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flour fight
baker!peeta mellark x baker!reader
summary : when peeta spills a bag of flour, he decides to make the best out of the accident, with his beloved wife, of course
contains : pure fluff, this is the cutest thing i’ve ever written.
a/n : peeta and i are actually getting married!! wedding invites will be sent shortly (im joking) (maybe)
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Owning a bakery with my husband, Peeta wasn’t always easy. Often times, we both got upset over sales and were afraid we wouldn’t have enough money for food. But we always managed our money wisely, and my lover always managed to make me smile.
Peeta entered the bakery’s kitchen, carrying the biggest bag of flour I’d ever seen. Either he had an excellent poker face, or the heavy load didn’t burden his body one bit. It’d expect the latter, since Peeta was extremely strong, and had been lifting heavy bags like this for years.
If our cat, Rye, hadn’t ran in front of his feet at that exact moment, Peeta wouldn’t have tripped. If Peeta wouldn’t have tripped, he wouldn’t have tumbled to the floor, the bag with him. If he hadn’t have fallen with the bag of flour, the two of us wouldn’t have been covered in the white powder, head to toe.
But if Peeta was a different man, he would’ve been livid. He would’ve thrown an absolute tantrum and somehow blamed the incident on me. This would’ve turned into a huge fight.
But instead, he simply looked himself up and down, then myself, reached down to pick up a handful of flour, and tossed it directly at me. The smile on his face was cheeky, as if he was challenging me.
I accepted it.
Flour flew out the room like comets through the night sky. I nailed him in the face a couple of times, and I swear I’d never had so much flour in my mouth before. Giggled filled the room.
This went on until the two of us ended up in a heap on the floor, cackling and rolling around in flour.
Peeta grabbed another handful, smothering it on my face. I gasped, realizing how ridiculous I must look.
“Peeta! This is such a waste of ingredients!” I reasoned, starting to get off the floor. He pulled me back down into his lap.
“I don’t think so. You can’t put a price on memories, and this is definitely in my top five now.” I couldn’t help but chuckle.
He wasn’t wrong, this had been extremely fun and hilarious, but we needed to clean this up. The worst part was he wouldn’t stop staring at my flour-smothered face.
“Peeta stop!” I giggled, covering my face with my dirty hands, “I look awful.”
He shook his head, removing my hands. “I think you look gorgeous. Now come on, cupcake, we gotta clean this up.”
God, I love this man.
#fanfiction#fluff#josh hutcherson#peeta mellark#bakery au#i need josh hutcherson#peeta mellark fluff#the hunger games#hunger games#josh hutcherson is a baddie#peeta mellark is my husband#baker!#bakery#baker!peeta#praise
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Claire. You have aged.
~~also I'm trans now hi. Athena. puppy the coded. it's baker now.~~
omg hi!!! baker. i approve. I am a legal adult now!
how’ve you been?
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"what does a TARDIS malfunction sound like?"
