#special treats!! like chocolate brownies | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

doromoni · 1 month

Text

Lunch Preferences | LN4

Ships: Lando Norris x Personal Chef! Reader , Platonic! Oscar Piastri x Personal Chef! Reader

Warnings : None

Genre: fluff

Summary : Oscar’s food always tasted better and Lando finds out why.

Part 2

Lando was never adventurous when it came to certain things , most importantly when it came to the food that he consumed — His best friend Max could vouch on that , heck the entire grid and the whole McLaren hospitality can say it.

When it came down to it , when Lando didn’t like the ingredient used in the meal served in the Motorhome cafeteria, a special meal is always prepared for the Golden Boy of Mclaren. Most find it funny but the kitchen staff found it extremely annoying; to them Lando was a diva.

Kitchen personnel and caterers are shuffled within motorhomes and during races in different countries and it became problematic for Mclaren due to the new personnel’s lack of knowledge of their driver’s preferences. Funnily enough, this has become an issue much so that a protocol has been made stating that when a new driver is signed they are given their own personal chef that tours around with them during the races.

Cut to Oscar Piastri joining the Papaya Family , and Y/n L/n had been added to the roster. The Australian driver and Y/n had met during Oscar’s F2 season and had quickly formed a bond , by bond meaning Y/N fuels Oscar’s obsession with sweets. The aussie became obsessed so much that when the “personal chef” clause came up in his contract, his immediate answer was “ Y/N L/N”.

“Osc what the hell, What do you mean you got me a job at Mclaren? Are you high on sugar again?” You asked in disbelief as you stared at the Australian , an eyebrow raised.

You and Oscar are currently in his kitchen in his apartment in the UK, you trying to bake your f2 paddock famous cookies while Oscar tries to help , emphasis on tries.

“Oh come on Y/N! You’re perfect for this. You know my likes and dislikes . Plus you know how to trick me into eating my veggies” Oscar said exasperatingly.

“ Oscar as much as I love to feed you , you know that I cant travel with you, I have a job remember? Plus Im not a professional chef , you dummy! I just cook as a passion” You muttered softly trying to get your point across.

“Then quit! I know you hate your job y/n. This is your chance! I made sure that they’ll pay you handsomely ~ more than your current pay . I swear! PLUS you get to travel with me and you get to explore food all over the world” The boy did made a whole lot of sense…

“Fine , let me see the contract” Then an enormous grin plasters itself on his face.

***

* Brownies

“Holy Crap , Mate! These brownies are killer! Where did you get these?” Logan exclaimed as he continued to stuff his face with Oscar’s snacks prepared by Y/N of course.

“My chef made them for ME , Logan. Hands off “ Oscar swatted the American’s hand as he tried to get another piece.

“What are you two idiots up-to now? “ Alex spoke as he came near the duo, Lando right on his tail.

“Oscar brought these amazing brownies and He wont share ! Come on , mate just one more” Logan once again tried to reach for the bag only to be denied once again.

“Ohhh, let me try some of that!” Alex laid out his hand , and Logan complaining in the background saying “unfair “ as Oscar gave Alex one.

“You weren’t kidding! these are good. Lando try one” Alex gestured towards Lando.

Lando looking a bit apprehensive, took the offered treat and took a bite. As the Brit chewed , he couldn’t stop eating till there was no more. Screw belgian chocolate, that brownie was his favorite food now.

“Osc , give me another.” Lando requested to his now younger teammate.

“Nope~ these are mine” Oscar grinned teasingly as he stood up , away from the reach of his fellow drivers

“Oscarrrr , give em up you muppet!” Lando whined and pouted .

“No! Ask your chef to make you one. “ oscar implored.

“But the ones they make aren’t as good as thoseee” Lando continued to whine

“I know, these is Y/N’s special recipe. “ Oscar replied mockingly, a playful grin on his face as we waved them goodbye.

“Damn, Y/N made those? No wonder they tasted amazing” Logan muttered catching the attention of Lando.

“Y/N? Who?” Lando asked , now curious .

“Oh, Y/N is our friend , well now Oscar personal chef also. We met when Oscar and I were racing in F2. She used to bring us her cooking after the race.”

“Damn, did she put cocaine on those brownies or something?” Alex said wanting another bite.

“Did you say that she’s Oscar’s chef? That would mean that she’s in Mclaren right now?” Lando asked yet again to the now bemused American.

“Yes?” And with that Lando Norris is on a mission. Find the lady who makes extremely delicious brownies.

“Y/N” Lando muttered your name under his breath as he traversed towards his own motorhome with a purpose.

Finally reaching his destination only to be bombarded by his Pr manager pulling him along towards his media duties

Lando’s brownie mission was a fail

“Hey, do you know who’s Y/N?”

* Wok fried noodles

“ Ok so , Oscar will be done in a few minutes then it will be your turn” Lando’s manager , Valerie, explained as He was getting ready for the interview set up by Mclaren for a special edition for a motorsport magazine of some sorts.

“You should take a bite of your lunch , Lan. I don’t think you’ll be getting time to do so later” valerie explained, as she nudged the now cold , barely touched container of food towards the British driver.

“But there fish in it ,Val” The brit frowned as he glanced on his supposed to be lunch. How many times did he have to say NO FISH.

“It’s not even touching th-“ valerie tried to explain but was cut of by Lando as he exclaimed

“But it’s near a fish!” To which Valerie could only sigh and nod.

Then a knock and an opening of a door happened along with Oscar popping his head in — who appears to be carrying chopsticks and a container of sorts.

“ Hey, mate! They said it’ll be your turn in 15 mins or so” Oscar said as he scoops his lunch into his mouth.

“What ya eating there bud?” Lando couldn’t help ask as the savory aroma filled his room and a rumble came to his stomach.

“Some low carb noodle dish Y/N made , not really sure what’s it called . Tasted great tho.” The Australian said .

“Lemme have a bite” Lando waved his hands towards Oscar . With a shrug , oscar did.

As He took a bite , Lando could only think of one thing.

“Where could I get myself a Y/N”

* Spring Rolls

Practice 1 had just finished and the drivers have an hour or 2 to rest and kill time . And for our youngest Aussie driver on the grid it is time to annoy his lovely friend Y/N.

“ Hey, Y/N… could you please make extra servings of what ever you’re making for my lunch?” Oscar asked sheepishly

“Osc, No! You have to follow a strict calorie count and your trainer will kill me!” You said as you stoped what you were doing .

“It’s not for me, Its for Lando! He always eats my food “ Oscar explains and you understood clearly. Nodding with a smile , you shooed Oscar away.

“Thanks , Angel! “ Oscar left but not before leaving a kiss on your head.

You then set out to make lunch for 2 drivers, and finishing by packing them separately . You never forgot to leave a message on Oscar’s meals as encouragements to your closest friend

Your eyes go towards the food intended for Lando. You were contemplating whether you should write something or not. Biting your lip you took another piece of post it and started writing.

Maybe this is your chance to get the driver’s attention and shoot your shot. You have been crushing on the British driver for who knows how long. Tutting yourself you shake your head from your thoughts and delusions.

In the post it wrote ,

Dear, Lando

A little birdie told me that you liked my cooking , ey? Oh! I heard that you liked spring rolls so I made you a few. No fish , I promise. Hope you enjoy! And good luck on the race! I’ll be cheering on the sidelines 🧡

P.S. thank Osc , he begged me to tag you along :P

— Y/N

***

Butterflies filled Lando’s stomach as he opened the lunch box you made for him. You cooking for him and writing a note felt so domestic , like a wife and husband.Lando became a giggly mess as he re-read your note again and again.

He remembered the time when he first saw you. You were with Oscar in the Mclaren motorhome , sitting on the lounge when your eyes met his and you gave Lando a smile — it was only passing but to Lando it was enough. To him you were so angelic .He imagined coming home to you and you would cook for him and all seemed fine in the world.

“ you know , you should just ask her out on a date” and suddenly Lando was startled out of his daydreaming

“Huh , what? Dreaming? Who was? “ Lando tried to act cool in front of Oscar who was now sniggering as he leaned on the doorframe.

“ I know that you like Y/N, Lando! Just ask the girl already “

“Who’s Y/N?” Oscar rolled his eyes at his teammate

“You’re both idiots .y’know? You both have goggly eyes for each other — it honestly hurts to see. Here’s her number . Please just go out. Or I swear I’ll lock the two of you in a room or something. “ Lando was flabbergasted by his teammate who was now exiting the room.

“Uhh… Thanks Osc!” The Brit broke out into a huge smile as he shouted towards the australian

“Yeah yeah , just don’t hurt her or I promise to crash into you in every race”

***

1K notes · View notes

bigfatbimbo · 3 months

Text

Hazbin Hotel characters on Valentine’s day

Lucifer would go all out and probably too far. He would literally be showering you in gifts left and right and never taking his attention off you all day. You need a back massage? He’s on it. You’re hungry? He’ll bake brownies. When you tell him that this isn’t the point of Valentine’s day and you reciprocate some of the attention, he feels super guilty. But you shower him in gifts just the same to make sure he feels special and loved, which he does. In fact he probably cries. Still, he would definitely get you flowers but like EVERY flower he can think of. You won’t be able to walk through your house. Date night for sure, and it would be insanely expensive and pretentious. Only the best for you though. Although sex would be a bonus at the end, it’s not really on his mind, as he is more focused on the romance aspect.

Velvette would be definitely less giving than Lucifer. In fact, she’s expecting you to do all of that and more. Absolutely overjoyed when you get her flowers, fancy jewelry, or breakfast in bed. She is going to expect these gifts periodically throughout the day, actually. However, I do think she would get you something. Maybe she would make a custom shirt or outfit for you, or post a very long appreciation post with very flattering photos. Although it’s not as much your gifts, it’s her way of showing she cares! Make sure to cuddle with her all day though. Better yet, just don’t leave her side. Actually, just don’t stop touching her period. No matter where she goes, keep your hand on her waist or back at all times. It’s valentine’s day so of course everyone should know that you’re hers.

