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[crazyblondelife]

Valentine's Day Chex Mix - A Fun Activity to Do With Your Grandchildren!

One of the contexts that I’m holding for my life in 2023 is to really spend quality time with my grandsons and last Sunday, we made Valentine’s Day Chex Mix together!

We’ve all had some form of this Chex mis and it is undoubtedly delicious and completely kid friendly! Graham (the little one), Hudson (the big one), and I made a large mess, ate too much sugar and had a great time…and then, I sent them home to ride out the sugar rush with their parents! Just as it should be!

I’m including the recipe below…just in case you need a refresher! This really is a pretty delicious snack and it’s festive for Valentine’s Day. We ended up putting scoops of this mix into cellophane bags and tying them with a pink ribbon for the boys to give as Valentine’s to their friends. We made a memory and for that I am very grateful! My house was trashed, everything was covered with chocolate and Amos ate way too many M&M’s...it was a good day!

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[gyllenhaalstories]

CHERISH (PART 2) — CHOCOLATIER!JAKE 🍫

summary: he brings the cream, you bring the pie. together you’re making... cupcakes?

warnings: curse words, food, baking & eating, smut (food play, finger sucking, aphrodisiac, fingering, handjob, pussy spanking, masturbation, penetration, creampie, hyperspermia & cum play). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 3385

gifs credits: me (@/gyllenhaalstories) / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: i hope you’re ready, because it’s time for you to become a cream filled chocolate truffle! since this THE PART 2 OF THIS FIC, that means it’s still the season of pink, hearts and pink hearts so happy valentine’s day again! 💗 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

When Jake saw you grab the container of store bought frosting, his heart came close to stop beating. He snatched it out of your hand faster than the speed of your spoon diving into the sugary product.

You rolled your eyes at him, and at his genuinely shocked face before you started laughing with him — well no, it was directly at him. Right in his face too, because he remained stoic, holding the jar far out of your reach. “It’s just frosting.”

“It’s not just frosting! It’s the most important part of the cupcakes! It needs to be delicious and that?” His eyes widened while he waved the frosting in the air. “That’s unacceptable.” He put the container back where you found it, with the lid and all. “You can eat it behind my back, like when I’m in the shower —” but we shower together, you interrupted. You counter offered his other suggestions until he gave up and agreed to let you ruin another baked good, but not his cupcakes.

You found it funny how he turned into a busy, overwhelmed mom who was just reminded the night before by her forgetful children that they signed her up for some charity event at the school that would go down in flames without her box-mix cupcakes. He reacted dramatically to a lot of the things, you noticed. After several other dates since your first one at his chocolaterie, you discovered he was... Special. He liked things to be in order, clean and organized especially in the kitchen, while the rest of his life prevailed in a complete chaos. He was so different in and outside of the kitchen, you wondered if he allowed himself to have a bit of fun or if he was too scared that his Kitchen Aid stand mixer would judge him for eternity.

Jake resumed to measuring the rest of the ingredients, following the recipe he knew by heart for having baked it over and over again. He tweaked it to make it his own, he could not help it, but he recited the measurements out loud like a sing-song he learned. Your job as a sous-chef was reduced to putting paper liners in the muffin tin and sucking his finger clean whenever he would present you with a bit of the sweet preparation to taste. Premade frosting was out of the question, but raw eggs seemed to go by just fine.

At some point, you figured he just liked to have you suck on his fingers. Maybe it was the moans he let out when he felt your tongue swirl around his digits, or the fact he would tease your mouth with clean fingers even after the cupcakes were put in the oven. And you loved it too, how the deeper his fingers pushed in your mouth, the more you felt your mind going blank.

The alarm of the timer rang, snapping you back to reality at the poke of a toothpick coming out clean from the chocolate cupcakes. Jake did not stop cooking, and talking to himself about how he hoped Ina Garten would forgive him for his sins — which was to use his own chocolate wafers instead of the semisweet chocolate chips the well-known and even more well-loved chef recommended.

You watched him with an amused smile, while he was measuring the rest of the wafers while waiting for the bain-marie to get ready. He tried to be subtle, you knew it, but you caught him snacking on a couple of pieces of chocolate. So much so that he had just about enough for the last steps of the recipe and the replacement for your forbidden frosting.

Once the water started to simmer, he placed a glass bowl on the pot and poured the chocolate disks in it. He stirred the chocolate as it melted before yours and his eyes, smooth and satiny. He dipped his finger in the hot concoction — his fingers had been long desensitized to burning with all the years of baking he had underneath the cute apron he wore around his waist. It was your Valentine’s day gift to him, belated, but still a thought act.

“You know...” You spoke, Jake’s eyes left the glass bowl to meet with yours. “When I suggested we could bake cupcakes, I didn’t mean we should turn into a fancy bakery. We’ve been at it for a long time.”

He shook his head, in a strangely calm manner. “There’s nothing ironic about baking. I take it very seriously.” He sucked on his own chocolate dipped finger, releasing it with a pop, to further prove his point. “I’m almost done anyway. You’ve helped me plenty, time flew by!” When you rolled your eyes at his comment about your nonexistent help, he insisted. “You’re standing there and looking beautiful with flour hand prints on your butt. That’s more helpful than anything else.”

You earned a kiss that you tried to deepen and make last longer, but Jake pulled away to complete the chocolate ganache. The heavy cream and chocolate mixed together beautifully and you wrapped your arms around his torso while he expertly dipped the now cooled down cupcakes into the chocolate. You tried to sneak a peek of his work, but he was moving so much in your embrace that it made it hard to focus.

He ended your confusion by offering by sharing the rest of the ganache, using a spatula to scoop it from the bowl until the two of you acted giddy, giggling as he licked and kissed drops of sweet goodness that fell on your chin.

It took a little while — a few minutes, really — to notice the familiar sensations that were spreading through your body, starting at your tongue and sending electric waves all the way down between your thighs. Oh.

Oh, yeah, fucking finally, Jake murmured to himself. He smiled just as big and proud as the first time you tried his special chocolate at his boutique during your very first date. He pulled you closer to him, wanting to admire all the small changes that were starting to happen to you. He held your face delicately in his big hands, his eyes diving into yours while your pupils were growing larger and while your mouth dropped ajar. He mirrored everything — how his tongue could not stay still in his mouth like it was begging to touch yours, how your head wanted to loll to the side. “Let it go, sweetheart, let it go.”

The way he cooed at you helped your head get emptier and emptier until... Until you could not think of anything else except him. Except how badly you wanted him and needed to feel him. You wanted to scream at how much it hurt not to have his hands on your breasts or his mouth on your clit. You wanted to beg and beg until he would relieve some of that delicious pain.

His hands slid from your cheeks down to your shoulders, wrapping around your neck while he pulled you in for a kiss that was all tongues and teeth. The longer the kiss lasted, the more he felt like the world around you was vanishing into a thick fog.

It was the same way you felt, using whatever control on your body you had left to make your way to the bedroom. You let him grope your breasts over your clothes, rubbing his thumbs over the small bumps your hard nipples created until he heard you moan into his mouth.

Jake pulled away, only to lick some of the drool that fell down the corner of your mouth and kissed you hard again, making it as messy as he could while his hands kept exploring your body. He pulled moan after moan after you with touches as simple as the warmth of his palms pressing against the goosebumps on your skin.

In a blink of an eye, all of your clothes were piling up on the floor with nothing but your body heat and the burning desire to indulge in each other’s bodies. Unlike the first time you tasted the chocolate, you did not stand alone in this euphoric experience.

