1 box chocolate cake mix
1 cup water
⅓ cup oil
2 cups heavy cream
16 ounces dark chocolate
Cocoa powder, to serve
1. Preheat the oven to 350˚F(175˚C).
2. In a large mixing bowl combine the cake mix with the water, oil, and eggs, and stir until well combined.
3. Transfer the mixture to a well greased bundt pan and bake for 35-45 minutes, or until a toothpick comes out clean.
4. Heat the heavy cream in a small saucepan until just boiling.
5. Transfer to a medium mixing bowl with the dark chocolate and mix until well combined.
6. Invert the bundt cake onto a serving dish.
7. Pour the chocolate ganache in the center hole allowing it to overflow and cover all of the cake.
8. Dust the cake with cocoa powder and allow ganache to rest for 30 minutes.
Over-the-Top Dessert: It seems as though every restaurant in America offers a version of this amazing cake created by master chef Jean-Georges Vongerichten. But his supremely rich and chocolaty original is in a class by itself.
Summary: Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.
Word Count: 1,776
Warnings: Swearing, smut, lots of detailed smut
After that, the rest of the evening seemed to pass by in a blur. Sure, you were concerned about Bucky leaving for his business trip. Your relationship was only just beginning to heal. Who knew what the extended time apart could do. It had the potential to be extremely damaging, but it also might help. Nevertheless, you felt strangely calm.
The conversation flowed easily over dinner, and by desert, you found yourself laughing and smiling again, the nervousness now gone completely. You were still a bit shaky after Bucky’s earlier confession, but that discussion could wait until a more opportune time. Slowly, the Bucky you knew and loved was beginning to come back.
Sam’s announcement was rushed, whispered and scared. It had its intended effect and everyone of the Secret Avengers, plus the Barton kids, abandoned their journey to the main cabin and scattered in a panic. Clint actually got teary eyed, but no one could blame him.
He’d been stupid enough to try one of Darcy’s waffles just three months ago, when she and Jane Foster had finally arrived at the hidden base of operations in the foothills of the Appalachia. She had a star spangled waffle maker, literally. It had been the only thing she had brought with her when Natasha had rushed them out of a science conference before Thaddeus Ross could arrest them for unregistered super science . Apparently it was more important for Darcy to keep making waffles rather than even change her clothing.
(It didn’t matter, because she’d been borrowing big cozy sweatshirts from Steve Rogers and leggings from Wanda. No one was complaining, especially not Steve).
Clint had been the first victim of Darcy’s waffles, but he hadn’t been the last.
Authors note: I am sorry if this isn’t great. I wrote this last night at 4am so I apologise in advance! I hope everyone enjoys Valentine’s Day if I forgot to publicly announce that!. Xx
You pull at the fluffy blanket while lying on the couch, watching one of the traditional daily soap operas as you try to pass time. You hear the front door open and close, the heavy sigh of your husband as he shakes off the coldness sounding. You stay bundled up on the couch, hearing his heavy footsteps along with the rustling of only god knows what. “Hey.” He chimes, bounding around the couch with a large heart-shaped cut out of assorted chocolates in his hand, a teddy bear in the other and a small red bag handing from his wrist, “hi,” you respond with a small smile,
“You’re not happy and excited like you usually are on Valentine’s Day.” He takes notice of your unusual behaviour, “usually you’re knocking me down with kisses as you reach for your gifts.” He grins, admiring how excited you tend to be, always showering him with affection. You give him a shrug and he leans down to kiss your forehead, “I love you,” he whispers, placing the chocolates and other items on the coffee table, “I love you, thank you.” You smile, sitting up and opening your arms for a hug, not wanting to get off the couch. He leans down and delicately rubs your back within your embrace. “Your gift is in my drawer upstairs, please don’t make me get it.” You heave a sigh, loathing the idea of walking up the stairs or even getting off the couch. “Wanna tell me what’s wrong?” He sweetly poses, sitting beside you and adjusting the blanket to keep you warm. Usually you’re eager to see the presents he’s put effort into getting. Every year it’s different and range from dissimilar trinkets. Last year he wrote you a song, the year before he gave into your pleas of flying to Hawaii, the year before that, it was a simple picture of the two of you, framed perfectly to hang in the hallway. You press a small kiss to his cheek before nestling into him at ease, his scent being a comforting smells. “Just not feelin’ the best,” you pout your lips, feeling his arm gently wrap around you, a caring gesture on his behalf,
“Guess I should have chosen the roses, huh?” He chuckles, gesturing towards the chocolates on the table that aren’t going to be eaten by you. “It’s the thought that counts.” You assure him appreciating his efforts. “I’m sorry.” You babble, feeling an overwhelming sense of emotions waving over you, tears beginning to fall from your glossy eyes,
“Hey, hey. It’s okay.” He directly comforts you, “why are you crying?” He questions, doing his best not to laugh at your out bursts.