Vox isn’t super big on Valentine’s day, so no crazy gestures are to be expected. He will however send you losts of roses, curtesy of voxtech drones, thank you very much. If anything, I can see him sending a lot of voxtech gifts in general, a new phone, new headphones, etc etc. Now, when he gets off work I could see a small slow dancing session as he is from the 50s so that’s probably peak romance for him. I do think he is expecting something in return though. Not necessarily flowers or new tech gear, although those would be very nice. Maybe like his favorite chocolates or something because let’s be real, he needs to be romanced properly. Now, unlike Lucifer, he probably is expecting sex. He would treat you very well up until that point, however. After a couple rounds I think he’d probably just light a couple candles and snuggle into you to watch some TV or something relaxing like that. Preferably with a glass of wine.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin hotel fluff

667 notes · View notes

hanjisick · 1 year

Text

— COOKIES

order #6 of the coffee shop series: a cookie

ingredients. y/n x barista!felix. he’s never had a gf before. hopeless pining on felix’s end. mostly fluff with some angst. also the boys keep trying to play shitty wingmen again.

allergies. making out and felix being awkward

size. 3.2k

special add ons. felix is a sociable, confident, kind barista at yellow wood café. but once you show up on one rainy day, you turn him into a mess.

you hadn’t prepared for the rain to come so quickly.

the forecast had said that it would only pick up in the afternoon, and you figured that you would be home by then. so of course, you had left your umbrella at home.

you decided to run into the nearest building, hoping to stay there until the rain had died down a little.

it was a coffee shop, one that you hadn’t been to before. you had no clue how you didn’t know the place existed. it seemed like just your type of hang-out spot.

the difference between the café and outside was stark. looking through the windows, it was gloomy and intense, while inside, the atmosphere was warm and cozy. the smell of coffee brewing and people chatting filled your senses.

“can i help you?” you had been staring off for a minute now, your entire body drenched in rain.

“sorry,” you apologized, “i was just looking for somewhere to be until the rain stopped.”

“you’re alright! could i get anything for you while you wait?”

your eyes stared the barista up and down. he was around your age— and was the epitome of sunshine. his features were gentle and strikingly beautiful.

his name tag read “felix.”

then, you drifted towards the menu on the counter, written in chalk, slightly smudged.

“are the cookies any good?” you questioned, staring at the cute plastic containers full of baked goods, specifically the heart-shaped chocolate chip cookies.

“well, i baked them myself, so they better be good.” felix’s shy smile told you that he was proud of his baking.

“i’ll buy one and see for myself.”

usually, the freckled barista wasn’t nervous at comments like these, but your gentle eyes made his heart flip in ways that he didn’t quite understand. “will that be all?”

“for now.”

he rang you up, handing you the cookies straight out of the container.

without waiting to sit down, you bit into the cookie.

two of felix’s fingers met his neck, checking his pulse quickly— a nervous habit of his.

but his nerves turned into excitement as your eyes lit up.

“i’ll take two more cookies and a mocha, please!”

felix couldn’t help but smile widely, “our muffins are really good too. we have blueberry and chocolate chip right now, but i’m working on a recipe for a cappuccino muffin.”

you cut his ramble short, “i’ll try both. and a brownie.”

“got a sweet tooth?” he rolled up the sleeves of his baby blue cardigan to begin making your mocha, “i don’t want you to get any cavities.”

“i’ll have just one bite of each and bring it home with me,” you reasoned, taking a stool at the bar, “i have nothing better to do, anyway. the rain says it’ll last for another hour.”

“so you’re gonna spend that hour taste-testing the treats?”

“i’ve never been here before, i better start working on my regular order.”

“will you be a new regular?”

“if the mocha is good. otherwise i think i’ll just go back out into the rain, i’m already drenched anyway.”

there you go again. causing felix to worry about how good his barista skills were in a way that nobody does.

he couldn’t help but drizzle a chocolate heart on top before handing it to you.

immediately felix jumped back. “your hands are freezing!”

“that’s what happens when you’re in the rain.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle at felix’s concern. it wasn’t bad at all.

“i think this goes against every rule we have here,” felix shrugged off his cardigan, throwing it across the counter.

immediately your quiet laugh died down, your stomach twisting with butterflies. mostly at how kind the freckled boy was, but you couldn’t ignore the way that the white shirt under it clung to him tighter.

“thank you.” you wrapped yourself in the cardigan, breathing in a faint scent of a fruity perfume, almost masked by the overwhelming smell of coffee.

“felix,” chan, his boss, nudged him with a grin, “did you just do what i think you did?”

if it were any other barista, they would’ve been scolded. but felix had taken up a large spot in chan’s heart, one that meant that he refused to rebuke the boy.

“she was cold! right, y/n?” he defended, “she just came in from the rain outside.”

“so you’re just gonna give every customer your clothes if they’re cold?”

you could see a faint red tint forming on felix’s ears, “well no! but she’s new, i wanted to give her a warm welcome.”

there was a familiar look in chan’s eyes, one that felix could spot from miles away. one of knowing.

“alright then. i’m glad you were able to earn us a new customer. even if it meant giving up your clothes.”

“do you have any paper?” you interrupted with a mouthful of muffin, “and maybe a pen too?”

felix was thankful that you saved him from chan. “yeah! i’ll get it for you. hold on.”

thirty minutes later, once a spot of sunlight through the clouds had appeared, you were gone.

felix glanced over at your spot, sadness pulling on his heart, full of what if’s.

what if you didn’t come back? what if that was the last time he would see you?

he noticed the piece of paper left behind.

the title read, “felix’s bakery ranking.”

first place was the cookies. second was the brownies. then the chocolate chip muffin, then the blueberry.

“she must love chocolate,” felix jumped at jeongin’s voice from behind him, “she also got a mocha, right?”

“how do you know? you weren’t even here.”

“chan was telling the group chat.”

“he was doing what?” felix reached for the phone in his back pocket to confirm his words.

“talking about how you were mesmerized by that girl.”

“was not!”

“you totally were,” chan patted his back, “i’ve never seen you smile that wide.”

“says a lot for how much he smiles.”

felix groaned as jeongin flipped over the scrap paper.

“see you at 3 tomorrow,” he read out, looking up at felix whose eyes widened, turning to chan.

“i don’t work tomorrow! can i work tomorrow?”

“so it isn’t just you being kind?”

“i need to get my cardigan back.”

“you’re a terrible liar. just admit that you want to see her again.”

“just schedule me to work tomorrow!”

the next day, felix was walking on clouds.

the boy normally walked with a pep in his step, serving customers with a comfortable kindness that nobody else could replicate, but today there was an extra hint of sweetness to everything that he did. even some of the most unobservant customers had pointed it out.

but each of the boys knew exactly why he was acting the way that he was, thanks to the messages that chan had sent.

as the vintage clock on the wall inched closer and closer to 3, felix became more dazed, clumsy even.

“are you sure that he should be working right now?” minho shot chan a questioning look.

“just let him get it out of his system.”

“but we’re cleaning up his spill messes all for a girl that he had one conversation with. he’s hopeless.”

“i don’t even think he’s had a girlfriend before.”

“really?” minho’s eyebrows raised, “with how all of the girls stick to him like glue?”

“i don’t think he knows how much of a heartthrob he is.”

chan glanced towards felix, who was busy chatting with two girls who had stopped by just a few minutes ago, “he’s clueless sometimes.”

the bell on the door rang as you stepped in, blue sweater in hand, eyes darting across the room to find the blonde boy who immediately abandoned his conversation.

“i came to return this,” you slid it across the counter, just as felix had done the previous day, “and get a cookie as well.”

“just the cookie?”

“and a mocha.”

“your total will be—“

“just give it to her for free,” chan whispered from behind, trying to help the frantic boy.

“it’ll be free today,” felix stumbled on his words, “and maybe i could heat the cookies for you too? they’re better warm.”

“that would be great,” you took a seat at the same spot as before, “your customer service is top tier. free service and a cardigan on a rainy day?”

“we try.” felix couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face, or take his eyes off of you.

even when you weren’t paying attention to him, typing on your laptop and munching on a cookie, he would stare at you, just barely hiding behind the espresso machine.

“why don’t you ask for her number?”

felix jumped as yet another barista appeared from behind him— something that had been happening too much recently. or perhaps he was just less focused on his surroundings.

“i can’t do that. what if she rejects me?”

“she would’ve let you down by now, do you know how obvious you’re making it?” hyunjin tried to reason with him.

“i guess that’s true, but i’m nervous. she’s really pretty.”

“so? you’re pretty too.”

felix gave the compliment a light laugh, “but she’s intimidatingly pretty.”

he kept an eye on the way your eyebrows furrowed in concentration, your finger tapping to the rhythm of the café’s record player on the table.

“you’re such a hopeless romantic. just get her number. she’s gonna leave again and you’re gonna be upset that you didn’t.”

“maybe.”

with those words in mind, felix shyly approached you, hands fumbling with the hem of his shirt.

“hey,” he started, almost chickening out just from your eye contact.

his fingers went to his throat, checking his pulse, “do you think i could get your number?”

when you stared at him in silent shock for a moment, he continued, “not as, like, a weird thing! i just want to be your friend.”

he could see hyunjin out of the corner of his eye, ready to pull out his hair in frustration.

your smile faltered, but you still took the phone from his hand, saving your name as y/n.

“text me later.” there was a hint of sadness in your voice that felix didn’t fail to pick up on, but he didn’t dare to comment on it.

he ran off into the back room, ready to scream over the most embarrassing, disappointing moment in his entire life.

hyunjin followed close behind, “felix! what the hell?”

“i got nervous!”

“so you decided to friend-zone her?”

“she could’ve friend zoned me first!”

“she obviously wasn’t going to!”

“but if she did then i think i’d die!”

hyunjin was close to slamming his head against the nearest wall. “i’m gonna die right now if you don’t walk back out there and tell her that you’ve spent the whole day thinking about how pretty she is!”

“she’ll think i’m weird!”

“then i’ll do it!” felix tried to hold him back but failed as hyunjin opened the door, only to be met with an empty spot where you used to be.

felix let go, his shoulders dropping.

“where is she?”

“i guess she left,” hyunjin turned to see his devastated friend.

“did i fuck up that badly?”

hyunjin bit his lip, trying not to make it worse for him than it already was. but the truth was that, yeah, he did.

