#we’ve both been eyeing the last leftover birthday cupcake

[aglet-ampersand]

I am diabetic and I love sweet things. My desk neighbor at work is also diabetic and loves sweet things. This is great for several reasons—trading tips for managing blood glucose, sharing new low carb/sugar snacks and recipes, shaking our fists at the IT guy that eats his weight in sugar every day and is infuriatingly not effected by it at all, etc. But my favorite is that if there is a treat on the snack table that I want but is a little too sugary for me, I can always turn to her and go “hey… if we split this it won’t be nearly as bad for us” and she will immediately go “omg yes genius brilliant let’s do it”.

[unholyhelbig]

We Sold Our Souls | Chloe

Read Beca's Chapter Here | Read on AO3 here

Summer 1985

The Diner on 10th and Jefferson was not an inhabitable establishment. The floor was once a glimmering white that had faded to a musty brown. You could see where the tables had been situated because underneath was still the original color- not the dingy, ketchup-stained mess. A window unit sputtered as it pulled in hot air and the sound of sheets of meat sizzled and popped on day-old grease.

There was flypaper tacked to the ceiling and they spun as the warm air shifted it. It wasn’t brown, not like the floor, it was black with squirming legs and tired wings. Chloe watched, sweat dripping from her nose, as one particularly large one tested his luck and failed.

The boombox in the corner crackled and competed with the sound of two number sevens being placed on the counter. The antenna was stretching to the sky and they only got a slight signal for KWBT, the best Rock music in the county.

Chloe perked up, her spine straightening as Brock Argent’s rumbling voice filled the small area behind the counter. She ignored the way the cook stared at her, sweat beading against his greasy forehead, as she shushed him and turned the dial. She knew what he was going to say, and he didn’t push any more than he already had.

She hadn’t stopped talking about ‘The Ramones’ New Album. It was advertised with neon yellow and orange posters all around town. No one could tell if it was from the record label or some die-hard fans that had too much time on their hands. Either way, everyone knew about it, and that everyone included Brock Argent and the KWBT team. They had made a big deal about getting their hands on a copy.

“Alright you crazy people, I know we’ve been teasing this one for a long while, but we’ve got a good one for you today!” Brock’s tone was so deep that it shook the upturned milk glasses on the counter.  “Here’s Pet Cemetery by the Ramones. Some seriously creepy stuff!”

Chloe felt the greasy diner and the sharp scent of fry oil leave her all at once. The second the first guitar chord struck the airwaves she had fallen so contently into the melody. Joey Ramone’s deep growl hissed and churned and made her stomach feel like soup. Johnny pressed down hard on the guitar strings and Tommy backed him up with a solid beat on the drum kit.

She ignored the way the cook eyed her cautiously as the steaming food on the counter attracted one of the flies that the paper hadn’t attracted. He was growing impatient as the lead belted out words about pets with their ribs crushed and their hearts gnawed pulling from the dirt. It mirrored that horrible book by Stephen King, the one that the schools banned, and the PTA moms fussed about until their veins splattered.

Finally, the song faded out and Chloe gave a grateful smile to the man in front of her before palming the cold plates and taking them to the couple that sat in the back booth. The woman slathered her pile of fries with a generous helping of ketchup and the man seemed to hate the idea of eating altogether.

Chloe didn’t’ notice when the cook turned down the radio for the rest of her shift. She was sore from mopping and wiping down all of the tables that were still sticky despite how much elbow she put into it. He watched her mount her bike and flick on the light that dawned its front despite the sun not fully being down, before he backed out of the parking lot himself and left their second lives behind, at least for a few hours.

She was mostly tipped change today and it rattled in the pockets of her apron as she took the side streets back to their run-down home. It had been nice once- at least that’s what the pictures tacked to the stained green refrigerator portrayed.

She shoved cake into her face with her vibrant mother holding her close. They all looked so clean despite the mess of pastry. There was light in their eyes and sugar in their systems and the old polaroid was a constant reminder to Chloe of the way things had been. The way she wishes they were.

The thought pulled at the back of her throat as she slowed her bike when the front tire met the Mitchell’s driveway. It gave her just enough speed to get over the dip on her own and pull the old blue contraption next to the garage. She could sandwich it between the trashcan and the side of the house. No one would take it, not in their small, rundown town. She flicked off the front light, reveling in the darkness for a few moments.

It was never silent, not here, not this close to the front door where the screen kept the lightning bugs out but no sound in. Her three younger brothers were blasting the television, all of them with their noses pressed to the static screen as MacGyver got himself out of whatever situation he was thrown into.

But over that, she heard her parents.

Her mother and her stepfather screamed loud enough for the whole block to hear them. It made Chloe’s jaw ache- how much they hated each other. They lived together out of spite, and because the boys needed a good role model.

But Rick, Rick hated Chloe just as much as he hated her mother. She wasn’t his and that had ebbed some deep resentment in him that she didn’t understand, nor did she care to. Not as she snuck in through the front door and trudged to her room. She was careful to toe her shoes off by the door, despite the pungent smell the house admitted.

It was considered rude to track mud, though no one had vacuumed in months at this point. No one had changed the lights or addressed the water stains that browned the ceiling above them. There was food on the table, most of the time, and hot water in the lead pipes. So Rick was doing his job and from the sound of the screaming match, Lauren was not.

Chloe tuned it all out.

She focused on the rifts she had heard this afternoon at the diner, and the satisfaction she got when she pulled the jar from the back of her closet, behind her 45’s and an old rolled poster of the Bay City Rollers that she had scored at an old thrift store and hung because the colors were vibrant.

As soon as Chloe could, as soon as she blew out the candle on her cupcake for her 18th birthday in front of that stupid polaroid and that puke green appliance, she would leave this tiny town. She would leave her brothers, and the dirty carpet, and stupid Rick, and even Lauren.