"idk just dump the entire goofy sound effects library in the span of 10 seconds. That should do it"
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✦ Bread ✦
#he's helping#own art#own characters#CanisAlbus#art#artists on tumblr#Machete#anthro#sighthound#dogs#canine#animals#bread and soup kinda lad#I'm not sure if it was the case in all monasteries but usually monks baked their own bread I believe#also huge fan of the big strong baker with nerves of steel archetype#and another one of those “I've never drawn this pose before” moments
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#palestine#free gaza#free palestine#israel#gaza#important#gaza strip#current events#israel terrorism#stop israel#save the children#children of gaza#farah baker#justice for palestinians#justice for palestine#justice for palistinians
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The best thing about old doctor whos is they are all just random uncles that the press drags out of retirement so they can give iconic takes like this
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Jennifer Tilly playing poker
#jennifer tilly#poker#bound#chucky#bride of chucky#seed of chucky#cult of chucky#tiffany valentine#monsters inc#stuart little#the fabulous baker boys#liar liar#music from another room#the haunted mansion#cinema#00s#2000s#y2k#horror
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Sometimes being an artist is feeling like a baker seeing a chemist making the deadliest liquid in the world and wishing you could make the deadliest liquid as well but you're a baker, not a chemist, and then you feel like your bread is worthless
#my stupid thoughts#this doesn't make any sense and that's the whole point#sometimes you see cool art and you love it and wish you could do something as cools as that#but it's simply *not* your style at all#and you end up thinking what you make is bad though it's not#it's literally just different#anyway that's me I'm the baker
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Radioapple slow dancing brainrot hours *airhorn*
#I don’t see why luci can’t be a dance partner 👀#this art pairs best with ur fav slow dance song#I like thinking they’re dancing to ‘alone together’ by Chet baker#radioapple#appleradio#piano man and tiny dancer#hazbin hotel#alastor#hazbin hotel fanart#my doods
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Rainbow flag colorpicked from the original 1978 flag <3
THIS POST ISN’T SAFE FOR TERFS. EAT SHIT AND DIE ❣️
#shut up reese#my flags#flags#gilbert baker#rainbow flag#lgbt flag#gay flag#gilbert baker pride flag#pride flags#vexillology
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baker!wrio stuffs from my twitter that I forgot to post here
#wriothesley#sigewinne#genshin impact#yes its based on the bakery jokes and he's now a literal baker#neuvillette cameo
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tw: rape/non-con, somnophillia. 18+ 🍪🍰
pervy-baker-könig who makes a fresh batch of cookies for the neighbour moved in next door.
of course, he can't just be normal - instead, he pours thick globs of his hot cum into the batter, mixing it together with his hung, weeping cock hanging from his black, tight boxers, hidden behind his apron.
he stalks you and watches your every move from his kitchen window. his breathing quickens at the sight of your pretty body, milky cum running down his veiny shaft as he jerks himself off, peaking out of the curtains to watch you bend over, picking up your moving boxes.
the curve of your ass, and the way the wind blows your summer dress up occasionally. july's heat causes you to become sweaty, whilst könig's shirt sticks to his muscular, burly body, stroking himself with his head thrown back, gritting his teeth and panting heavily at the sight of you.
and fuck, it breaks him to see you so sweet and gentle. your sweet voice rings in his ear as you thank him for the gift, so naïve and unsuspecting of the pervert, taking a bite infront of him and complimenting him on the unique touch of saltiness - how it's the best cookie you've ever had...
of course, he assumes you want more of his delicious, special desserts !! perhaps, he'll lean over your face whilst you're asleep at night, sneaking into your house next door, his fat tip against your lip, droplets of milky cum dripping from the head of his shaft, leaking against your tongue whilst you sleep peacefully.
#orla speaks#konig smut#könig smut#könig x reader#könig x you#konig x you#konig x reader#konig x reader smut#könig headcanons#baker könig#perv könig#tw: non con#dead dove do not eat#tw: somnophillia
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i dont normally post my animations here but this one was about ethan sooo...
#ethan winters#resident evil#resident evil fanart#rebhfun#resident evil village#resident evil 8#re8#resident evil 7#karl heisenberg#rose winters#rosemary winters#mia winters#mother miranda#alcina dimitrescu#daniela dimitrescu#salvatore moreau#chris redfield#literally almost every character 😭#jack baker#lucas baker#marguerite baker
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BOYGENIUS at the Hollywood Bowl | Oct. 31, 2023 (x)
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THE DAY OF THE DOCTOR (2013)
THE GIGGLE (2023)
Or perhaps it doesn't matter either way.
#dw spoilers#doctor who#dwedit#dwgifs#timelordgifs#david tennant#ncuti gatwa#tom baker#fourteenth doctor#fifteenth doctor#the curator#the giggle#vindicia#thelvadams.gifs#14 lives happily ever after and retires as the curator#you can't tell me it doesn't work it's perfect
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Eddie's a mechanic, has a shop in Indy. It's only got two bays, but he owns it, he saved up the money, it's his. He runs it with Wayne, is building up a customer base. He loves it.