“maybe she’ll be back.”

felix texted you that night while he sat in bed, deciding on, “hi it’s felix! :)”

he kept his cardigan next to him.

perhaps it was a little creepy, but he decided to sniff it. it smelled different than usual. perhaps that’s what you smelled like.

perhaps he would never even get to know what you smelled like.

tears brimmed his eyes as he shut off his phone, staring up at the fan on his ceiling, letting the noise drown out the eerie silence.

felix wanted to slap himself for being such an idiot. he had no problem talking to people, he was the most extroverted extrovert that an extrovert could get. but he couldn’t help but question everything he did in front of you, even if he had just met you.

you didn’t respond.

when felix showed up to work the next day, it was like the sunshine was hidden behind a rainy cloud.

he knew that it shouldn’t have affected him as much as it did. he knew that checking to see if he got a text every minute wasn’t normal, or whip his head toward the door every time a customer came in.

so felix spent another night in his bed, phone in hand, staring at the text that he sent.

would it just be easier to forget about you? it’s not like he had anything going with you anyway.

it was only when he set it down for the night and closed his eyes that it began to ring, and he sprang right back up, eyes widening as he stared at the caller ID.

it was minho.

“hello?” felix answered, voice filled with sleep.

“you were upset at work today,” he stated, “is it because of that girl?”

“you could see it?”

“everyone could. like we always do.”

“i’m just gonna try to forget about it.”

“don’t.”

“what do you mean?”

“you have her number, right? come clean, text her that you were nervous. ask to meet up.”

“like a date?”

“exactly. ask her on a date.”

felix chewed on his lip, anxiety clouding his judgment once again. would he have the courage to even do that?

“chan said that you’re not allowed to work until you sort out your sadness. and nobody wants to cover your shifts, man.”

when minho hung up the phone, felix laid back against his pillows, letting out a breath of air that he didn’t know he was holding. then he checked his pulse.

opening your texts, he began typing. ‘i lied. it was something weird. you’re really pretty. you can block me if you want.’

he deleted the message.

‘actually,’

no.

‘i meant to ask for your number in a not-friend-way,’

no.

‘sorry for the other day. i was anxious and said the wrong thing, but i really wanted your number because i think you’re gorgeous. do you want to go out sometime?’

he sent the message and resisted the urge to chuck his phone across the room. instead, he threw it back down onto the bed, grabbing the nearest pillow and squeezing it as hard as he could.

minutes later, felix heard his phone buzz. he scrambled to pick it up.

‘that’s ok. i was a little disappointed, you’re rly cute :)’

it buzzed again.

‘wanna come over tomorrow and watch a movie or something?’

his fingers shook, trying to type back, ‘sounds great! does 5 work?’

you reacted to his text with a thumbs up, and then he was back to squeezing the pillow.

felix didn’t work the next day. instead, he spent the day showering, squealing, spam-texting friends, and preparing for his first-ever date.

when you opened the doorbell, you were met with quite possibly the cutest sight in the entire world.

there felix was, holding a box of freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies in his shaky hands. “i baked these for you, kind of as an apology, kind of because i wanted to impress you. and i know you like the cookies.”

you giggled at his honesty, letting him inside as you took the box, “thank you felix, you’re such a sweetheart.”

he checked his pulse.

“sorry for the mess. i tried to clean a little, but i don’t have people over often.”

“it’s okay,” he was quick to reassure you, “my house doesn’t look all that clean either. kind of comes with being a human.”

you laughed, taking a seat on the couch. he followed your actions.

“so, about the whole number thing,” he toyed with the rip on his black jeans.

“i thought you were really really beautiful.”

suddenly, he was way too aware of how close you were to him. but he wouldn’t let himself get nervous again.

“one of my coworkers was telling me to ask for your number and i was nervous and thought that you wouldn’t like me like that.”

felix sighed, “so i ended up saying the wrong thing and giving you the wrong idea.”

when he looked back up, you were smiling, holding in laughter. “that’s honestly adorable.”

“really?”

“i got sad, i thought you were just that kind to everyone and that i was developing some crazy ego thinking that a boy as attractive as you would like me.”

“you think i’m attractive?” his ears were on fire by now, completely stiff as you leaned in to look him in the eyes.

“i don’t understand how you don’t know how attractive you are.”

“what do you mean?”

“do i have to spell it out for you?”

“probably.”

“i think you’re gorgeous.”

“i also think the same about you. you looked so cute eating all happily, and when you smile, it makes me want to kiss you.” he chewed his lip, trying to not regret his bold words.

something tense was in the air, something that made felix’s heart pound a thousand times faster.

“then do it.”

felix froze. was he supposed to tell you that he had never kissed a girl before, much less sat this close to one?

“well, are you going to? or are you getting shy again?”

“i’ve never kissed anyone.” he let his heart thud out of his chest at the confession.

your eyes visibly widened, “you? you haven’t had your first kiss?”

“or held hands with a girl. and i’ve never had a girlfriend.”

“that’s impossible.”

“i don’t know how to prove it.”

“your awkwardness does the job.”

you decided to make a move, “but i can show you how if you’d like.”

felix’s mouth went dry, unsure of what to do or say.

“it’ll come naturally. just let it happen,” you smiled reassuringly as he nodded.

climbing onto his open lap, your hands carded through his blonde hair.

you leaned in to meet his lips briefly, his eyes burning into your own.

it was a soft and gentle kiss, just like him. but his eyes were full of desire for more.

“can i have another?” his hands met your back, pulling you into him.

this time, the kiss lasted longer, so much longer that he began craving more of you, so he did what he saw in all the movies.

he slipped his tongue into your mouth, grinning against your lips in pride at his actions.

felix’s hands traveled to your waist as took your word, letting go of his anxieties and doing what came naturally.

and without even realizing it, he began to take the lead.

all of the feelings were overwhelming. the way that you tugged on his hair, how close your bodies were, the way your tongue felt against his own.

he never wanted to stop.

until his phone began ringing.

you pulled away and he let out a shaky breath, slowly opening his eyes to stare at your features up close.

“felix, your phone,” you reminded him.

he jolted out of the daze, reaching for it.

chan.

he was about to just cancel the call when he saw the spam texts, asking where he was.

with a heavy sigh, he answered with you still on his lap.

“did you make up with y/n?”

“be quiet! i’m with her right now!”

you let out a laugh.

“oh! tell her hi!”

felix hung up on his friend with a groan, turning the ringer off.

“can we go back to kissing again?”

“after he’s done blowing you up,” you pointed at the buzzing phone.

2K notes · View notes

bloodycyrano · 3 months

Text

Here's what Team Tadpole would do for you for valentine's day!

Karlach: She would get you the absolute BIGGEST plushie she could find, and chocolates. Post-upgrades, she would cuddle the plushie for a few nights beforehand so it smells like her. She'd probably bring you to a carnival- One that *isn't* infested with shapeshifters this time -and try to take turns winning each other prizes.

Wyll: Wyll Ravengard spares no romantic gesture. He brought you your favorite flowers and decided to take you out dancing! He wanted to finish off the night with a romantic walk on the beach, but Mizora crashed your date, and now the three of you are playing board games because she wouldn't leave- Which Wyll isn't exactly happy about, but he's content as long as he gets to spend time with you.

Gale: Gale would probably make you a home-cooked meal in his tower back at home and absolutely shower you with affection and little magic tricks to dazzle the eyes. He's constantly seeking that approval, so you'd better believe he's going all out.

Halsin: Halsin would take you on a picnic in the prettiest part of the woods he could find, and surprise you with a special wild garden bed of your favorite flowers. He'd also have a whittled duck for you.

Shadowheart: Shadowheart would bring you a single night-blooming flower and a bottle of wine. She'd probably take you somewhere dark and secluded where you could simply spend the night enjoying each other's company, away from the rest of the world.

Astarion: Astarion is happy to do almost anything as long as he's with you. You stopped by his grave to leave flowers- A cute gesture he's likely become accustomed to. Perhaps he takes you out to dinner, or to a play he knows you've been wanting to see, but the real treat is when he takes you back home to cuddle and read together. Horror novels and shocking favorites only.- You wouldn't expect it, but he does voices for the characters if you get him to read out loud. His faked accents are awful, but it's cute.

Ascended Astarion: Awe, you didn't think I'd leave you guys out, did you? So. He's likely to do something flashier. A wine tasting, or maybe take you to get a new outfit tailored to fit you perfectly. It doesn't match anything you'd actually choose to wear, but it paints the perfect picture of the vampire consort trophy spouse he's decided that you are. He keeps setting up little things that you feel are supposed to make you happy, but it's filled with a harsh coldness and an empty stare. You've all but given up hope that the Astarion you know and love is still in there until the night comes to a close, and he brings you home. He's being strangely affectionate and sweet. Cuddly. At first, you take this as a sign of better days - until he won't stop biting you, no matter what you say or do. Eventually, he's taken so much blood that you pass out; and you wake up in your locked chambers alone with a pretty, expensive necklace and roses. No note. It doesn't even matter if roses are your favorite flower or not. He doesn't care.

Lae'zel: She didn't know Valentine's Day was a thing. She can't pronounce it and literally had no idea why everyone was making a big deal about the holiday, etc. She was, however, very surprised when you brought her a gift. She tried to seem uninterested in the whole "mushy, romantic stuff," but you could practically see her heart melt when you made a romantic gesture. You spent the rest of the day together - She probably tried to bring you out hunting or sparring.

Durge: Durge would either give you a mortal heart in a jar or a vial of their own blood, and disturbing poetry they wrote for you. They might try to get you to get matching tattoos with them, but they won't push you if you'd rather not. Aside from that, they might take you to a cemetery or a long lost ruin to bask in the macabre beauty of the space. They'd also bring brownies they made themself.- They were going to pack a picnic, but they didn't want to smother you; and they're really better at baking than they are at cooking.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate meme #astarion #bg3 durge #dark urge #gale dekarios #baldurs gate tav #lae'zel #wyll ravengard #shadowheart #halsin #karlach #valentines day #bg3 scenarios #scenarios #ascended astarion

150 notes · View notes

saltofmercury · 1 year

Note

Oh you König domestic works are absolute bliss, hun <3

Might I request some more domesticity with König x reader perhaps baking together? I could see this being absolutely adorable.

Cheers,

"Chocolate crepes"

You searched for anything throughout his pantry, mouth watering, stomach grumbling, and patience thinning. It had started as a small craving, small bits of chocolate that you wanted to indulge in. It was around eleven at night, your body was in desperate need of chocolate —something. Chocolate ice cream, chocolate cake, even a brownie would suffice right now but there was nothing remotely close.

“Shit” you mumbled to yourself. Seeing the pile of dirty dishes he had left in the sink, then a rattle in the background.

