#like ya drawing mark in dresses n shit is fine but the insistence that he's a little cute baby that loves wearing 'girl' clothes is RACIST

[nyan-bynary]

imagine thinking that purposefully emasculating and feminizing an asain man that has a clear preference for not being infantilized and talked about like that isn’t in fact racist against asians,,, against asian men specifically even,,,

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

That Be Some Good Buttercream

Summary- Steve and Bucky get your help in replicating a howling commando days battle using Christmas baking fun. But... Does anything ever quite work out the way it should? Set in the same characters I used in Night In, Looking Pretty Fly and Popping Pez and Mismatched Socks. Written for @official-and-unstable-satan​ 300 Follower Celebration Challenge. She still has many prompts, check it out. Prompts in italiacs. No warnings, all fluffy. 

Word Count- 1.6k

A/N- so proud of your accomplishments babes, you are an amazing writer and I love getting lost in your stories and listening to your ideas. I know your just gonna keep going up from here. Love you always babygirl 💚😈💚😈💚😈💚

“Bucky, they came around from the south end” 

“No they did not. I remember Steve, I was there.”

“Yea, and so was I” 

You and Sam had been listening to the two super soldiers carry on at the oversized table in the compounds kitchen dining area for a good hour before you readjusted the volume on the tv once more. Sam, half laying over half the couch remained scrolling on his phone, remarking. 

“Aint gonna do you no good, they just get louder.”

You sigh and hit the off button, he was right. Might as well go see what these two were up to anyways. Pushing yourself off the couch, Sam promptly stretched his legs out onto where you were sitting, making himself comfterable. “See you on the other side Kid!” He joked, settling into watching youtube. 

Wandering in, you saw the two men bent over  large map, Steve with pencil in hand drawing arrows to discern where they started from, stretching it across what looked like a military base. Bucky shook his head. 

“No no no, Punk, I wasnt up there, I was down here” 

“Bucky, I had you up on the highest point, it just looks weird on paper.” 

“You know what, this is pointless.” You could see Bucky getting aggitated with there project, pushing himself away from the table. “We need like... a 3D model to get this right.” 

Steve to straightened up, his arms folding as he looked down at the heavily marked paper. “Well... Tony does have some...” You interrupt in this time, moving over to the table and taking a peek at what they were doing. 

“You know, I have an idea of how to make you two a 3D model.” Both the men quirked brows, curious as to what you had in mind. "Givingerbread reanatcment.” 

You expected a rebuttal, a laugh, anything, since you were joking. But the two of them actually looked thoughtful, glancing at each other. “It would be easier then trying to draw it out” Steve mentioned. “And easier then trying to get Tony to set up the AI model for us.” 

“Plus we get some fucking cookies... Im in.” Bucky grinned, obviously pleased in the options of snacks. What started as a joke from you became a very serious matter as the two Soldiers dragged you into the kitchen. The two of them looking at you expectedly. 

“I was just joking guys, Im not making you a hydra replica gingerbread base. You know how much shit that would take.” At this point you backtracking a bit, wishing the words hadnt fallen out of your mouth so damn easily cause you thought is was funny. 

“Nonsense, you wont be doing all of it. Were going to help.” Steves already moving to wash his hands as Bucky is digging through a drawer and slipping on a god damn “Kiss the Cook” apron, he found in a drawer, ties it swiftly around his back and rolls up his sleeves. 

“You know you always wanted to boss us around Doll.” Bucky smirks, wiggling brows in a teasing manner. “You finally get your chance.” 

You look between the two men, the two of them nodding in encouragement, Steve composed as ever, waiting for You to explain how to start, and Bucky well he was opening drawers, pulling out random stuff that he thought you might use. He held up a spatula with a smirk, slapping the utinsel against his palm. “How about we get this train moving kids.” 