Jake looked just about as far gone as you were, with glossy eyes and quick breathing that resembled a needy panting. He was hard, his cock throbbing as you exchanged another series of feverish kisses. When you took him in your hand, he had to lean on you so his knees would not give in. Not that he ignored the effects of the aphrodisiac, but, even after he tested it on you, he realized just how powerful a few bites of that magic substance could be. It made precum leak out of his sensitive, pink tip. It made his abs clench at the strong sensation of your hand stroking him. It made him throw his head back when you cupped his balls into your left hand, using the other one to keep jerking him off.

You could tell he was holding back, with his clenched jaw and the tight grip he had on your soft hips, his short nails digging into your flesh. He wanted to fuck your hand hard and fast and catch his own release.

He did not give in, however. It would all be a waste if he did not get to feel you while being in this physical state, while having his mind and senses played with by a few bites of chocolate. Another kiss, another couple of strokes of his big cock and you were pushed on the bed. Jake barely let you find a comfortable spot to lay on that he was kneeling on the bed too and forcing your legs open to reveal what he wanted the most.

Your inner thighs were covered in your wetness, your folds were slightly puffy from the arousal alone and from this deep, uncontrollable need for Jake to touch you and bring back those fireworks you first experienced under the influence of the aphrodisiac.

“So fucking beautiful.” Jake mumbled, or moaned — both at the same time, actually. The aphrodisiac had him slurring his words and fighting to say a sentence with minimal coherence. He wrapped each arm around one of your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, making you gasp with surprise when you felt your skin slap against his.

You covered your face with your hands as he finally touched you. His flat hand rubbed over your pussy from side to side, fast and harsh. The more he touched you, and the more his fingers rubbed over your clit when your folds moved out of the way, the wetter you were getting. It was so much more intense than your first time, and it kept on getting better.

Jake slapped your puffy folds, although the blows were soft, they were stinging your sensitive skin. He messed with your brain that had trouble differentiating between the pain of the spanks and the bliss of his fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit. He was mesmerized, jaw dropped and eyes wide as he spanked you a few more times and watched you flinch under him. Each spank was followed by a squeal and giggles, mixed with a moan that sounded like music to his ear. He wanted to hear more — he needed more.

You inhaled loudly, only for the oxygen to get stuck in your throat when you felt Jake’s cock pressing at your entrance and sliding inside your tight hole, eased by your wetness and the precum that covered the tip of his cock. You removed your hands from your face and placed them on your tits, trying to hold them in place while he started to fuck you. You only had a few slow and deep strokes to adjust to the delicious feeling of his cock inside your walls before he picked up the pace.

He gripped on your thighs again that he kept pressed against his body so that he could rock his hips back and forth. Curse words you had never heard from him were submerged by the sound of his deep grunts while he kept thrusting inside of you. Somehow, despite the mix of your juices, he could feel your walls tightening and clenching around his length every time he pushed his cock inside of you after pulling back. He was only chasing the maximum pleasure he could pull out of you — and give back to you.

Pretty moans turned into audible gasps and abrupt screaming when his cock hit the spongy spot inside of you. It seemed as though he calculated the number of times he hit your spot, trying to make you feel as good as possible while also stretching out the time he could enjoy your pussy. One look at him confirmed there was not a thought behind those lust-filled eyes, he was driven by his desire to bury his cock as deep inside of you as you would let him.

He clenched his jaw one moment only to press his lips together the next and hold himself back on moaning more so he could get lost in the obscene sounds your bodies created together. The slapping, the sticky wetness, the rushed and heavy breathing. When he could not hold in his own noises, he groaned and slowed down his thrusting.

He was fucking you hard and deep, so deep that you kept being pushed further away on the bed, dragging the bed sheets with you. “Please,” you spoke for what felt like the first time in forever. “Please, don’t stop!”

He did stop. He stopped to look down at where your bodies no longer met as the distance pulled you away from him, his cock bopping up and down, begging to be reunited with your pussy. Jake took a moment to catch his breath and admire the beautiful scene before his eyes. The veins of his arms, and cock, were bulging out from the sheer force with with he was fucking you. There was a layer of sweat covering both his body and yours, and visible wet spots on the bed sheets that created a trail from the edge of the bed to the middle where you now laid.

Impatient, your body burning into flames, you sat to reach up and pull Jake down with you. He was quick enough to climb on the bed, the tip of his cock brushing against the same wet spots you left behind on the fabric, and you held his cock in your hand briefly to guide it back where it belonged.

He pushed himself all the way back inside you, now kneeling between your thighs that he kept open for him — and for you. Withing even having to tell you, Jake loved to watch you rub the sensitive bundle of nerves that resided between your just as sensitive, soaking wet folds. He pulled away, just a little, and slammed himself back inside of you as he fucked you in this other position.

The aphrodisiac was nowhere near close to run out, you could tell. It still felt just as intense as it did while the effects began to work their magic over you. Your bodies, however, were running out of energy to last. You could tell that too by the fact you were getting closer and closer to your orgasm now that you rubbed your clit in a just as messy rhythm as the one Jake fucked you with.

He was getting so close too, his grunts became more succinct and his face tensed up with the powerful pleasure that ran through his veins. There was no need to speak, words were completely unnecessary as Jake and you let the aphrodisiac take complete control over you.

Your orgasm hit you by surprise, or well, sort of. As soon as you felt that familiar knot in your lower stomach, you knew you were about to explode in an orgasm that pushed the air out of your lungs and made you see stars even when you closed your eyes. It felt even stronger with your eyes closed than it did when you kept them open. It felt as though you could notice each vein on Jake’s cock, the swollen tip of his cock diving in and out of your slick walls. And then you felt it. All of it.

Jake fell down to his elbows, his face conveniently buried in the crook of your neck as he came inside of you, his pelvis flushed with you from how deep he was. Ropes and ropes of cum shot out of his cock while his hips jerked a few times uncontrollably, until he felt like something was pushing him out.

It was not you, not intentionally at least. You would have loved nothing more than to calm down from your high with the feeling of Jake’s cock softening inside of you. Although you could feel something still filling you up even if his cock was sliding out of you.

“Oh my,” Jake spoke when he finally pulled out of your pussy. “Oh my God.” It was still hitting him, he was still cumming with more of his seed just dripping out of his slit. There was even more trickling out of your hole. You looked as confused as Jake. This did not happen with him before... This had never happened to him before. His brows were raised in stupefaction one second and furrowed in confusion the next, he held his cock at the base in one hand while two fingers of his free hand dipped into your cum filled entrance.

It felt so good when he pushed his fingers barely past your entrance, as he felt even more cum inside of you. Quickly, he replaced his fingers with his cock and made you scream of pleasure as he finished inside you with a few more thrusts and pumps. You realized he fucked his cum back inside of you, not even minding that most of it was covering his cock and oozing out of you.

He fell back on you again, slowly and carefully this time so he did not hurt you. And, finally, you cherished the feeling of his softening cock inside of you while you both tried to catch your breath. Jake was mumbling to himself how it felt incredible, how it was so weird and so hot, and how he wanted to do it again — and he wanted it so fucking bad. He tried to move, arms and legs incredibly shaky, but you held him tighter and closer against your just as tired body.

“Where are you trying to go?” You whined, making room between your legs for him to lay down more comfortably.

Jake giggled in your ear, his laughter filled with excitement. The kisses he pressed all over your cheek, jawline and neck were filled with just as much lust as they were earlier. “Trying to get up to grab a snack.”

He squirmed on top of you, but all he managed to do was fall by your side and hug you tight against him. If he wanted to get up, he was failing rather adorably. “A snack? For what?” You turned your head to look at him, you were so close your noses almost touched.