You heard the footsteps down the hall, thumping their way over. His face still swollen with sleep, his eyes barely opening up. He wore black sweats, his red-blonde hair sticking everywhere. One eye was rubbing sleep out of his eye, as the other rubbed his stomach.

“Are you alright? I can hear you slamming cabinets and drawers from the room. Could’ve sworn it was another burglar.”

There was a sheepish smile, growing at the corner of his mouth.

“I’m fine, I just need a midnight snack”

“A midnight snack? Well there’s plenty of cheese and salami from that board you made..”

The two of you had ordered multiple cheeses, salami, pepperoni, and prosciutto, to make a fancy board for dinner. The two of you laughed at the board being devoured before you could even make it to the dinner table.

“Not that kind of snack, like… a treat.”

His eyes perked up.

Treat was the “secret” word you two used to describe sweets. It was the funniest thing when you heard it from his mouth. A 6 foot 7 man calling a slice of cherry pie a treat.

His eyes widened, he had a special rule. Dedicated to the gym 6 out of the 7 days of the week, he had no sugar after 12pm, only on special occasions such as birthdays or anniversaries. You were tempting him, he had gone almost two weeks without sugar to really try and make his goal.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Chocolate”

“Oooooof you know you’re a bad influence.” Though it was enough to get the gears in his head moving.

He picked you up and set you on the island of the kitchen. Settling both hands around you, he asked,

“What kind of chocolate treat?”

You made eye contact with him, knowing that for sure if he wanted some sort of dessert, he was going to make it happen.

“I don’t know, I couldn’t find anything.”

“I was even hoping for some brownies?”

You had wanted anything. Oreos at this point would maybe make you feel better too.

He turned to you, playfully said in disgust

“a brownie? For a chocolate treat?”

He had turned around to get things out of the pantry. Flour, eggs, cornstarch, cocoa powder, butter, and milk. He brought out silver bowls, mixing together ingredients, and heating up a pan.

You stared at him, unsure of what he was making. It wasn’t chocolate, except for the cocoa powder so it threw you off guard. Sensing how confused you were he began talking.

“You know who taught me how to make crepes? My mom.”

“Really? Is that an Austrian thing?”

“No it’s French…” he smirked at you, sometimes you could be so clueless. As he began to pour the batter into the pan, he swirled it around, covering every surface of the pan, then flipped it immediately. The crepe had a few light brown spots on it, but for the most part was plain, almost undercooked. Though you didn’t want to nag, you just kept observing him listening to what he was saying.

“Mom used to make crepes for breakfast or sometimes as a small treat after dinner. My god, she used to add things like berries, chocolate, vanilla, caramel sauce, but my favorite was always chocolate.”

He continued adding the batter into the pan, flipping, then placing it on top of the other.

“So my mom, I think because my dad was very insecure about her weight/looks, she really limited herself to treats. She loved sweets. So she would trick herself into having a crep with as much powdered sugar, strawberries, and blueberries, then saying it was a small dessert.”

He looked at you, smiling, the memories of his mom were the best. He always smiled when he talked about his mom. Even when he told you about when they had a small fight, he would laugh about how stupid it was saying that they could only tiptoe around each other for 30 minutes until one of them apologized.

He finished making enough crepes making the stack of at least three pancakes. It took you by surprise when you noticed how many he actually made. He went into the fridge and got out heavy cream.

“This one birthday, for some reason my dad didn’t want to buy a cake saying that 12 years old is too old to celebrate birthdays. So she scrambled up this chocolate crepe cake.”

He turned around and grabbed out the sugar, heavy cream, and cocoa powder. He placed it all inside a bowl, grabbed a whisk and began to whisk away the ingredients. It soon formed a thick, chocolate paste.

He could see you about to ask the question –

“Lots of practice, my mom broke her hand mixer so we took turns beating this mixture together.”

He then went over to the drawer, grabbed a spoon out, scooping some of the mixture out for you to taste.

“What do you think?”

“Tastes great.”

He smiled, then turned to the small stack of crepes he made, and began to evenly spread a thin layer of the chocolate cream on each one. He proceeded to do this with each one, until you saw what he was doing. He had formed a small cake, with thin layers of chocolate cream. He spread the remaining bit on the top of the last crepe, then sprinkled cocoa powder on the rest.

He grabbed a knife, cut a big piece, then handed it to you. He leaned on the counter, watching you taste it.

It was something so simple, that had felt so familiar and satisfied your craving.

“Wow” you said as you watched how he completed a small chocolate cake right before your eyes. “Holy shit this is so good!”

He laughed, finishing up his last bite, then offering you another slice.

“No thanks, I’m pretty much stuffed.”

“Good.” he smiled at you, then wiped the chocolate powder on the bottom of your lip. He eyed the pile of dishes he forgot, trying to sneak out of them.

“Well since I did cook, I think it’s best you get the dishes.”

#könig #call of duty #könig mw2 #könig x reader #konig x reader #konig call of duty

519 notes · View notes

angelbaby-fics · 1 year

Note

Hello Chloe! Its my first time requesting for a fic so I’m gonna try my best… can I please request a stucky x little!reader with a reader that has sinus arrhythmia? Because I have it and it says that I have Irregular heartbeat and I palpitate sometimes too so maybe a scenario where reader accidentally ate chocolate that is pure choco like Belgian chocolate and after a while she was palpitating and stucky helped her through it? Maybe even taking her to the hospital because my doctor said that if I palpitate I need to go to the emergency room immediately. And ends with fluff and comfort from stucky (even letting her hold on to their tags)? Thank you.. i’m sorry if this is so much for you though…🫶🏻❤️

Chocolate Trouble

Word Count: 1.5k!

A/N: Is the gif too on the nose? hehehe... Anyways, I hope this is alright! I tried to do some research on the condition as well as my own experience with tachycardia so I hope this is accurate!! Please let me know if there's anything you need changed or rewritten 💕💕

You knew you shouldn’t, you couldn’t help it, the spread of treats was far too enticing to resist. Tony had gone all out for Peter’s birthday party, as always, and this particular party included a massive buffet of catered goods of every sort of flavor profile. What caught your eyes most, of course, was the dessert table. Without Steve and Bucky around to tell you otherwise, you completely ignored the trays of sandwiches and bowls of fresh fruit in favor of as many cakes and cookies as you could get your hands on. You made a concentrated effort to pick treats that didn’t contain any caffeine, so you wouldn’t aggravate your heart condition, but without your daddies there to tell you which foods were safe & which were no-no’s, you were having trouble. But a little treat couldn’t hurt, right?

As you stuffed a sixth chocolate brownie into your overalls pocket, Peter tapped you on the shoulder, holding out a shiny plastic bag.

“We have goodie bags, by the way,” he said, as you took the bag.

“Thank you,” you replied.

“My daddy says you can take home as many as you want! Wanna try my favorites?” He asked, and your face lit up. The rest of the party was spent by you and Peter sampling each other’s favorite treats and filling up your bag with all the ones you loved, which, of course, was all of them. You were so preoccupied with sweets, you didn’t even notice that Steve and Bucky had come to pick you up until Bucky was kneeling down next to you.

“That's a lot of sugar, sugar,” he smirked.

“Baba!” You squealed, all at once abandoning the dessert table as you threw yourself into Bucky’s arms. He spun you around before catching the bag in your hand.

“What’s all this, huh? We leave you for a couple hours and you get possessed by Cookie Monster?” Bucky joked as he rifled through the bag, removing the snacks that would aggravate your condition, much to your disappointment.

“It's a special holiday!” You rebuffed, and Peter came to your defense.

“Yeah! My birthday means that me and all my friends can eat all the treats we want and nobody can tell us no! ‘Cause I’m the birthday king!” He said proudly.

“Oh, forgive me, your highness!” Bucky replied, now satisfied with your newly accommodated bag of heart-safe treats. “Does the birthday king ever make his subjects eat their veggies?”

“NO!” You and Peter both replied, before dissolving into giggles.

“What’s so funny?” Steve asked, finishing up his chat with Tony, and joining the three of you.

“I think someone’s got a sugar high,” Bucky answered, before calming the nervous look that instantly crossed Steve’s face, “And don’t worry, I checked all the treats. We’re safe.”

Steve knew what it was like to have a condition that affected his everyday life, and he was fiercely protective of you for it. Growing up with heart conditions of his own, he knew the struggles of having to choose sometimes between having fun and staying healthy, and he was so proud of you every time you made the right choice. Bucky let Steve look through the goodie bag as well, and when he was satisfied with it, he picked you up into his arms and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

You said your goodbyes to Peter and the rest of your friends, while Steve said goodbye to all the grownups, and Bucky smiled and awkwardly waved hoping you and Steve wouldn’t take too long. Thankfully, many of the guests had been picked up before you, so you were out of the party and strapped into your car seat in no time at all. Your daddies kept the goodie bag of treats with them in the front seat, promising you could eat them to your heart’s content as soon as you finished at least of the healthy dinner Steve would prepare that night. You pouted in the back seat, having lost your bargain for a snack on the way home. How could they expect you to just sit in a car full of treats and NOT be given one? The back seat was so boring, all your toys were out of reach, the air conditioner made your nose cold, and the smell of sugar and chocolate from the front seat made your mouth water.

Wait a minute… Bucky had taken all the chocolates out of the goodie bag, hadn’t he? So what was that smell?

You remembered.

The brownies you’d stuffed in your front pocket were still there, and your daddies had no idea. Feeling very pleased with yourself, even though this little heist had been a complete accident, you popped bite after bite of rich, chewy chocolate into your mouth. The car had just pulled into the driveway when you finished the last one. Bucky went to unlock the house while Steve came around to the backseat to unstrap you, both of them none the wiser about your little chocolate escapades on the drive home. You were so excited to have gotten away with it all, until Steve was hoisting you up onto his hip, and you felt it.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, making your breath catch and shake. You hoped it was nothing serious, just post-party excitement and the joy of being in Steve’s capable arms, but then it happened again. It was like a butterfly had gotten into your ribcage and was fighting to get out. You furrowed your brows in discomfort, and Steve immediately noticed that something was wrong. His enhanced hearing and intuition, fine tuned just to you, could instantly sense the irregular beat of your heart, and he sprung into action.

“Bucky, back in the car, we gotta go,” He said, quickly reversing all his actions, strapping you back into your car seat and starting up the car. Bucky could tell the urgency, running back to the car without a question. As soon as Bucky was in, Steve sped off in the direction of Dr. Bruce’s practice, Banner being your family’s preferred physician due to his familiarity with all the littles of the Avengers crew.