She would meet Joey Ramone, they would get married and she would never have to hear muffled screams and broken glass again- not unless it was at a concert that she was playing.

There was a glass of water on the table in front of Chloe Beale, but she hadn’t reached for it. There was some sinister part of her that considered it a test; there wasn’t a pitcher to refill it or anything else on the stark white surface. Just one singular cup that was free of any blemishes and water pushed to the near brim.

She was on a sofa that matched the rest of the room, stark and unfeeling. There wasn’t personality here; other than her and that stupid taunting glass, there was nothing. It could have been the waiting area in a place that detailed cars, but it wasn’t. She didn’t’ know what it was and she didn’t’ know if the water was a test- so she left it.

Her boots were the blackest thing, sharp like the night, against the white carpet. She got the sinking feeling that she should have taken them off by the door, though the secretary that lead her in here hadn’t told her to do so. Chloe wasn’t a child, not anymore, and Chloe could make her own choices. Like taking a gulp of water to quench the dry heat in her throat or taking her shoes off.

Rick would have made her take her shoes off.

Rick had killed her mother when she was at a concert in Orlando. She had saved up to get the tickets and she had had a fun, normal, road trip with the girls. They ate terribly and broke down in Georgia where they baked in the heat and splurged on ice cream cones that turned into a soupy mess in a matter of seconds. Chloe was happy then, and she had the polaroid tacked up on the corner of her apartment.

Thought the lights had been shut off a few times, and she and Beca had to eat all the ice cream and leftover pizza, and milk each time they did fade away, she kept it there. Her stomach would ache and her brow would sweat but they would fall asleep on the floor and the picture of her last happy moment would gape down at her- not mocking, but reminding.

They saw the yellow tape when Beca pulled the Monza to the edge of her driveway. Chloe let the rubber tire hit the corner of the driveway first, just like she used to do with her second-hand bike. Beca protested as she pushed the door open and flung herself towards her own home. A cop that shadowed his eyes with a large cap grabbed her by the middle and stopped her.

“That’s my house!” She had shouted, letting herself be lowered to the wet grass. “What happened? That’s my house! That’s my house!”

It had stopped being her house a long time ago when her father died of cancer and her mother met Rick, the anesthesiologist with the calm temper and the two boys from a previous marriage, and the one son that they shared together.

Chloe had spent most of her free time in Beca’s room now, staring up at the posters that weren’t of the Bay City Rollers on the ceiling. They both laid close to one another and she had memorized the features of Metallica and Stix and Beca’s breathing patterns, and the way the Charvel rested in the corner, with its off-white color.

Beca’s mother always had dinner on the table and always had enough for all three of them. Beca’s mom was interesting and kind. She was still alive when the summer of 88’ came to an end. She hadn’t heard the gunshots but she had smelt the blood- she said she was a nurse and she knew the scent of decay anywhere.

Rick shot Chloe’s mom in the head while her back was to him, and Chloe had always said he was a coward. He killed the boys too, straight shots with a gun Lauren had purchased him for Christmas because his new hobby would be hunting. As far as Chloe knew, the only shots he fired were that day, and the last when he ever did tore up his throat and painted the wall behind him.

She should take her shoes off and drink some water while she waits and wishes for wine. The secretary told her that he was running late and that she was welcomed to anything. But she didn’t’ feel welcome to the water, and really, she should have taken her shoes off, because the carpet was pristine, and the bottom of her boots were anything but.

Winter 1994

Snow fell in thick, wet drops against the pavement. It had barely started but picked up by the time Chloe ascended the stairs of the venue and tracked down Beca. The girl looked ragged, worn down, and thick with sorrow. She was moving her tongue against the edge of a cigar she had sliced with the pocket knife clipped to her jeans.

The sickly-sweet scent of weed followed the sparking of a lighter and the cold breeze that edged the nearly empty street. She leaned against the side of the van, next to a sizeable dent that had been there when they purchased it. When we’re famous she had said this won’t matter and we’ll be able to afford a van that isn’t half-totaled.

Beca pulled in a hot breath of marijuana, the tip burning hot and fast. She pushed the smoke through her those and passed it to Chloe who took it wordlessly and revealed in the sour film that coated her tongue and her teeth and her throat. A few more of those and she would be able to forget the disaster of tonight.

“Maybe I should have gone into accounting,” Beca said.

“You hate math.”

“That wasn’t my point,”

“I know. I just think that If you want to go back in time and choose MIT over your garage in the winter you should pick something you like. Not math. You’re not even good at math.”

Beca frowned and snatched the joint back. She wedged it between her teeth and gave Chloe the finger, the tattoos against her knuckles catching the red glowing light of the sign that hung above them. It buzzed like the flies Chloe had always hated- for some reason, more than spiders and moths, but she couldn’t’ recall now.

“Aubrey would have had a million things decided by now, you know? I don’t’ even need to prompt the woman before she brings up Julliard. Next thing; she’s going to be bitching about her back hurting from carrying the band.”

Chloe laughed sadly at that because she knew it was something Aubrey would say with that docile fire in her eyes. But through all of this, Aubrey was the best bass player that she had ever met and Beca had the right voice for them- but none of them ever said it. None of them ever dared that she would be better suited to part her ax down and grip the microphone instead.

“Are you?”

“What?”

She hadn’t noticed Beca was staring at her expectantly. Not only holding out the blunt, which she took and sandwiched between her lips, but with a question. Beca’s stare was dark, shaded in crimson, and glazed over because something was hitting; be the alcohol that she had consumed during the show or the slow crossfade that was humming happily through her now.

“Are you ready to give up?”