Relenting, you turn to your phone for a recipe. “Okay fine, since you all insist. We need flour, sugar, eggs, ginger, cinnamon....” While your listing, both men are scrambling to find everything, and piling it on the counter, yourself you bring out some bowls, cookie cutters, lets face it. You needed the actual men to decorate like howling commandos. Turning on the oven to get it preheated, you search for decorations. “Steve, store run? We gotta make this accurate you know, and Buckys all dressed up for a day baking. Hate to send him." You just kinda motion lver Buckys getup, the kiss the cook stretched over his chest, the apron a size to small for him really.

Your already grabbing paper and jotting down a detailed list of food coloring, frosting, candies and such. Steve snatched the list when you held it out, he had a general idea of it all and nodded. "Dont hesitate to put Bucky to work. He just pretends to be all intimidating."

You roll your eyes and back in the kitchen theres a "Steve your a dick" retort from Bucky whos looking over the mess of ingredients piled on the counter. Steve, seemingly joyful as he grabbed keys and left, you suspect you might not see him at least another hour or two. No worries, you had the other super soldier on hand.

Heading back in you hand Bucky a bowl and eggs. "Start cracking, separating yolk from white, and no shells." You cant help but from watching him, looking a bit like a lost child, before he he starts to crack eggs and inspect for shells. You watch from the corner of your eye as you put together the dry ingredients, and start mesuring out the molasses, talking him through the rest of the buttercream frosting ingredients.

Dipping your finger in his finished product, you lick the tip of your finger, smirking at his widened eyes. Yea Steve, hes very intimidating. You maybe took a bit to much pleasure in teasing Bucky on occasion. "Mmmhh my very favorite part.... "

He cleared his throat and looked away, it might be a bit mean, but he would give it back later, this was a dance the two of you played. "Okay, what now?" He said a bit gruff and you grab your rolling pin, holding it to him.

Eyeing it a moment, his brow arched. "Ya want me to roll the dough?"

"Yea Buck, nice and thin, since you two want to make all these outer buildings as well." Pointing to Steve's sketching, And you reached in the dough and piled it on the counter on front of Bucky. "And Steve said to put you to work."

"I notice you gave Steve the easy job." He muttered as he started to flatten the dough.

"I knew you were more capable."

Bucky couldn't hide the grin at the compliment, and afterwards you both measured, cut and got the cookie sheets in the oven. Stealing part of the couch back from Sam and watching trash tv till the oven beeped. Bucky vaulted over the couch, head back into the kitchen and pulled them out of the oven.

"Are they firm?" You ask, peeking at them, a light brush of your fingers against them. The room smelled like bake gingerbread and smooth sugar. Tempting delectables to say the least.

"Yup, now what?"

"Cool and mantle your buildings." You say as You slide them off onto wire racks. "Go get the frosting, and I will show you." Already he was rummaging in the fridge to retrieve it. Peeling off the plastic cling, you pick up one of the cooler pieces and edged it with icing. Folding two pieces together. "Easy as that. You try."

Bucky took it so seriously, the tip of his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he piped that icing. His brows furrowed together in a dip right at the center. You bite back a grin and get a large dollop of icing on your finger and flick it at the man. Landing right in his face. He drops his cookie in surprise and blinks though the icing. "Fucken hell, Y/N! Whats that for?" Wiping it off, he flicks it back at you and you squeal getting hit.

That's war!

"Oh its on Barnes" smirking as you grab a cookie and crumble it, shooting it at him. Cookies fly, icing it flung, flour, and sugar is used to blind one another, you two ducked around the table, screaming and yelling insults playfully.

Bucky tried using the hose at the kitchen sink to spray you, in which you ducked and rolled right into him, the two of you collapsing in a heap on the floor among all your hard work, broken and scattered. Steve stood in the doorway, arms laden with two paper bags, his jaw hanging open at the mess. Bucky pokes you to get your attention and the two of you sit up, covered. Head to toe in frosting, flour and cookies.

"I was just gone an hour..."

"Its a long time to be left unsupervised." You shrug as you smear some frosting off your shirt and lick it off your finger, Bucky helped himself to your shirt frosting to since he had thrown half the bowl on you.

"Oh damn, thats good!" He grins.

