a laugh, they remembered around 900 years ago when Douxie made her a small cake for her birthday that was quite messily decorated.

After she was done decorating the cake, Illy grabbed the few candles they got and put them on the cake, unfortunately they weren’t able to fit in 920 candles but..... 20 should be enough.

The three smiled at their work as Illy put her hands up and pulled the two in for a hug. They were covered in flour, cocoa powder, sugar and frosting. The kitchenette was still floured and cocoa powder.

They got into a tired fit of laughter that was a bit too loud, in fact they didn’t even realize it but Douxie had walked into the apartment and was now in front of them near the kitchenette.

“Fuzzbuckets...what happened?”

The three froze when they heard the amused voice of the birthday wizard, the wizard, familiar and demigod looked at each other as Illy soon giggled.

“Surprise, love!...”

That made Douxie smiled, he had been tired but this was...amusing and he felt rather heart warming...

He couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as he walked over to his small found family and looked at the cake, “I’m impressed...this looks delicious..”

He hummed and kissed Illy’s head gently, wrapping an arm around her as Archie climbed on his shoulders. “You lot must have gotten into quite the chaos for you to be absolutely messy....”

“You had no idea....”

“It was almost unbelievable..” The familiar added.

Nari agreed happily as she stood near them, excited to see Douxie enjoy his birthday celebration. Which he already was. She also put a birthday hat on his head, something the three were able to make while waiting for the cakes to cool.

Douxie let out a laugh, “Well, I say we leave the mess for later and get some time to relax together, how’s that?” He asked as he turned to the three happily.

“Only if you make a wish first, Archie, if you could do the honors..” At Illy’s request, Archie briefly changed to his dragon form to light the candles on fire before turning back into cat form.

Douxie smiled widely, he didn’t know what to think...

He honestly wasn’t expecting a surprise like this at all, he thought it would just be a normal day for him like any other. But the fact that Archie, Illy and Nari took the time and.....he wasn’t sure what else they had to go through just to make him something..

It warmed his heart, he couldn’t have asked for a better small found family to be around... His heart swelled as he took a deep breath before blowing out the candles.

On cue, the three cheered for him.

“Happy Birthday Douxie!!!”, and he was squished into a group hug as his beloved, Illy kissed his cheek. He let out a small chuckle, hugging them back and closed his eyes at the comfort with a smile.

He wished they could stay like this...happy and together like a family..

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY DOUXIE #THIS WAS ALSO LATE AS I REALIZE #ALSO IRONICALLY I FINISHED AND POSTED THIS ON MY BIRTHDAY XDD #toa #toa wizards #tales of arcadia #wizards tales of arcadia #douxilly #douxie x oc #illy douxie archie and nari being a family #toa douxie #toa archie #toa nari #hisirdoux #hisirdoux casperan #douxie #douxie casperan #tales of arcadia oc

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girls-scenarios · 5 years

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Burnt Brownies and Warm Hearts

Idol: Jessica (Formerly SNSD/Soloist)

Prompt: Can I request a fluffy scenario where reader and Jessica jung accidentally set off the fire alarm when baking because they're just that bad? If you don't write for her, maybe Krystal then? Thanks and love you guys!

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I meant to have more requests up by yesterday but I’ve been pretty busy since I got back so I’m sorry about that. I hope you all enjoy, and hopefully I’ll be able to post more requests today!

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It had been Jessica’s idea to make the brownies. In fact, she’d already decided that the two of you were going to do it before you even got home, so when you walked in the door, she was already ready with her apron on and the ingredients on the counter.

“I’ve been craving chocolate, so I wanted to make some brownies with you,” she explained when you walked over, your eyebrows raised in surprise. “It can’t be that hard, I printed out a recipe and everything.”

“We’re both pretty bad at cooking,” you said, not totally convinced even as she handed you an apron (although the chocolate already smelled pretty good).

“It’ll be fine! Baking is easy!”

“Have you ever baked?”

She shrugged, undeterred as she moved back over to look at the recipe. “Well, not really. Krystal did most of the work on the cake we made together. But it didn’t seem that hard, and this is brownies! They should be easy!”

“Famous last words.” You grinned as you tied on your apron, shaking your head. “Remember when you said making pancakes wouldn’t be that hard? I was getting pancake batter off the walls for weeks.”

Her cheeks colored and she huffed, holding up her spatula in a threatening position. “That was different! I didn’t have a recipe or instructions then!”

“Okay, true.”

“Now.” She tilted her chin up in the air, a sign that she was trying not to laugh, and you couldn’t help laughing a bit yourself. She was so cute. “Do you want brownies or not?”

Chocolate did sound good after a long day at work. Nodding, you stepped up beside her put your hands on the counter. “Yes I do. You win. Just tell me what to do.”

At first, everything was fine. There was only so much messing up you could do when it came to just mixing ingredients together, and most of it was pretty self-explanatory. Sure, you made a bit of a mess, and you were pretty sure she put in a little too many chocolate chips (meaning she just dumped the whole bag in) but it seemed to be going well.

Then, she had to melt the chocolate. The double-burner method had taken a few YouTube videos to understand, and you could feel your heartbeat picking up as you watched her try and balance the bowl on top of a now-boiling pot of water.

“It’s kind of too small but I don’t have a bigger bowl. Should I just hold it?”

“No! You might burn your hands. That’s not a good idea.”

“Then what do I do? Just let it tilt over and spill all the chocolate out?”

“Let’s see if we can balance it.” You grabbed one of the oven mitts from the nearby drawer and took the bowl from her, tilting it up and focusing hard on balancing it on the rim of the pot. It was difficult, because of course it had to be, but just when you were about to get it balanced....

“The chocolate is melted. I think we can take it off now.”

“Oh thank goodness.” You let out a sigh of relief and pulled off the bowl. Just then, to your surprise, the pot bubbled, splashing boiling water and making both of you yelp and jump back. Thankfully, none got on you, and Jessica rushed forward to turn off the boiler and move the pot off the hot stove before anything else could happen.

For a moment, both of you just stood there, shocked. Then, you looked at each other and burst out laughing.

“Apparently melting chocolate isn’t as easy as I thought!”

“That was so scary, oh my god.”

Giggling, Jessica shook her head and leaned back against the counter, relieved that neither of you had gotten hurt. “Well, at least that was probably the worst that could happen. Now we only have to whisk in the melted chocolate and combine our wet and dry ingredients.”

Laughing, you brought the bowl of melted chocolate over the counter, jokingly telling her that she sounded like a professional without a care in the world, believing her words. Oh, how wrong the both of you were.

It all seemed to be going so well. The oven had preheated, the brownie batter was actually looking okay (not professional, but yummy at least) and it hadn’t been too much of a struggle to get it in the oven and set a timer. In fact, the two of you were so confident in your abilities that both of you sat on the couch and turned on your favorite show, waiting for the alarm to go off.

At some point, Jessica looked up and sniffed the air, narrowing her eyebrows. “Does it smell a bit like smoke in here to you?”

You’d been preoccupied with the show, but when you glanced away and smelt the air, you noticed it too. The air almost smelt... burnt. “It kind of does. But I set a timer for the brownies.”

“Right. Maybe we should check anyway.” She reached over to grab the remote and pause the show before standing up and walking into the kitchen with you on her heels. As soon as the two of you stepped inside the kitchen, the burning smell became overwhelming, and immediately, the two of you began to panic.

“Oh my god, what happened?”

“I don’t know, let’s just get those brownies out of there!”

She grabbed a pair of the oven mitts sitting on the counter, and you threw open the oven to reveal blackened, smoking brownies. Thin smoke poured into the room and you let out a gasp, before immediately coughing.

“Babe, be careful.”

“I will be. Hang on.” Jessica quickly reached inside, face nervous as she carefully touched the pan a few times before grabbing it and pulling it out, dropping it on the now-cool stove top as soon as she could.

As you closed the oven, a shrill ring echoed throughout the apartment, and both of you jumped before turning around to look at the smoke detector. Sure enough, it was blinking, the loud ringing exploding from the small box and making Jessica cover her ears.

“Wait, what do we do?”

“Shut it off! Let me grab a chair!” Both of you were yelling over the ringing, and as you turned to grab a chair from the table so that you could reach the smoke alarm, she ran to open the windows, trying to wave as much smoke out as possible. As you reached up to inspect the fire alarm, you tried to remember what you’d done to shut the last one off. You’d pressed a button, right? You were pretty sure this model just needed the press of a button to be turned off, so you squinted at the little box and pressed the only button there, hoping that it was right.

Thankfully, the ringing stopped, and you let out a sigh of relief, quickly jumping off the chair. Jessica came back over, eyes wide as she looked up at the little box, and you pressed your hand to your chest.

“Well. That was eventful.”

She let out a little, nervous laugh. “No kidding. What happened?”

“I have no idea.” Now that you’d calmed down a bit, you walked over to inspect the oven and the brownies. You knew you’d turned on the timer, so what had happened?

“Wait. This timer. It’s for two hours!” Jessica quickly turned off the timer and the oven, and your eyes widened.

“Really? But I tried to do it for twenty-five minutes!”

“The oven timer is different than the microwave timer. You pressed a zero after twenty-five, turning it into two hours and fifty minutes.”

“Oh my god.” You just laughed in disbelief. “That would explain why they burnt! Why do they make these timers so hard to read?”

“To trip up dummies like us, I’m sure,” she said with a giggle, patting your arm. “At least we have a fun story now.” Both of you turned to look at the brownies, now burnt beyond eating, and she wrinkled her nose. “Those are not edible. Let’s just go buy some brownies from the store.”

Grinning, you put your arm around her. Both of you were covered in ingredients despite the aprons, her hair was a mess, and you were pretty sure you smelt like smoke now. But despite the scare, and despite all that, you found that you were still happy.

“I like that idea. Let’s just change first. And maybe take a shower so we don’t smell like we just escaped a house fire.”

“I don’t know, I think I smell more like burnt chocolate than smoke.” She brought up her arm to smell her sleeve. “Kind of like I just escaped a campfire that a bunch of kids dropped their s’mores into.”

“You have a very vivid imagination, you know that?”

She laughed and leaned into your shoulder. “You’re right. Let’s take a shower and change and then go get some brownies. And maybe some s’mores too, now that I think about it.”

“Are you sure that’s safe?”

She grinned up at you, with flour in her hair and a sparkle in her eye, looking as adorable and playful as she had when you came home. You were pretty sure that meant trouble. It usually did. “What, you don’t want any more adventures with me tonight?”

“As much as I love you, no.” You pressed an affectionate kiss to her forehead, holding back your laughter. “I’ll buy you double the brownies, though.”

She locked her pinky with yours before quickly giving you a kiss and a wink. “Then you’ve got a deal, love. We reconvene after twenty minutes.” She then turned on her heel and walked off towards the bedroom, a little skip in her step, and you couldn’t help the smile that spread over your features as you glanced back at the burnt brownies on the stove top. Somehow, you couldn’t say that you were surprised at the way things had turned out. But you weren’t mad at it, either. This wasn’t the first time the two of you had met disaster in the kitchen, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last time. You knew you were going to be smelling burnt brownies for weeks now. But it didn’t matter.

Because you wouldn’t trade these little moments moments of disaster with her for the world.

#snsd #jessica #femifics #girls generation #snsd jessica #jessica jung #snsd scenarios #jessica scenario #girl group scenarios #kpop scenario #girl groups #kpop girl groups

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kumeko · 5 years

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half-baked and undercooked

Characters/Pairings: Uraraka/Midoriya, Mina

A/N: Written for the @bubbletea-zine. Mina might have been a little too fun to write here.