“Beca, this is all I’ve ever wanted.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

She swallowed hard and tried to dull the pain of the flames at her throat. Red and hot and a lot like the stories plastered on the news not too long ago. Her stomach felt fuzzy and her brain did too and she suddenly felt like following Beca out here was a bad idea. A terrible idea, really.

Chloe let the end of the roll hit the ground. There was no need to stomp it out. The color faded away in the puddle of dingy water that had collected as they talked. She didn’t’ mind the cool embrace of the large drops that felt more like snow and stung like an insect bite. It kept her steady and grounded.

“I heard what you asked, and I told you this is all I’ve ever wanted.” Chloe sniffed, “I don’t’ care how long it takes to get there. It’s me and you, kid.”

Beca’s clouded stare softened, and she laughed loudly because at this point- standing in the rain, the two of them, she didn’t’ know if they had much longer at all. Not as a band, not as friends, not as that odd drunken mess they escalated to when they weren’t.

The scent of weed mixed with the wet odor of Portland and beer. Chloe curled her fingers around Beca’s, both cold and clammy, and the gesture hurt. It stung the bandages wrapped around Beca’s fingers and hummed at the pain in the back of Chloe’s head, where she figured a scar would be one day.

[janiikae]

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐌 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄 | 𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍

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-After being on the run for years by the side of the myth, the legend, the baddest bitch of all, Katherine pierce, you're finally caught, taken prisoner by the feared Klaus Mikaelson.

He could have had you desiccate for decades, drown underwater over and over again, be tortured everyday, be dinner to wolves, but instead, he decides to keep you prisoner in his dungeons, visiting you everyday until something sparks out of that.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏:

Katherine, Katherine Pierce; Katerina Petrova, survivor, she-devil, psychopath, evil slut vampire—those were all names constantly given to her.

I simply called her, 'my partner,' after all, that's what she was. We had a truce, a friendship made from the day I met her. She wasn't my 'best best friend,' neither of us had friends, just each other.

We've had many brutal fights, stealing each other's boyfriend, which was a game she started not long after we met, but we would always makeup and pretend like nothing had happened, killing the man who dared to get in between us.

The year was 1773, Katherine was celebrating her birthday. She had just turned 300 and was celebrating by pretending to be another slave and having a threesome with my master and another sex slave. She had sneaked in through a back door with the intention of playing peasant, having some fun, then killing everyone for her own pleasure.

I was seventeen, my parents and grandparents had been killed by an ancient organization named, 'Arsenov,' which had settled in Bulgaria, Katherine's homeland.

I was shy, terrified that they would beat me like they had every time I didn't follow instructions. I was suicidal, scheming to kill myself with whatever sharp object I could get my hands on.

"Get your filthy arse in there!" The master's son ordered, yanking me inside by the rope tied around my wrists and neck. He over-abused his power, raping every female slave just to prove to his father that he wasn't gay, which he was gay because he couldn't even stay hard when it was my turn, my back was still sore from the beating of that night.

I laid my eyes on Katherine as she placed a kiss on the master's neck, making her vampire face before stabbing her sharp teeth in him. My eyes widened and my heart dropped. I desperately blinked in disbelief at what was happening in front of me.

The master's son threw me to the ground, backing away to grab a sword and attempt to stab Katherine with it. Dehydration and starvation slowed me down. I stopped taking my rations about four days ago, with the intention of dying, but I suddenly feared death.

Even though my vision was blurry, there she was, kneeling beside me with a mouth covered in blood. "You want to live, young one?" I nodded, turning my view to the side as I was taking my last breaths.

I don't remember much after that, just waking up in her cottage. She taught me all of her conniving ways, told me her life story, her mission of running away, and took me with her. I have spent over 200 years by her side, earning enemies like the Mikaelsons.

•

Our heels clicked on the black concrete street after that tiring Salvatore masquerade ball, where I had just saved Katherine's life—again.

"So you sticking around with me on this one, cupcake?" questioned Katherine, smirking over at me our arms were hooked. I turned my view down to my red heels, sighing, "Katherine, I—"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." She stood in front of me with her arms crossed. "You didn't use a petty nickname. Now, spill. What's wrong?"

I chuckled, "Nothing with you—just that that little witch of theirs is powerful, turned Lucy against us."

Katherine nodded, sauntering by my side again. "Well, let's kill her. We can't kill Elena, do you know what we can do with her life?"

"Buy ours."

"Uh-huh, that's right, smarty pants."

"Kath, don't be so petty. We have to stick together now more than ever—Isobel is gone because she turned to their side, too...you won't go, right? Tell me you won't go running to Stefan's arms, Katherine!"

She speeded in front of me, slapping me across the face. "LOOK, we didn't win tonight, I KNOW! We don't have the stone, but that doesn't give you the right to think that low of me! We've been together for two hundred years, I would think you would know me better by now!"

I slapped her back. "Yeah, and I'm doubting you because I know you! In 1864, you let those villagers kidnap me, so you could go check on little Stefan to see if he turned! In 1957, you abandoned me in that bar to go look for Stefan! And today, you left me cornered to run after Stefan! Katherine, HE HAS MADE YOU WEAK!"

Her chest heaved in anger, her hands clenched into a fist, and the look on her eyes as she stared at me through her eyebrows, warned me what she was about to do next. She grabbed me by the throat, tossing me on a white car, the glass shattering with my weight and the force I was thrown with.

I sat up, shattered glass cutting into my palms as I held myself up. Katherine stood in front of me as she harshly stated, "I don't need anyone in my life who doesn't want to be there," then vamp-speeded away.

I sighed, planning my next move. I knew her; it wasn't a good idea to go to her within the next hour or two, so I stood up and speeded away past streets until I saw a bar. Knocking out a woman in the lonely street, I dragged her away into a dark alley to steal her clothes.

I finished slipping the black coat on and stuck fists in the pockets as I made my way towards the entrance of the bar, a handsome man opening the door for me.