He smiled at you, the same smile he had glued on his pretty face during your date at the boutique. You swore to yourself you would cherish this image forever. “So we can do that again. And again...” He leaned in closer to capture your lips with a kiss. “And again until there’s no more of that good stuff.”

Your eyes widened ever so slightly, that was the strongest reaction you could express with how exhausted you felt after this mind blowing orgasm. “It’s in the cupcakes?” Yup. “All of them?” Jake nodded in approval. “I can’t take it anymore. Not right now.” You tried to resonate with him, only the way your voice cracked betrayed your own desire to try it again and again...

“You’ll take it.” Jake answered, quite firmly. “Because this magic chocolate will definitely be in all the desserts we bake from now on.”

[forevrus-in-love]

What Are Some Valentine's Day Date Night Ideas?

Valentine's Day is just around the corner, and what better way to celebrate your love than with a night to remember? Let's dive into some easy-to-follow late-night Valentine's Day date ideas that promise to spark your celebration.

1. Romantic Dinner at Home

Setting the Atmosphere

Soft lights, candles flickering, and your favorite love songs playing in the background. Creating a cozy atmosphere is the first step to a perfect late-night Valentine's Day. Illuminate your space with a gentle glow, and don't forget to add a touch of magic with those flickering candles.

Cooking Together

Turn your kitchen into a shared adventure. Pick a recipe that speaks to both of you and let the culinary journey begin. It's not just about the food; it's about the laughter, the teamwork, and the joy of creating something delicious together.

Indoor or Outdoor Picnic

Who says picnics are only for daylight hours? Lay out a comfy blanket indoors or venture outside for a moonlit dinner. Pack your partner's favorite snacks, and under the stars, enjoy a romantic evening that feels simple and extraordinary.

2. Outdoor Adventure

Stargazing

Escape the city hustle and bustle for a quiet spot where the stars take center stage. Lay back, hold hands, and let the night sky be the backdrop to your intimate conversations. See if you can spot constellations and, who knows, maybe catch a glimpse of a shooting star.

Sunset Hike or Walk

For a mix of romance and adventure, explore a scenic trail or park as the sun dips below the horizon. Pack a small picnic to savor during your journey, turning your late afternoon into an enchanting experience.

Hot Air Balloon Ride

Take your love to new heights with a hot air balloon ride. Feel the thrill of floating in the sky, surrounded by breathtaking views. Share a toast mid-air, making this Valentine's Day an unforgettable high point in your relationship.

Also read more Valentine’s day date ideas 

3. Creative Activities

Paint and Sip Night

Discover your inner artist with a paint-and-sip night at home. Create a painting station, follow a tutorial, or let your creativity run wild. Sip on your favorite beverages, and revel in the joy of crafting a masterpiece together.

DIY Craft Night

Unleash your creativity with a DIY night. Choose a project that interests you, whether personalized gifts or unique home decor. Crafting together isn't just about the result; it's about the journey and the shared memories you create along the way.

Couples' Massage Night

Transform your living space into a serene spa for a night of relaxation. Take turns giving each other massages, using scented oils and soothing music to enhance the experience. It's a simple yet intimate activity that fosters a deeper connection.

4. Movie Marathon

Personalized Film Selection

Craft a movie lineup that holds sentimental value for both of you. Whether revisiting old favorites or discovering new ones, a personalized film selection adds a personal touch to your late-night movie marathon.

Snack Buffet

Elevate your movie night with a variety of snacks and treats. From classic popcorn to homemade goodies, create a snack buffet to indulge in while immersing yourselves in the movie marathon. Set up a cozy movie-watching space with blankets and pillows for added comfort.

Share Thoughts and Memories

Between movies, take a moment to discuss favorite scenes or reminisce about shared memories related to the films. These reflections deepen your connection, making the movie marathon more than just a passive activity.

Conclusion

As Valentine's Day approaches, consider these late night date ideas to create an extraordinary celebration of love. Whether you choose a romantic dinner, an outdoor adventure, creative activities, or a movie marathon, the key is to focus on quality time and shared experiences. Make this Valentine's Day unforgettable by embracing the simplicity and beauty of creating lasting memories with your significant other. 

[liaromancewriter]

Unusual Cravings

Premise: Cassie’s pregnancy cravings have unusual consequences for Ethan.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 820

A/N: This fic was requested by @jerzwriter​ from prompt #3 (Person B putting on weight although Person A is actually the one who is pregnant) from this list. Submission for @choicesaugustchallenge​ Day 20 prompt “Chocolate”

Also, requested by Anon: from @creativepromptsforwriting​​ Fluff Week, prompt 25 (I would marry you again in a heartbeat) from this sentence starters list. Tagging for reblog to @creativepromptfills​​.

Cassie Valentine had never thought of herself as a clock watcher. But then she started her second trimester with twins, and the rules went out the window. There were still four hours left in her shift; time wasn’t going to pass just because she willed it.  

She dragged one of the chairs from the conference table over to the side of her desk, adjusted the angle of her office chair and sat back down, putting her feet up on the second chair. Her belly at sixteen weeks was big enough to strain her back, and she found that elevating her legs helped ease the ache.

Cassie placed the laptop on her lap and scanned the initial draft of patient notes on her screen. She added notations and comments for the medical scribe to address and emailed them back. That done, she switched to the report she was working on for the House Select Committee on affordable healthcare funding.

Music drifted from the Bluetooth speaker on her desk, but she stopped paying attention once work absorbed her full attention. When hunger pangs interrupted her concentration, she set aside the laptop to search her desk drawer for a chocolate bar. Disappointed to find none, she walked to the closet where she hung her coat and handbag.

She checked the coat pockets, just in case, before taking the bag off the hook. Seconds later, she was shaking the bag and resisting the temptation to dump everything on the floor. Only the thought of not being able to bend down without losing her center of gravity prevented her from doing so.

Her litany of grumbles and curses bounced off the walls when she came up empty-handed.

“Looking for something?”

She glanced over her shoulder at Ethan Ramsey leaning against her desk, arms crossed, and watching her with amusement. She had been so absorbed in her search that she hadn’t heard the glass doors slide open or her husband enter the office.

“I want chocolate,” she pouted, slamming the closet door shut with more force than required. “Actually, I wanted a deep-fried chocolate bar smothered in siracha sauce.”

Her tone turned wistful as she imagined biting into all that sugar and fat. Now that she had the visual in her mind, nothing else would do.

Ethan reached into the pocket of his white coat and held out a plastic snack bag filled with a trail mix comprising nuts, berries, chocolate bits and raisins.

“Have this instead,” he offered. “It’s better for you.”

Cassie gave him a dirty look as she took her seat behind the desk. “I hope that was a joke, babe. That’s bird food!”

He snorted. “It’s not. Now that you can’t run at your usual pace, we’ll need to watch your weight and what you eat. Trust me, trail mix is good for you and the babies.”

“No, thank you,” she sniffed dismissively. “Some husband you are, you can’t even indulge your wife’s cravings.”

“You trying to rile me up, Rookie?” He laughed, taking the visitor seat across from her. “Did you know I’ve gained ten pounds in the last couple of months?”

“Must be all the butter in Nigella’s recipes,” she retorted caustically, the green-eyed monster surfacing for a second. She stared at his stomach, a thoughtful look in her eyes. “Now that you mention it, Dr. Ramsey, your shirt does look a bit tight around the front. I think you need that bird food more than me.”

“It’s your fault.” Ethan shook his head in exasperation. “Your childish eating habits are causing havoc with my diet.”

“No one forced you to eat Taco Bell last week,” Cassie scoffed.

“Someone had to finish your disgusting leftovers,” he countered. “You ordered enough for ten people. You know how I feel about food waste.”