"What about this is good?! You mean your gingerbread murder scene?!" Steve toed a dead gingerbread man with the tip of his shoe.

Bucky looked around and glared at his friend. "IT WAS HISTORICALLY ACCURATE" His voice raided to defend the mess and you promptly stuff a cookie in his mouth to shut him up.

"Come on Steve. Did the Hydra base not look like this after you two and the howling commandos were done?" You throw a cookie at him which bounced off his chest. "Eat a cookie, you feel better" next to you Bucky continued eating broken gingerbread men, grinning at his friend and nodding.

"Best damn cookies besides your mama's!" Bucky added between mouthfuls

"I just... Pick this up you two before tony throws a fit." Turning with the bags of candy he bought, passing Sam, he ditched them on the man still scrolling youtube

"You couldn't watch them for two seconds Sam?"

"And break up that little love fest? Puh-lease" Sam grinned at Steve and dug into the paper bags looking through the snacks, pulling out twizzlers.

"SCORE!"

@what-is-your-plan-today @p8tn0lish @kitkatd7 @stuckonjbbarnes @sebbbystaaan @kimisama1989 @simsadventures @that-damn-girl @imanuglywombat @jtargaryen18 @stardancerluv​ @princess-evans-addict​

[thebladedancer1158]

Based on a headcanon from @imthegingerninja

Story time:

It was a slow day that ran late. Po and The Furious Five came back from a bandit raid in a small town close to the valley. It was anything they couldn't handle, but the bandits were excellent at drawing out the fight before finally surrendering.

Again, wasn't difficult, but very damn annoying.

Po was leading the front of the group once they were at the top of the stairs (he ain't taking the lead on that!). He was just as tired as them; however, he was still very insistent on holding the big fucking door for Ti-the five.

They all showed their own appreciation in their own ways. Tigress brought up the back.

"Thank you, Po," she nodded with tired half lidded eyes as she passed.

He began to falter, something about her showing some sort of vulnerability, such as closed/half closed eyes, startles him. Maybe it's because he knows that she only shows vulnerability to the one's she trusts.

"N-no problem," He recovered with a half grin. "I can make dinner tonight. Any requests?"

Mantis was first, "Can you make that secret ingredient soup again?" he said excitedly, almost like how a child would reminisce on a old toy that held nostalgic value.

Once those words flew out of his mouth, the others joined in.

"Yeah, Po. That was so good," called Viper.

"I agree," Crane, well, agreed.

"Soup, soup, soup, soup!" Monkey chanted, jumping up and down with Mantis soon joining in.

But Tigress frowned, "Ignore them," she started, causing Po to tilt his head in confusion.

Her eyes quickly widened and her ears tilted back in embarrassment, "Sorry, I meant that you don't have to cook if you don't want to," she correct herself.

Po waved his paw in a downward motion, brushing her off.

"Nah, don't worry about it," he reassured. "I would love to cook soup for all of you."

The rest of the five cheered and went to go clean themselves up, leaving just Po and Tigress.

He lightly chuckled to himself, flattered at their excitement, when Tigress gently gripped his shoulder. Her ears still folded back and her eyes glancing at the ground. But she still had a small smile of, what looked like, hope.

"I . . . would like to try your soup this time," referring to when they first had dinner together as a team. She lifted her eyes to him with her head still tilted down, "Please?"

He smiled widely, "Of course! I would love to!"

It was her turn to smile. One so wide, her mouth was ajar in joy. Showing some of her teeth in the process. (Oh no, here come the waterworks). Po didn't realise, but in saying yes, he just deemed her a chance of redemption.

"Thanks," she said softly and left to wash up. Leaving Po, watching her walk away happily.

But little did they know, a certain snake saw the whole exchange.

~a few minutes later in the lady's room~

"So," Viper started, inspecting her bruises on her body, "just to warn you, you might be overwhelmed by how good the soup tastes."

"Oh ha, ha," Tigress joked as she stood, washing her body from the fight (I don't know how to explain it). She had her bindings off so she could fully wash her body.