I sat at the bar, drinking bourbon as I stared down at my broken nail, hearing a familiar voice approach me. "What a nice evening you hosted, Damon. Even if you weren't seen for the most of it."

"Y/N," he sighed, sitting on a stool beside me.

"Hm." I picked my glass back up. "That's the first time you called me by my name since we reunited."

He took my drink to put it back down, grabbing onto my jaw and wrapping his arm around my neck to pick me up on my feet, pressing my body against his. "Yeah, well, I'm feeling quite nostalgic...care to...I don't know, say, do an act to relive old memories?"

I leaned my head forward, my tongue grazing my lips until he attempted to go in for the kiss and I backed my head away, giggling. I shook my head. "I don't go for Katherine's leftovers."

He smirked. "You sure didn't mind back then."

"Yeah, but back then you were nothing more than an inexperienced virgin—must say: I enjoyed taking your innocence, making you think you took mine."

"Oh, yes but that night, I found out how much of a slut you were...you were always just a cheap knockoff version of Katherine."

"And to her, you were nothing more than a cheap knockoff of Stefan."

The smirk wiped off and I heard snickering coming from the restaurant part, which was now alone. Just that blonde 'Carolina' and Stefan. They were both sitting, laughing at Damon as he let go of me, pulling out a stake from the sleeve of his suit.

I sighed, nodding with a slight smile. "I know, I know. Can a girl have one last drink?" Grinning, Damon leaned over to pull out an open bottle of bourbon to pour on my almost empty glass, then handing it over to me.

I looked over at Stefan, putting my drink up. "We shared a lot of good memories, Salvatores. I guess we'll continue on the other side." I pretended to sip for a second, then quickly spilt it on Damon's chest, bending back to dodge the stake, then standing up straight to take the candle that was set on the bar, setting Damon on fire before I ran away.

Through the glass windows, I watched as Caroline chased after me as Stefan helped Damon by vamp-speeding for a fire extinguisher.

Two wooden bullets to my stomach made me stop running so I stay still, standing still as I looked down at myself, opening the coat. My crimson blood was spreading through the white shirt I was wearing and I looked back up as Caroline shoved a piece of vervain in my mouth, forcing me to pass it down before I blacked out.

[ererokii]

Sweet Like You || Eijirou Kirishima

Eijirou Kirishima x Fem! Reader

Warnings: cursing (?)

Word Count: 2462

Synopsis: Class 1-A decides to help a local animal shelter by doing a bake sale, and you and Kirishima are in charge of the baking.

Taglist (message to be added): @shoutodoki @shoutosteakettle @sugacookiies @saltie @fryingpanitachi @kingtamakimurder

➺ Note: This is for @bnhabookclub​‘s bingo event! The prompt is Baking Sweets. This is also for @pixxiesdust​‘s birthday! I know it’s a day early but I wanted to post it now cause I couldn’t wait! Happy birthday Ze! I love you so much and I’m glad we became friends, enjoy your day bb <3

Bingo Masterlist

You couldn’t remember how you ended up in your position. You came out of your room, sleep still flooding your body as everyone started yelling at you for no reason—well, there was a reason behind it.

Aizawa thought it would be a good idea for his class—you guys to hold up some fundraiser for anything, but nothing dumb. He said it would give you guys a good insight on what it would be like when you got to be pro heroes, always helping those in need. Without a choice of course, you all had to decide what would be best.

“Why are you yelling at me?! I just woke up!” you yelled, furiously rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand to erase the remnants of sleep within your body. “I didn’t even get a good morning!”

“There’s no time for good mornings, Y/N! While we’ve been trying to figure out who we should help while you were sleeping your ass off! What kind of commitment is that, huh?! Do you care?!”

“Oh, shut up, Kaminari!” you groaned and plopped on the couch, not caring if your shirt rode up slightly. “I’m here now! Get it over with then!”

“She’s right! Stop the yelling, and we can get on with it!” Iida fixed his glasses as he held a clipboard in his arms, tapping a pen against it. “Alright, so far, we have some good ideas! There’s a local soba shop, a bookstore, an animal shelter, a beauty salon, and… a grocery store?” he trailed off at the end before shaking his head. “Alright, let’s vote! Who wants the soba shop?!”

Only Todoroki raised his hand, his face slowly falling in the area of disappointment when he noticed no one else was raising their hand. 

“Book store!”

No one raised their hand. 

“Well, that makes it easier,” Iida muttered, crossing the word out with his black pen. 

“An animal shelter!”

You shrugged and lazily raised your hand, noticing a handful of your classmates also raised their hand.

Iida nodded and counted each of you, his tongue peeking out from the corner of his mouth in concentration. “Twelve of you! Alright, beauty salon!”

Mina’s hand immediately shot up in the air, a goofy smile on her face. Iida breath hitched as he shook his head, erasing the other topics as well. “Animal shelter it is! Okay, that’s settled! What should we do to raise the money?”

“Sell cold soba on the streets.”

“Icy-Hot! No one is going to buy your soba! Especially on the streets!”

“Well, do you have anything better?”

“It doesn’t matter. No one is buying your stupid soba!”

“How about a bake sale?” you threw the idea out there and immediately regretted it. Pairs of eyes kept their gaze on you as you slowly cowered back into the couch. “W-What? Stop staring at me like that!”

“Oh yeah, that’s a good idea! I’m with Y/N on this one!” a certain redhead said from behind you, his hand grazing your shoulder. You tilted your neck upward and caught a pair of vermeil eyes, a vivid grin sent in your direction. You could feel bursts of heat erupting in your cheeks as you smiled back quickly. “Y-You mean that Kirishima?”

“‘Course! Baking sweets has to be one of the manliest things out there!”

“Well, is everyone okay with that?” Iida asked, turning around to face the rest of his classmates. There were nods of approval, spoken words of support, or just silence. 