Within the year, a bakery opens up next door, separated from Eddie's shop by a narrow alley. He has a perfect view into the bakery's kitchen from the shop's office, and almost immediately catches a glimpse of the drop-dead gorgeous guy behind the mixing bowl. He's got sun-golden skin, swoopy brown hair, wide puppy dog eyes, the poutiest mouth, and a face dotted with freckles. Eddie gapes at him for a solid two-minutes, salivating over the bunch and pull of his muscles as he kneads a ball of dough. A wet dream come true.
Eddie's always sneaking glances at the shop next door, can't seem to keep his gaze off the most beautiful man he's ever seen. Over the next few months, he becomes familiar with this herd of kids that hang around the bakery at all hours. There's one, curly-haired and mouthy, who often makes the baker frown with his hands on his hips, but as soon as the boy walks away, the baker smiles all wide and fond.
It's a silly crush, no big deal. He has a weakness for brown-eyed pretty boys, so what? It's not like he's going to do anything crazy, like make a move.
It's past midnight, a few months after the bakery opens, and Eddie's in his little office, doing the monthly accounting. He's exhausted, tired of calculators and numbers, when a flash of light catches at the corner of his eye. He blinks a few times, sure it's the exhaustion setting in, but it doesn't go away.
Instead, there's a light on over at the bakery. It's a kitchen light, and the baker is standing at the stainless steel counter, looking unlike Eddie's ever seen. His hair is a soft wave, swooping onto his forehead. He wears grey sweatpants and a yellow sweatshirt. Tonight, his movements are less precise and practiced; he's slow and contemplative as he gathers ingredients and mixing bowls.
It's been long enough Eddie should look away, but he forgets that it isn't a dream, that he's actually watching the baker roll up his sleeves as he whisks. It's inevitable that, eventually, the baker catches Eddie staring. He just smiles, though, and waves. Eddie manages to return the greeting before awareness smacks him in the face, and he flees the office and the building in acute embarrassment.
They share waves after that. Smiles. Laughter once when Eddie's reading over an invoice and walking, smacks face-first into the doorframe. Eye rolls after the baker gets into an impassioned argument with the curly-haired boy, one that involves a copious amount of thrown flour.
They exchange waves and smiles and goofy expressions, and it shouldn't escalate further, but one day Eddie steps into the shop's waiting room to find the curly-haired boy sitting behind the reception desk, flipping through Eddie's new dnd guide.
"What." Eddie says.
"You," says the boy. He's pointing and glaring and Eddie is a little scared.
"Me?"
"You like dnd?"
He hopes his sigh of relief isn't audible. "Best DM this town has ever seen." He postures and smirks.
"Doubt it," the boy says.
Eddie lets out an offended squeak, dramatically smashes his hand over his heart. "Insulted! Maligned! In my own place of business! Oh!" He falls into a dramatic swoon.
The boy snickers. "I'm Dustin," he says.
"Eddie." They shake hands and Eddie does not laugh at how overly serious this is all is. "Sir Dustin, what brings you to my fine establishment?"
Dustin shrugs. "Steve."
"Steve?"
Dustin rolls his eyes. "The bakery."
"Oh," Eddie says. Steve. The baker is Steve.
He's having a little trouble breathing, sure he's done something wrong, a distinct feeling of doom settling on his shoulders. "Why?"
"He won't stop talking about the mechanic next door but refuses to introduce himself. Plus, I saw your D20 tattoo the other day."
Eddie's barely hearing him, reeling over the knowledge that Steve talks about him to his gaggle of children. He barely hears the rest of the conversation, but the next day Dustin shows up with the rest of the kids, Lucas, Mike, Max, El, Erica, Will.