“I checked, I swear I checked,” Bucky stressed, and it turned your stomach to think that he believed this was his fault.

“I know you did, honey,” Steve comforted him, but his focus was more split between keeping his eyes on the road, and nervously glancing back at you in the rearview mirror.

“What caused this, then? If she didn’t eat anything we didn’t approve of, then what the hell is going on?” Bucky whispered, not wanting to stress you out and make your heart worse. As far as they were aware, you were suddenly having a mysterious flare up of your condition, and you didn’t know what was worse, letting them believe this, or telling the truth about the treats you had snuck. You sat miserably in your car seat, heart still occasionally palpitating while you stewed in the regret of disobeying your daddies and sneaking the chocolate brownies.

When you got to Bruce’s office, you were immediately carried into a private room and hooked up to a heart monitor to keep a watch on your heart rate. You watched from your bed as the adults discussed how to fix this and what might have caused it, the guilt eating away at you. You finally decided to speak up.

“Um… doc’or Bruce?” You whispered, and all three adults turned their heads to face you. “I eated chocolate brownies. My daddies didn’t know and it’s not their fault, okay?”

Like a held breath being released, the tension in the room dissipated. Bruce smiled and came over to put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. He explained to your still slightly nervous caretakers how the small amounts of caffeine in the chocolate were fine in moderation, but the quality of the chocolate you’d eaten combined with the quantity of treats you’d had throughout the day had been just a little too much for your heart, causing the previously mysterious palpitations. You’d need to be kept overnight just to monitor your condition, but your heart rate would most likely regulate soon with some rest. After his explanation, Bruce left the room so that you, Steve, and Bucky could have a moment to yourselves.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, too ashamed to look them in the eyes.

“Babydoll, it's okay,” Steve said, joining you on the hospital bed while Bucky pulled up a chair next to it. “We’re not mad, we were just so scared.”

“Daddies get scared, too?” You asked.

“Oh yeah baby, all the time!” Buck answered.

“That's crazy. You’re so tough!” you giggled, finally looking up at each of them.

Steve’s dog tags hung from his neck in front of you, and you reached out to hold them for comfort. Seeing this, Bucky took his off and handed them to you as well, and there you stayed, gripping the dogtags in your left hand and Bucky’s hand in your right, until eventually you dozed off and Bucky wiggled himself free to get your blankie and paci from the car. Steve stayed behind, not even his super soldier strength could pry your little hands off his tags when you were like this, but he didn’t care.They were both just so thankful you were okay.

#stucky x little!reader #cg!stucky #cg!stucky x little!reader #cg!bucky x little!reader #cg!steve x little!reader #little!reader #bucky x little!reader #daddy!steve x little!reader #daddy!bucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky #chloe's fic

581 notes · View notes

millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

Text

Being Karasuno’s Manager

🧁🍩Miss Manager loves to Bake 🍪 🍰

Karasuno featuring Seijoh x female! manager (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: pure fluff

AN: This is probably the cutest anon request ever 🥹

Let me just say this

Kageyama might be “king of the court” but YN is “Queen of Karasuno” 👸

Honestly these boys absolutely worship you

Literally, they act as if they don’t have three managers

They literally will lay down in a puddle of mud while you step on them

Will do the above 👆 for any of their three managers

But you, you my love are super special to our boys

Why you ask?

Well it’s because you provide them with nutrients to survive 😌

That’s right, your love of baking and the fine art of culinary creations only helps you out with our beloved crows

You’ve learned to cater to all their needs

Filling recipes with top tier ingredients for success

Things like fruits, nuts, and even sneaking some veggies in there

Like zucchini bread or carrot cake

Listen, even if it’s in a desert, it still counts as a fruit or veggie

I don’t want to hear “tHe SuGaR cAnCeLs It OuT”

Because like these boys need the sugar to run and jump all over the place ok 🤚🏻

You bake almost daily as a form of stress release and therapy

Please you need it with the team you manage 🙄

And you always bring in the treats for the boys!

And they ALWAYS eat them up

“These are fantastic Yn what are they called?” Hinata asks

“They are Fudgy Pumpkin Brownie bites! It’s a new recipe!” You exclaim as Kageyama and Noya go in for thirds

“You fit a whole pumpkin in here Yn?!?” Hinata : D

You 👉🏻😐

“I think she means that there is pumpkin in the recipe not one per bite,” Ennoshita explains

I never claimed they were smart Yn

Anyways, you are always there to help our precious boys fill their bellies

You are in charge of snacks for games and practice, often finding joy in everything you do

So when the prelims for the road to spring nationals start, you are busy whipping up some goodies

You bake the entire weekend before, preparing for every possible scenario

Protein muffins for in between matches

Chocolate chip cookies for after they win matches

You even prepare some of your famous Strawberry shortcake cookies just incase the boys happen to lose

Not that we think they will, don’t get me wrong but it’s always nice to be prepared

Anyways, the prelims start and Karasuno dominates

Like, did we really thinking they wouldn’t 💅

Anyways, tensions run high as the boys go into their match with Seijoh

You remember the first time they fought against Seijoh and how the loss crushed them

But fueled up on your high-protein muffins, these boys are ready to kick butt!

And kick butt they do!

They beat Seijoh and prepare to meet Shiratorizawa in the finals

After the game, you notice how upset Seijoh is after their loss

You knew this was the third years last tournament and seeing them cry hurt

You thought about if it was your boys

And with that, there was only one thing left to do

So you pulled out a piece of paper and wrote a little note and stuck it in the box of cookies

As your team was preparing to leave, you grabbed your box of Strawberry Shortcake cookies and ran over to Seijoh

Karasuno rn 👉🏻👀

“Excuse me?” You said as the entire Seijoh team turned around and looked at you

“You guys played an excellent game and you deserve these,” you said handing Seijoh your expertly wrapped cookies

Oikawa accepted, saying nothing

Please you left him speechless

Too bad Kunimi’s too sad to even record this moment 😭

You smile and wave as you run back to your team

Meanwhile, back the gym the Seijoh boys are extremely sad

“Hey what did that manager from Karasuno give you Oikawa?” Kindaichi asked as Oikawa reached for the box

He reached for it, opening it as the note slipped out

Iwa picked the note up and began reading it

It read “Thank you for playing your hardest! You deserve these. Xoxo YN, Karasuno’s Manager”

“It’s cookies,” Oikawa said as he began to pass them around and Iwa showed Oiks the note

Oikawa rn 👉🏻😐🥺😭

Please the entire Seijoh team is eating your cookies and crying Yn 😩

The next few days go by

You are in the gym taking notes when a teacher comes to get you

“Excuse me?”

“Yes,” Takeda asks

“Umm there is a team of boys at the front gate here to see Yn,” the teacher says

Karasuno 👉🏻 a team…. OF BOYS 😐😑

Tanaka and Noya 👉🏻 FOR YN?!?? 😡🤬

“Oh my ok!” You say, getting up and walking towards the gates of Karasuno

Tanaka, Noya, Kags and Hinata are ready to go

It takes the entire rest of the team to hold them back 🙄

“WHAT IF THEY KIDNAP YN??” Noya shouts

“They literally showed up at the front of school in broad daylight, like that’s gonna happen,” Suga say, rolling his eyes

“Someone has never watched dateline before,” Tanaka adds

Of course, you ignore them and head for the gates

As you approach, you see the white track suits

You 👉🏻😐😳

“Umm hi,” you say as the boys of Seijoh all look at you

“Team!” Oikawa shouts and they all scream

“THANK YOU FOR THE COOKIES YN!” while bowing

You rn 👉🏻😐😳🥹

“You are so welcome! Thank you for coming!” You say smiling and going to hug them

You hug Iwa first and boy is he stiff 😅

It’s safe to say the entire Seijoh team is now in love with you Yn 🥰

Bonus

“Omg is Oikawa crying?” Kageyama says, shoving Hinata out of the way as they watch around the corner.

“Hey watch it butthole!” Hinata shouts as he pushed Kageyama out of the way.

“I’d cry too if YN hugged me,” Noya added as Tanaka nodded.

“You guys are about to have something to cry about if you don’t get your butts back to the gym RIGHT NOW!” Daichi shouted, looming over them as the boys all turned and ran back to the gym.

883 notes · View notes

the1975attheirverybest · 7 months

Text

The Greatest British Bake-off

A/N: Prompter day 12

Prompt: autumn treats.

Warnings: none

----

"are you...serious?" she rolled her eyes jokingly. "The theme was 'autumn, boys. You've all got brownie m=ingredients."

"Matty picked the challenge." George tattled.

Adam mumbled something about having warned them about this.

Matty cleared his throat as a pre-announcement before speaking authoritatively, "Brownies can be autumnal."

Ross whispered into Matty's ear, "I think you have a special kind of brownies in mind," and they both giggled.

"Baby, this is brownie mix. with this level of laziness, I don't think we can call this a bake-off." she eyed the ingredients he'd laid out on the counter with snobby judgement.

"I've got a few surprises up my sleeve. Just...just time us, okay? lets settle this once and for all."

the title of "Best Band Baker" was at stake. Matty's competitive side has always been both attractive and entertaining, so she'd invited Charli and Carly to collectively enjoy this madness.

"alright boys. find your stations and I'll get a timer going...."

Charli took that as her cue to pour the wine.

"Okay, everyone settled? ready...set...AND GO!" She grinned at the sound of butter packets opening, whisks circling, and Matty struggling to open his Brownie mix and crack and egg.

"You should all give up now." George stated, dipping a finger in to taste-test his concoction, "my brownies will destroy yours without a doubt."

"Less trash talking more baking, George." Matty mumbled, his brows furrowed, his tongue sticking out. "christ! I think I cut myself."

Charli chuckled reminding everyone that, as a general rule, blood in the batter disqualifies you unconditionally.

"Me, me, me! I go first! I've finished first!" Ross announced, ecstatic.

"alright, we've only got one oven, so we'll have to put all of your...uhm...masterpieces in together. it'll be a game of Tetris so let me do it."

"well, let the record show, I was the first to finish. That goes towards my final score, yes?"

She looked at her co-judges, nodding when Charli and Carly both confirmed. "Yes, Ross. It does."

---

"I think we should grade them in the order that they were finished." Charli suggested. "Which means...Ross MacDonald. You're going first."