“Then that settles that. Since both of you were so happy to take this on, I’m leaving the baking to you two!” A finger was pointed in your direction. 

You stopped your mouth from moving as your eyes gazed at his finger. “J-Just us?! How many would we need then?!”

“Well, if you make popular sweets according to the web, plus traditional based ones…” Iida paused for a moment, his mind wandering to calculate. “I would say maybe fifty for each.”

“Fifty?!”

“Uh-huh! Best get started now!”

You groaned and squeezed your eyes shut, tossing your head back as you were met with the couch's cushion. You slowly opened your eyes, cerise orbs gazing back at you. 

“It can’t be that bad, right?! Come on, you were made for this Y/N! You’re a great baker! I love everything you make!”

A nervous laugh escaped your lips as you scratched the back of your neck, feeling the flesh there heat up from his compliment. “T-Thank you, Kiri! It shouldn’t go bad, right?”

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

The kitchen smelt of raw eggs, flour, vanilla extract, and a hint of something burnt, which was just a batch of cookies in one of the old ovens. Splotches of white powder were scattered across the wooden floor, some residue from the eggs forgotten on the counter. The buzzing of the electric mixing bowl could be heard from the other room along with your shrieks.

“C-Cover the top with a towel, Kirishima!”

“Right! Sorry, Y/N!” 

A small ding went off, indicating that the second batch of sugar cookies was ready. You rushed to the oven, your oven mitts on already as you opened it, watching the smoke emit from the interior. You quickly grabbed the baking pan and shut the oven door, placing it on a stand to cool down. 

“Kirishima, did you finish with the brownie batter?”

He grunted in response, pouring the molasses-brown substance into a glass pan, making sure to scrape the leftovers off with a spatula. “Yeah, I got it.”

“Okay, while those cool down, we can work on the cupcakes,” you muttered, slicking the small strands of hair that fell in front of your face back to where they should have been. In the corner of your eye, you noticed Kirishima putting the batter into the oven after fixing the timer.

“Cupcakes, you said?”

“Mhm,” you sighed, grabbing a new glass bowl. “Can you hand me the ingredients while I mix?”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind doing this one instead, you’ve been making different batters since we started. Why don’t you just hand them over to me.”

“A-Are you sure?”

He nudged you with his shoulder, a goofy grin on his adorable face. “I offered, didn’t I? Come on, just do it, Y/N.”

“Fine, fine! Just don’t mess ‘em up.” you huffed playfully, taking a seat on the stool beside the redhead. He nodded, placing the bowl in front of him. 

A comfortable silence fell between the two of you as you handed him the correct measurements for each ingredient. 

You watched him mix the substances carefully, his eyes squinted as he concentrated. His tongue peeked out and licked his lower lip as his whisking only got faster by the second. The muscles on his bicep flexed with each flick of his wrist. 

“Kirishima, I think you’re mixing it too fast.”

“Nonsense! This is the perfect pace—“

You scooted back, wincing when the batter splattered onto his shirt and the marble countertop. 

“—for it,” he whispered, finishing off his sentence, the whisk falling from his hand as he let it rest in the bowl. “...maybe that was a bit too fast.”

“Ya think?” You huffed and grabbed a towel, handing it to him. “Hurry and clean it before it stains your shirt.”

“I think it just did,” he sighed, taking it from you as he dabbed the mess on his clothing. “I’ll just change when we finally finish, whenever that is.”

You grabbed the bowl and brought it in front of you, wiping the handle from the excess cupcake batter and began to whisk slowly. “You see, if you move your wrist too fast, it’ll go everywhere just like it did. You have to have slow and precise flicks,” you told him, feeling the warmth from another body behind you. 

He leaned over your shoulder, looking at your movements. “Can I try again?”

You realized how close he was to you. You stopped your movements, licking your lips nervously as you nodded. “Y-Yeah, here you go.”

You shakily handed him the utensil, your hands brushing against his larger ones. You quickly moved out of the way once more, allowing him to sit there. “H-How about you do that, and I’ll make the frosting?”

Before he could reply, you rushed away from him with your head down as a blush tinted your cheeks. God, he was so close to me. I could practically feel his muscles on my back, you thought, clumsily taking the needed things out. 

You turned your back to him, taking a deep breath before slowly exhaling. “Okay, just brush it off,” you muttered and unwrapped the butter, placing it in the electric mixing bowl. Soon you added everything that was needed. You set a towel to cover it, preventing another incident like last time and flipping it to the lowest setting.

The sound of something snapping caught your attention as you looked up quickly. Kirishima stood in front of the oven, wearing your strawberry mitts, too small for his big hands. He caught you staring and rubbed the back of his neck, his face becoming as sanguine as his tufts. “I finished, so I put them in the oven.”

“O-Oh, that’s good!” you chirped, looking away from him as you focused on the frosting being made. Kirishima’s smile faltered as he walked over to you.

“Are you okay?”

“‘Course! I’m fantastic! Why wouldn’t I be okay?! Do I not look okay?!”

“N-No!” he gasped, placing his hands defensively in front of his body. “You just look off is all! Like you’re thinking too hard about something!”

“Oh,” you whispered and rubbed your temples slowly. “Just seems like a bit of work when it’s only two people is all.”

He pursed his lips and nodded. “Yeah, I get that. But I’m glad it’s only us, though.”

“Oh? Why is that?”

“I like spending time with you, Y/N.”

Your mouth went dry at his confession, staring at him with confused eyes. Your heart felt like it could leap out of your chest and let him grab hold of it. “Y-You do?”

He nodded, slowly walking in front of you. Kirishima peered down at you, noticing the twiddling of your thumbs. 