Summary: Uraraka was going to confess today. Provided she didn’t accidentally break Midoriya’s laptop, spill a drink on him, or drop his food.

…

“Your boyfriend’s here.”

It took Uraraka a moment to register what Mina whispered, and a further moment to process what she was seeing. Midoriya had entered the café, standing awkwardly by the cash register as he waited for someone to take his order. Spotting them, he waved, and she gingerly waved back. It took her a moment longer to actually understand what Mina said, what her singsong tone implied. Quickly, she whipped back to her co-worker and hissed, “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Yet.” Mina grinned like a cat that caught the canary, her expression promising mischief. It usually meant fun, particularly when directed at her favourite targets like Sero or even Bakugou. But now it was directed at Uraraka, and she regretted ever encouraging her.

“You’re going to jinx me,” Uraraka growled. It had taken her months to feel brave enough to confess, and now she was on the verge of chickening out. “What if he heard—”

Mina snorted, covering her mouth as she giggled. “Him? Uraraka, he’s like a brick. He’s like that cake you tried to bake—”

“Right, right, got it.” She forgot to check the oven one time and Mina never let her hear the end of it. “Anyways, shut up.”

“Shutting up.” Mina zipped her lips, winking as she pushed Uraraka toward the counter. “Go get him, tiger!”

“That’s not shutting up!” One last glare over her shoulder, and Uraraka gave a big smile as she approached their over-crowded counter. They might have overdone it a bit with the baking this morning; cookies and cake almost burst out of the display rack and cashier baskets. “Hi, Midoriya-kun!”

“H-hi!” Midoriya was ramrod straight as she stood across from him — even his messy hair was at attention. Her heart flip-flopped as he smiled. “I’ll have—”

“The usual?” She guessed, grinning when he nodded eagerly. Over his shoulder, she could spot his laptop and books stacked at his favourite spot. Another long haul today, it seemed. He was even wearing his frumpiest sweatshirt, a comfortable choice when sitting for hours. “An exam coming up?”

“Something like that.” There was something off in his voice, something hesitant about the way he answered. Uraraka couldn’t quite place just what felt strange about it, just that it was strange.

“I can double the caffeine,” she suggested.

Midoriya visibly perked up. “Really?” Then he stood up even straighter, if that were possible, fidgeting with the ends of his sweatshirt; his fingers twisted the fabric nervously. “Actually, that’s not what…do you want…”

She slid the sales machine over to him, cocking her head curiously. When his face turned a dark shade of red, his mouth hanging open, she finally asked, “Is something wrong?”

“I-it’s nothing.” Quickly, he pulled out his phone and paid, almost running to his table. Silently, she hoped Iida would show up later — that exam must be hard if he was panicking this much. Law school was definitely no joke, but Midoriya had never acted like this before.

Maybe Mina was onto something if Uraraka knew him well enough to think that.

A low voice whispered in her ear, “You didn’t ask him.”

Uraraka jumped, almost head-butting Mina in surprise. With a sharp jab, she herded her coworker to the coffee machines so she could get to work on his order. “Mina,” she scolded.

“What?” Mina blinked innocently, her hands already putting together Midoriya’s favourite sandwich. Uraraka could almost see a halo above her head. “I’m just observing, as any good barista should.”

“That’s not what Yaoyorozu meant!” Uraraka could almost hear her boss’s stern lecture. Considering her, there was a possibility she’d ramble for hours, and it was bad enough enduring it after Mina had dyed her hair pink. “And he’ll hear you if you keep talking like that!”

“I think he’s a little busy.” Mina giggled as she toasted the bread. “He looks like a zombie.”

Peeking over her shoulder, she saw Midoriya staring blankly at his screen, his fingers hovering over his keyboard. Was he psyching himself up for studying? Either way, he wasn’t paying attention to them at least, and she gave a sigh of relief. “He looks really worried.”

“School does that.” Mina scowled as she slapped cream onto the bread. “Exams, tests, they should all burn.” Each word was punctuated by an aggressive shake as she mixed together the lettuce and meat for his salad next.

“You’ve been spending too much time with Bakugou,” Uraraka chuckled nervously. Staring at the drink she’d just made, she blanched as she saw the heart she’d subconsciously made in the foam. Quickly, she stirred with a spoon — Midoriya wouldn’t care if it was pre-stirred, and Mina would never let it go if she spotted it.

“Have not.” Mina pouted for a moment before pushing the rest of his order into her hands. She gave a sly wink. “This time make sure to ask!”

Uraraka stuck out her tongue. Busybody. But she was grateful— even if she could feel her courage withering away with every step she took. At least he wasn’t paying attention to her; he was concentrating on his laptop, his lips twisting as he thought hard. Midoriya was serious about everything he did, no matter how trivial, and she wished she could be as earnest as him. “Got your order.”

“Huh?” Midoriya jumped at the sound of her voice, a frazzled smile crossing his face soon after he noticed her. With shaky hands, he gratefully accepted the tray of food. It clacked with each movement he made, before it safely settled on the table. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” She set down his latte next to him before standing there awkwardly for a moment. With his gaze directed her, she lost almost all the strength Mina had given her. Rubbing her arm, she considered running away for a moment.

“Uh…” Midoriya looked at her quizzically, and of course he would, she’d just stood there silently for the last five minutes without saying a word. Maybe she should have taken that public speaking class, after all.

“Hard exam?” she blurted out, needing to say something, anything. Even a question as stupid as that, because of course it was a hard exam — it was law school. There was no such thing as an easy exam in that field.

“Huh?” He looked back at his screen before a soft oh escaped his lips. Scratching his cheek, he gave a weak smile. “Y-yeah! It’s really hard. I have three in a row.”

“Three!?” Uraraka stepped back, grimacing in horror. “Think you can do it?”

Midoriya shuddered for a moment at the question, paling rapidly before her eyes. His fingers started tapping the table as quietly muttered, “He’ll generally use the class notes…she likes to use textbook questions…” Frantic calculations practically seeped out of his skin, and she wondered why he didn’t take statistics or some other calculative job. Finished, he gave her a determined nod. “I will!"

Was it a confidence thing? Or was he actually certain? Either way, she beamed broadly at him, giving him thumbs up. “Good luck!”

Returning the thumbs up, he nodded. “Thanks!”

They stood there silently for a moment, and just like that, the conversation was over. Of course it was, it was a simple conversation, and she was lucky enough it had lasted as long as it did. Racking her brain, she couldn’t think of a thing to say. All she could think of were extremely corny ways to ask him out—If you pass, I’ll date you. She’d go out with him even if he failed. If you pass, you’ll date me. That sounded like a threat. Date me! That reeked of desperation.

Nope, it was time to cut her losses and escape. “Well, then—”

“Um, do you—" He turned a bright red, opening and closing his mouth a few times. His hands gripped his sandwich tightly before he finally sighed and shook his head. “Never mind, sorry.”

That was odd. Uraraka took a hesitant step toward him. “You sure?”

His forehead was touching the table now, his voice muffled. “Yeah.”

What was that? Uraraka stared at him before she waved and left. He really was acting weird today. Maybe he didn’t like his order? Midoriya was the kind of guy who’d quietly accept what he got instead of saying anything, so it fit. Musing it over, she didn’t notice Mina until she clapped her hand on Uraraka’s back once more.

“You’re a chicken.” Mina gave her a disproving look, a tut-tut more implied than said. Uraraka took it back; she didn’t need her help. Not in the least. It was not worth the teasing she’d suffer both now and later. “You didn’t even try!”

“I did!” Uraraka hotly defended herself, embarrassed by how correct Mina was.

“Surrreeee.” Mina sighed, shaking her head sadly as though she were a lost case. “This happens every. Single. Time.”

“I’ll try again later!” It didn’t even sound convincing to Uraraka's own ears.

“Right.” Mina’s brow rose, looking doubtful.

And in the span of an hour, that expression changed to one of disbelief. Uraraka had accidentally insulted Midoriya three times, broken two plates, and swapped an order. She was a monster, and her friend fortunately put her out of her misery by dragging her to the break room. “Take a break.”

“I—” Uraraka stood up, protesting, only to get shoved back down.

“Take a break!” Mina ordered, rolling her eyes as she left. “Before you accidentally destroy his laptop," she added on.

Which was a possibility now, Uraraka sighed as she sat down. Mina, the queen of skipping shifts, was telling her to skip a shift. Despite her embarrassment, she felt oddly honoured. Mina almost never did this for anyone.

What was she doing? She was so nervous over confessing that she was going to get fired. Or make him angry. It was hard to imagine Midoriya angry, but at the rate she was going, it could happen. Damn it. This day was not going anything at all like she’d hoped, like she’d planned. Resting her forehead on the table, she tried to absorb the coolness of the wood. Maybe she should try again tomorrow, or some other day.

Sitting up, she patted her cheeks and headed back to the main counter. That was it, she’d do it some other day. Any other day. Feeling better, she headed back.

Only to find him at the counter.

Looking around frantically, she found an oblivious Mina carefully putting sprinkles on a cupcake. On a single cupcake, completely ignoring Midoriya’s timid 'hello?'

Fine. She was an adult. She could do this. Uraraka plastered on a smile as she headed to the front. “Need anything?”

Midoriya’s face turned red the second he spotted her, and he really had to get that checked. “N-no. I…”

His corner was all cleaned up, his back hunched from the weight of his bag, and she filled in the blanks for him. “Done studying?”

“Yeah.” Midoriya nodded his head so fast, she thought it’d snap off. “At least, as much as I can.”

“Good luck,” she repeated, and maybe that was all of their conversations, a repetition of empty words and tomorrows. He always seemed to be holding something back and she, well, Uraraka could never say the words she wanted to say.

“Thanks.” Midoriya bit his lip as he looked up at her. After a few seconds, he hunched over more and weakly waved his arm. “See you later.”

“Bye.” Uraraka watched him turn, hunched over as though the world was on his back. Maybe it was. She could feel it on her shoulders too, the weight of the words she couldn’t say. Was this going to be all of her days? Just keeping quiet, keeping it? Her throat clogged with feelings she wouldn’t voice?

From the corner of her eye, she saw Mina give her thumbs up, and it was like a gunshot before a race, the trigger of a gun. Before she could stop herself, Uraraka yelled, “Let’s go on a date!”

There was an echo in her ears, and it took her a few seconds to recognize his voice, to notice that he’d turned around, bright red, and shouted the same thing. Instantly, her face shot into flames and eloquently, she asked, “Huh?”

He looked just as surprised as she did, but he recovered faster. “Please go out on a date with me!"

Somehow, they had both simultaneously asked each other out, at the exact same time. Uraraka swallowed, her mouth dry all of a sudden. This scenario had never played out in her fantasies. Her head nodded like a bobble-head. “Y-yes!"

Behind her, Mina cackled loudly, not even waiting for them to finish talking, and Uraraka silently promised to kill her the moment her shift was over.

#midoriya izuku #uraraka ochako #mina ashido #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #fanfic

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twixxtor · 5 years

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Joyri try to make a cake for Irene's birthday, but it goes horribly wrong

”Did you put the flour in?” Sooyoung asked through gritted teeth while looking at the not so great looking cake in the oven.

Yerim turned abruptly, gasping. ”Are you blaming me? You were the one supposed to give me the stuff to put in. If there’s no flour it’s your fault.”

”Well i taught you would remember to put flour in since it’s the most important ingredient of the whole cake! Jesus, do you have a brain?” Sooyoung stood up from the ground, leaning back against the counter, sighing.

Yerim paced around in the kitchen, ”What if we try to put the flour now? It’s not like the batter looks any different.”