Knowing he was right, she stayed silent, drumming her fingers on the chair’s armrest. “Now, I want Taco Bell and deep-fried chocolate covered in hot sauce.”

Ethan grinned at the whining tone and knew the weird cravings were driven by her pregnancy. Cassie might enjoy junk food, but she’d always dismissed the ubiquitous fast-food chain as unworthy of her.

“Wait here.”

He hurriedly left the office before she could ask any questions. He came back shortly, clutching something in his hands.

“Here,” he said, setting everything on her desk. He beetled his eyebrows as he stared down at her. “Just do me a favor and wait until I leave before you eat that monstrosity.”

Cassie looked down at three different types of chocolate bars and mini packets of siracha sauce from the hospital cafeteria littering her desk, and started laughing.

“You’re the best husband, just like I knew you would be,” she said lovingly, coming out from behind the desk to stand before him.

Her hands circled the back of his neck, tugging his head down, her lips inches from his. “I would marry you again in a heartbeat.”

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[robertawilliams]

Sweetheart Valentine's Buddies Recipe I The Recipe Critic

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This website may contain affiliate links and advertising so that we can provide recipes to you. Read my privacy policy. Sweetheart Valentine’s Buddies are a delicious and addicting mix of Chex covered in white chocolate and strawberry-flavored cake mix. Mix in some chocolate candies and it’s the perfect red and pink treat for Valentine’s Day!  I am a huge fan of snack desserts. The kind where…

[foodies22]

[royal-food]

Valentine’s Day Snack Mix

[fullcravings]

Homemade Pancake Mix

[toomanynoms]

SUBMISSION

Strawberry Cake Mix Cookies (recipe)

Strawberry Cake Mix Cookies are soft & sweet and made with just 4 ingredients! Super simple to make these cute, festive cake mix cookies. The strawberry flavor is just perfect.

Cookie noms.

[detective-giggles]

Marry Me

This fic is for @tarlos-spain for the 911 Valentines 2022 exchange! 

This fic incorporates a headcanon I had: TK and Carlos don’t always spend their days off together. But who they hang out with and why might be a bit surprising. (and yes, the movie thing is because I recently rewatched 1x02 and decided that someone needs to sit Carlos down and make him watch movies.)

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“Are you sure?” Carlos holds up the coveted keys to the Camaro. “Take it!”

“No. I’ll just get an uber, it’s not a big deal.”  TK snoops at the snacks that Carlos had placed around the island. “Ohhh. These are my favorite. Why don’t you ever make these for me?” TK asks, grabbing one and popping it in his mouth.

“You’re welcome to stay and watch the movie with us.” Carlos says. “but since you’ve decided to run off somewhere and spend another day off with someone who isn’t me, you don’t get the snacks,” Carlos teases as he grabs a couple plates and sets them on the table by the couch.

This wasn’t a new thing by any means.  Nancy had taken it upon herself to expand Carlos’ horizons, when it came to movies and pop culture. Every time they had a couple days off that lined up, Nancy would come over and make Carlos watch the newest hit movie.  Meanwhile, TK would disappear for a few hours. But he was always back on time and usually in the same condition he left in (except that one time he returned with a cut on his hand), so Carlos tried not to worry.

TK smiles fondly. “Nah. You and Nancy hang. I like that my two closest friends are good friends.  Anyway, I better go. I’ll be back before dinner.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to take the Camaro?” Carlos offers once more. “I know you love driving it.”

“No, my ride is out front already. Thanks though.” TK runs a hand along Carlos’ cheek and leans in for a kiss.  “Bye, babe.” He opens the front door, nearly bumping into Nancy. “Hi Nancy, Bye Nancy!”

“Bye, TK!” wide-eyed, Nancy glances between Carlos, still standing in the middle of the living room and TK, sprinting down the hall.

“Hey, Nance.”

“He’s not staying? Again?” Nancy wanders in and sets her purse on the chair, followed by her coat.

“I guess not.  What can I get you to drink?” Carlos asks.

“Whatever you’re having.” Nancy settles in on the couch and grabs the remote as Carlos brings over a couple bottles of water and a soda.  “Where does he go? You’ve told him he can stay right?” she asks, opening Netflix and scrolling through the titles.

“I don’t know. He won’t talk about it.” Carlos shrugs. “I mean, I’m not actually worried about it. I don’t think it’s anything nefarious,” he chuckles.  “And yeah, I mean, it’s his place, of course he knows he can stay.  I just- He probably doesn’t want to see a movie everyone else but me has seen fifty times.”

Nancy laughs. “It took me long enough to get you to watch Birdbox.  Anyway, continuing your movie education, at Mateo’s suggestion, I’ve narrowed it down to two. Both superhero movies.  So now the big question is, DC or Marvel?”

Carlos sighs, actually unsure of the difference and shrugs. “Marvel?”

“Good choice. Between you and me, Avengers are way better than Justice League.” Carlos shrugs again as Nancy laughs and starts their movie.

***

TK lets out a frustrated huff as he tries to remember what ingredients to use and how much to put in the mixing bowl.  

“And he still doesn’t know you’re here?” Andrea says softly, from her spot behind TK. “No, more flour. A lot more.”

TK shakes his head and sighs, “You know, an actual recipe would be really helpful.” TK mutters.  “I’m really not good at this. Carlos always says baking is about precision.”

“And that’s why I haven’t taught him how to make this yet.”

“He doesn’t know how to make his favorite dessert?”

“No.  His abuelita… Me… And now you.” Andrea puts a hand on his shoulder and pats it reassuringly. “Three of the most important people in his life.” She stares at TK for a moment. “Maybe after next week the two of you can spend some time in the kitchen, cooking together. You’ll be able to teach him.”

“I’m making one meal,” TK points out. “Let’s not get carried away.”  At Andrea’s instruction, he adds some sugar and vanilla to his bowl of ingredients and mixes carefully before dumping everything into a pan and placing it in the oven.  He checks on the food simmering on the stove and gives it a stir, before sticking a spoon in the pot and tasting it.  He makes a face and reaches for the salt, adding a generous amount and giving it another stir and another taste.

Andrea makes her way to the kitchen table and sits, and after a moment TK pulls off his apron and joins her, propping his chin in his hand and his elbow on the table.

“Why am I doing this again?”

Andrea shrugs. “Because it’s hard.  And it’s out of your comfort zone.  And you want him to see you put effort into this?”

“Oh. Right.” TK sits for a few minutes in silence before Andrea herds him back to the stove.

***

“TK?” Carlos calls as he unlocks the door and lets himself into the loft. He knew his shift had gone a little long, but it was still early; TK shouldn’t be in bed yet.

It’s dark and he pauses, his hand hovering near the light switch.  He notices the flickering of the battery-operated candles on the table and the smell of something delicious fills the air. “TK?” He calls again, dropping his bag near the door.

“Hey, baby, welcome home.” TK emerges from the bedroom and Carlos gives him a quick once-over.  He was dressed nicely, in jeans and a button-down, instead of his usual hoodie and sweats. He makes his way over and gives Carlos a quick kiss on the cheek.

Carlos sniffs again and his mouth waters. “Is my mother here?” he hisses.

“No? Should she be?” TK hurries into the kitchen and stirs something on the stove while Carlos watches curiously from the middle of the room.

“Did she drop off food for us?” he asks, narrowing his eyes at TK.

“No? Was she supposed to?” TK bites his lip and braces his forearms on the counter. Carlos stares at him and sniffs again.

“That smells amazing! Did you make-”

“Yes. It’s your favorite! Now, go change! It’s almost ready.”

