Can I request Dark x reader where the reader is maybe making some kinda sweet like cupcakes or cookies or something and when they finish they bring a few to Dark and they're a little tense about it but also excited to see his reaction?
hello! hope you enjoy this! i enjoyed writing this was a lot of fun to write, hope you are all good
You had been baking all day, and it had been a lot of fun. You had seen a cool looking recipe on the internet for red velvet cake, you just had to try them. they looked too nice not to try, plus you believe it was a certain somenes favourite cake.
it wasn't too complicated either!
Currently, you were in the kitchen, trying to clean up the mess with the flour you had made on the marble countertops, you untied your apron, that you had borrowed from google, you put it on the kitchen island. You then moved over to the sink and started to soak the mixing bowl and utensils. when they were good and soaking, you got another bowl and got the butter cream ready.
after that, you kneeled down in front of the oven and opened the door, you wanted to test the cake, it had been in for about 30 minutes, you got a knife, and stabbed the cake, the texture seemed good and it came out clear, you smiled and grabbed a tea towel and moved it onto a drying wire tray. you flipped it very carefully, after a small heart attack, one tier came out beautifully! taking out the second tier, less nicely, you flipped it without any serious consequences.
you left it cool, while you scrolled on your phone, after laughing at a few memes, and replying to the manor's group chat, multiple times. Wilford had done something again and google was shouting at him, and Illinois had just come home after a big adventure.
you kept the cake a secret for now. you pocketed your phone and cleaned your hands. you touched the cake to test the temperature. it was cooler and ready for iccing!
you got out a knife and put some icing in the middle, and stuck the slabs of cake together, after some positioning it stayed. you lathered the rest of the cake in icing, sneaking some taste test every so often of the icing, you couldn't help yourself!
and there, your master piece was finished! you were quite proud, and just in time too, because both Yancy and Illinois poked their heads around the corner.
"what's cooking- good looking?" Illinois southern voice sounded out, as you laughed at the over-used line. he looked like had just gotten out of the shower, you didn't blame him at all. his hair was still wet. but his hat was still on.
"cake! red velvet to be specific" you showcased the cake behind you, and let them look at your creation. illinois let out a quit whitle while yancy patted you on the back
"how'd you know that is my my fave?" he joked
"you guys want a piece?" they both nodded quite vigerously you smiled back, when you got a knife from the drying rack. you cut them both a slice and yourself, and dark a piece. it was a secret, but you knew that red velvet was his favourite. you didnt know how you knew that, you just did.
"they are ready when you are" you smiled and you picked up the two pieces of cake.
"hey wait, are youse not eating with us?" yancy questioned, standing infront of you, you shook your head and gestured to the cakes "i promised i'd deliever these when they were done"
yancy shrugged and smiled when he turned around to accompony illinois witht he cake.
you felt kinda bad for not eating with them, but you had been looking forward to giving dark a piece of cake you made since you had the idea. you walked through the hallways and up the stairs trying to steer clear of Wilford because he would steal thecakes you were holding. he was a sweet theif. when you got up the last flight of stairs, the excitement bubbling in your chest was slowly turning into something else.
what if he didnt like it? what if he was busy or in bad mood. you shook your head clear of those thoughts and breathed out shakily. it should be fine. hopefully he isnt busy.
you got slightly more worried and tried to compose yourself till you were outside the tall wooden door. you breathed out and realised you couldnt knock on the door. because your hands were full of cake, so you balenced it on your other arm, and knocked on the door. you heared a noise of approval so you walked in and closed the door behind you.
it was always cold and dark in his room. like him, he had books and books lining his shelves and his desk was in the middle, he had a sofa at the other end of the room. the desk was of oak wood, with his laptiop and papers around it. there was a plush seat infront of the desk, he was in a tall woodeden chair, alot like a throne.
you walked slowly up to the desk, his head was down and he was typing something, he heared movement, and closed the laptop. his shell was craking and screaming, red was ovepowering any time of blue that you could see. he looked up and saw you, on the other side of the desk.
"i thought, maybe you would like some cake?" you slightly smiled and out stretched the cake. he looked between you and the cake. then back at you. he looked confused. has no one offered him cake before? he nodded, and took it.
you took a seat, and tooka bite of yours, you tried to look at him eat his, but you didnt want to seem creepy, but you couldnt help it. you both ate in silence. but not an awkaward silence, a cpmfortabel silence. it was nice and slow and comfy. you loved it. and he did too.
you both finished and he collected the plates. "uh, thank you for the cake, y/n. it was...really good" just how you used to make it, he wanted to say, but he refrained from doing so. he smiled at you. you also notice that his shell wasn't as bad any more. he seemed more relaxed. more blue was peaking out, you smiled and was inwardly glad tyour cake had de stressing powers.
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