They're loud, chaotic, wild, and somehow--before they leave--they've coerced him into running a one-shot for them. They come by in twos and threes for the rest of the week, eating all the snacks in the waiting room mini-fridge and talking at him and Wayne as they work.
It's Friday, it's sweltering, he's closing the shop for the night with the top of his coveralls hanging off hips, his sweat soaked undershirt tossed behind a tool chest. He steps into the waiting area and nearly jumps out of his skin to find a man there, holding a plastic container.
Steve.
"H--hi," he stutters. And fuck, he's shirtless. He's standing in front of Steve for the first time and his nipples are out. This is it, the moment he finally dies of embarrassment.
Steve's eyes are locked on Eddie's torso for a few seconds too long, cheeks flushing. He blinks, finally looking at Eddie's face. "I'm Steve. From the--the bakery next door?" He points. "I--uh--I wanted to stop by and apologize?"
"What?" Eddie asks. There's too much happening for him to keep up.
"Um, the kids?"
And Eddie can't fathom why he needs to apologize, can only stare at Steve in confused disbelief.
"It's just. They can be kind of a handful. I used to babysit Mike and the whole group of them started following me around, and--Anyway, I think Dustin took it upon himself to try to introduce us. I've been wondering where they keep disappearing off to, and Max told me today that they're here with you, and I thought I probably owed you an apology. You're trying to work and I know they can be a bunch of shitheads, and oh my god, I'm rambling, I really am turning into Robin, Jesus Christ."
Eddie is fucked. Oh he's so fucked. He's charmed, endeared, can't stop smiling at Steve who is somehow even more beautiful up close.
"I forgive you," Eddie says. "They're nice kids."
Steve lets out a hard breath. "They are, huh?" He smiles. "Don't let them hear you say that. You'll never get a moment's peace. And they shouldn't have been over here bothering you, anyway."
"It wasn't a bother. Though, they did eat all my snacks and swindle me into running a one-shot for them. Still not sure how that happened."
Steve laughs and his eyes crinkle at the corner. So fucked. So fucked. "I should've known that you play that game of theirs."
"Aw, not a dnd fan, Stevie?"
Steve blushes. "It's--there's a lot of math."
Eddie laughs, already knows he's never getting over this one. "You bake professionally."
"It's different?" Steve laughs. "Fine, fine! You got me, it's not my thing."
"Bet I could change your mind," Eddie says. He doesn't mean to be flirting, can't stop himself.
"I bet you could," Steve agrees. He moves his hand, like maybe he's going to run it through his swoop of hair, then seems to remember he's holding baked goods. "Oh, uh, please take these cupcakes as my apology for accidentally saddling you with my group of semi-feral children."
"You're already forgiven, but I'll never say no to a cupcake."
"You should stop by the shop tomorrow, then" Steve says. "On the house."
"You've already given me these." He wiggles the cupcakes in Steve's pretty face.
"I only save the free samples for the hottest customers." Steve does run a hand through his hair now, and it's dorky as fuck, but Eddie still feels like he's died and this is heaven. "See you tomorrow?"
Eddie can only nod as Steve backs out of the office with a cheeky little wave.
He goes to the bakery the next day, sure he just let his crush get away from him and imagined the entire interaction with Steve. Except, when he walks in, Steve smiles all big and pretty in his little blue apron, invites Eddie back to the kitchen.
And if they share their first kiss against the stainless steel countertops, it's between them, Wayne, and all the kids who spy on them from the shop's office window.
#steddie#steve x eddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#mechanic eddie munson#baker steve harrington#ficlet#fluff#meet cute#mutual pining#matchmaker dustin henderson#longing glances#dustin is sick of hearing steve talk about the hot mechanic next door but never making a move#dustin makes it for him#the party are a bunch of well-meaning menances#for some reason insomnia is an intrinsic part of steve's character even in an au
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