Sooyoung snorted, looking at the younger girl, ”I guess, it’s not like we have time either.” She said before crouching down and taking the cake out of the oven again.

Reaching for the forgotten flour bag by the stove, only for yeri to try to grab it from her hand. ”Let me.”

”No, i will do cause you apparently can’t.” Sooyoung said, yanking the bag from her hands. ”Yes i can! Give it to me!” Yeri whined, reaching over the stove, accidentally turning it on.

”No, stop!” Both now pulling on the bag, forgetting about the kitchen rules set by the oldest of the group. Only existing because of the two youngest after almost setting the kitchen on fire.

The bag suddenly flying out of their hands onto the stove, immediately starting to burn to crisp, making the whole dorm smell like burned food withing seconds.

”Look what you did! I told you to let me do it,” Sooyoung yelled, marching out of the kitchen and passing a confused Joohyun.

Gasping right after coming to the kitchen and surprising Yerim, who managed to knock down the cake mold, batter landing on the floor and a little on the walls. ”Yerim, why the hell is the stove on fire?”

”What do you me- oh my!” Quickly jumping away from the fire, slipping on the batter and hitting her head on the counter. Joohyun quickly putting off the fire, already used to this and helped Yerim to the couch.

”We tried to make a cake for you, unnie.” She whined out now, holding her head. ”You two should know the rules. No cooking or baking in the kitchen without supervising.” Joohyun sighed. ”I know, I’m sorry.”

#anon #sfw #irene #joy #yeri #red velvet

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if-you-built-yourself-a-myth · 5 years

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Yellow Curtains - Chapter Two

Lucas Lallemant happens upon several people online who appear to be living lives quite similar to his own– maybe even the same. (Or, all the alternate Isaks find each other online when Even becomes famous)

Find part one here.

By the time the notification popped up on his phone sometime the following week, Lucas had almost forgotten he had sent the message at all. On Monday, he went with Yann to a skate park for the first time in a long while. He spent Tuesday with Eliott reorganizing the flat and shopping for kitchen utensils they were now missing since Manon moved out. Who knew that Mika didn’t actually own any of the pots and pans? Wednesday brought some much-needed alone time for he and Eliott to enjoy. On Thursday, he was too busy throwing little handfuls of flour into Eliott’s hair as they attempted to make muffins to think about Isak and Even.

His phone dinged, and he remembered.

isakyaki: Who are you?

Lucas paused in the flour fight to read the words again and check who sent them. Isak responded! A pseudo-famous person responded to a message he sent! The only problem was that the response was in English, which had never been Lucas’s forte, and that meant all their future communication would have to fall under the same language. He should’ve paid more attention in English class.

Eliott used this opportunity to rub a batter-covered finger on Lucas’s nose and dance just out of reach when Lucas made a move to grab him back. No doubt, today his boy was in rare form. Despite the perpetual dark circles under his eyes, Eliott managed to look happier and more awake than ever. His red shirt—stolen from Lucas’s wardrobe a while back—clung to his form like a second skin and sported a fine white dusting like powdered sugar on top of a fruit-filled cake.

“That’s not fair!” Lucas protested. He set his phone down on the countertop to dip his fingers in a cup of milk and fling the droplets at Eliott.

Eliott dodged. “You’re the one who got distracted.” He picked up a couple chocolate chips and moved as if to throw them, but decided better of it and popped them one by one into his mouth. Instead, he rubbed the excess melted chocolate from his fingers onto Lucas’s white shirt. That wasn’t going to come off in the wash. Damn it. Lucas rubbed the stain and found it only clung to the fabric further.

“Distracted with something important.” Lucas turned the phone so Eliott could read the message on the screen. “Isak answered.”

Eliott approached slowly, one arm behind his back. He put his forearm on Lucas’s shoulder and rested his chin there. “You messaged him?”

“Last week. I didn’t think he’d answer.”

“Well, I wouldn’t have. That message is creepy as hell. I would have blocked you the second I saw it in my inbox.”

Lucas felt Eliott’s free arm moving behind him, but didn’t realize the potential consequences until he felt something sticky crack on the top of his head. He didn’t need to touch the substance to know that it was raw egg.

“Fuck, Eliott!” The egg white dripped down Lucas’s forehead and beaded on his shirt. “Do you hear what I’m trying to tell you?”

“I win!”

“You haven’t won shit.”

There was a second where he was actually kind of upset about it, but he could never stay peeved when he looked up at Eliott’s smiling face. He’d seen Eliott’s sadness enough to cherish every moment Eliott was happy—even if it was at his expense. And the shirt was already doomed to the trash can. He could get another one. Instead of snapping at his boyfriend, he smiled right back.

“But seriously, what do I respond?”

Eliott shrugged. He threw a blueberry into the air and caught it in his mouth. When he smiled, blue stains covered his teeth. Lucas backed away, but Eliott advanced a little bit to wrap his arm about Lucas’s neck. “You want to taste?”

“You’re gross.”

“I’m not gross, I’m baking. Which we’re supposed to be doing together.”

Right, meant to be baking together. They’d had this Thursday planned since three weeks ago when Eliott wasn’t feeling so well. Lucas put down the phone on the counter once more and took Eliott’s hands in his own, palm to palm, where he cycled them together so that they formed a heart on the air. The stringy portion of the egg from Eliott’s fingers ran into his own, thickened by the flour and the premixed batter on Eliott’s fingertips. Disgusting. He pulled Eliott down towards him for a kiss.

“You know I love you, Eliott.”

“Me too.”

“How long is that going to be a joke for?”

Eliott tangled his hands in Lucas’s hair and kissed him once more. “For as long as we’re together, I’m not going to let it go.”

As long as we’re together, as if there was an expiration date? No, not in Lucas’s apartment, not when they were both so happy. “So… forever?”

Eliott laughed. Fuck, it was nice to hear Eliott laugh. “Yes, alright, forever.”

Their lips locked once more, a moment of domestic bliss. These were the moments worth living for. He felt Eliott’s hand slide up his shirt at the bottom and along the bare skin underneath, and then lower and lower and—this probably wasn’t the best thing to do in a kitchen, while making food, with their hands covered in muffin batter. Paint was bad enough, but food?

“I appreciate your offer,” he said, pushing away slightly, “but this relationship…” He trailed his lips along Eliott’s cheek. “…isn’t going to last…” He kept just far enough away that Eliott could feel his breath but couldn’t kiss him yet. “…if you don’t support me.” He gave Eliott a split-second peck and drew away to pick up the phone again. “What do I write?”

Eliott gave an exaggerated sigh. He leaned onto the counter with both elbows. “Fine. I say you should lay it all out. Tell the whole story.” He ticked a list off of his fingers. “Where you saw me, what happened there, Chloe, the joint, and then what we had after.”

“Isn’t that a bit forward?”

“It’s a bit forward to have messaged in the first place. If I were you, I’d give some specifics and wait for him to react to them. When he doesn’t, we move on.”

“Okay.” Lucas calculated a sort of summary and typed it all down. He let Eliott read over it before he pressed send, in case there were any typos. Eliott had a better handle on English than he did.

lucallemant: I met my boyfriend, Eliott, at a group meeting organized by our friend Daphne. When it was over, the two of us ran into each other again at the bus stop and he offered to smoke a joint together. I hadn’t even gotten his name yet when this girl Chloe showed up. She sat right in between us and shared the joint. I ended up dating her for a little bit after that, before cheating on her with Eliott.

He attached an image of Eliott from their last date, to give his story some authenticity.

lucallemant: I saw your interview and it sounded really similar to how you met Even.

Lucas almost turned off his phone to focus on Eliott, expecting the next response to come in another week like the first one, but Isak replied within seconds this time.

isakyaki: Weird.

isakyaki: So that’s Eliott?

That wasn’t more than a minute. Isak must have read something in that story that sounded even more familiar—or maybe he stalked Lucas’s Instagram and saw something there. Either way, Lucas knew a quick response meant something important.

“Look at that,” he told Eliott, passing him the phone.

Eliott didn’t take it; his hands were covered in enough gross shit to destroy the thing. Come to think of it, Lucas’s hands weren’t exactly the cleanest specimens to use for handling electronics. He wiped them on Eliott’s shirt.

lucallemant: yes, that’s him.

isakyaki: He looks like someone I know, I think

So he wasn’t alone in noting their similarities.

Lucas smacked Eliott on the shoulder. “He thinks you look like someone he knows.”

“I look like a lot of people.”

“Like who?”

“I don’t know.”

The oven dinged; it was preheated for the muffins. Eliott dumped the blueberries into the batter and began mixing it with a corkscrew; Manon took the whisks and no way was Lucas going to pay 7.12€ for a new one. They could get along fine with limited utensils. Manon also took the muffin tin, so this batch would be baked in the new mugs they bought on Tuesday. Eliott said several times that this would be a bad idea and that they’d probably set fire to whatever vessel they tried to cook in, and Lucas enjoyed ignoring his boyfriend’s voice of reason. Eventually, the older boy caved.

Eliott poured the batter into each of the mugs and arranged them in lines on a sheet pan. “How long does the recipe say to bake it for?”

Lucas didn’t want to exit the Instagram app to get back to the recipe, so he estimated the amount of time it took Manon last time she made any sort of baked good. “Thirty minutes.”

“And you’re sure about this?”

“Positive.”

“If it blows up in our faces, it’s your fault. Mika won’t get mad at me again, do you hear?”

The last time they did something like this, Lucas accidentally lit the pasta on fire and activated the sprinkler system in the flat. Mika had threatened Eliott with death if they did something similar again. It shouldn’t have made him sad, but it kind of did, to know that Mika really didn’t care for him that much and he was the outsider in their flat either way. Maybe if they kicked him out, he could move in with Eliott for good.

“Totally my fault,” he confirmed.

isakyaki: There’s a picture on your Instagram captioned “21hr21.” What’s important about that time in particular?

Well, that was when they took the photo. Because it seemed right. Because they were out with Yann and Arthur and saw the photo booth and thought, fuck it, and it just so happened to be at that perfect time. Did that time mean something to Isak?

lucallemant: Is it important to you?

He waited for a couple seconds, eyeing Isak’s typing bubbles on the screen below. Then they vanished. Isak had seen his message, but wasn’t going to answer right away. He supposed this was fair.

Eliott wrapped his arms around Lucas’s waist from behind and began to sway them back and forth together. “Pay attention to me,” he sang, to the tune of a song Lucas knew but couldn’t put his finger on. “Pay attention to me. Love me. Put down the phone and love me.”

“I do love you.”

“Then show me.” Eliott hooked a finger in Lucas’s belt loop and kissed him on the neck.

Lucas let himself melt into the touch. “Who would’ve thought that the man of my life would be so needy.”

“Oh, so I’m the man of your life?” Eliott recoiled with a smile.

“I sure hope so. Otherwise, things are going to get awkward.”

He brought the two of them together once more. Screw it. If they could make out covered in paint, muffin batter and egg really wouldn’t be that different. And if Lucas hadn’t gotten poisoned from acrylics right in his mouth, the chances of him getting salmonella were far slimmer. He hoisted himself onto the countertop for better access (why did Eliott have to be so damn tall?) and set the phone down beside him so he could cup his hands around Eliott’s face.

When his phone buzzed next, he didn’t hear it.

isakyaki: I just got another message. It’s from someone called Martino Rametta.

#skam #skam france #skam italia #skam nl #skam austin #druck #wtfock #isak valtersen #lucas lallemant #martino rametta #eliott demaury

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idesignedthefjords · 5 years

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RBB fic: Cupcakes and Magical Mishaps

For @rumbellebigbang . My beta is @avatoh. Thank you for putting up with my shit.