“Why-”

TK grins and grabs their plates from the cabinet, “Go change!” Carlos hesitates for only a second before scurrying into the bedroom.

Ten minutes later, a freshly-showered Carlos joins TK in the kitchen. He sidles up to TK from behind and wraps his arms around the smaller man’s waist. “Can I help?”

“Nope. All done.  Go have a seat and I’ll bring it over.” TK promises.  Carlos notices the dessert cooling on the counter by the sink and moves towards it. It’s still hot, and he breaks off a chunk, watching the steam rise.

“That’s for later,” TK chastises playfully. Carlos rolls his eyes, TK is always nosing around in the kitchen while he tries to cook, stealing nibbles of this or that.  He pops the piece into his mouth and chews thoughtfully.  

“That’s really good,” he mumbles as TK leads him to the table.  He drops into his seat and TK brings over their plates, setting one down in front of Carlos and the other at his own seat.  He turns to head back into the kitchen and Carlos catches his arm. “Thank you.”

TK shrugs and he slides his arm from Carlos’ grip. “Don’t thank me yet. You haven’t even tasted it.” He gets two glasses of ice water and brings them to the table, watching expectantly as Carlos takes his first bite.

“This is amazing!” Carlos manages, his mouth still half-full.  “When did you learn this? Why? How?”

TK takes a bite of his own. “Your mom showed me.  I wanted to do something for you.”

“Well, thank you, TK. This is perfect!  When did you talk to my mother?” Carlos asks shoveling another forkful into his mouth.

“Last weekend. I’ve been going out to the ranch on my days off.  Your mom has been teaching me a few things.” TK admits slowly. He shifts anxiously in his chair.  The first hurdle was done, now that Carlos had tasted his cooking and deemed it successful. But he still had a little more planned for tonight.

“Well, she’s done a much better job than I ever could.” Carlos says softly. “Did she give you the recipe for dessert?  It’s a secret family thing and she never…” He stops as the realization hits. “Oh my God.”

“Okay, Carlos… Don’t freak out.”

“Too late for that. Is this… Are you…” he starts two sentences and abandons them both, staring at his boyfriend.

“Uh… Yeah. I mean...” TK slips a hand into his pocket and pulls out the small box, his fingers worrying over the soft velvet.  “That was the plan.  Look, Carlos, I-”

“Yes!” Carlos exclaims.

“But I didn’t even get to ask you!” TK pouts playfully.

“I’m sorry.” Carlos scoots back from the table and makes grabby hands at TK. “Come on then.”

TK sighs and stands, crossing the few steps to his boyfriend. “Carlos, I love you and I-”

“ Again, yes!”

“Carlos!”

“I’m sorry. You look nervous. I thought it would take a little pressure off if you knew I would say yes. Go ahead.”

TK makes a face and turns his back to Carlos to hide his smile. “Now I don’t know if I wanna.”

Carlos laughs and reaches for TK.  He wraps his arms around TK’s waist and pulls him down onto his lap, burying his face in TK’s neck.  Carlos kisses him softly then rests his head on TK’s shoulder, peering up at him.

“You ruined it!” TK says. Still giddy, Carlos just laughs. “I’m mad!”

“You are not. Annoyed, maybe. But definitely not mad. In fact, you-”

“Marry me?” TK carefully opens the box and removes the ring.  “I want to be annoyed by you forever.” Still perched on Carlos’ lap, TK slips the ring on Carlos’ left hand, then shifts sideways so he can cup Carlos’ face in his hands.

“Still yes. Always yes.” Carlos says, leaning in for a kiss.

[crazyblondelife]

Sunday Edition - This & That

The beginning of 2023 has been a busy time! I’ve been organizing, making a vision board, cooking (a lot), reading and sitting by our outdoor fireplace watching the flames dance! I’ve decided to take a little time to get my bearings this last couple of weeks after being sick over the holidays! It’s been good to journal and really let go of the past year so that I can fully focus on being Fearless in 2023!

You know I love a This & That post and I have so much to share today, from the outfit below, to my Amazon purchases (so much), books and so much more! I hope you enjoy!

First up is this cute look that I’ve kind of resisted wearing for some reason. It’s a little out of my box, but now that I’ve worn it, it will be on rotation! I’ve had these pants for over a month and, as you know…I wear jeans all of the time so wide leg cropped trousers aren’t the norm for me! It’s good to try new things! The sweater is from last season, but I found several others (below) that are similar and…for those who love vintage…one of them is vintage!

I’ve been on a little Amazon shopping spree lately….nothing too expensive, but sometimes, once you get started, you end up with a full cart!

The last thing I ordered should show up today and I’m so excited about it! It’s a book that was recommended by Juliet of Make Mine a Spritzer so I know it’ll be a good one! The book is A Place at the Table - A Recipe for a Delicious Life in Paris by Alexander Lobrand. Another book that I’ve been pouring over is An American in Provence, Art, Life & Photography by Jamie Beck! This book is so gorgeously done and you’ll want to pack up and move to Provence after reading! It’s the story of Jamie’s move to Provence but it’s also filled with beautiful photography, recipes and advice…just in case you decide to move to Provence! In my last post, I mentioned Maman the Cookbook - All Day Recipes to Warm Your Heart by Elisa Marshall and my obsession continues…it’s such a well done cookbook with mouthwatering recipes! To help me read all of these books I’ve ordered, I needed some new reading glasses and these are so cute and supposedly, Oprah’s favorites!

As you can see, I have a minor addiction to books…mostly decor books and self help books! Speaking of self help books, I also ordered The Mountain is You - Transforming Self Sabotage Into Self Mastery by Brianna Wiest. I’ve read several of her other books and they are filled with golden nuggets for living a more fulfilled, happier life!

I’ve also been cooking up a storm recently and I’ve had to organize my cabinets so I could see what was in there! The holidays left them very unorganized and depleted! My daughter Rebecca is an excellent organizer and helped me to get everything together! I ordered a few Amazon items that really helped coral everything into neat categories! These cute little spice jars are great for holding spices that come in bags (why do they do that). I had so many bags of various things from Zaatar to curry powder and they are all neatly put into jars and labeled so I can find them! I also ordered these one gallon glass jars with lids to hold chocolate chips, brown and confectioners sugar and I’ve filled one with homemade snack mix! These smaller stackable plastic containers are perfect for holding dried beans, lentils etc! It feels so good to have everything in place!

I order some items in bulk on Amazon, such as organic black peppercorns, Maldon sea salt, and my favorite Honey Aleppo Pepper that I use on everything from chicken to fish to roasted veggies! It is the yummiest thing you can imagine!

Did I mention that I also collect cookbooks? Ina Garten’s new cookbook Go-to Dinners, is one of her best…I gave several as holiday gifts and they were very much appreciated! I haven’t tried any of the recipes yet, but because I have every cookbook she’s ever written, I can guarantee that the recipes in this book are amazing! I’ll keep you posted!

I’m planning to make creme brûlée for Valentine’s Day, so of course, I ordered a small culinary blow torch to caramelize the sugar on top! It’s also great for making the most delicious grapefruit half! Lastly, I ordered an avocado keeper that has been very handy!

After taking a little break from working out because I’ve had such a terrible cough, I’m happy to say I’m back at the gym and very sore! It’s always nice to refresh your workout clothes for the new year because they seem to get worn out so quickly!

To be perfectly honest, after binging Emily in Paris, we haven’t really watched anything! I keep hearing that 1923 is worth watching, so that’s on the list! I love anything with Helen Mirren! The trailer is below if you’re thinking of putting it on your list. Have you watched and what did you think?