Ross smiled luminously, cutting up three pieces for each of the ladies to try.

They watched the boys serious and apprehensive faces and decided to milk it, taking their time, whispering their comments to each other and pretending to look serious in contemplation.

"alright, so we all agree?"

"mhm...."

"well, Ross." She took a deep breath. "Upon first glance it might seem like a perfectly respectable Brownie....but, my friend, the edges are a bit too dry and crispy. You'd have to cut off a significant portion of this thing to enjoy a brownie-textured bite. so...7/10."

"George Daniel, you're next, bro."

"George....oh man. you see how it's still runny in the middle? it MIGHT have turned into a brownie at some point, if it ever finished baking. sorry, babe. 5/10."

In the background, Ross and George bickered over who would have the worst luck.

"Adam gets extra points for the presentation. Tell us, are those actual chocolate shavings on top? wow, alright...we might have a winner here. 8.5/10."

"last but not least, Matthew...." She squinted her eyes, looking up at her boyfriend. "I...this color isn't a good sign, babe."

Matty rolled his eyes, "would you just- fuckin try it?"

"you sneaky little...." Carly giggled. "he's added pumpkin to it!"

"AND cinnamon."

Matty beamed "Can't have pumpkin without cinnamon. Obviously."

"hmmm....that's smart. and on theme." Charli mused.

"But Adam's presentation is infinitely more appealing...."

"Right, cuz with the pumpkin added, the color of Matty's brownies...well, it's not the most appetizing."

"He does get points for creativity though."

The three ladies nodded amongst themselves.

"do we have a tie on our hands?"

Matty, watching their debate, began to get visibly worked up. "No! That's not fair! ties are not an option! Here, listen..." He drove the knife through the still steaming dessert, "take another bite! really think about it. let it melt, luxuriously in your mouth. Smell it! It's autumn in your kitchen!"

She smiled, teasingly, at the love of her life. "wow, you really don't like losing do you?"

"Please! we should bring someone else in! Polly will break the tie. Or...yo, Ross. Call John!"

"Hmmmm" Charli winked at them to go along. "Nah, I think if we're being fair, it's a tie."

Matty, finally unable to remain still, walked out from behind the kitchen counter. "The fuck is that fair? fuck no! I demand a re-match! Only ONE band member can be the winner. this is ridiculous! Adam and I can go again! I've gotta run to the shops, though, we'll start again when I get back...."

#promptober75 #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fluff #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x y/n #matty healy x you #matty healy x reader

113 notes · View notes

hansols-yoda-boxers · 1 year

Text

Oct 31st [Felix + Aphrodisiacs]

[9:23] “Buttercup~”

You followed the sound of the pet name into the kitchen where Felix was cutting a tray of brownies. He gave you a quick smile as you entered the room and you drifted over to him, hugging him around the waist and pressing against his back. You watched as he carefully cut them all as evenly as he could before taking two and placing them on a plate.

“Did you add anything special this time?” You hummed to him.

Felix had something of a penchant for potions. Along with his baking he dabbled in alchemy and potion making and every once in a while he mixed the two, seeing if he could add some different effects to his baked goods.

Felix nodded, smiling as you pressed some light kisses to his cheek.

“It should work something like a love potion, it just makes everything feel stronger.” He shifted to glance at you. “It might make us even more mushy and loving than usual.”

You kissed his cheek again. “I think that’s impossible.”

“I guess we’ll just have to see,” He grinned, grabbing a brownie and wiggling around in your arms to face you. You kept him pressed against the counter as he brought the brownie up between your faces. You grinned at him across the treat at him before you both leaned in, taking a bite out of either side.

Still warm from the oven, you let the rich chocolate taste with a hint of something that you couldn’t quite pinpoint melt on your tongue. You closed your eyes, enjoying his delicious baking and humming at the taste. Felix’s free hand found your hip and he gave it a squeeze as you took another bite of the brownie.

“I take it you like it?” You could hear the grin in his voice before you opened your eyes.

“I always like what you make,” you hummed.

Felix squeezed your waist again, smile turning bashful as the tips of his ears tinted red. “Okay, well then do you feel any different?”

You leaned over the brownie to kiss his nose. “Not yet, love.”

Felix frowned at the treat. “Maybe this mix is a dud, then.”

“How about one more bite?” You encouraged.

“You just want more brownie,” he teased.

“Maybe,” you grinned, leaning in and taking another bite. Felix finished off the last of the brownie, kissing you sugary sweetly as he finished his part. When he pulled back he looked at you expectantly, hopefully.

“I’m sorry, love. Nothing yet.”

Felix sighed, expression looking dejected. You cupped his cheeks and kissed his pout until he smiled for you and you rested your nose against his. “Maybe it just takes a while. Let’s go sit down for a while and just see.”

“Sure,” he hummed, unconvinced.

You laced your fingers with his and led him to the couch. As you settled you pulled him close, legs laying across your lap and head resting on your shoulder. You turned on the movie before wrapping your arms around Felix while he cuddled against you, the pout having returned to his lips.

You let a hand travel up to his head, running through his hair soothingly and occasionally leaving a few kisses on his forehead. As the movie played he seemed to pout just a bit less, but he also seemed a bit uncomfortable. He started shifting and squirming in your lap, seemingly trying to find a comfy position.

You shifted your hand to rub his back, hoping it would help him settle and get comfy but you were becoming more aware of your own problem. You were feeling warmer and warmer by the second, so much so you thought you might start sweating. You didn’t want to move Felix off your lap but you were starting to get uncomfortable yourself. Maybe his brownies did have some kind of effects after all.

“You feeling okay, love?” You asked, tapping his back gently. His face was flushed and you wondered if he was feeling warm too. When he looked at you his pupils were blown wide and he had a nervous look on his face. It was cute as always but something about it made you want to absolutely ruin him. The speed at which the idea came to your mind and the accompanying arousal threw you for a loop.

“Y-Yeah?” He mumbled.

You went back to rubbing his back, swallowing down the sudden thoughts. “Okay, good. I think something in your ingredients is making me a little warm, though.”

“Me too,” he said quickly, shifting off your lap. He sat next to you instead, pulling his knees up to his chest and resting against your side. “This will be better.”

“Wanna keep watching the movie?” You asked.

“Yep,” he was answering far too quickly but you had yet to figure out what he was so nervous about all of a sudden. You knew pressing him about it would just lead him to scurry off so you had to be gentle about it if you really wanted to know. You wrapped an arm around him, resting your head on top of his as you watched a little more of the movie.

Your mind refused to settle down now. As you breathed in his warm, comforting scent you found your mind wandering to the way his moans sound just as sweet as his brownies taste. You wanted to hold him, to pull him closer. You settled for slipping your hand under his shirt and drawing small circles against his waist.

Felix started to squirm under your touch and it only made it harder to focus. It only made you think more about how he always grabbed at you or scratched his nails down your back when he was feeling good. Each thought, each memory of a night together that played through your mind was making heat pool in the pit of your stomach.

You gave Felix’s waist another squeeze and he hid his face in your shoulder, letting out what you were sure was a whimper as he shuddered.

“Felix?” You questioned.

“I-I think- u-uh” He swallowed hard. “I-I think maybe the brownies really did something.”

You took a moment to process his behavior and your own feelings. A small “oh” fell off your lips as you reached a conclusion.

“I’m sorry,” he squeaked. “I swear this wasn’t on purpose.”

You chuckled at his nervousness, reaching for his chin and tilting his face up to look at you. “You don’t usually apologize for getting horny, Lix.”

A nervous grin tugged at his lips. “It’s normally on purpose.”

“You sure? Sometimes you get pretty worked up just from watching me do any little thing.”

His cheeks burned red at that and he whined. “Well this was an accident.”

“What are you going to do about your little accident, Lix?”

He bit down on his lip, not meeting your eye for a second before making up his mind. He stretched out his legs from where they had been curled up before swinging one over your lap and straddling. It made sense now why he was all curled up when he pressed his hips against you, fully hard in his sweats. He wanted to keep his problem a secret, though you knew you would have found out sooner or later. He wrapped his arms around your neck, pressing his nose to yours.

“Promise I’ll make you feel good, Buttercup.” He hummed against your lips, already gently grinding down into your lap.

Your hands found his hips, holding them firmly as he moved, whimpers falling from his tongue to yours. Felix pressed against you, arms locked around your neck holding you just as tightly as you held him. His kisses were quickly growing more desperate and needy, moaning as your tongue pressed into his mouth.

Being with Felix was electrifying, it always was. Even his magical abilities aside touching him, him touching you, it always felt phenomenal. But today, it was like every sense was live wire. The brownies were playing a role to be sure, but so was Felix’s desperation. He was always easily needy but something about the effects of his concoction were making him want you in a way that was already nearly overwhelming.

Not that you were complaining.

Felix was tipping his hips even more, resting on his knees on either side of you and leaning into you even more while his hips started to move more roughly. His kisses were getting sloppy as more moans poured from him. But despite his sounds making your own body hotter, making arousal pool in your core, his grinding wasn’t doing much for you. You knew if you let him keep going he’d cum right in his sweats and as cute as that was, you wanted more.

You pressed down hard on Felix’s hips, doing your best to hold him still. His hips stuttered and stopped as he pulled back to look at you and the image of him only made you want him more. His eyes were wide, dark pupils staring back at you with desperation. His lips, puffed out in a pout and even more plush from the desperate kisses. His cheeks were flushed with a cute pink underlying the freckles that dotted his skin.

“W-Why did yo-”

“Weren’t you going to make me feel good, Lix?”

Felix dropped his gaze just a little. Clearly, he had gotten carried away too quickly.

“I-I would have…”

“Are you sure?” You grinned. “You seemed like you would have cum soon if I let you keep going.”

Felix met your eye quickly, shaking his head. “N-No, I wasn’t that clos-ahh” His words fell off into a moan as you pressed the heel of your palm against he bulge in his sweats, noting the wet patch from his clearly leaking cock.

“Not that close?” You questioned.

Felix wouldn’t look at you now, face burning. “Promise I’ll make you feel good,” he mumbled. “E-Even if I cum quick I promise.”

“How about I cash in that promise now?” You grinned. “Why don’t you get on your knees for me, Lix?”

Felix nodded, slipping off your lap and moving onto the floor. He settled his hands in his lap but not touching himself before looking up at you through his lashes sweetly.