@galactic-pirates made the artwork and can be found here . Thank you so much for making it to ensure I still had art to go with my fic :) It’s really cute and it goes so well with the fic!

Summary: Belle's new baking hobby is halted when she runs out of a special ingredient and accidentally doses her sweets with a potion that the two of them end up ingesting.

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Rumplestiltskin looked outside the window of his tower and saw the Evil Queen riding away in her carriage. He hoped that she was ready to cast the Dark Curse soon, because he was starting to lose his temper with her.

It was all so much easier to get her to do what he wanted when she wasn’t the Evil Queen and just a girl trying to get rid of her mother, Cora. Oh well, he had only himself to blame for that, he thought.

The Evil Queen had learned well from him and became very skilled in finding someone’s weak point, a skill he possessed himself and she now knew his weak point was Belle. It was obvious to her and now becoming more obvious to him. Before her, The Dark Castle used to be Dark indeed. The curtains were always shut, and the smell of his magic was mixed with a musty and old smell. But with Belle’s arrival, there was a new smell in the castle. Hers, of course, she smelled sweet with a hint of roses. But also with Belle, there came the smell of fresh food being made. It was a hobby that surprised the both of them but certainly kept her busy. At first, it was mostly the scent of burned food, but lately the castle filled with the smell of sugar, cinnamon, fruit, and other delicious treats.

He sighed. He supposed the Evil Queen’s observation was right. But still, he would never admit to the fact that he was getting soft and he was starting to have a thing for his maid. Yes, he was still The Dark One, and her master, but part of him was also wishing that he was her lover as well. So instead of admitting to his feelings like a normal person, the situation had gotten to the point where Rumplestiltskin had to put an enchantment over the castle, to stop it from smelling so delicious and non-threatening. It was difficult to instill fear in the unfortunate souls looking for a deal when the castle smelled of freshly baked apple pie.

A few months ago, Belle would have blown up the kitchen if she ever attempted to bake something. When she first had attempted to bake simple shortbread biscuits, the kitchen filled up with smoke. She was close to tears as she took the cookies out of the oven, looking at the sweets that only resembled burnt sticks of wood when she was done with them.

Of course, Rumpelstiltskin had appeared in the kitchen; “Are you trying to set fire to my castle so you could kill the monster? Or are you creating a literal smokescreen so you can escape unseen? You promised forever, Dearie! ” He waved his hand and the smoke she had created from her baking disappeared.

Belle didn’t look at him. She refused to let him see her cry. “I know I promised forever! I was just trying to bake you some shortbread,” she cried out in frustration.

Rumpelstiltskin walked over to the oven and picked up one of the charred remains between his claws. “Ah I see, and are these the biscuits you wanted to make, or is this the wood you used to fire up the oven? I thought you lived here long enough to know you’re supposed to-” he stopped in the middle of his sentence. He was always mocking her cooking, but he decided she had enough for today. She was really trying her best to please him. A tear trailed on her cheek. He threw the biscuit (or what was left of it) back in the oven and walked over to her. He lifted her chin with his hand. “Belle, it was just a quip. I wasn’t serious. I know you don’t want to kill me. For some reason you are the only one who doesn’t want to kill this old monster, you strange girl.” He wiped the tear from her cheek. “Listen, if you really want to get better at cooking and baking, I can fill a section of the library with recipe books?”

Using books as a peace offering was always a good way to say sorry without actually having to say sorry and getting her to smile. He really loved her smiles.

“You would do that? Oh ,Rumple, I would love that!” Belle clapped her hands together in glee.

He waved his hand and Belle could feel the tingle of magic in the air. “There. Some cookbooks. But you know, you do have to follow the recipes. Cooking, and especially baking, is like making a potion. You have to measure the ingredients precisely, or the results can be disastrous,” Rumplestiltskin warned, vaguely gesturing towards the burned biscuits in the oven.

Belle ran up to him and hugged him “Thank you so much! I promise I will follow the recipes! You will be getting better food from now on!” She quickly let go of him when she noticed he was just standing there with his arms hanging besides his body. “Though… I think I will clean this mess up before l head to the library,” she stuttered.

“Yes... yes... that would be best. And, ehm,” he cleared his throat. “I will summon some food from the village for dinner. You’re a fast reader, but I don’t think we’ll be having a seven course dinner this evening yet,” Rumpelstiltskin replied. He looked like he didn’t know what to do for a moment and then he poofed away without the usual flourish of his hands.

Belle just smiled to herself and started cleaning the burned mess. She didn’t really know why, but she wanted to impress Rumpelstiltskin. Well, not just impress him, because he seemed impressed enough when she laughed at his jokes instead of running away crying. But she wanted to make him happy the way he made her happy. Because strangely enough, she was happy in the Dark Castle. Rumplestiltskin treated her with respect, unlike her former betrothed Gaston. He didn’t care for her, didn’t want to really know her like he did. Rumpelstiltskin was different, she could talk to him for hours about her favorite book and he would still be interested in what she had to say. She wanted to make Rumplestiltskin happy, and please him. Her cheeks burned when she thought of the other meaning of pleasing a man. She quickly opened some windows to let in some cool air. Not just so she could get rid of the burning smell in the kitchen, but to also to clear her head of any thoughts she had of pleasing Rumpelstiltskin.

It took Belle about 2 weeks to get through all the new cookbooks in her library. Now that she had actual recipes, she felt like making something edible would be an achievable goal. She was feeling more and more confident and during the weeks following and made quite a bit of progress. Rumpelstiltskin still sometimes teased her about her cooking skills, but it seemed like he was getting more and more impressed with her dishes as time went on. At least, that is what she assumed, seeing as he was too busy stuffing his face to make any comments. One of his favourites seemed to be the meat pie, so she made sure to make one at least 3 times a week, each time with a different meat. And of course, he had a sweet tooth as well so she made sure he had dessert every evening.

Rumpelstiltskin was kind enough to bring her ingredients from all over the realms, and new cookbooks with recipes on how to use them. She had made vanilla custard when he brought vanilla pods back from his travels to Agrabah, moon cakes filled with red bean paste from The Empire, lemon cake with poppy seeds from Oz (although he always seemed angry when he returned from that place), and he gave her a rose garden so she could make her own rose water. He claimed he just liked the smell of roses, and the taste of rosewater in her sweets.

Of course, that was his excuse, but Belle suspected he gave her the rose garden because they happened to be Belle’s favorite flower and he remembered her telling him this when she read a book about herbology. And maybe he remembered this fact about her because he liked her, she hoped. She liked him too. As a friend at first, but as time passed she got more feelings for him. She would often feel butterflies when he did something that would be mundane to others. The concentration on his face when he was spinning, the way he walked, the way he would look at her when she spoke about a story she had read in a book.

Or like the way he ate her food.

Oh yes, she really enjoyed watching him eat her food. The noises he made while eating sounded to her like a kitten eating. She thought Rumpelstiltskin had the cutest reaction to her serving dessert. He would do this wiggle in his chair and his eyes would go bigger. People always thought she was a strange girl, and she wondered just how strange she really was if she thought the feared Dark One was cute or comparing the sounds he made to a baby animal. It wasn’t just that he sounded cute, but the way he formed his mouth around the food, the way his tongue would slide over his lips to get every taste of the food she made, and she felt pride at that.

She wondered how his mouth would form over her, but then she quickly shook her head and focus on her own plate. She didn’t want to think about him like that too much. “It’s probably because we’re the only ones in this castle. It’s just him and me, forever. That would make anyone lonely and hungry for human contact,” she thought to herself. And yes, she really thought of him as human. She was convinced he was a man, not a monster as he called himself. A monster wouldn’t have given her a library, or a rose garden, or would think to bring her new and exotic ingredients.

After dinner, Belle would often retreat to the library and Rumplestiltskin would follow an hour later after he was finished with his work in the tower. He had eventually moved his spinning wheel to there as well. “It’s just that the light is better here in the library, Dearie!” he kept insisting. But Belle suspected it had more to do with him being lonely and seeking her company. Or perhaps because he really liked her, and she really hoped he liked her in the way she liked him; something beyond friendship.

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Like any other evening, Belle had retreated to the library and Rumplestiltskin was spinning his straw into gold. She had started a new book about the various holidays in other realms. This holiday was celebrated in several realms, and she had heard from it from her friend Anna. It was called Valentine’s Day, and on that day people would send each other cards, flowers, or gifts. It wasn't a holiday just for couples, but you could also send someone you were in love with an anonymous gift. Or you could send it to a friend, to express your appreciation for your friendship. Belle thought it was a lovely tradition. She wondered who she would send an anonymous gift to. She didn’t have any contact with her old friends, and she wasn't sure they would want to keep contact with here now that she was living with the Dark One. The Dark One, well, she considered him to be a friend now. It would be impossible to send him something anonymously, but she could always give him a gift. If he really liked it, maybe she would have a chance of becoming more than just friends. And if he didn’t...well, she didn't really want to think about that, then she could always tell him it was a gift to honor their new friendship. So all she had to do was think of the perfect gift and everything would be okay. Rumplestiltskin had a bit of a sweet tooth, of course, so she decided she would bake him a cake. A small cake. Or maybe cupcakes. She could bake them individually and if she messed up, she could always try a few more times. All she had to do was pay attention to the recipe. She had gotten so much better since her first attempts. Belle started searching her cookbooks for the perfect cupcakes until she came across raspberry rosewater cupcakes. That’s what she would make! He liked the taste of rosewater, and she had just picked fresh raspberries from the garden. It was perfect.

She started working on the cupcakes the very next day, carefully weighing all the ingredients listed in the book. She remembered Rumplestiltskin’s warning “Cooking, and especially baking, is like making a potion. You have to measure the ingredients precisely, or the results can be disastrous.”

She had placed all the ingredients in bowls on the kitchen table, and just needed one more ingredient: the rosewater. She searched the kitchen for a bottle but she couldn’t find any. Strange… normally there were several bottles of it, and now nothing. Then she remembered Rumplestiltskin would often raid the kitchen for ingredients for potions when he didn’t want to bother to get them from the village. She sighed, she had told him many times to just tell her when he took something out of her kitchen. But every time Rumplestiltskin had just giggled his impish laugh and reminded here whose kitchen this really was.

‘Two can play that game’, she thought, and she set out to his tower. If he could use the stock from the kitchen, then surely she could use his, right?

She opened the door carefully, peeking around the corner to make sure he wasn’t in there. She wasn't forbidden to go to the tower, it’s just that he alway became very nervous when she did. “Don’t touch anything! Watch out where you walk! This is dangerous magic!” he warned her. She smiled to herself, he was always so worried and protective of her. How different he acted towards other people. To them he truly was the Dark One, but with her, he was just Rumplestiltskin.

She searched the shelves behind the workbench for the rosewater. She had some difficulty reading the labels on the bottles, they were a bit dusty. With Rumplestiltskin fussing over her whenever she came in, she never had given the shelves a good dusting. Even when she wiped away the dust it was difficult to read. This wouldn’t do. She knew she had made fresh rosewater two weeks earlier so she set out looking for bottles without much dust on them. Finally she found it! She recognised the bottle shape, it didn’t have much dust on it, and it look like rosewater. She popped open the cork and carefully smelled the water. The familiar smell of roses reached her nose and she quickly popped the cork back in and went down to the kitchen.

She could finally start baking the cupcakes!

When Belle started to pour out the rosewater in her measuring cup, her mind kept wandering towards Rumple as she stuck a finger into the frosting and batter to taste test what she had made before putting it into the oven. She almost couldn't stop herself from eating the buttercream after she had made it; it was just so darn delicious today. She smiled, proud of her cooking.