Viper giggled. It was fun just talking to her without all the commotion. They never had moments like these unless they were here or in their rooms. Viper, satisfied with the minimal damage she took, looked over at Tigress who was inspecting her own body.

Not in the same way, however.

"Tigress you're body looks fine, you look great!" Viper said, looking at her through the mirror.

Tigress blushed heavily, "W-WHAT!?" she shouted. Viper giggled at her outburst. Tigress responded, more timidly, "I was just checking some cuts, that's all."

Viper was not convinced at all, "On your chest?" she asked rhetorically looking directly at her with a smirk.

"It's just that . . . they're not as big as some other girls are," she admitted even more embarrassed as she started to dry herself.

Viper watched as she started to put her bindings back on. "You know what?" Viper said, "I have an idea."

Tigress looked up, paws still behind her back.

"Forget the bindings and put on those new pajamas you told me about," she smiled, "I bet Po would like that," she finished with a wink before she slithered out taking away Tigress's a chance to protest.

Tigress looked at her yellow training suit with gold flecks and beautiful markings. And thought about the more laid back one Mei Mei gave her a while ago.

Would Po really think she looked good? It was so out of her comfort zone.

Only one way to find out.

~a few more minutes later in the kitchen~

Po was just finishing up the soup, it just had to cook just a tad bit longer. Viper slid in and whispered something to Crane who then whispered to Monkey and then Mantis. The boys were still shocked but thought how they couldn't blow this for Tigress, Viper was sure of that.

Po finally turned around to address the Kung Fu masters. "Ok, I made enough soup for everybody," Po said to which he was quickly interrupted by the mass amounts of cheers from the men (I think). "But we can't eat without Tigress."

As if the sound of her name summoned her, Tigress turned the corner and tried to act normal with little to no success. The rest of the five were able to keep their shit together but Po was not holding up well.

And how could he?

She was wearing a long sleeved violet purple loose one-piece dress that came all the way down to her ankles that was adorned with black flower designs that had golden highlights. It was almost based off of her training uniform only more silky and should not be used for any physical activity (well maybe not any *winks at Po*).

And of course, no bindings.

Viper mouthed "told ya" as she shuffled quietly to her spot at the table. At this time, Po was able to recover from the shock as he served his friends. Still not able to trust his words he looked at Viper for assistance.

She gave an playful but sinister glare, as if to say "you asked for it". Oh no.

Thanks to Po, some force was looking out for him (you're welcome) as Viper was distracted by Tigress made a muffled noise as she tasted the soup. The same one's that Crane, Monkey, and Mantis were devouring before they looked at her.

Tigress took the spoon out of her mouth. "This is so delicious," she exclaimed as she took another bite.

"T-t-thank y-you," he stuttered blushing underneath his fur. Beginning to eat his own serving.

"No. Thank you, Po," replied Monkey.

The rest of dinner was composed of some small talk and light conversation. After all, Po was the heavy talker and our favorite Dragon Warrior was occupied by something else.

~after dinner~

As you can see above this sentence, dinner is over and after they cleaned the dishes, they went to their rooms.

Tigress was walking with Viper down the hall together and just as they were about to part ways . . .

"Hey Tigress!" Po called, "may I talk to you for a second" as he tapped his full claws together. She shrugged silently as she walked towards Po. Just as she was about to leave the hall with him, she saw Viper whisper, "Go get him, tiger," and to that, Tigress rolled her eyes.

They pulled off to the left of the hallway, just around the corner. They looked at each other in the eyes. Well, more like stared. Green jade eyes melting with fiery orange. Just a passionate look of love and in that moment, they admitted their feelings to one another.

BUT NONE OF THEM GOT THE FUCKING MESSAGE!

Po cleared his throat, "I-I just wanted to-to say that I . . ." He paused. She raised her eyebrows as if to urge him on.

He gulped, his heart racing, his eyes darting around to look at anything but Tigress. He took a deep breath . . . and started over.

"I just wanted to say that I think you look pretty damn beautiful in that. I bet if you had one of those peach flower blooms behind your ear, you would look downright gorgeous."