You could smell earthen savors of cedar and lambent notes of mandarin peel when he stood close to you. He was driving you crazy without him even knowing. Kirishima was the puppeteer, and your heart was his puppet. He continuously pulled at the strings of your heart, and you let him. 

His scarlet orbs gazed into your own before quickly glancing at your lips, then back at you. Your eyes widened when he leaned closer, shakily bringing a hand to rest on your elbow. Knowing his next move, your finger dipped in the buttercream frosting as you scooped some up and placed it on his nose, shocking him in the process. 

“I—”

“I am so sorry! I have no idea why I did that,” you said quickly, out of breath, but did not attempt to clean it off him. 

His confused look got wiped off, a naughty one taking its place. “You wanna play like that then, huh?” He suddenly reached in the bowl, scooping a handful of the cream and smeared it across your face. Your eyes widened as you stared at him, dumbfounded. White streaks of frosting covered the area from your nose and below. You brought your hands to your nose, wiping the substance from your nostrils from blocking one of your airways.

“It’s on, Eijirou!”

Squeals and laughs resonated through the kitchen, each shout of the latter’s name bouncing off the walls. Bags upon bags of flour and baking soda was thrown across the room. The room was becoming more of a mess than it already was when you got in there.

You coughed into your elbow, waving the area from the fumes of powder that was fogging the air. “T-Too much!” You squint your eyes, hands reaching up to your head, and immediately patted it down, shaking your head to get the powder out of your hair. Trails of melted butter dribbled down your face, the baking soda sticking on like glue.

Kirishima wasn’t far behind you. His clothes and hair were dusted with white. 

“Wow, you look bad,” he blurted, pointing a finger at you. 

“Me?! Have you seen yourself?!” you laughed, wiping the dried crumbs off your arms. “We both look like crap, I bet.”

His thumb caressed your face as you quieted down, your orbs locking with his. “You know..” he trailed off, “you look adorable, especially like this.”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

His eyes widened as choked noise left his mouth. “H-Huh?!” Oh, he so desperately wanted to kiss you. 

“I said what I said,” you whispered, wrapping an arm around his neck and bringing him down to your level, your lips grazing his honeyed ones before intertwining. His arms encircled around your lower back, bringing you flush against his chest. You ran your fingers through his rubescent tufts, lightly tugging on them. His grip around you tightens. His heartbeat could be felt against your chest, your beating heart matching the rhythm of his. You felt like you were on the highest mountain in the world and could scream to anyone who had to know about your vibrant, romantic feelings for Eijirou Kirishima. 

Unfortunately, oxygen was a thing. You slowly pulled away, small, balmy puffs of air fanning your face. Both of you had equally flushed cheeks and a small goofy smile on his end. 

“Hey, Y/N, can I ask you something?”

“Didn’t you just do that?”

A pinch to your side caused you to whine and shift in his arms. 

“Can I take you out this weekend?”

Your face brightens as you nodded frantically. “I would love that!”

Your nose twitched as you sniffed the air, your eyebrows furrowing. “What is that?”

“What’s what?” Kirishima asked, following your eyesight that landed on the counter. “What’s wrong?”

You sniffed the air again, pulling away from him. “It smells.”

“Wow, if you’re gonna talk about me like that you can do it nicely—” he murmured sarcastically before you let out an agitated cry.

“No, not that!” You huffed and scratched your head in thought. Kirishima seemed to notice your thought process as he began to think of any possible outcomes. Was it the kitchen that just started smelling? Was it the both of you covered in raw egg and baking products? Was it—

Oh no.

You gasped in unison as you grabbed Kirishima by his shoulders, shaking him violently. He seemed to be on the same page as you, placing his hands on your elbows to steady himself.

“We forgot the cupcakes!”

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Enter stage right: you, wearing trackies and inexplicably, a t-shirt advertising Marmite. You do not remember where it came from or which day you put it on. It is either 4pm or 4am. Who knows. You open your cupboard and say out-loud, manically, alone: TIME FOR A SWEET TREAT BABY.

But wait, where are the Oreos? The brownies? You know the cheesecake is long gone, but the flapjack, surely you didn’t already eat the flapjack? Slick with regret and panic, the memory folds in, you at 3am crushing flapjack into your strawberry ice cream and calling it a sundae. Bless your heart.

The only thing left in the back of the cupboard is those chocolate rice cakes you bought at the beginning of all this, when you thought that you were going to get into meditation and something called ‘self-care’. Poor naive early-lockdown you, how could they have known you were going to average 42g of sugar a day? It’s a moment of desperation, you might even have thoughts like ‘could I put honey on the rice cake, would that help’?

No, it won’t. Order in from one of these places instead.

   Featured In The Ultimate London Delivery & Takeaway Guide See all our guides delivering across london  Gelupo £ £ £ £ Ice Cream ,  Italian  in  Soho ££££ 7 Archer St Not

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Gelupo’s gelato delivery person is the adult equivalent of the tooth fairy. Minus the breaking and entering, and the exchanging of money for teeth. OK, so they don’t have all that much in common. But the point is that their gelato is excellent, and they’re delivering it to all London postcodes. See? magical. Place your order here.

Bread Ahead £ £ £ £ Cafe/Bakery  in  London Bridge ££££ Borough Market Not

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Hey, remember croissants? They’re these things you ate before you started inhaling leftover fridge-temperature carbonara for breakfast. Go back to the golden era of pain au chocolat with a big order from Bread Ahead. You can find their jam doughnuts, chocolate brownies, banana cake, and even a baker’s kit at their online shop, as well as virtual cooking courses. They’re delivering to a range of postcodes across London that you can check out here.

L'ETO Caffè ££££ 155 Wardour St

There’s cake, and then there’s L’Eto Café’s cakes. We’re talking honey cake as thick as a brick, chocolate sponge cake with additional chocolate glazing and rose buds, and a raspberry meringue cake we’d want to frame and eat at the same time. This seriously good Soho spot is delivering direct from their online shop, just be aware that you might need to give them a few days notice.