After putting the cupcakes into the oven, Belle thought having freshly plucked rosebuds would make a lovely decoration for the cupcakes; and hopefully the fresh air would clear her head her bit. She went outside to the garden adjacent to the kitchen and went passed the fresh herbs that were growing there.

Rumple had magically planted those for her when she told him about the different herbs and spices being used in recipes from her cookbook. She smiled at the memory of him surprising her with yet another gift. He had led her blindfolded into the garden. A shiver went down her spine when she remembered him standing flush behind her, his hands warm on her shoulders, and his mouth close to her face when he whispered for her to remove her blindfold.

Suddenly, she was awaken from her daydream by a noise coming out of the kitchen. She instantly worried about her cupcakes. What is the oven had exploded ...again?! Just like it had when she had first started baking! All of her work for nothing! She ran towards the kitchen, but slowed down when she didn’t smell any burning and heard a familiar sound. The sound of Rumpelstiltskin eating! She could recognize that purring from anywhere!

Rumple had not spotted her yet so Belle quickly and quietly snuck back into the kitchen. He already got the cupcakes out of the oven and was now eating one with his back still turned to Belle. The bowl with buttercream was abandoned but she could see he had eaten quite a few spoonfulls of it. It was not enough to decorate the cupcakes anymore. Belle carefully picked up a wooden spoon from the table, sneaked up behind him, and smacked him on his bum cheek: “BUSTED!”

Rumplestiltskin yelped and turned around on the spot, his hands raised, ready to cast a spell. When he saw Belle, his face went from fear, to relief, to anger, then back to fear again when he noticed her expression. “Belle, I could have turned you into a snail! I might still do that actually, why did you hit me?”

Belle looked at him angrily, but with a hint of something else he didn’t recognize in her “You know how much work it is to make these cupcakes and you knew I tried to hide the buttercream but you still went ahead and ruined the surprise!” Belle smacked him again with the spoon.

“Ouch! Could you stop hitting me!? I’m sorry, okay, I was just hungry.. Are you forgetting who is master of this castle?! I will turn you into a fro-OUCH!” Belle didn’t let him finish his sentence.

“Now I hardly have any buttercream left!” Belle sulked. She stepped towards the bowl and when she reached for it, brushing Rumplestiltskin’s arm. She noticed just how close their faces were. “You ehm… have some buttercream right there...”, she reached for his lips and wiped a blob of buttercream from the corner of his mouth with her finger. She held her finger in front of his eyes, and before she could wipe it in her apron, Rumple took her finger into his mouth and sucked the sweet treat right off her finger.

Without breaking eye contact he thanked her “Thank you for that.” He licked his lips “You know, since you don’t have enough buttercream left to decorate the cupcakes, maybe I can eat the rest of it as well?”

Belle suddenly had an idea. Not to say she hadn’t had the idea before, but it just so happened to pop into her mind again due to her current situation. Her cheeks heated just thinking about it. Someone had to take the next step, and Rumple seemed to have taken the first one when he took her finger in his mouth. “Well, I could can decorate something else? And you do still look kind of hungry,” she suggested, hoping he caught the innuendo.

Rumplestiltskin saw something change in Belle’s eyes and gulped. “It seems I’m not the only one who is still hungry, my dear, but what exactly are you hungry for?” he asked. His voice sounded lower than usual and it re-awakened the butterflies in her stomach.

“Rumple. I-” Belle cut herself off. “I want you.”

“What?”

“I want you to do things to me. With the frosting,” Belle said, not quite believing her boldness in this moment. It felt good.

Rumplestiltskin lifted Belle up the kitchen table “Are you sure about this Belle?” he asked.

“Yes,“ Belle smiled and started to unbutton his shirt in reply. “I’ve been waiting for this for the longest time! I want more!”

Rumplestiltskin chuckled and started working on the laces of her dress, taking his time. Belle huffed in frustration and moved her hands wanting to speeds things up but Rumpelstiltskin pushed her hands away “No, I want to savor this moment. And you still can change your mind, Belle. Just tell me if you want to stop and I will stop,” he said softly.

Belle leaned forward, making their foreheads touch each other. “I know you will, and I trust you. But right now, I need you to hurry up!”

Rumplestiltskin carried on with the unlacing and still took his time, wanting to ensure he would remember every last detail. Once the dress was unlaced, he pushed it down her shoulders, caressing them, feeling her soft skin under his scaley, monstrous fingers. He paused for a moment to make eye contact with Belle, asking for silent permission. When she whispered,“Take me,” ever so softly in reply, he pushed the dress further down, exposing her breasts, shocked. As if he were in a dream.

His hands slid down from her shoulders to her breasts as he held them and showered them with kisses. He then grabbed the buttercream, earning him a questioning look from Belle, and smeared some of it on her neck, making a trail across her chest towards her breasts, slowly making circles on her nipples. He pushed her dress further down so it would fall to the floor, and he made another trail across her stomach, down to her inner thighs. Belle spread her legs as on instinct. Rumple giggled. “Such an impatient girl.” He licked his lips and slowly kissed her. Their kisses became more frantic, he was no longer holding back, addicted to the sensation already. Every time Belle tried to touch him to get closer to him, he pushed her hands away. Not yet. He still wanted to savor this. Her groans became more frustrated, and suddenly Rumpelstiltskin pulled away completely. Belle wanted to complain, but he already attacked her neck with kisses and licks; following the trail of buttercream he had laid out. The taste of both Belle and the buttercream combined was absolutely heavenly.

His tongue circled around her left nipple, driving Belle mad. Then he took it in his mouth and sucked the remaining cream off with a pop, surprising Belle with the sensation. She could no longer hold back the moan she’d been holding. He let out a low laugh, the moan music to his ears, and moved to her right nipple, giving it the same treatment as the other one. He trailed off to her stomach, wasting no time here as he sucked and licked the cream off her skin. He caressed her breasts, and got back on eye level again, his face suddenly serious. “Belle, are you absolutely sure about this?” He dragged circles on her budding nipples with his thumb, waiting for her reply.

“Yes, I’m sure, now, stop asking me that. It’s not fair to ask me this while you’re driving me mad!”

Rumple smiled and pinched her nipple, drawing out a moan. “Oh, that is a lovely sound,” he smirked. “I can’t wait to hear it again.”He smiled and lowered his head to kiss her breasts, trailing down her stomach, ending at her thighs. He carefully pushed her back on the table so she laid flat on her back and conjured a pillow out of thin air. “We should have done this in a more… comfortable setting, but I’m not sure we will make it, so I hope this is sufficient,” he explained. “But I want you now.”

Belle leaned back, raising her hips in hopes that he would understand what she wanted. “I just want you too, Rumple.”

He looked up and down her body as his hands followed. “Not so fast, sweetheart, I have to follow the trail first!”

Belle huffed out in frustration as his hands moved to her hips, holding her as he bent over between her legs. He lightly tickled her inner thighs with his hair, as he left kisses all over them while going further up, when eventually he reached the place in the middle. Belle felt his lips brushing over her curls, followed by the sensation of light little bites. She never thought getting bitten would feel so good.

He had already started to lick her outer lips, when he took her labia in his mouth and sucked on it. He pushed her legs further apart and with his hand he parted her curls and lips. Belle almost knocked the cupcakes off the table, feeling a moment of panic by being so exposed. It was just for a moment and Rumpelstiltskin didn’t even notice it. He pushed his tongue further in. The combination of his curls dancing between her legs, the feeling of his tongue lapping and the vibration of his moans against her almost made Belle come then and there.

Then, he suddenly stopped licking, looked up to her with a devilish smile and dove back down again, licking her clit like it’s the last thing he would ever taste. Just when she felt like it was becoming all too much, he carefully slid one finger in her and curled it so it hit a particular sensitive spot within her.

Belle felt a tingling warmth coming from her toes spreading all over her body and exploding behind her eyes. Rumpelstiltskin gave her a few moments to gather herself, but he didn’t take his finger out of her yet. Belle looked at him, puzzled and panting.

“You don’t think I’d let you get away with hitting me, did you?” he smirked. Her eyes grew big and Rumplestiltskin immediately worried that he had scared her.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. You hurt me more with that spoon more than I will ever hurt you,” he reassured her. He lowered his head again and started lapping at her clit again, this time slower.. He also slowly worked another finger in her. She was relaxed and wet enough so it didn’t hurt, she just felt more full. He started moving his long fingers in a steady but fast rhythm inside of her.

Belle was still very sensitive after her orgasm and it felt too good. “Oh gods, Rumple, please, please- I can’t- oh gods-” she begged him, not really knowing if she wanted him to stop or not to ever stop. He laughed against her and the vibrations hit her clit, surprising her and she let out a scream.

“Oh, so you like that, don’t you?” he continued to hum against her. Belle almost started to panic because it was almost too much to handle. She felt the familiar feeling from before coming over her again, and this time it was much more intense. She was sure she screamed something, probably Rumple’s name, but she wasn’t sure. She felt his fingers being removed from her body, and she shivered.

Belle was feeling dizzy and her skin was still tingly and sensitive from the unfamiliar touches. Now it was suddenly over and she was left wanting more. More of his touch against her skin, more of him inside her, more of everything. She felt overwhelmed. Rumpelstiltskin picked her up and for a moment they were engulfed in a purple smoke. When the smoke cleared, she looked around and noticed they were standing in her bedroom.

Rumpelstiltskin smiled shyly, suddenly looking like he was unsure of what to make of everything. “I uhm- I wasn’t sure if you wanted to go to my bedroom, but now I’m not sure I should have come to yours. I know it’s private, but I didn’t want to you to walk to your room. Your legs couldn’t probably hold you just yet. You are also all sticky from the buttercream, my dear. Why don’t you take a bath?” he suggested.

“But- what about you?” Belle asked. “You have given me pleasure, but what about you?” she caressed his cheek.

“You are here forever my dear, remember? There is enough time for me later. We don’t have to do everything in one night. Now, let me run that bath for you,” he replied.

After Belle washed all the stickiness of the buttercream and her own juices off her body, she dressed herself in her nightgown and braided her wet hair. When she walked out into her bedroom, she was happy to find Rumpelstiltskin still there, looking a bit awkward sitting in one of the chairs.

Belle walked over to him and sat on his lap, curling up against him with her head against his chest. Rumplestiltskin froze for a moment, not sure what to do with himself, and then soothingly rubbed her back. It all felt a bit awkward, now that they were out of the kitchen.

They had shared something intimate but that moment was over and now they both didn’t know what to do or say. And there was something bothering her. “Rumple… what just happened in the kitchen?” she started.

Rumplestiltskin snorted “Well, I’m sure you have read about it in one of your books”. Belle smacked his chest “No, that’s not what I meant. I meant that we- we normally don’t act like that with each other. I wanted to make those cupcakes Valentine’s Day, so I could show you how much you mean to me. But that it would end like this- well I hoped it would but it all happened a lot faster than I had planned.”

“Ah that,” he hesitated. “I might be able to explain. You see, I noticed you have been in my tower and there was a potion missing.”

“A potion?” Belle sat up with a jolt. She could have grabbed a dangerous potion! Who knows, she wasn’t able to read the label properly! She looked at Rumplestiltskin but he didn’t quite dare to look her in the eye. A realization hit her “Wait- Rumpelstiltskin, was that a love potion I used?! Do you deal for love potions?!” she cried out.

