sweet taste of that angelic dessert

Dessert Connoisseurs

                                             SUGAR PT.1

Bucky Barnes X Reader

A/N: This is the first installment of my AU series yeet!

Words: 954

Prompt: Struggling with the pressures of running a bakery in New York City, [Y/N] [Y/L/N] is your average, flour-covered baker. Bucky Barnes is your no nonsense, sugar-hating guy. What happens when the two get closer than Fate intends for them to?

Warnings: swearing, serious cat names??, shitty writing

A huge shoutout to @redgillan for being an actual angel and beta-ing this for me. 


In short, Bucky Barnes doesn’t like sweets. He despises the carbohydrate with every ounce of being. Sure, give him a bowl of spaghetti, he’ll scarf it down with inhuman speed and ask for more (with extra Parmesan cheese) but when it comes to sweets, he has a divergence to them.

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Haikyuu ships: baking
  • Daisuga: Daichi watches dazzled as Suga unwinds his super powers, throwing ingredients in a bowl like he's creating a masterpiece (which is partly true) and he tries to find excuses to snake his arms around his boyfriend, leaning in for a peck on the cheek every now and then, making his angel flush furiusly
  • Kagehina: they basically argue over how to correctly execute the recipe for muffins, preffering to switch it up to a makeout session to get their minds off of their incompetence in anything besides volleyball (and kissing)
  • Tsukkiyama: ok so Tsukishima only knows how to perfectly make a strawberry short cake, impressing Tadashi on their first date. Ever since that he has refused to try making any other dessert, so he can always play hero with Yamaguchi, who never ceases to overreact when tasting the handmade sweet by his Tsukki, going all "ooh" and "ahh", earning a rare smile on the face of his boyfriend
Love Lasts, part 2

For the request for a sequel to Love Lasts



When dinner was over, Gabriel snapped his fingers and the table was cleared. You knew that with that snap he’d not only put the remaining food into plastic containers, but he’d also washed the dishes. While you often told him that you didn’t mind doing things like that, he always did everything with his angelic abilities.

“I don’t want you to wear yourself out,” he told you time and again.

“Doing the dishes won’t tire me out.”

“But I want all your excess energy to be saved for me,” he said with a tiny smirk.

“Don’t forget dessert, Gabriel,” you reminded him.

“Of course,” he responded. He snapped again and the table was spread with cakes, cookies, ice cream, puddings, and…

“Gabriel tells me you like pie, Dean,” you said, smiling at the hunter. “I hope my recipe holds up to your high standards.”

“Y/N, if it tastes half as good as the rest of the meal, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“Y/N does make a mean pie,” Gabriel said, leaning forward and passing out plates. He began to weigh his down with a bit of everything. “Actually, any sort of dessert you could imagine, she does above and beyond.”

“High praise, coming from the angel with the world’s biggest sweet tooth,” you said with a small laugh. You carefully placed two cookies on your plate, and a small lemon bar.

“You know you’re the sweetest thing in my life, right?” Gabriel leaned over and kissed your cheek.

“Gabriel, not in front of guests,” you chided him, a small smile on your face. You looked across the table, ready to apologize for Gabriel. But you saw both of the Winchesters smiling at the two of you.


“Did you have fun tonight, sweetheart?” Gabriel asked as the two of you climbed into bed.

“I did. Thank you for bringing the Winchesters here.” You snuggled up to Gabriel, feeling the warmth radiating off of him. “Those two… they’re such nice boys.”

Gabriel chuckled. “You’ve just never been on the opposite end of their rifle. Or knife. Or ring of holy fire.”

You shrugged. “They live a hard life. They just need someone to show them a little compassion every once and a while.”

“Are you saying you want to make this a regular occurrence?”

“They could certainly use a good home-cooked meal more than once a decade.” You looked up at Gabriel. “Would you mind bringing them over again sometime?”

“Anything you want, sugar.”


And so, even though it took a little convincing, Gabriel managed to get the Winchesters to agree to come over at least once a month for dinner. You soon learned their favorite foods and made sure to make them.

Within a few months, you began planning a very special meal. You’d begun to think of the Winchesters as your friends and you desperately wanted them to be there for your… surprise.

And so the Winchesters appeared with Gabriel, just as you were taking the chicken out of the oven. “Hi, boys!”

“Hey, Y/N,” they said in unison. You bustled out and met them with open arms. The first time you’d hugged the boys, you’d felt them stiffen in your arms. But they soon relaxed enough around you and began to return the hugs.

You turned to Gabriel, who was standing behind the Winchesters.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Of course. Why do you ask?”

“You look… tired.”

You gave him a smile. “I’m fine, Gabe. I promise.” You gave him a quick peck on the lips before turning back to the dinner. “Food’s almost ready, boys. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable.”

Gabriel ushered the Winchesters to the dining table before returning to the kitchen. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, Gabriel.”

“I just… don’t want you to exhaust yourself.”

“I’m not.”

Gabriel looked you up and down. He took a step closer, wrapping his arms around you. His lips landed on yours, giving you that same old rush you felt every time he kissed you.

“I love you,” he whispered when he pulled back.

“I love you, too,” you said, smiling up at him. “Now, can you get the food to the table?”

“As you wish,” Gabriel said, snapping his fingers.

The two of you then joined the Winchesters at the table and began to eat the spread of food before you. You ate a little, but your secret was burning inside you, churning your stomach.

When the forks were laid aside, Gabriel cleared the table. “Dessert, boys?”

“Just a minute, Gabe.” You stood, feeling all eyes on you. You headed into the kitchen and took the cake out of its hiding spot in the pantry. You took a deep breath before heading back into the dining room.

“I… made something special for tonight,” you said, setting the cake down in front of Gabriel.

He studied the icing on the cake, reading the message you’d written. Then he turned his eyes to you.

“Are you serious?” he asked quietly.

You smiled and nodded slightly.

Gabriel sprang up from the table, wrapping his arms around you.

You heard the Winchesters stand and move over to Gabriel’s spot, no doubt to examine the cake. You peered over Gabriel’s shoulder and watched as the brothers read the words ‘I’m Pregnant’ on the top of the cake.

“Holy crap,” Dean said.

“Congratulations, you two,” Sam said.

Gabriel pulled back slightly, staring down at you. “I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I love you, too,” you said.

“You two are going to be great parents,” Sam said.

“And to think, it only took them four thousand years to get pregnant!” Dean replied.

moonlitalien  asked:

For an OC fact: Dusk loves traditional cuisine from his culture, it reminds him of when he was a child - all three of his mothers were veeery good cooks! And he has a sweet tooth. He loves chocolate. >_> And chocolate-based desserts in general.

Tell me a fact about your OC(s) and I’ll respond with a fact about mine!

Aww, that’s awesome! It’s cool to see even a cold-blooded assassin like Dusk has stuff that makes him super happy like that :D

Cerate’s got a similar taste; though most of the food the Angels get is meat of some kind, Cer’s favorite food was always fresh fruit. He likes basically anything, but his absolute favorite’s always been jogan fruits—Problem is, though, he gets sick if he has too many. Zabraks are biologically carnivorous, after all, so they don’t agree with him as much as he’d like them to. Hes and the gang learned this after Russ baked him a jogan fruit cake for his (estimated) 11th birthday, after which Cer spent the next two days vomiting uncontrollably. Nevertheless, they’re still his favorite, and he just tries his best to enjoy them in moderation.


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