Tigress was blushing heavily as she glanced at the floor, that Po found cute. She was blushing so much that half of it was visible. Po was blushing just as much, if not, more than Tigress. But what got to him the smile, THAT SMILE! It wasn't the same one as before. It was more of a small grin but it was full of happiness and contentment. So much joy packed into such a small grin.

(It's just-ah-ughh! IT'S BOOTIFUL!)

She was very flattered. She looked up to meet Po's eyes. She loved the fucking panda so much. She wanted to tell him, needed to. What was that saying? "Actions speak louder than words"? She didn't want to tell him . . .

. . . She needed to show him.

But she had one thing to ask first, "I am very flattered but, why me?" She asked.

He looked confused, "I don't think I know what you are asking."

She took a step forward, almost to the point of touching, and asked again,

"What about me is so worth it?"

Po stood up straighter than ever, "Honey sit down because I'm just getting started! Awesome at Kung Fu, awesome at fighting, the best strategist, caring, a genius, kind, hardcore, a great teammate, beautiful, amazing, awseome, and-" He was cut off by Tigress.

Who was currently pressing her lips softly to his in a love filled kiss.

Po was on the verge fainting before he made a swift recovery and kissed back (much to Tigress's pleasure). Wrapping his thick arms around her slender waist, to which she found comforting and trusting. She slid her paws up his chest and snaked them around his neck, interlocking them. Fireworks played and replayed in their minds and the world slowed down to an almost complete stop as they kissed, broke apart, and kissed again. It was like making out without all the tongues. Their ears folded back, Po lightly growling in pleasure, Tigress pushing Po against the wall for more dominance while she purred in ectasy. Po slid his paw up to rest on her cheek (to which he found was short, like she trimmed them ;). Tigress, somehow, was able to get even closer to Po as she pressed her chest into him. Po was suprised by how aggressive she became but he didn't complain. (He was almost half mast now ;).

They were in complete euphoria.

After 7 minutes of absolute sucking face, they parted for air. They were breathing heavily, both were covered in sweat with big wide smiles on their faces. She leaned into him resting her face on his shoulder. They both sighed in affection.

"A hell of a kisser," Po said randomly.

Tigress lifted her eyebrow in confusion and then giggled childishly as she realized he was finishing his list. The one she cut him off of. She pulled back a little bit to look him in the eyes.

"I know it sounds like a crazy fan that's just giddy about kissing his idol," they both chuckled, "and it may seem I love you because you're a celebrity. But that's the thing."

She narrowed her eyes.

"That's just who you are. The real you. I guess what I'm trying to say is . . ." He paused finding the right words. ". . . I don't love you because you're called The Secret Ingredient Soup. I love you because I love the soup." He winced, thinking his explanation was stupid.

She became a little teary and Po became very pale.

"That was beautiful," she sighed as she hugged him again. He sighed regaining his lack of color. And they just stood there in peace and leaned into to kiss one more time.

"Are you done?"

Tigress flew off of Po when she saw the rest of the five standing there who saw the whole thing go down!

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Po and Tigress both yelled simultaneously, blushing uncontrollably. The rest of the team started hysterically laughing, walking back to their respective rooms.

Po saw Tigress dark beet red and had an idea to cheer her up. He looked down the hall and cupped his paws around his mouth and yelled,

"BY THE WAY, THERE IS NO SECRET INGREDIENT!"

Silence.

Then, all at once, he heard a shout from each room saying, "WHAT?!!?" and Tigress in Po doubled over in laughter.

Tigress, once she gained her composure, gave him a quick peck on the cheek and sauntered towards her room. Po watched her hips sway enticingly from side to side and her tail almost call him over. Just as she was about to shut her door, she looked back and winked seductively with her half closed eyes and smirk.

Po shuddered and went back to his own room, earing grumbles from the rest of the team before they all turned out their lights.

Po, for an unknown reason, could not get comfortable in his bed. He sat up and looked down to his lap.

'Damn it, Tigress' he thought.

The End!