“It wasn’t exactly a love potion. Those don’t exist anyway, you can’t make someone love you. Lust potions however, do exist.” he explained. “But you didn’t use a lust potion either!” he added hastitly when he saw Belle’s face. “You accidently grabbed a potion that is a bit similar… a potion that takes away your inhibitions. It doesn’t make you do anything you didn't want to do in the first place. it just makes you a bit more- free to act upon your desires. So I guess, what you really desired… was me.” he looked smugly as he said this.

“Don’t give me that look, Rumple,”Belle replied “because I remember you eating from the buttercream too and you were a happy participant so I guess you desired me too!”

Rumple scoffed. This was true.

“But there will be a next time, right?” Belle asked, almost nervously. “This wasn't just-”

“Yes, Dearie. There will be a next time.” Rumple said as he kissed the top of her head. “Lots of times more, if you want.”

“Yes. I do. I really do,” she said as she snuggled back into him.

#rumbellebigbang #rumbelle #rumbelle fic #ouat

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aethelar · 6 years

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Yo- what about Newt being the protective one of Theseus? I mean, everyone is drooling over the war hero and eye catcher Theseus but no one knows of stormy winter nights when he is doubling in pain over the table because cold weather stirs his old wounds, or early mornings when he is sweating bullets and screaming during nightmares, or New Year celebrations he tries to avoid because fireworks remind him of explosions too much... Except for Newt. Newt is always there, an unmovable rock, a

root in the ground, steadying Theseus amidst the storm. Newt is a ray of sunshine and smell of flowers in the dark room, he is the herbal tea and chocolate warming the body and banishing the cold, he is the soft voice guiding Theseus out of his feverish dreams. No one pays much attention to Theseus’s younger awkward brother but they don’t know that he is the one keeping Theseus alive. And when Grindelwald attacks a Ministry of Magic reception and Theseus is caught in the middle, it is Newt who stands tall and shields him from the spells, and it is Newts patronus that guides Theseus out. IDK i have lots of Theseus-Newt feels but it goes both ways- Theseus is very protective of his sunshine noodle of a brother, and Newt is very protective of PTSD-suffering Theseus.

Can I just say this is perfect and I love it. I have very little experience of PTSD so I wouldn’t know how to write Theseus to do it justice, but please consider:

Theseus’ first girlfriend was called Kate and Newt, in theory, has nothing against her. She’s a year younger than him, generally happy, smiles a lot, and Theseus is so delighted to have any relationship at all that he trips over himself to give her anything she could possibly ask for.

Newt is wary of that last part because Theseus gives pieces of himself away with never a thought for what it costs him. He gives and gives and never expects anything back and one day he’s going to run out if Newt isn’t there to watch out for him, but for now, for his first crush and his first love, Newt will allow it.

He allows it up until Theseus graduates and Kate is left at Hogwarts for one last year; he allows it until he can see Theseus stretched thin between his training and his work and Kate still expects to be front and centre in his life and have on permanent call if she needs him; he allows it until Theseus begs off drinks at the pub and stops going to quidditch matches because she doesn’t like it when I’m out without her; he allows it until Kate accuses Theseus of seeing someone else behind her back because she feels he’s never there for her when she needs him anymore despite Theseus running himself to the bone to try and keep her happy.

“Perhaps if you didn’t have four breakdowns a week about how Lizzie’s prettier than you,” Newt remarks idly, shamelessly eavesdropping on their private conversation. “I mean, it’s not like he’s got his own things to worry about that actually matter or anything.”

“Newt,” Theseus growls, “Piss the fuck off.”

Newt shrugs, still infuriatingly casual in the way that only younger brothers can be, and saunters out. “Just saying,” he says as he goes.

“Well don’t.”

She and Theseus break up three weeks later. Theseus is, outwardly, devastated - but Newt’s better at reading him than that and he can see the way Theseus settles, focuses on his studies and relaxes without the stress of a relationship gone sour.

“No need to thank me,” he says, swanning past and stealing the last bite of Theseus’ sandwich.

“Pain in the ass!” Theseus calls after him, and that’s the first one.

The second one is called Paul. He seems nice - he’s a warder, and Newt doesn’t hesitate to pick his brains for all the runic knowledge he can find. He claims to be doing it to test Paul’s patience, and Paul actually seems to hold up pretty well. He also makes a decent cup of tea which is one up on Kate, and when Theseus comes home late Paul’s already got started on dinner, so that’s excellent too.

Then Paul has the audacity, the absolute fucking audacity to get sent on assignment to Wales and fall in love with the son of a client and that’s it, his heart is getting carved out with a rusty spoon, Newt is on the war path and he knows no bounds because how dare

“Newt,” Theseus says tiredly, interrupting Newt’s progressively more high pitched rant. “It’s sweet of you, but I’m fine.”

“Shut up,” is Newt’s eloquent retort. He piles another slice of chocolate cake on Theseus’ plate and replaces his cold cup of tea with a fresh one, because broken hearts require chocolate and tea and vengeance. “If I ever see him again I’ll trample him with a hippogriff for you.”

“It’s probably a good thing then that he’s moved to Wales,” Theseus says drily. He wilts under Newt’s aggressively caring attention and dutifully eats his cake.

“Hippogriffs fly,” is Newt’s only answer. “I’m sure Mum won’t mind.”

“Newt, no.”

Newt grumbles and contents himself instead with setting the timer on the oven for the next batch of cake.

Number three is a nameless douche of a one night stand that drops Theseus the next morning, then swings round again two months later because his wife is out of town again so does Theseus want to pick up where they left off?

Theseus spirals himself into a small ball of agony about accidental adultery and Newt force feeds him hazlenut dacqouise and loudly discusses the several ways - several ways Theseus, take your pick, Newt is more than happy to do multiple if you feel like it - that he could commit murder and get away with.

“You can’t just kill my exes,” Theseus protests, but it lacks his usual conviction.

“I’m not killing your ex,” Newt says hotly. “I’m cleansing the earth of scum, that’s what I’m doing. Will you at least tell me where he lives so I can release a swarm of doxies in his bathroom?”

Theseus laughs wetly and doesn’t tell Newt, because he’s not entirely sure if his brother will go through with it or not.

Number four is called Ameena, and for a while there, for a good couple of years Theseus thinks she could be the one. She’s studying to be a lawyer and she’s quick and funny and makes Theseus laugh; she also stays up with him until three in the morning debating world problems and how they’re going to solve them when Theseus runs the auror department and she runs the legal side. She’s never less than sweetness and light to Newt and, though she and Theseus have the odd argument, she never hesitates to say sorry after and buys him a dozen red roses each time to make up.

She’s almost suspiciously perfect, in fact. Newt goes to her graduation and sits in the back with Theseus and squints at her, trying to find her flaws. It’s not until she’s moved from college to job that he spots it - and even then it’s a frustrating one, because Ameena’s flaw is that she works too hard.

“Being a lawyer is a demanding job,” Theseus points out, setting both bowls of pasta on the table.

“Yes,” Newt says, awkwardly balancing two glasses, a fistful of cutlery and a bag of grated cheese in his arms, “But so is being a girlfriend and I just think you matter too.”

Theseus rolls his eyes and rescues the cheese. “Do you want me to start whining at her that she comes home too late and doesn’t spend enough time with me? I love her, and part of that is supporting what she wants to do as much as she supports me.”

Newt carefully doesn’t point out that from where he’s standing Theseus is doing a lot more of the supporting. It’s not like being an auror is an easy job or anything.

“Besides,” Theseus adds. “If Ameena didn’t work late we wouldn’t have brother-nights so often and then what would you do with your time?”

“I have a social life!” Newt sputters. “I totally have things to do!”

Theseus raises an eyebrow and Newt makes dramatic, over the top hand gestures to illustrate how very busy and in demand he is at all points in time (lies, all of it lies) and Newt resolves to try to be nicer to Ameena, because if Theseus loves her this much then she can’t be all bad. Newt is probably just being overprotective.

When Theseus firecalls him at two in the morning it takes Newt a second try before his bleary sleep fogged mind can process.

“She left,” Theseus repeats. “She said - she said it was for the best, she said she didn’t have time for a relationship and it wasn’t fair to me, she, she said -” his voice breaks and he stops, and Newt physically pushes his head back into the fire so he can crawl through and provide emergency hug.

“Rusty spoons,” he promises darkly, patting Theseus on the back and staring murderously into space.

“Newt, no,” Theseus protests. “What if I tried harder, what if - we were talking about kids, what if I promised I didn’t want kids, maybe that’s what it was.”

Newt snorts and hugs tighter. “You so totally want kids,” he says. And Theseus should so totally have kids, because Theseus is the perfect kind of person who’s made to play tiny games of cricket and run a barbecue in socks and sandals and embarrass his family with really bad jokes. Theseus has been handling his wild younger brother all his life, he’s had two and half decades of practice at this whole parenting thing and Newt won’t let him give up his dream for someone else. He won’t.

“But -” Theseus starts and Newt holds a hand over his mouth to stop him.

“It’s the shock talking,” he declares. Theseus makes wide, heart-broken eyes at him and Newt relents. “If you still want to win her back in a week then maybe we can win her back for you but for now, you are going to sit here and I am going to make brownies and then we’re going to watch a film and eat ice cream. Understand?”

Theseus nods miserably.

“You can’t always tell me what to do, you know,” he says when Newt removes his hand.

Newt rolls his eyes at that and goes to pull out the baking pans. “I’m your younger brother,” he says. “It’s what I’m for.”

#missisjoker #newt scamander #theseus scamander #sibling relationship #i know i usually write theseus as dark #but #think how much fun siblings are #because you know newt would be a mad little shit of a younger brother #and theseus would be long suffering and responsible #and it is therefore newt's sacred DUTY to help theseus break the rules #and it's theseus' sacred DUTY to make sure newt doesn't get into too much trouble #and just #there is a lot of potential here for fluff #that's all i'm saying #my writing

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Birthday Surprise (Security Breach Short-Fic)

Sombra had been planning for weeks now to surprise her favorite blue bird for her birthday. She'd even put in for vacation time from Talon. She was sure they could go without their handy dandy hacker for the week so she'd caught the first flight out of town to Giza, Egypt.

Once there she'd hailed a cab to the Security Chief's apartment. She smiled to herself as she dropped her bags to unlock the door with the purple key Fareeha had given her on their sixth month anniversary. It was her safe place away from Talon and everything else if her world came crashing down again, and her lover seemed to hope that it would convince her to eventually leave Talon behind and get on the right side of the law eventually. If she was being honest the thought had crossed her mind on more than one occasion, but she always weighed the risk that Talon might not only come after her, but Fareeha as well.

She shook the thought from her head once more before stepping into the empty apartment with her dufflebags. Fareeha was at work so she had plenty of time to set up for her birthday, and her surprise. She set her bags down on the couch before unzipping the one full of party decorations that she'd had custom ordered for Fareeha. Most of the supplies was colored blue and gold like the suit Fareeha wore when she was on duty. She could set those up while the cake was baking in the oven.

She headed into the kitchen area placing a grocery bag full of frosting, cake mix, eggs, and oil that she'd purchased on the drive from the airport. She pulled out the dishes she needed to start baking Fareeha's birthday cake. She wasn't the greatest cook considering how often she ordered out, but she figured she could at the very least manage a simple birthday cake.

It wasn't long before she was dusted with mix after accidentally turning the mixer on too high. Sombra grimaced before switching the setting and starting it up again. It was a simple chocolate box mix, but she'd added a little bit of cayenne to give it a small kick. After all, Fareeha always said she was a little spicy.