“It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m miserable and my gift to you sucks, I’m not even wearing cute lingerie.” You whimper, looking down at your attire of sweat pants and a jacket, plain lingerie underneath. Your gift to him is nothing grand and fancy, it isn’t a Rolex watch, a new car, or an extravagant gift that charged thousands to your bank account, instead you got him a new journal so he can write in it and keep it for the unborn child for when he or she gets older. You placed the ultrasound pictures inside it, along with a few other notes to start the journal off, wanting to have a little piece in the creativity Harry comes up with. You figured it could be a sentimental thing for him since he enjoys writing things down and scribbling lyrics everywhere. “Aw, sweetheart don’t cry. You already gave me the best gift.” He whispers, doing his best to make you feel better and to stop your flow of tears. “You’re having my baby in seven months, I couldn’t ask for anymore. Don’t cry,” he carefully moves you from your position, stopping you from crying into his sweater; Harry gently wipes the tears away, a few sniffles escaping from you.
You pout your lips,
“I didn’t even put on sexy lingerie.” You sniffle, watching as he smiles lovingly, those adoring dimples radiating. He presses a soft kiss to your lips, “do you think you have to wear desirable clothes on Valentine’s Day?” He raises a brow and you nod your head. It’s the tradition you kind of have for him. Every year you pick out a new set of hosiery to wear under your outfit for the evening, and if all goes well the secret of what lays beneath the clothes gets revealed to him. It’s a customary practice you quite enjoy, it’s spices up the relationship and keeps a bit of mystery within. It’s like a box of chocolates, he never knows what he’s going to get, he might get the lascivious immodest lingerie he’d seen advertised, or he might have the pleasure of seeing the latest black lingerie he cheekily hinted at you while browsing online with you.
With a heavy sigh he shakes his head, “you don’t have to wear lustful clothes, you look lovely in what you’re wearing. I’m cancelling the dinner, we are staying in, eating on the couch and wearing our pyjamas.” He informs you, placing a kiss to your forehead,
“Why? You love our tradition of dinning at the restaurant in our corner.” You inquire, knowing that he absolutely adores ordering the same meal at dinner, without a doubt always ordering the chefs best steak, and for dessert he orders a molten chocolate cake because he knows it’s your favourite. Like you have your tradition, he has his. “You’re not feeling all too great, so we are going to have a night in, baby and mum have to be comfy.” He winks charmingly and you move to rest in his lap, his hand instantly moving to play with your soft hair, his other hand pressing ever so lightly to your growing tummy. “Is there anything you’d like that’ll make you feel better, tea? Crackers? I don’t know, anything?” He kindly offers as he loving looks down at you,
“We have no more tea, I’m fine just lying here.” You shake your head, feeling his hand rubbing small circles on your not yet formed tummy. “When does it get hard?” He randomly questions, seeming to be amused with how your body is going to be changing a lot within the next few weeks. “I think sixteen weeks is when it usually starts.” You yawn, getting comfortable on his lap,
“Here, lift your head.” He instructs, kind-heartedly placing one of the soft pillows in his lap for you to rest your head on. He pulls the blanket over you and gives you a soft smile as you look up at him, “I love you,” you breathe out, feeling his affection and warmth,
“I love you, too.” He admits for the hundredth time, his fingers tangling with in your hair soothingly, leisurely putting you to sleep.
Jin: oh my GOSH! Jin is gonna be so lovey-dovey. He’s gonna be making you pancakes in the shape of lovehearts with red berries for breakfast (with champagne, ofc). The entire day will be planned out to perfection. You’ll stay within arms reach of each other all day. You’ll go out for a light lunch, he’ll take you for a stroll in the city, showing you off then take you back to the most expensive restaurant for a candle lit dinner. He’ll finish it off by taking you back home to make love to you.