Crosstown Doughnuts & Coffee ££££ 4 Broadwick St

We could go for a chocolate truffle doughnut right about now. Or ten. Crosstown are delivering their big-deal doughnuts across London. Hit them up on their website for their classic selection, working from home box, or their vegan favourites. If you happen to live near Shoreditch or Battersea, they’re doing express delivery, and then weekend drop-offs for the rest of the city.

Flour And Flowers ££££ 8 Hackney Road

Question: What do you call a person who is eating a white chocolate choux in their pyjamas? Answer: A fucking winner, that’s what. Flour And Flowers is a cute little neighbourhood coffee shop that is now delivering things like a pear and double chocolate turnover and vegan banana loaf direct to your home. If you happen to live within 10 miles of their Hackney Road café then delivery is just £2, and £3.50 for further afield. Just be sure to give them 24-hours notice.

The Great British Cheesecake Company ££££ Unit 1b Windermere Ave

No, you’re not going to mush up some quark and a Freddo and call it a cheesecake. Have some respect. Order one in from The Great British Cheesecake Company instead. They started as a food market regular, but now they deliver across London from a whole bunch of places from E14 over to NW3. To all our big kids out there, they also do a Kinder Bueno number.

Doughnut Time £ £ £ £ Cafe/Bakery  in  Soho ££££ 96 Shaftesbury Ave

Doughnut Time - or as we like to call it, right now - are doing DIY kits. Their packs come with freshly made doughnuts and all of the decorative supplies you’ll need to get your Bob Ross on with some icing. The kits start at twenty quid and if you’re feeling a little bit extra, they’re selling aprons and stickers too.

Dragon Cat Cafe ££££

There’s definitely something addictive in bubble tea. Is it nicotine? Crack? Jaffa Cakes? Or maybe it’s just a lot of sugar, who knows. And this little café in Hammersmith is delivering kits so you can make their delicious bubble tea at home. You can choose between Oreo milk tea and rose green tea kits at their online shop.

Lily Vanilli Bakery ££££ 6 The Courtyard

A wedding cake for one? Honestly, why the hell not, the snack rule book is abandoned. Lily Vanilli creates the kind of sweet treats that would make the average Bake Off contestant weep in a corner, and although their seriously impressive cakes start around the £50 mark, it’s worth it for a particularly glam isolation birthday. They also have more affordable, casual brownies and cupcakes available for delivery too.

SAID dal 1923 Antica Fabbrica del Cioccolato Roma ££££ 41 Broadwick St

We have a new hobby. It involves falling asleep with a box of chocolates and seeing how many haven’t melted by the time we wake up. Good times. Anyway, Said 23 are delivering their assorted pralines throughout London, including a large box set that even we’d struggle to finish. Specialising in all things ciococcolato, you can also order chocolate spread, their signature hot chocolate powder, and something very sexy called a magnum bar.

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Yeah, fuck you rice cracker and the yoga-pumped dreams you sailed in on. We’re going back to old faithful, ice cream. More specifically, the 1100ml tub of gelato delivered from London-wide ice cream chain Amorino. They’re also doing waffles, crepes, macarons, and something very sexy called Tête a Tête that involves two flavours of gelato and a whole bunch of macarons to add on top. Lovely.

Dunn's Bakery ££££ 6 The Broadway

Dunn’s Bakery have been serving the people of Crouch End since 1820. So, roughly around the same time you last took a shower. For the first time they’re now delivering everything from cinnamon buns to cherry bakewell tarts and a lemon drizzle cake. If you’re looking for a big-deal celebration cake, they’ve got that covered too, although we’ve got our eye on the classic jam doughnuts.

Uncle John's Bakery ££££ 76 West Green Rd

We’re big fans of Uncle John’s bread. But this isn’t about bread, this is about sugar, and this great, little Ghanaian bakery in Seven Sisters is also delivering their carrot cake, sweet rolls, coconut chin chin, and cake with custard. Look out for sweet bad, a coconut doughnut situation that is only a pound and seriously moerish.

Pophams £ £ £ £ Cafe/Bakery  in  Islington ££££ 19 Prebend St

We once described Pophams’ croissants as ‘a top, top, top croissant’. That’s three ‘tops’ people. If that doesn’t convince you enough to order from this excellent Islington bakery, their menu will. Expect pain au chocolats, sweet homemade granola, and their signature bacon and maple pastry. Heads up, you’ll need to pre-order and be aware that the pastries sell-out fast.

Unico ££££ St John’s Wood High Street

Unico is one of those pastel-coloured gelato spots where you picture one day meeting the love of your life, or at least a really excellent scoop of biscotto. They’re now delivering their gelato straight to your door from their St John’s Wood location, including flavours like pistachio, salted caramel, cremino, and more. If you’re not into gelato - why? - they’re also delivering whole cakes, waffles, milkshakes, and homemade chocolate and hazelnut sauce.

Oddono's Gelati £ £ £ £ Ice Cream  in  Stoke Newington ££££ 42 Stoke Newington Church Street

This gelato chain has some of the creamiest ice cream around. And it also has spots dotted around north London. Their Hampstead and Stoke Newington stores are both open. And as well as delivering kilo and 500ml tubs, you can even order small tubs for one to your door.

south Little Bread Pedlar ££££ Unit 10, Dockley Road

The Little Bread Pedlar is pretty much just what we call our mouths now, but it’s also an excellent artisan bakery situation in Bermondsey. You can now order their bakewell tarts, almond croissants, and sourdough online for delivery within three miles, or for collection. You’re definitely going to want to get involved in the butter bread, but you can’t go wrong with a round of cardamom and orange buns too.