After getting the cake in the oven the hacker started making a red raspberry and strawberry filling for the middle layer of the cake. She'd seen it before on one of those cooking shows Gabe was always watching when they had some downtime at base. It was the only time he seemed less grumpy, and sometimes she wondered if he used to cook for the members of Blackwatch and Overwatch like he did for them. She popped the filling into the refrigerator to let it cool while she got to work on the rest of her birthday surprise.

Sombra grabbed a stool and started hanging decorations from the ceiling with tape. She almost fell more than a few times, but it was going to be worth it when she saw the look of surprise on Fareeha's face. She smiled to herself as she looked over her work feeling a sense of accomplishment that she'd managed to hang it all up by herself, but she nearly panicked when the smell of burning hit her nose.

The hacker rushed into the kitchen nearly forgetting to put on the mittens before pulling the cake out of the oven. A sigh of relief left her lips when she realized it wasn't the cake that was burning, but some batter that had spilled out into the bottom of the oven. She set the pan on top of the stove and used toothpicks to check if it was done. It came out clean and she left the cake there to cool while she popped the second cake pan into the oven to bake while she went to set up her extra surprise in Fareeha's bedroom.

Blue rose petals fell onto the bed while she tossed them from her hand trying to spread them out in the shape of a heart. It was so cliché and cheesy, but she was that kind of romantic who enjoyed the cheesy things. She set up candles around the room, but she didn't light them just yet because with her luck she'd probably start a fire before the Egyptian even walked through the door.

She left the bedroom and headed back into the kitchen to put the cake together. She flipped the pan over onto a cutting board and prayed the cake wasn't stuck to the pan as she pulled it up. She smiled when she saw a perfectly round shaped cake on the board when she raised the pan. She grabbed the frosting she'd dumped into a ziplock bag and started piping a rim around the top of the cake. Once that was set she scooped spoonfuls of the mixed berry filling into the middle before placing the other layer of cake on top. She frosted the rest of the cake in a blue colored vanilla frosting and when that was done she piped "happy birthday" in yellow. Once the candles were in place she set the cake on the island counter, and started cleaning up the mess she'd made while cooking and decorating.

Almost an hour passed before she heard the jingle of keys at the door. She quickly shut off the lights, lit the candles on the cake, and hid behind the island counter. She heard the door swing open and the sound of Fareeha's favorite pair of leather boots on the wooden floors.

"Surprise!" Sombra practically beamed as she popped up from behind the counter when Fareeha switched on the lights. A small smiled tugged at the corner of the Security Chief's lips before she walked over to the shorter woman and lifted her into a hug. Fareeha captured her lips in a deep and longing kiss while her hands gripped under her thighs before she lifted the hacker onto the counter top. "Easy pajarita." She breathed out as she placed her hands on Fareeha's chest pulling back to look at her. "You have to blow out your candles."

"I missed you." Fareeha said low as she kissed along her neck.

"And I missed you too, but you're supposed to be eating cake not me." Sombra chuckled as the Egyptian's lips tickled the crook of her neck.

"I could eat both." She grinned before pulling back giving her lover space.

"But I baked the cake all by myself. You have to taste it amor." She said as she hopped down from the counter and guided Fareeha to the cake. "Now make a wish."

Fareeha smiled and leaned forward to blow out the candles. Small wisps of smoke came off the wax sticks as she straightened back up.

"I don't need to wish for something I already have." She said as she faced Sombra pulling her close again. The hacker smiled before taking a dollop of frosting from the cake and bringing it to Fareeha's lips.

"Try the cake first, and then I can show you the rest of your surprise." She told her. Fareeha took her finger into her mouth licking off the blue frosting. The sight alone had the hacker's caramel skin flushing pink with desire, but she shook the lewd imaginations away before pulling her hand back and taking a hold of Fareeha's hand. She lead her through the apartment up the bedroom where she'd set up the flowers and candles. "I know it's a little cheesy, but I thought you'd like it." A smile graced Fareeha's lips again and she looked down at her shorter lover.

"I love it. It's more than I ever could've asked for." She told her warmly before she whisked her off her feet and carried her to the bed laying her down in the center of the flower petals. "Now let me thank you for it."

Sombra bit her bottom lip rolling it between her teeth at the desire she heard in her lover's voice. It always made her voice deeper and huskier than it usually was and it sent pools of heat to her core.

"You can unwrap your birthday present now." She grinned as she cupped Fareeha's face before pulling her into another deep and heated kiss while her lover's hands started to wander down her sides tugging at the waistband of her leggings.

It was a long night of the two lovers getting reacquainted with each other's bodies after spending months apart from each other while they both carried on in their separate day to day lives. They didn't see each other as often as they would like to, but they always made the most out of every secret visit between them.

Fin.

(Dedicated to my amazing partner who means the world to me. Happy birthday babe!)

#security breach #sompharah #somrah #sombra x pharah #sombra #olivia colomar #fareeha amari #pharah #overwatch #overwatch fic #jet hack

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Aaaaand also a rareship follow-up: that-ikki xJune-thing with "Poorly Timed Confession" & "Birthday Fic". Thanks!

31.Birthday fic + 60. Birthday fic

I have the perfect setting for this!

June is returning home from a mission or training and she notices her apartment window open and smoke coming out of it. Naturally she sprints up the stair ways and slams open her door to see Ikki freaking out and actually to put something (On fire) out on top of her oven.

She joins in, both freaking out and trying to out out whatever is on fire, way too panicked to be happy to see Ikki at the moment.

They manage to put it and June asks, still freaked out, what on earth was he doing. To which Ikki, equally freaked out and not totally thinking in the moment, says this: I tried to bake a cake because it’s your birthday and I love you.

Several seconds of silence pass before it clicks to them both what he just said and June asks him to repeat it again, slower.

Ikki does and explains his reasoning better and why he loves her. While he’s saying this he’s looking away, rubbing his neck and gods, maybe blushing??

June finds it sweet and touching (And only a bit irritated about the kitchen, just a bit) but pulls him down and kisses him on the lips and tells him how sweet he can and that she loves him too.

The failed cake is tossed out, neighbors are calmed down, and kitchen gets aired down and they decide just to go out to eat instead.

To sum it up, Ikki tried to bake a cake, almost set June’s kitchen on fire and accidentally confessed.

Ask Prompt here!

#asks #Andperseo #This is another thing I should save for a fic tbh #This came out longer than expected too #I swear I might start shipping them #Thanks for sending this!#phoenix ikki #Chameleon June

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From the Strategist: The 37 Best Gifts for Every Type of Home Cook

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From cookbook stands to kimchi containers, there’s literally something for everyone

When you’re trying to come up with gift ideas for someone who likes to cook, you want to find something that’s both personal and practical. But finding a gift for a home cook that strikes that balance can be hard, especially if you’re the kind of person whose fridge is filled with takeout containers. That’s why we’ve gathered 37 of the best gifts for every type of home cook in your life — from the newbie who just wants to make a good grilled cheese to the home cook who has it all.

For the home cook who has everything

ChefSteps Joule Sous Vide, 1100 Watts, All White

They might not think they need a sous vide machine, but that’s exactly what makes it a great gift for an experienced chef, who can use it to make always-tender steaks, never-overcooked fish, and even soft-scrambled eggs.

For the home cook who would rather use a cookbook

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Yamazaki Home Tosca Cookbook Stand

A minimalist plywood cookbook-stand for those who still like reading recipes on paper — though it can also hold up a tablet.

For the home cook who’d like to throw more dinner parties

MYDrap Cotton Cocktail Napkins

We were introduced to these tear-off linen napkins by Tonne Goodman, who discovered them at a boutique in Paris. “Instead of having a stack of napkins that needs to be spread out in an attractive fashion and then wrestled with to gingerly pick just one, you just simply tear each napkin off,” she writes.

For the home cook who wants only one pot

Dansk Kobenstyle White Casserole

This Dutch oven from Dansk has a mid-century design that’s easy to cook with but still looks good on the dinner table. It’s made of carbon steel, so it’s lighter than cast-iron Dutch ovens but it’s still sturdy enough to sear, braise, sauté, and bake anything you want.

For the home cook who’s not over avocados

Prepworks by Progressive Guacamole Bowl with Spoon

Let’s make avocado-ware the new lettuceware.

For the home cook who got really into celery juice

Breville Compact Juice Fountain 700-Watt Juice Extractor

It’s still unclear if celery juice is actually good for you, but if that’s what they’re into, this juice extractor from Breville is powerful enough to make sure none of the stringy bits make it into the liquid (and can be used to make lots of other types of juices, too).

For the home cook who watches The Great British Baking Show every Friday

Baking with Kim-Joy: Cute and Creative Bakes to Make You Smile

During her time in the tent, Kim-Joy built a reputation for making delicate pastries with adorable decorations and clever flavor combinations, and in this cookbook, she shares some of her most whimsical recipes — like “pigfiteroles” in mud.

For the home cook who just got into bread-making

Banneton Bread Proofing Basket

Unlike contestants on The Great British Bake-Off, most of us don’t have proofing drawers in our homes. So a proofing basket — used to hold the bread during its second, pre-baking rise — is the next best thing for at-home bread-making: This three-piece set includes a linen nonstick liner for a smooth outer crust and a plastic dough scraper that conforms to the curves of your mixing bowl.

For the home cook who loves to grill on the go

Weber Go-Anywhere Charcoal Grill

Mark Jenner, the editor-in-chief of barbecue site FoodFireFriends.com, swears by this portable grill from the folks at Weber, which includes legs that fold over the lid and a convenient rectangular form. You can even create two grilling zones for high-heat and low-heat grilling.

For the home cook who wants to make their own sauerkraut and kimchi

E-Jen Premium Kimchi, Sauerkraut Container Earthenware Brown 1.7L

Recently, we had two chefs heartily endorse this incredibly affordable and effective container as a go-to fermentation vessel. “It’s really useful because it has an insert that essentially creates a vacuum to press down your ferments,” chef Dave Park of Jeong in Chicago told us. “It has an inner ring where you can either burp your ferments or keep it airtight. It’s definitely one of the most useful containers I’ve found.”

For the home cook who’s also good at Instagram

Departo Large Plate

Why does professional food photography look so good? In part because of food stylists, whose job is to choose all those attractive plates and cups and tablecloths to enhance the food. If your favorite home cook loves to share their latest grain salads and roast chicken on the ’gram, give them some plates that will look great underneath.

For the home cook trying to eat more greens

Prepworks by Progressive Collapsible Salad Spinner - 4 Quart

This collapsible salad spinner is a great gift for the recent college grad who’s got a small kitchen and big culinary ambitions.

For the home cook who’s a salt snob

Maldon Salt Bucket

Tonne Goodman also told us about this bucket of Maldon sea salt, which, she admits, “seems a bit extreme, but then again, salt fanatics do exist. I gave it to my brother-in-law, who is a wonderful cook, and he laughed and loved it.”

For the home cook who loves leftovers

LunchBots Large Snack Tray Steel Lunch Container

This stainless-steel lunch box is meant for children, but it’s stylish enough to bring to the office (when you return to one, that is) and has enough room for a mini-buffet of leftovers.

For the home cook who identified with Antoni on Queer Eye

Philips Indoor Smoke-less Grill

Culinary expert Antoni Porowski gifted this smokeless, infrared indoor grill to two different guys over the course of two seasons, and you can now gift it, too.

For the home cook who’s trying to use fewer paper towels

Nawrap Binchotan Dishcloth

These dishcloths have odor- and bacteria-absorbing charcoal infused into their fibers, so they’ll last a little longer between washes.

For the home cook who’s trying to use less plastic

Bee’s Wrap Assorted, 3-Pack

These reusable food wraps are made by infusing cotton with beeswax, and they can be used over, and over, and over again — and once they’re finally done for good, they can be composted.