Suga: everyone knows Min Yoongi doesn’t do romance. He’s just too tired, too cool and simply too. Awkward. The day would start like any other, you waking him up, him grumbling about the time. But this is where things get a little different. He follows you into the shower, coming behind you to pull your pyjama shirt off. This, of course, leads to the most mind blowing shower sex you’d ever had with him. The rest of the day would be spent in sweats, binge watching movies. You’d order a Pizza Hut takeaway, because you’d prefer staying at home and eating unhealthy than going out anyway.
J-Hope this fluffy love bug is going to be all over you all day. But he’s gonna do Valentine’s Day his way. Cheesy jokes while you make a small breakfast for you both, then he’d take you shopping to spoil you rotten. He would insist you could spend as much as you want (which you would to an extent, but still not waste a large amount). He’d flush red while you’d go into Victoria’s Secret. After the shopping, he’d take you out for a rather expensive mid afternoon lunch and once you got home, you’d change into the lingerie you’d bought earlier in the day. However, Hobi would have other ideas, keeping you sat on the bed while he slowly strips himself, all for your pleasure. That night would be spent well awake.
Rap Monster: this kinky motherfucker has one word to describe Valentine’s Day- sex. Lots and lots of sex. He’d wake you up with his fingers trailing along your body, voice deep and husky. The second your eyes met his, his lips would be on yours and that would be that. Morning sex, done. His next task would be breakfast, which of course would go brutally wrong and you ending up making some Nutella on toast. The next portion of the day would be spent eating that humongous box of chocolates he’d bought you, by feeding each other. Beverages would be strictly alcoholic. His love for pet names would be high, names such as “baby” “darling” and “love” substituting your actual name. But once the sun set, daddy Namjoon would come out to play, and you’d be left breathless until the early hours of the morning, sore and satisfied.
Jimin: unfortunately for him, Jimin just isn’t good in the romance section of relationships. Weeks before the big day, he’d be googling what to do, how to do it and whatnot. When the day arrived, he’d be so nervous. He’d slip up at least 5 times trying to make the breakfast, which he’d end up scrapping for something a bit more simple. You’d notice his mood change and try to calm him down with sweet kisses which would only send him deeper into the pit of awkwardness and nervousness. Luckily, for both of you, he’d made reservations for a cute little restaurant, and he’d ensure you were dressed up in your finest clothes and jewellery. Dinner would go successfully, but the drive back would be excruciating. Jimin had read that sex was pretty much necessary on Valentine’s Day for couples, and when he asked Namjoon, he had confirmed this. He was starting to think he asked the wrong hyung. This would be your first times together… in the end, you told Jimin you didn’t have to have sex, and instead spent the night cuddled up on the sofa… which eventually lead to you having sex with each other for the first time.
V: from the second you walk into his apartment, Tae is going to be all over you. He’ll be a love struck mess and unable to keep himself away from you. He’d surprise you with red velvet love heart shaped cookies and a bouquet of your favourite flowers. The amount of kisses that would be showered on you would leave you covered in slobber. He really was a puppy. Tae is still pretty young at heart, so he’d probably take you out to the most trendy places in town, which would be a small cafe, a video game centre and possibly karaoke, before brining you home when it was dark. You were most definitely surprised. A rose petal trail lead to the kitchen which was lit with candles, a beautiful dinner set out on the table (this was all Jin’s and Jimin’s doing obviously). The food was delicious, but nothing compared to that chocolate molten lava cake. And even that didn’t compare to your second pudding, which was served hot and ready in the bedroom.
Jungkook: Valentine’s Day would be the most nerve wrecking day for our Jungkookie. Only because this was the day he was going to actually confess. He’d gone through all of his hyungs asking for advice and only Jimin had given proper advice. Jin had told him to just feed you, Yoongi told him to man up, Hoseok told him to dance, Namjoon sent him a link to a sex toy shop, and Tae just teased the living daylight out of him. But here he was, sitting in his living room, movie tickets in hand with Jimin rubbing his shoulders. Jimin’s adobe had been a sweet not-date-but-a-date before bribing you home to confess. It was good. He could do it. The door knocking sent him into a wild panic (Jungkookie is very bad with girls, we know this). The day, however would go really smoothly. The movie was a super hero movie, so it was definitely suitable. Then, he’d taken you for burgers and fries which were just amazing. And your last destination was back to his house. Once you were sat together on the sofa, he turned to you, gulping before blurting out his feelings. You easily confessed back, before sealing the deal with a sweet, chaste kiss to his lips. That was the day you made Jungkook a very happy boy.