There is not much better than a warming soup or stew when the weather is cold outside! With the Super Bowl right around the corner, I’ve been looking for some new recipes and this White Chicken Chili from Half Baked Harvest sounds so amazing!

[greycaelum]

Bonjour grey! I hope you have joyful valentine day i wonder how kou's mom and satoru celebrate their first valentine, will they make chocolate together? Cause i think homemade chocolate is the best gift ever 🥰

Bonsoir, hi! Thank you and Happy Valentine's Day too, enjoy the rest of the day!

I bet Satoru almost missed it, but he sent flowers and chocolates the day before Valentine's.

• You guys went on a grocery date, because Satoru insisted on making a chocolate cake together!

• You inspect the products while Satoru pushes the cart, zooming through the stalls like a hyped-up pup with the dramatic 'vroom, vroom' sound effects. You have to pull the back of your lunatic boyfriend's shirt to stop him from running only for you to find him in the sweets and snacks corner.

• There's this nice old lady also doing her grocery who spotted you and Satoru arguing on what brand of flour to buy.

• "Oh are you two newlyweds?"

• Blush flamed on your face while Satoru grinned ear to ear.

• "No ma'am, not yet... At the least," he whispered to the elder and winked to shush her.

• You're Satoru's sous chef, grimacing at the corner, holding the recipe, as he dumps the ingredients to the mixing bowl, measuring the powders and other more only by his naked eyes.

• "You know if Gordon Ramsay is here he'd call you a freaking sonofab*tch," you chided and he shut you up by shoving a spoonful of melted chocolate to your mouth.

• "Uh-huh? You better freaking make the icing before I freaking spank your ass," he goaded, imitating how you say the word 'freaking'.

• Satoru helps you make the icing, teaching you decently this time while the chiffon is baking in the oven.

• "We should add sugar flowers," Satoru mumbled while you pour the icing in the piping bag.

• "Were gonna eat it after, do you really have to go that far?" You raise a brow but Satoru decided to watch how to make those flowers put from scratch.

• "It's our first Valentine's Day, of course I have to make it as memorable as possible!"

• "Having you here is already memorable," you pointed out and you him bashfully turn to hide his reddening cheeks. "Still!" He didn't swayed and made the treats just in time when the oven went 'ting'.

• Sitting on the couch, Satoru behind you while you sit between his thighs. You lean your back on Satoru's firm pectoral muscles, a blanket covering your legs while holding your favourite book on your lap. Meanwhile Satoru holds the plate with the slice of fresh chocolate cake while reading with you in silence accompanied with the occasional sound of the page being flip to the other side. From time to time he would hold the spoon to your lips to feed you while you ask him if he's done reading so you can turn the back page.

• "Silly girl," Satoru smiled at your sleeping face press above his hard chest, he noticed how your eyes are starting to drowsily close-open midway the book as you fight the urge to sleep. And he's been patiently waiting for you to finally slip to Dreamland. Setting the plate on the nearby table he carefully remove the book from your hands and pull the blanket up your chest. "How could you fall asleep? Being in my hold makes you sleepy huh?" He questions your slumbering face while adjusting his body to sit higher so you could lean on him better without having stiff neck when you wake up.

• "Happy Valentine's sweet cheeks," Satoru whispered kissing the crown of your head and wrap his arms around your waist, cuddling you with his contented heart.

Well, I hope you like that~✨ and I agree, homemade chocolates are nice.

—Grey,

[denkamis]

bnha characters as cheesy valentine’s day tropes.

masterlist. | valentine’s day event masterlist.

warnings: none! some swearing, but a lot of fluff for the best boys

characters: shouto todoroki, denki kaminari, eijirou kirishima, tamaki amajiki

notes: dedicated to @nekomanagers / @meilbox ,, for being the most supportive human being in my life and undoubtedly the reason i have been posting so much of my work here on this blog. thank you for dealing with all of my shenanigans on and offline, and for picking me up when i felt like i couldn’t. <33 i love you.

shouto todoroki

flowers & chocolate as gifts

he’s one for the classics

he buys you the most gorgeous flowers, ones that are most definitely your favourites mixed in with an arrangement of others that all have particular meanings to them

he also got you expensive truffle chocolates, and also some cheaper ones that you really like to snack on

he’s so thoughtful, it makes your heart melt

literally so sincere as he gives it to you too, has a whole ass speech prepared

shouto came home after work a bit later than you had expected him to. perhaps he got caught up with some hero work, a report that needed to absolutely be filed today or a villain that just wouldn’t let up. either way, when you heard the front door to your shared apartment open, you came running over to greet him. as you turned the corner to see the front door, there stood shouto with the most breathtaking bouquet of flowers you had ever seen in your life. it was a myriad of colours and petals of all kinds standing out against the white of his suit. since when did he have time to change after work to surprise you like this? his usual aloof expression was replaced by a soft smile, one that was reserved for you and only you, “happy valentine’s day, my love.”

he strolled over to you, initiating a kiss that was slow and passionate. it made your heart melt right on the spot, your face erupting in nothing but pure warmth. “shouto, these are beautiful,” you told him as you took a moment to admire the different flowers that went into assembling the collection in his hands. “these ones mean gratitude, and this one here means love. truth is the white coloured one,” he pointed out, guiding you through the meaning of each individual one that made up your special gift.

he snuck a glance at you, your face radiant with how much you were smiling at his thoughtful present. “i also bought you a few of your favourites,” shouto gestured to the vanity you two kept by the door. you turned to see a very expensive box of truffles and a few hershey's kisses paired with more of your favourite corner store chocolates.

“it wasn’t too much, was it?” shouto asked quietly, watching as your jaw dropped at the sight of the truffles. didn’t you hear a rumour once about how those ones literally had gold integrated into their wrappers?  “no no, it’s wonderful. this is.. you’re so sweet,” you giggled, tapping his chest as a signal for him to lean down so you could kiss him again. no matter how many times shouto gifted you flowers and chocolate on valentine’s day, you got the same butterflies as you did when he first gave you these heartfelt gifts back in high school.

denki kaminari

fancy dinner date at an expensive restaurant

the entire bakusquad was EGGING HIM ON for something good on valentine’s day okay

he’s been talking big game about some kind of secret plan he had in store for the both of you

he bought you an outfit that not only suited your style, but was elegant and absolutely stunning as it complimented your figure

he pulled out all the stops for you

he wanted to be classy, so he reserved a table for two at one of those rooftop restaurants so you two could dine and enjoy each other’s company

“like grown ups” as denki says

you were sat at a candlelit dinner for two near the edge of one of the most highly rated restaurants in your area. denki had really gone all out, wanting to treat you like the resilient and beautiful partner you were to him with a night that would be unforgettable.

and unforgettable it was.

you two were arguably the loudest ones at the restaurant, laughing and overall just having a good time amongst such high class individuals. denki was making faces at you across the table, making you choke back on the red wine you were having. “and then bakugou slapped that dude! it was crazy, y/n, super fucking wild,” he laughed as you nodded your head in agreement. denki sure knew how to talk, filling in conversations with anecdotes and playful conversation topics sprinkled in with compliments for you. he loved you so damn much, he felt like his electricity quirk was on all the time with you from how much you turned his brain to mush.

he couldn’t get over how gorgeous you looked tonight, with your hair done and your outfit styled to perfection. like, that was all his? and a personality to match? damn! he felt like for once, he was doing something right in his life for you. he wasn’t the dumbass everyone constantly made him out to be. he was trying to be the best for you, and if he could make you happy for the rest of his life, then nothing else mattered to him.