For the home cook who’s ready to compost

Brabantia Sort & Go Waste Bin

If they know that composting is a thing they should do but have always been turned off by ugly compost bins.

For the home cook who’s ready for fresh spaghetti

Marcato Atlas Pasta Machine

According to Linda Miller Nicholson, author of Pasta, Pretty Please and the pasta-maker behind the colorful Instagram account Salty Seattle, the Marcato Atlas is the gold standard of pasta machines. And if you need more proof that it’s a good gift: It also made an appearance on Jennifer Lawrence’s wedding registry.

For the home cook who needs fresh herbs

Click and Grow The Smart Garden 3

This indoor vegetable-and-herb garden is self-watering and has a built-in grow light and pre-seeded plant pods to grow fresh cilantro, basil, and even chili peppers if the kitchen has no windows.

For the home cook who loves their knives

John Boos Chop-N-Slice Maple Wood Reversible Cutting Board

Cutting boards wear out over time, so any serious home cook will appreciate a brand-new, nice-looking cutting block that’ll protect their sharpened blades.

For the home cook who doesn’t have knives

Takiup Ceramic Knife Set

These ceramic knives aren’t perfect, or the fanciest, but according to writer Hannah Howard, they’re excellent for everyday kitchen tasks, and sometimes she prefers using these cheaper blades to her fancy Japanese chef’s knife. Plus, she notes, “I throw the set in the dishwasher with every use, and it has remained in excellent shape.”

For the home cook who keeps accidentally slicing their fingers

Benriner BN1 Mandoline

Chef Gabriel Kreuther likes this Japanese mandoline, which comes with an assortment of blades and its own plastic safety covering to prevent slipping fingers from getting julienned, diced, or chopped.

For the home cook who’s channeling the 1970s

Home Intuition 3-Tier Hanging Basket Heavy Duty Wire

Especially if they read the Missoni Family Cookbook and now want to create a dreamy Italian kitchen of their own.

For the home cook who’s still using that slow cooker from the 1970s

Instant Pot 6 Qt 7-in-1 Multi-Use Programmable Pressure Cooker

You’ve heard about the Instant Pot even if you don’t cook. It steams, it pressure cooks, it makes yogurt, and it’s got over 36,000 reviews on Amazon, so it’s kind of a no-brainer.

For the home cook who got an Instant Pot last year

OXO Good Grips Pressure Cooker Bakeware Sling

Some good Instant Pot accessories will help them make the most of their favorite kitchen gadget, like this silicone sling, which they can use for baking cakes or steaming vegetables in their multifunction pressure cooker.

For the home cook who’s already obsessed with a Vitamix

Vitamix Personal Cup Adapter

This personal cup adapter is a great gift for those who make smoothies in their Vitamix but find the standard 64- or 72-ounce cup a little too big for everyday use, especially since this one fits on basically any legacy model.

For the home cook who struggles to clean their cast-iron skillet

Blisstime Cast Iron Cleaner

This little square of chainmail will make removing crud and burnt bits from a cast-iron skillet or Dutch oven a relatively quick and easy task.

For the at-home pit master who likes to grill on an open flame

Texsport Heavy-Duty Over-Fire Camp Grill - Extra Large

This extra-large over-fire camp grill is made from steel, and, according to writer Steven John, it’s got plenty of room for “racks of ribs, multiple Texas-size steaks, or a whole lot of kabob skewers.”

For the home baker with limited counter space

KitchenAid Artisan Mini Series Tilt-Head Stand Mixer, 3.5 quart

This mini–stand mixer has all the functionality of a standard KitchenAid mixer, but, as writer Erica Murphy notes, “It’s 25 percent lighter and 20 percent smaller,” meaning it’s great for small kitchens.

For the home cook who can taste the difference between Italian and Spanish olive oils

Nunez De Prado Extra Virgin Olive Oil Tin, 33.8 Ounce

A handsome tin of olive oil from Spain that has “hints of grassiness, almonds, and butter,” according to chef Jonathan Waxman.

For anyone who likes to read about food as much as they like to eat it

The Best American Food Writing 2019

An anthology of the best food essays from the past 12 months, including a deep dive into Japanese KitKats and the queer history of tapas, all edited by Salt, Fat, Acid, Heat’s Samin Nosrat.

For the ice cream enthusiast who dreams of the perfect scoop

Zeroll Original Ice Cream Easy Scoop

This ice cream scoop is “the only ice cream scoop” that Jeni Britton Bauer, the creator of Jeni’s Splendid Ice Cream, will even acknowledge. It’s designed to transfer heat from your hand to the spoon, making it easy to get the perfect scoop from even frozen-solid ice cream. (For bonus points, pair this with a pint or two of ice cream.)

For the college student looking to hack the perfect dorm-room grilled cheese

Nostalgia TCS2 Grilled Cheese Sandwich Toaster

Decidedly safer than trying to melt cheese with an iron.

For the home cook who puts cracked pepper on everything

Atlas Copper Pepper Mill

Give a pepper mill that makes a statement. According to writer Juliet Lapidos, this copper one looks like “a tool you’d find at an archaeological dig and — for just that reason — always attracts attention at dinner parties.”

For the 5-year-old who’s just learning their way in the kitchen

Curious Chef 3-Piece Nylon Knife Set

These nylon knives are designed for little foodies who are at least 4 years old, to help them learn basic knife skills while minimizing risk.

For the home cook who’d rather be making cocktails

Be Your Own Bartender: A Surefire Guide to Finding (and Making) Your Perfect Cocktail

Gin or whiskey? Easy-drinking or boozy? This cocktail book starts with a comprehensive flowchart to help them figure out exactly what they want to drink and how to make it.

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From cookbook stands to kimchi containers, there’s literally something for everyone

For the home cook who has everything

ChefSteps Joule Sous Vide, 1100 Watts, All White

For the home cook who would rather use a cookbook

Photo: retailer

Yamazaki Home Tosca Cookbook Stand

A minimalist plywood cookbook-stand for those who still like reading recipes on paper — though it can also hold up a tablet.

For the home cook who’d like to throw more dinner parties

MYDrap Cotton Cocktail Napkins

For the home cook who wants only one pot

Dansk Kobenstyle White Casserole

For the home cook who’s not over avocados

Prepworks by Progressive Guacamole Bowl with Spoon

Let’s make avocado-ware the new lettuceware.

For the home cook who got really into celery juice

Breville Compact Juice Fountain 700-Watt Juice Extractor

For the home cook who watches The Great British Baking Show every Friday

Baking with Kim-Joy: Cute and Creative Bakes to Make You Smile

For the home cook who just got into bread-making

Banneton Bread Proofing Basket

For the home cook who loves to grill on the go

Weber Go-Anywhere Charcoal Grill

For the home cook who wants to make their own sauerkraut and kimchi

E-Jen Premium Kimchi, Sauerkraut Container Earthenware Brown 1.7L

For the home cook who’s also good at Instagram

Departo Large Plate

For the home cook trying to eat more greens

Prepworks by Progressive Collapsible Salad Spinner - 4 Quart

This collapsible salad spinner is a great gift for the recent college grad who’s got a small kitchen and big culinary ambitions.

For the home cook who’s a salt snob

Maldon Salt Bucket

For the home cook who loves leftovers

LunchBots Large Snack Tray Steel Lunch Container

This stainless-steel lunch box is meant for children, but it’s stylish enough to bring to the office (when you return to one, that is) and has enough room for a mini-buffet of leftovers.

For the home cook who identified with Antoni on Queer Eye

Philips Indoor Smoke-less Grill

Culinary expert Antoni Porowski gifted this smokeless, infrared indoor grill to two different guys over the course of two seasons, and you can now gift it, too.

For the home cook who’s trying to use fewer paper towels

Nawrap Binchotan Dishcloth

These dishcloths have odor- and bacteria-absorbing charcoal infused into their fibers, so they’ll last a little longer between washes.

For the home cook who’s trying to use less plastic

Bee’s Wrap Assorted, 3-Pack

These reusable food wraps are made by infusing cotton with beeswax, and they can be used over, and over, and over again — and once they’re finally done for good, they can be composted.

For the home cook who’s ready to compost

Brabantia Sort & Go Waste Bin

If they know that composting is a thing they should do but have always been turned off by ugly compost bins.

For the home cook who’s ready for fresh spaghetti

Marcato Atlas Pasta Machine

For the home cook who needs fresh herbs

Click and Grow The Smart Garden 3

This indoor vegetable-and-herb garden is self-watering and has a built-in grow light and pre-seeded plant pods to grow fresh cilantro, basil, and even chili peppers if the kitchen has no windows.

For the home cook who loves their knives

John Boos Chop-N-Slice Maple Wood Reversible Cutting Board

Cutting boards wear out over time, so any serious home cook will appreciate a brand-new, nice-looking cutting block that’ll protect their sharpened blades.

For the home cook who doesn’t have knives

Takiup Ceramic Knife Set

For the home cook who keeps accidentally slicing their fingers

Benriner BN1 Mandoline

For the home cook who’s channeling the 1970s

Home Intuition 3-Tier Hanging Basket Heavy Duty Wire

Especially if they read the Missoni Family Cookbook and now want to create a dreamy Italian kitchen of their own.

For the home cook who’s still using that slow cooker from the 1970s

Instant Pot 6 Qt 7-in-1 Multi-Use Programmable Pressure Cooker

You’ve heard about the Instant Pot even if you don’t cook. It steams, it pressure cooks, it makes yogurt, and it’s got over 36,000 reviews on Amazon, so it’s kind of a no-brainer.

For the home cook who got an Instant Pot last year

OXO Good Grips Pressure Cooker Bakeware Sling

For the home cook who’s already obsessed with a Vitamix

Vitamix Personal Cup Adapter

For the home cook who struggles to clean their cast-iron skillet

Blisstime Cast Iron Cleaner

This little square of chainmail will make removing crud and burnt bits from a cast-iron skillet or Dutch oven a relatively quick and easy task.

For the at-home pit master who likes to grill on an open flame

Texsport Heavy-Duty Over-Fire Camp Grill - Extra Large

For the home baker with limited counter space

KitchenAid Artisan Mini Series Tilt-Head Stand Mixer, 3.5 quart

For the home cook who can taste the difference between Italian and Spanish olive oils

Nunez De Prado Extra Virgin Olive Oil Tin, 33.8 Ounce

A handsome tin of olive oil from Spain that has “hints of grassiness, almonds, and butter,” according to chef Jonathan Waxman.

For anyone who likes to read about food as much as they like to eat it

The Best American Food Writing 2019

An anthology of the best food essays from the past 12 months, including a deep dive into Japanese KitKats and the queer history of tapas, all edited by Salt, Fat, Acid, Heat’s Samin Nosrat.

For the ice cream enthusiast who dreams of the perfect scoop

Zeroll Original Ice Cream Easy Scoop

For the college student looking to hack the perfect dorm-room grilled cheese

Nostalgia TCS2 Grilled Cheese Sandwich Toaster

Decidedly safer than trying to melt cheese with an iron.

For the home cook who puts cracked pepper on everything

Atlas Copper Pepper Mill

For the 5-year-old who’s just learning their way in the kitchen

Curious Chef 3-Piece Nylon Knife Set

These nylon knives are designed for little foodies who are at least 4 years old, to help them learn basic knife skills while minimizing risk.

For the home cook who’d rather be making cocktails

Be Your Own Bartender: A Surefire Guide to Finding (and Making) Your Perfect Cocktail

Gin or whiskey? Easy-drinking or boozy? This cocktail book starts with a comprehensive flowchart to help them figure out exactly what they want to drink and how to make it.

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