“So sweet,” you cooed, running your fingers through his hair. Felix leant into your touch, clearly wanting absolutely anything you would give him, even more so than usual. The sight of him waiting patiently for you to tell him what to do could have driven you wild all on its own without him opening his mouth.

“Please hurry, buttercup,” He said, bottom lip pouting again. “Don’t make me wait to taste you. I can’t wait, I can’t take it.”

Even in his desperation he still knew what you wanted to hear. Maybe it was his own neediness to have any contact, and touch, any taste of you. But either way it nearly made you moan with the rush of arousal that shot through you. You made quick work of your own pants, slipping them off along with your panties before spreading your legs for him, working your fingers into his hair. He let out a moan as he took in the sight of your glistening core. His gaze of pure lust flickered up to meet your eye, only your permission holding him back.

“Make me feel good, Lix,” You grinned. “Just like you promised.”

That was all it took for Felix to dive between your legs. Your head fell back quickly in a moan at the sudden, intense sensation as his tongue started lapping through your folds and over your clit. His hands wrapped around your thighs, squeezing the soft skin and pulling you closer to the edge of the couch.

The arousal and desire that had been pooling in your core was finally set alight by the way he moved his tongue, knowing just how fast, just how hard you liked it. Each movement gave you a jolt of pleasure that washed through your senses. Already your felt tension starting in your body while moans poured from your lips.

You were sure you could feel everything so much more than normally. The way his fingers pressed into your skin, the soft tickle of his hair against your thighs as he pressed his face in closely, the motions of his warm, wet tongue against your body. Each moan he let out was like music that only turned you on more, only helped along by the fact that his moan vibrated through your body. The sound of moans mixing with the lewd sounds of him eating you out.

“So sweet,” his words were so muffled against you you nearly missed them but as they registered you felt even more arousal, so much so that you thought you might burst. Your fingers dug into his hair, tightening your hold.

“Tastes sweet, Lix?” Your voice was far more breathy than you thought it would be but by the way it made Felix squirm you were sure he was only getting more turned on.

“Perfect,” He murmured. “Want you always.”

“You want this taste on your tongue every day, Lix?” You hummed.

“Please,” he whined before sucking your clit between his lips.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” you moaned, hips grinding up against his face. It only seemed to turn him on more. He did nothing to stop you, chasing you with his tongue instead and growing more messy and needy as he did so.

“Need you to cum,” He mumbled. “Need it on my tongue, please.”

“Keep going, Lix,” You moaned. “Just like that, so good.”

You held his hair, not that you were keeping him anywhere when he wouldn’t break away from your sweet cunt for the world, not when he had the need to taste your sweet release on his tongue. He ate you out with more vigor than he ever had, moaning almost as much as you were from the taste and your hand in his hair and how hard he was, how much he needed release too.

Your eyes screwed shut as the tension in your body nearly reached its breaking point. Your head fell back against the couch and your hips rode his tongue as moans fell from your lips. The way he touched you and moved felt so electrifying. Curses fell from your lips as your thighs trembled, pressing in hard around Felix’s head in a way that only spurred him on more as he sucked and licked at your clit as if his life depended on it.

He sucked hard on your clit, nails dragging down the back of your thighs, and you fell over your edge. You cried out his name as your hips bucked up, completely away from his lips through the force of your orgasm. You felt the warm gush between your legs, hearing Felix’s gasp, and then groan as his grip on your thighs tightened while he brought his tongue to help you ride through the last of your high. As you started to shake, coming down in pure bliss you felt Felix’s tongue dipping into you, greedily lapping up every bit of your release that he could.

“So good,” he moaned. “So sweet, love you so much.”

He lapped at your entrance until you pulled his head back, gazing down at him through heavily lidded, hungry eyes. You watched the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallowed hard.

“Such a good boy, Lix,” You purred. “Come here.”

Felix was quick to climb onto your lap. He locked his arms around you in a desperate kiss. Despite the way your taste on his lips was driving you wild you didn’t let the kiss continue for only, firmly pushing him back and watching him pout.

“It’s your turn, Lix,” You said. “Would you like my hand or my mouth?”

The look of distress Felix gave you bordered on hilarious. His eyes shifted quickly between your lips and your arms as your hands rubbed soothingly along his shoulders. It was almost as if you could see the gears turning in his lust addled brain, unable to make a choice of which was better. Unable to wrap his hand around the seemingly heavenly choice.

“I-I think…” He bit down on his lip.

“Too hard of a choice?” You cooed, watching him blush harder.

“Y-Your mouth is always so good.” He confessed. “B-But I want to kiss you, I want you to talk to me t-too.”

You leaned in to kiss along his neck and he whimpered.

“Th-That makes it h-harder.” He whined.

“The choice or you?” You teased.

“Th-The choice? Me? B-Both.” His voice sounded almost as if it would break and you came up to press your forehead to his, hugging him around his waist to steady him. You knew he must be almost overwhelmed at this point. You kissed his nose sweetly to calm him a little.

“Do you want to be able to hold me?” You asked.

Felix nodded.

“Do you want to be able to kiss me?”

He nodded again.

“Then we’ll do it like this. Can you take off those sweats for me?”

Felix obliged, slipping back off your lap for just enough time to drop his pants and boxers before straddling you again. You only had a moment to admire his cock, hard, red, and leaking as it stood against his stomach before he was pressing it into you, whining. You forced him back a little, just enough space to move your hand freely before wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock.

His arms held you tightly as he breathed out a moan against your lips. You took it slow, knowing how sensitive he was and that it wouldn’t take very long with how worked up he was. Your hand moved at a steady pace, not too much. Even so, moans were already pouring from Felix’s lips to yours.

His hips rocked up into your hand and you brought your free hand to his hip, making sure he stayed steady and helping him guide his movements as he tried to fuck into your hand.

“You’re doing so well for me, Lix.” You hummed.

“S-So good,” he moaned. You were sure he wouldn’t be able to manage much more of a sentence than that and his sweet moans only made you want to see him come undone that much more.

“My sweet boy,” You hummed. “You’ve been so good for me.”

You tightened your grip just a little and Felix let out a broken cry. His eyes screwed shut and you pulled back to watch him carefully. He tried to hold you close against, squirming and whimpering and you stayed back just a little, keeping your pace steady.

Even so it seemed he was finally getting fully overwhelmed as he whined for you, trying harder to pull you back to him as tears started staining his cheeks. You stilled your movements, coming back to meet him in desperate and needy kisses, wet with salty tears. You rubbed his back soothingly while he whined.

“D-D-Don’t stop.”

“Is it too much, Felix?” You knew he could heard the concern in your voice and it made him duck his face, hiding it in your neck.

“N-Not too much. W-Want you. Wanna c-cum.”

“Lix, look at me.” You coaxed his face out of hiding, meeting his gaze. “Are you okay?”

“S-So good.” He mumbled. “S-So much. N-Need to cum.”

“Are you sure?”

“P-Please, please.” He whimpered, leaning in to press more kisses as a way to beg. You returned them before giving yourself just enough space to talk to him.

“Okay, just a little more until you cum.” You started pumping his cock again, back to the same pressure and speed. “Thank yous” fell from his lips and tears kept falling down his face, not wanting to stop despite how much he was clearly feeling.

“Such a good boy for me,” you murmured sweet praise to him. “Made me feel so good. My perfect Lix.”

His moans grew louder as he started to buck into your hand. You moved just a little faster as you told him just how sweet and perfect he was until he cried out your name, hot cum spilling in thick ropes over your fingers and dripping down to your thighs. Felix rode your hand through his high with a series of the most beautiful sounds he had ever uttered until he was spent, falling against you and crying softly.

You released his cock, cleaning off your hand with a nearby tissue before hugging him tightly and rubbing his back. You pressed kisses to the top of his head and just held him as he slowly calmed down.

When he was only sniffling you gently lifted his face to look at you. Before you could say anything he spoke, voice rough and clearly tired.

“Can we have more of those brownies tomorrow?”

#DONE #WOOHOO #i may or may not have cheated to get something i really wanted for the last day #but also its long and good so you're welcome #kinktober 2022 #timestamp #stray kids imagines #stray kids smut #skz imagines #skz smut #felix imagines #felix smut #felix lee smut #lee yongbok smut

434 notes · View notes

fatgamergirl13 · 3 months

Text

The first time he showed up at my door, I was a bit skeptical. A cute guy, a bit older than me, with a friendly smile and a backpack full of textbooks. He was my tutor, here to help me navigate the treacherous waters of calculus and physics. Little did I know, those study sessions would turn into a journey of self-discovery and unexpected transformations.

Our first session started innocently enough. He explained complex equations, drew diagrams on the whiteboard, and patiently answered my endless questions. There was a genuine warmth in his eyes that made me feel at ease. As the session ended, he pulled out a small box filled with freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.

"You did great today. Treat yourself!" he said, handing me the box.

Those cookies were heavenly, and that became our little tradition. For every correct answer, there was a reward waiting – cookies, brownies, cupcakes. Deliciously distracting incentives that made studying a bit more enjoyable.

As the weeks went by, I noticed his eyes linger a little longer than necessary. He'd compliment my intelligence, my dedication to learning. There was a subtle shift in our dynamic, and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Was it just my imagination?

One day, he brought in a batch of cinnamon rolls, warm and gooey. The aroma filled the room, and I couldn't resist the temptation. With each bite, I could feel the sweetness seeping into my veins, and the world outside our study sessions began to blur.

"You have a beautiful smile," he said, watching me savor the cinnamon goodness. "I always love seeing you happy."

His words sent a shiver down my spine. Was this about more than just my academic success?

As the months passed, the baked goods became more elaborate, and my waistline began to expand along with my knowledge. He'd bring pies, cakes, and pastries, each one a testament to my growing achievements in calculus and physics. It was a peculiar exchange – my intellectual growth intertwined with my physical transformation.

One evening, after I successfully tackled a particularly challenging problem, he leaned in and whispered, "You're doing so well. I have something special for you." He unveiled a plate of decadent chocolate truffles, each bite a symphony of flavors dancing on my tongue.

The unspoken tension between us lingered, and I could sense a different kind of hunger in his gaze. It was a hunger that went beyond academic success, a hunger that seemed to be fueled by my ever-expanding figure.

As the school year neared its end, he took a bolder step. "I've enjoyed our time together, and I was wondering if you'd like to go out for dinner sometime," he suggested, his eyes filled with a mixture of hope and desire.