your waiters came back with two platters in hand, with outrageously small portion sizes that could feed maybe a small cat at best. the two of you stared at each other with blank expressions. oh no, this would not be enough to appease your appetites. each of your plates were worth twelve thousand yen, so you really couldn’t get more. on top of that, denki had prepaid everything for tonight anyways. what was worse was that the food tasted like a rat’s ass, yet the two of you dined like kings regardless. well, you pretended to at least. as you were suppressing your disgusted expressions out of kindness to both the waiters and the other guests, denki couldn’t help but stare at you. you were his person, and although the dinner wasn’t exactly all it was cracked up to be, he knew that you dealt with so much more of him than anyone else was willing to. that meant more to him than words could even express.

that, and he immediately bought you apology mcnuggets after you two left. then you two really ate like kings.

eijirou kirishima

long captions to their s/o on instagram

this mfing SAP

he has everything planned, he made like 3 drafts beforehand and even had bakugou proofread it for him

he had all the different pictures he wanted to post too

this is a little unrelated but mans definitely showed up to your house with red roses and a suit

LIKE A GENTLEMAN

your phone buzzed, indicating that  you had received a new notification from instagram. after taking your phone off the table and entering in your passcode, you tapped into the instagram app and saw what had caused the tiny ping.

eijikirishima has tagged you in a post!

the first photo was an oldie, but a goodie. it was of you and eijirou at prom together back when you both graduated from ua. he looked absolutely stunning in the darkened suit he had bought, right beside you in a matching colour scheme. though the picture was in fact a meme in itself, as he posed like that one will smith picture gesturing to you with the goofiest smile. you remembered telling him that he was absolutely banned from wearing crocs that night to the dance. it was a good thing you had saved him from that utter atrocity.

the next picture was a photo of you with the puppy you had adopted together. you had named him bean, to which eijirou had expressed was the manliest name he had ever heard for a tiny pomeranian puppy. you were pressing a kiss to bean’s nose, the angle of the photo showing off your loving nature that he had fallen for.

the last was a picture of you sleeping against him during a long train ride for a mission. it wasn’t the most flattering picture eijirou had of you, but it was certainly one of his favourites. you looked so at peace, cuddling against his side with a tiny line of drool running down your chin. he was smiling in the picture, his eyes solely trained on you with the most wholesome look on his face. he was so utterly in love with you, and this picture couldn’t have showcased that look any more clearly.

the caption read as follows:

Hey bros! It’s Valentine’s Day, which means that it is my duty to post about the most amazing person I’ve ever had the pleasure of dating for about five years now! Y/N, we’ve been through so much together over the years, we’ve had ups and downs and everything else in between but I’ve been fortunate enough to remain standing here as the person you can confide in, much like you are that person to me. You’re my rock. I continue to find so much more to love about you every single day. I hope I get to spend the rest of my days with you, my best friend, my partner throughout everything. I love you so so much, pebble. I hope we get to stay just like this forever, and grow as we go along.

needless to say, many happy tears were shed that day.

tamaki amajiki

love letters in their shoe locker

for all the days leading up to valentine’s, tamaki put a different letter in your locker

mirio hyped him up asf to even get him to write what he was feeling towards you

and he was still nervous as hell and had mirio stand guard so that you didn’t accidentally walk in on him shoving weird notes in your locker

but unfortunately for tamaki, mirio isn’t a very good watchman

and so you caught him in the act, right on valentine’s day ironically

it was the end of a long, rather eventful day at school. you had gotten a few confessions from some other students, to which you turned down due to someone else being on your mind. for the past few days, you had begun collecting small letters in your shoe locker. the notes were short, handwritten with small doodles and even a recipe or two for you to try. it seemed like this person was reaching out to you to express their true feelings, their intimate and romantic feelings, towards you. and you couldn’t help but feel the same towards them, whoever they were. this admirer unveiled small details about themselves to you, yet hadn’t revealed enough for you to piece together a name. so here you were, sprinting down the hallway as soon as the bell went to try and catch a glimpse of this mystery individual who had been leaving you such sweet writings for you to cherish.

you rounded the final corner and there you saw him. before that happened however, you first you ran into your classmate and good friend mirio, who let out a tiny “oof” at the sudden contact. you apologized to him in a rush, explaining in a rushed tone that you needed to go meet someone. he nodded and waved to you before realizing that he had one job and tamaki was definitely going to kill him later.

only slightly out of breath, you saw a mess of indigo hair and shaky hands sliding your latest note into your shoe locker. as he turned to leave, his face drained of colour at the sight of you. he slouched further, retreating into himself. he looked around nervously for an excuse as to what the hell he was doing shoving letters into your locker. though, you beat him to speaking first.

“it’s you.”

tamaki’s throat felt scratchy and swollen, his entire form shaking as you slowly, calmly made your way towards him. “i- i can explain, y/n,” tamaki barely murmured, his nerves beginning to get the best of him yet again. “your words, they were so intimate. you were so well spoken on paper, i just had to meet you in person,” you confessed to him with a patient smile on your face. you stood a relatively safe distance away, not wanting to overwhelm him by your presence. you had just caught him in such a compromising act, after all.

“i read all your letters,” you went on, “every night before bed, i read them, tamaki. i even tried out the udon recipe you gave me and it was the best udon i had ever had. everything you said in your letters, the confessions and the other, more personal stuff… is that all true?”

tamaki, though he felt frozen beneath your warm gaze, had the courage to nod his head. “i didn’t know how else to tell you,” he admitted, hands now covering his face in shame. suddenly, gentle fingers grasped at his shaky ones as you uncovered his face to the light that was you. “i like you too,” you said finally. it felt like a chord had snapped inside of tamaki’s mind and all his feelings came crashing down in a deep crescendo of emotions all for you. it was all that he had ever wanted from you: a response.

all works © denkamis 2021.

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[hallowxiu]

Beelzebub’s Valentine

pairing: beel x gn!mc

word count: 2k

summary: With the help of Luke, you whip up a special Valentine's treat for Beelzebub.

a/n: I don’t think angel cloud cake is real but i’m also stupid and unoriginal so who knows. And if it is real, i bet my stupid ass even had it before

part 3 of the valentine’s series

part one | part two

“I have a plan.” And you did, for once. The two of you were hanging out at his dorm, Luke in the kitchen as he whips up a snack for the two of you. You were hovering over his shoulder, watching as he added ingredients into his mixing bowl. “I’ve been thinking about this long and hard, and I’ve concluded that I can only do this if you help me, Luke.” Barbatos would also be ideal, but realistically Luke had more experience in this matter. Luke’s staring at you with a suspicious look as if he suspects you’re up to no good, but ultimately, decides not to voice his concerns. “Valentine’s Day is coming up; have you heard of that holiday before, Luke?” 

He hesitates before he answers. “Simeon’s told me a little bit about it before.” 

“Great! I wanted to celebrate the upcoming holiday by giving everyone gifts.” You explain to the blond angel. “And so that brings me to my current dilemma. I need your help with Beel’s gift.” You knew Luke wasn’t big on demons in general (let alone the brothers), but you knew he had a soft spot for the red-headed demon. 

With a look of disbelief, Luke turns away from the counter and looks at you. “You need my help? Making a gift? For a demon?” There’s a tone of annoyance to his voice. “Why would I want to make a gift for a demon?” 

“It’s not just any demon, Luke! It’s Beelzebub! He’s the nicest demon here, don’t you think? He’s always treated you better than Lucifer or Mammon. And he always eats your samples and gives excellent feedback.” Luke ponders at this, tilting his head to the side as he thinks it over. “And, if I’m being honest,” you lower your voice and lean in closer toward the angel, “I think you’re the only one in the entire Devildom who could help me with this.” That got him. “I mean, I don’t think even Barbatos could help me out with this.” The angel stares at you with a sparkle in his eyes. 