Juliet's ££££ 110 Mitcham Road

This popular South London brunch spot and British restaurant make things like homemade sourdough doughnuts stuffed with bergamot curd. sorry, think we just passed out for a second there. Juliet’s Quality Foods in Tooting are now delivering their, err, quality sweet snacks, including their beloved pistachio cake slice and the marshmallow, chocolate, and sea salt cookie. Heads up, they’re also delivering something called a Baller Cake Basket which, honestly, we need.

Cafe Mori ££££

Cafe Mori’s matcha fondant would trump your chocolate digestives in a fight any day. This Japanese spot in Wimbledon are not only delivering their udon and rice dishes, you can also get their matcha crepe, mori cheesecake, dorayaki redbean, and more straight to your door. If you’re after a little afternoon tea moment, there’s plenty of speciality coffee, hoji cha, and bubble teas too.

The South East Cakery & Café ££££ 20 Upland Road

If there was ever a time to buy yourself a large personalised chocolate brownie with ‘I love me’ written in icing, it’s now. The South East Cakery are normally all about huge wedding cakes and serving treats from their café, but right now they’re delivering care packages full of essentials and those family-sized brownies. If you live in or around East Dulwich you can order during the week for Saturday delivery.

Oddono's Gelati ££££ 69 Northcote Road

This gelato chain has some of the creamiest ice cream around. And it also has spots dotted around south London. Their Battersea, East Dulwich, and Wimbledon stores are all open. And as well as delivering kilo and 500ml tubs, you can even order small tubs for one to your door.

east Beigel Bake £ £ £ £ Deli  in  Shoreditch ££££ 159 Brick Ln 8.1 /10

24-hour Brick Lane bakery, Beigel Bake, is arguably as quintessentially London as Sherlock Holmes and traffic. And now, they’ve only gone and made their own delivery app. You can obviously order classics like the salt beef beigel, but there’s cheesecake, doughnuts, chocolate fudge brownies, and an apple strudel to get involved with too. Our personal favourite will forever be the caramel shortbread though.

Pophams Hackney £ £ £ £ Cafe/Bakery  in  Hackney ££££ 197 Richmond Road 8.2 /10

We once described Pophams’ croissants as ‘a top, top, top croissant’. That’s three ‘tops’ people. If that doesn’t convince you enough to order from this excellent Hackney bakery, their menu will. Expect pain au chocolats, sweet homemade granola, and their signature bacon and maple pastry. Heads up, you’ll need to pre-order and be aware that the pastries sell-out fast.

Rinkoff's Bakery ££££ 224 Jubilee St

A crodough is the beautiful lovechild of a croissant and a doughnut, and they’re Rinkoff’s speciality. You can order a whole selection of this family-run bakeries sweet things for collection, directly from their website or get them delivered across the East End. If you want the low-down on toppings, expect things like nutella, dulce de leche, oreos, pistachio, plus a rainbow cake for that special someone (you).

west Unico ££££ 37 Pembridge Rd

Unico is one of those pastel-coloured gelato spots where you picture one day meeting the love of your life, or at least a really excellent scoop of biscotto. They’re now delivering their gelato straight to your door from their Notting Hill and Chelsea locations, including flavours like pistachio, salted caramel, cremino, and more. If you’re not into gelato - why? - they’re also delivering whole cakes, waffles, milkshakes, and homemade chocolate and hazelnut sauce.

Kova Patisserie South Kensington ££££ 16 Old Brompton Road

Kova Patisserie is selling a cake bundle called Matcha Party. If you’re asking yourself what a party is, don’t worry, we can’t remember either. Anyway, this Japanese patisserie in South Kensington is now dropping off tea and cake bundles that involve vanilla mille crepes, matcha tarts, strawberry shortcake, and their signature bubble teas. If you’re feeling wild there’s also a surprise cake bundle for £24 where they’ll pick your flavours for you.

Amorino ££££ 67a King's Rd

Yeah, fuck you rice cracker and the yoga-pumped dreams you sailed in on. We’re going back to old faithful, ice cream. More specifically, the 1100ml tub of gelato delivered from Amorino Chelsea. They’re also doing waffles, crepes, macarons, and something very sexy called Tête a Tête that involves two flavours of gelato and a whole bunch of macarons to add on top. Lovely.

Oddono's ££££ 14 Bute St.

This gelato chain has some of the creamiest ice cream around. And it also has spots dotted around west London. Their South Kensington and Chiswick stores are both open. And as well as delivering kilo and 500ml tubs, you can even order small tubs for one to your door.

Badiani 1932 Notting Hill ££££ 42 Notting Hill Gate

Get ready freezer, you’re about to meet the produce of one of Florence’s oldest gelaterias. Delivering in and around Notting Hill, you can order Badiani Gelato’s cones, wafflers, and tubs of gelato to enjoy now, but freeze for later too. Their pinguino ice cream bars are also a winner.

Dominique Ansel Bakery £ £ £ £ Cafe/Bakery  in  Victoria ££££ 17-21 Elizabeth St 7.8 /10

Dominique Ansel is sort of The Godfather of baked goods. Think, Marlon Brando, but with a piping bag and exceptional pastries. The inventor of the cronut, you can expect OTT treats, as well as simple classics like pain au chocolat and cookies. If you live nearby their Belgravia bakery, hit them up here.

Kova Patisserie ££££ 9-12 St Anne's Court

Kova Patisserie is selling a cake bundle called Matcha Party. If you’re asking yourself what a party is, don’t worry, we can’t remember either. Anyway, this Japanese patisserie in Soho are now dropping off tea and cake bundles that involve vanilla mille crepes, matcha tarts, strawberry shortcake, and their signature bubble teas. If you’re feeling wild there’s also a surprise cake bundle for £24 where they’ll pick your flavours for you.

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