all i wanted was muffins

Blueberry Muffins || Peter Parker x Reader [[request]]

[[request prompt: Please write about a Reader that bakes to calm down, but lately she’s super stressed and bakes a lot and every time she gives Peter some of her muffins. He eventually notices her stress and comforts her. With a lot of Fluff please :D]]

time to work on more requests~ also my ask box is closed for requests since I have so many I have to catch up on ;w;

tags: {anonymous}

warnings: none

{{request status: closed}}

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For some odd reason, there was a strong scent of blueberry muffins detected in the air that spread throughout the hallways of Peter’s apartment complex.

This wasn’t to say that Peter was complaining or anything, since the scent was positively delicious to him, he just wasn’t sure how and why the smell of blueberry muffins baking started filling the air.

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anonymous asked:

what was the cake scene about??

well, it was basically phil feeding dan muffins on a blanket and ‘lovingly’ brushing away crumbles from his mouth

Genuinely teared up when hearing lovely girlfriend’s voice on the phone a couple of minutes ago, because I haven’t seen her since Saturday and everyone today has been treating me like an object whose only purpose is serving them. My brain is completely ridiculous because that’s really no time at all and I’m seeing her Wednesday, but I really was already beginning to forget that I’m a person who other people could feel fondness and love towards.


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Daichi wakes to find an empty bed a few hours past midnight, the blankets disheveled and bedroom door open.  Of course, he thinks as he makes his way to the kitchen, finding Suga standing in the glow of the refrigerator door with a hand on his hip.  It’s not unusual for Suga to be up so late (not unusual for him to never want to wake up before noon, either), so Daichi simply laughs and leans against the doorframe, watching.


Suga looks up at the sound of his voice, hand pressed to his chest.  “You scared me.” He pauses.  “But, yes, quite.”

“Perfect,” Daichi replies and reaches on top of the fridge for a tin that he’d hidden there that morning (knowing that, if Suga discovered any of the muffins Daichi’d made, they wouldn’t be there by now), and handing it over to his delightfully surprised boyfriend.

It takes two minutes for Suga to devour three.  Daichi can do nothing but watch.

“Mm,” Suga groans, and speaks over a mouthful of muffin.  “God, Daichi, how do you even make these things?  Y’know, screw wedding cakes.  When I get married, all I want to have is a thousand of these muffins.”

He looks so content then, hair sticking up at odd angles and crumbs sticking to his cheeks as he throws Daichi a tender smile, and all Daichi can think is—

“Marry me, then.”

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