“What do you need me to do that Barbatos can’t?” 

“I want to bake Beel food from the Celestial Realm, and the last time I checked, I know an angel who happens to be an excellent baker.” Luke flushes at this, the tips of his ears turning red as he quickly looks away from you. There’s a shy smile on his face as he plays with his fingers. “You’re from the Celestial Realm, and you have more experience with the food there. I’m sure Barbatos could mimic the recipes well enough, but I want to give Beel the authentic thing.” 

“Beel has been going on and on about how he wants to have food from the Celestial Realm again,” Luke adds. With a small huff, the angel turns to face you completely. “Fine, I’ll help you bake food for Beel! But only for you!” His hands are on his hips as his face reddens. “I don’t want them thinking I’ve gone soft for demons because I most certainly haven’t!” 

“Of course not. I’d never expected you to.” 

“Good! And this will show Barbatos just how good of a cook I am.” So much for not growing soft for demons, you think to yourself. “Um, just one problem though.” You look down at Luke with a raised eyebrow. “I can only get the ingredients from the Celestial Realm, and Simeon went out for the day. I can’t ask him.” 

“Oh, is that your only concern?” You grab your bag from the counter, Luke watching you with a confused expression. 

“What do you mean? That’s a big concern and I can’t just leave the Devildom without Simeon’s permission. And if you expect me to just for a demon, then you’re wrong! I could never disappoint Simeon like that. Have you been letting those demons influence you? I knew they weren’t to be trusted. Those--” 

“Luke, calm down.” A laugh leaves you as you unzip your bag. “I told Simeon about my plan earlier. He already brought me the ingredients.” With a look of surprise, Luke watches as you place small containers on the counter. 

“You had Simeon get you the ingredients even though you weren’t sure that I’d help you?” 

“Yup! I figured if you said no, I’d just try it myself, although I’m really glad you said yes because I think that could have been a disaster.” Luke smiles at your honesty. 

“Did you have anything in mind that you wanted to bake?” Luke walks over to where you're standing, going through the different containers. “We could make a few things for him with everything Simeon brought.” 

“I was thinking about Angel Cloud Cake, and maybe some type of Celestial chocolate.” Luke nods approvingly at your ideas. “If chocolate is too hard to make, maybe we could make a type of cupcake or candy.” 

“Chocolate is doable.” Luke nods with a determined look on his face. “And we can add something into the chocolate, too. Maybe we can add bits of candy to it.” 

“Has anyone ever told you that they like the way you think?” 

“Finally!” With your hands on your hips, you take a long look at the desserts you and Luke whipped up. The two of you managed to make a large Angel Cloud Cake as well as rolled-up balls of chocolate with a candy center. It was unique, and something you haven’t tried before, so hopefully that meant Beelzebub also hasn’t tried it. 

“That didn’t take as long as I thought it would.” You looked at Luke in disbelief. Your back was sore, and there was a light sheen of sweat on your skin. You didn’t realize that baking could be so intense, but then again you were baking with an angel who had a habit to make sure that everything he made was absolutely perfect. 

“I suppose.” You breathed out. It took half the day, and while it was still a lot to you, you were surprised it didn’t take up the entire day. “Thank you, Luke.” You look over at the angel who looks a little worn out but overall holding up much better than you. You weren’t sure you’d be up to baking something from the Celestial Realm for a while after this. 

“You’re welcome!” There’s a pink tint to his cheeks as he addresses you. “I had fun! Any time I get a chance to spend time with you, I’ll take it.” A frown forms on his lips when looking over at the time. “I have to go. I promised Simeon that I’d study with Solomon for an upcoming quiz. I’ll see you later!” 

With that, you carefully place the chocolate sweets into your bag, making sure not to squish the container. Lastly, you grab the cake from the counter and begin your walk back to the House of Lamentation. 

“Beel?” You poke your head through the front door of the house, a small frown appearing on your lips when you don’t get a response back. Maybe he’s at the gym, you think to yourself. You walk to the kitchen and place the cake on the counter. You pull the container of chocolate candy from your bag, setting it next to the cake. You doubt Beelzebub would even give you a chance to explain before devouring it whole. All he’d need you to tell him was that it was for him. 

As your luck would have it, the front door opens and closes only a few minutes after you set up your desserts in the kitchen. “Something smells good,” Beelzebub comments as he walks into the room. “I could smell it during the walk home. It was distracting.” He could smell it from the walk home? It was impressive the way Beelzebub’s body responded when it came to food. “You brought food?” He takes a step forward but hesitates before ultimately moving back. You raise an eyebrow at him. 

“What’s wrong?” There’s a small frown that’s tugging his lips downward. 

“I don’t like eating your food.” It was an innocent statement laced with honesty. “I feel bad. I know that you know I can’t help it, but I don’t like taking your food. I don’t want to take all your food.” He’s pulling at his fingers, the demon suddenly finding himself restless. “But it smells so good…” A laugh leaves you as you push the container of chocolates forward. 

“Beel, Luke helped me make this for you.” 

“For me?” His eyes are wide and he looks at you in shock. “You made this for me?” 

“Of course! Valentine’s Day is coming up, and I wanted to make you something special for the holiday. I asked Luke if he could help me bake you some treats from the Celestial Realm. Simeon even got the ingredients we’d need beforehand.” As you explain, you reveal the cake that was carefully placed into a larger container. “Angel Cloud Cake and chocolates with a candy center.” He’s practically drooling on the spot. No, he is drooling. 

“It’s authentic food from the Celestial Realm?” 

“Yup! Luke did most of the baking himself, so it’s authentic food made by an angel.” You glanced over at the cake, a small fear within you that Beelzebub might eat the container with the cake. He’d done that once before, and you knew Luke would be wanting the container back. You weren’t sure if you could save the container holding the chocolates, either. “So have as much as you want--” You couldn’t finish the sentence. Beelzebub was on the chocolates within seconds, and, just as you feared, he ate the container with it. “Was-- was it good?” You clear your throat and look at him with wide eyes. Did he even taste it? 

“It was delicious. You and Luke did a great job.” There’s a bright smile on his face after swallowing the chocolates. “It was really good. I liked it a lot.” You’d make sure to pass that feedback to Luke (and to buy him a new container). “I want to share the cake with you, though.” 

“The Angel Cloud Cake?” He nods his head at your question. You feel your cheeks heat up and you grab two forks from one of the kitchen cabinets. “If you want to share, we can share. It does look good.” 

“Angel Cloud Cake is one of my favorite desserts from the Celestial Realm. I’ll try to share as much as I can.” You find yourself laughing at Beelzebub’s words. You’d be impressed if you got one bite out of it. 

“Would you like to watch a movie while we eat it? Maybe we can even invite over Belphie.” Beelzebub beams at the suggestion of his twin, and he finds himself nodding his head quickly. 

“There might not be any cake left by the time he gets there though…” 

“Yes, well, something tells me he won’t be too disappointed at the lack of cake.” You look over to give him a reassuring smile, though you end up doing a double-take when noticing the cake is no longer on the counter. “Did you..?” You look back at Beelzebub to see that he’s holding the cake, although half of it is already missing. 

“Sorry. I couldn’t help myself.” There’s a sheepish smile on his lips, and his cheeks are flushed with embarrassment. 

“Let’s go to your room before you finish the cake.” You hold out your hand, and Beelzebub adjusts the container with cake in his arms so that he can hold it with one hand, his free one gripping your hand in return. With a soft and gentle squeeze, he smiles down at you.

“Okay.”

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