I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. The realization hit me – this wasn't just about tutoring or academic success. He was attracted to the physical changes I was undergoing, the transformation that had turned me from a 200-pound student into someone twice that size.

I agreed to the dinner, and our relationship took a new turn. No longer just tutor and student, we were two people navigating the complexities of attraction and appetite. He took me to restaurants, indulging me in dishes that celebrated excess and abundance. The more I ate, the more I could feel his satisfaction, a peculiar bond formed over meals that mirrored my expanding size.

By the end of the year I was morbidly obese, but i'd become so accustomed to the high calorie diet and him feeding me 24/7 that I couldnt resist temptation. By the time I graduated I was 800lbs, hardly able to take a few steps without needing to rest. But i loved it, i loved being huge and eating what I wanted. I had turned into a huge fat pig.

53 notes · View notes

ataurusinabookshop · 7 months

Text

Fudge brownies with peanut butter frosting from Playing for Keeps by R L Mathewson

Brownie Ingredients

▢ 1 cup unsalted butter melted

▢ 2 ¼ cup granulated sugar

▢ 4 large eggs

▢ 1 tablespoon vanilla

▢ 1 1/3 cup all purpose flour

▢ 1 teaspoon salt

▢ 1 teaspoon baking powder

▢ 3/4 cup cocoa powder

▢ ¼ cup dark cocoa powder (I used Hershey’s special dark cocoa powder)

▢ 4 ounces chocolate chips or chunks

Instructions

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit and spray a 9×13 baking pan with pan spray and line with parchment paper. Set aside.

Whisk together butter and sugar in a medium bowl until well combined. Add in the eggs and vanilla and whisk until combined.

Sift the flour, salt, baking powder, and cocoa powder into another bowl. If you want a darker brownie, go ahead and use 1/2 cup regular cocoa powder and 1/2 cup dark cocoa powder. Gently mix the dry ingredients with the wet ingredients until just combined. Gently stir in chocolate chips.

Pour batter into the prepared pan and bake for about 35-40 minutes, until a toothpick comes out clean. If you like your brownies a little more on the gooey side, bake for 30-35 minutes.

Allow the brownies to cool for at least 30 minutes before serving. Pair with ice cream for a delectable treat!

Frosting Ingredients

Ingredients

5 Tablespoons (75g) unsalted butter, softened to room temperature

1 cup (250g) creamy peanut butter*

1 cup (120g) confectioners’ sugar

1/3 cup (80ml) heavy cream, at room temperature

1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract

¼ teaspoon salt

Cook Mode Prevent your screen from going dark

Instructions

With a handheld or stand mixer fitted with a paddle or whisk attachment, beat the butter on medium speed until creamy, about 2 minutes. Add the peanut butter, confectioners’ sugar, heavy cream, vanilla extract, and salt with the mixer running on low. Increase to high speed and beat for 3 full minutes. Add up to 1/4 cup more confectioners’ sugar if frosting is too thin or another Tablespoon of cream if frosting is too thick.

Cover tightly and store for up to 1 week in the refrigerator.

#booklr #bookish #books #bookworm #booknerd #book nerd #bibliophile #books and libraries #foodie romance #romance novels

46 notes · View notes

takecareluv · 2 years

Note

Birthdays! So much fun and so much love! I think a cute birthday blurb would consist of reader planning a cute getaway to somewhere quiet where they can spend time together, away from the craziness that LA can bring. Maybe reader baking him some homemade goodies too? And gifts! Thoughtful gifts! (I wouldn’t know what to gift him tho I feel like he has everything lol!!)

a.n. this is adorable 🥺🥺 thank you for sending it in! reading your request over again, i realize i didn’t include the getaway part so i’m sorry about that. i hope you like it otherwise! mwah !! <3

vin's special day || vinnie hacker x reader

vinnie was not one to go crazy with the theatrics on his birthday. he didn't need a huge party full of people who probably didn't even know what they were celebrating. and he definitely didn't need any gifts. he had everything he could've possibly wanted and more. he had you.

if you didn't plan anything for his special day, you knew he would end up staying on stream for most of it, not leaving the confines of his bedroom.

you weren't going to let that happen. one thing about you is you loved celebrating other people's birthdays, you didn't care much about your own, but you wanted to make sure the people you cared for had an amazing day.

since you knew vinnie wanted to keep it simple, you decided to take him to one of your favorite hidden spots in malibu. it was a little cove right on the coast that not many people knew about. it was both your and vinnie's safe haven. so what better place to celebrate your precious boy than there.

you took the short drive to the secret spot while listening to some of vinnie’s favorite music, you made a special playlist just for the day.

once you arrived at the empty little beach, you set up a blanket for the two of you to lay on and brought out all the extra goodies you were hiding in the trunk.

“i know we’re going to dinner later with your family so i only brought a couple things.” you explained as you reached in your tote bag to pull out the homemade treats and other snacks.

“what's a couple to you?” vinnie laughed as you pulled out bag after bag of different chips and candies, and lastly your homemade chocolate chip cookies and fudge brownies that vinnie loved more than life itself.

“are those your secret recipe cookies?” vinnie was now grinning from ear to ear, it really was his special day.

“yes, sir they are!”

vinnie quickly snatched them out of your hand at your response and shoved one into his mouth. if it was any other day you would have scolded him, but how could you on his birthday. your favorite boy was now twenty!

“i also have a few other things for you.” you mentioned while revealing the gift bags you’d been hiding behind your back.

“baby, i told you you don't have to get me anything. you've already done so much for me, my love.”

“i know but it’s your birthday. you always spoil me on mine, so i want to return the favor.” you slid the gifts closer to him.

he began opening the first bag that had a set of different color bandannas, all with his initials embroidered on them. “these are sick. thank you, baby.”

“you're welcome,” you blushed. “now open the next one.”

the next bag contained a set of manga that vinnie had desperately wanted for a while now but was yet to get his hands on. “no way! how did you find these?” he asked impressed, considering he had been scouring the internet for this particular manga for months.

the last present came in a tiny box wrapped in paper with cats all over it. vinnie smiled at that.

he opened the velvet box to see two cartier love rings, one a little bigger than the other.

“one’s for you and the other is for me, so we can be matching. I also engraved my initials into yours and yours into mine so we’ll always have a piece of each other where ever we go.” you shyly rambled. this gift you were nervous about giving to him, you hoped it was something he would like and want to wear.

you were anxious at his lack of response. “do you like it?” you asked timidly.

“of course, baby. i love it and i love you. this is the nicest thing anyone has ever gotten me. thank you for treating me so good today, and everyday.” he cooed.

“anything for you, my sweet boy. happy birthday, vin.”

#vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie hacker x y/n #vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie hacker fanfic #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker

334 notes · View notes

kaylinlmao · 2 years

Note

yandere ghost boys + finney where the reader likes to paint/draw in their free time or the reader likes to bake (brownies,cookies, etc)

Im gonna do the reader likes both! Valentines day because I said so! Love ya! Thanks for requesting babe!

I woke up on the day before Valentine's day. It was Friday so I got up and went to school. Once I got home from school, I started working on the gifts for my wonderful boyfriends. We've been dating for two months and I will admit, they're kinda weird. Like obsessed, overprotective, and possessive weird. But I love them all! I was painting portraits and baking their favorite treats for them! I couldn't wait! I worked on Griffin's painting first. It was a painting of me. That may seem weird but its what they all want so I'm doing paintings of me and him in our special moments together.

Griffin and I. I did a painting of us curled up in front of the fireplace with a cup of hot cocoa and him reading our favorite book to me. Picture from behind the couch. For Robin and I, I did where he was sitting on his bed and I was in his lap. He was holding my hands and teaching me the different chords on his guitar. For Finney, I did the time where him and I made a galaxy model for the science fair and we both won. For Vance, I did him teaching me how to play pinball with his chin on my shoulder whispering in my ear. For Bruce, I did us finishing the 500 piece puzzle we had been working on for weeks. Lastly, for Billy I did the time that he first taught me to ride a bike because I never had learned how.

I loved my boys even if they were a bit... different. Lastly, I did my favorite and most recent memory. Where all 6 boys and I were dancing together in the rain, getting soaked and all of us caught a cold.

The next morning, Valentines Day, I baked their favorite treats before they were gonna show up at 10 am.

Finney: Apple pie just like his mom made it

Robin: churros because his dad and him would always get churros before going to the drive in

Griffin: sugar cookies

Billy: strawberry cheesecake

Vance: double fudge chocolate cookies

Bruce: gingerbread men

I'm not sure why they like what they like but they do. I baked it for them and at 10 am exactly the doorbell rang. I opened it and welcomed them in. "Hi guys!!!" I said excited. A chorus of hi is what I got in response "I got presents!" I grabbed Billy and told the rest of them to wait here. I took Billy downstairs where I showed him his painting."Oh my gosh! Thank you pretty girl! The painting is beautiful! Just like you." He said booping me on the nose. I laughed and said "go up to the living room. I have one more surprise!" He chuckled at how excited I was as I bounded up the stairs.

I showed Griff his painting next. "Pumpkin its exquisite!" (I feel like he'd use complicated words) for the next 10 minutes, he continued to give me compliments before going to wait with Billy. Bruce loved his painting! "Oh, darling its gorgeous! I remember how long it took to finish the puzzle." He said laughing before running up the stairs. U showed Robin next and he chuckled. "You were very hard to teach. You were all over me! Weren't you, hermosa?" I gasped dramatically. "I was not!" I got a kiss and as I was going to slap him he ran up the stairs. Vance loved his but when I showed Finney his, he laughed. "I remember you knocked it over twice"

He said between laughs. I groaned and tried to run away when he pulled me in by the waist and kissed me hard on the mouth, then bounded up the stairs. Here's the reactions of the boys reacting to their desserts.

Vance smiled

Finney cried and smiled

Robin smiled sadly

Bruce laughed

Billy kissed me

Griffin shoved them all in his mouth

What they got me was

Vance got me my very own drum set!

Robin got me a guitar

Finney got me a new set of really good quality paints

Billy got me a damn motorcycle but made me promise to practice with him before I drove it away

Griffin got me a signed first edition of my favorite book

Bruce got me a 1000 piece puzzle of my favorite place

I love my boys

Hope y'all like it! It took forever! I know it wasn't really a whole lot of yandere but I kinda wanted to do some fluff for today. Love y'all! :) -Kaylin

163 notes · View notes