#baker!johnny

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Baker!Johnny slaving away in the kitchen to create the pastry that will magically make you fall in love with him.

After all the way to someones heart is through the stomach. So far you only get heart eyes for his pastries tho and not him.

Maybe if he was born a pastry his life would be easier.

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Baker!Johnny x gn!reader Part 1 Part of the AU with Butcher!Simon and Bartender!Kyle Reader is taller than Johnny in this. Watch Johnny be down bad for you. Still haven't gotten better at spelling. And used a translator for Johnny’s accent. Regular english isn't even my first language so sorry if his accent is horrible. Thank you for reading! COD Masterlist | Part 2

Johnny hands the bag with the cake over to the blushing girl and winks at her. She’s giggling, fluttering her lashes at him, when the soft chime over the door announces a new customer. He looks up and stops dead in his tracks. It’s you. Thank god that the guys don’t know about his traitorous heart stumbling over the next few beats.

Suddenly the bashfulg girl is mostly forgotten and he barely gets out an “until next time, pretty.” because you’re stepping up to the counter grinning at him. You discreetly point your thumb over your shoulder at the girl that’s giggling with her friends while they leave.

“Charmed another one, MacTavish?”, you ask, obnoxiously wriggling your eyebrows at him and Johnny snorts, bracing his arms on the counter because he knows it puts his beefy arms on display.

“What can ah say, bonnie? Customer service is ma top priority.”, he looks up at you through his lashes, dramatically fluttering them and it makes you laugh. Wow, now he’s the one fluttering his lashes. What the hell are you doing to him?

You shake your head in amusement and look at the bread and sweets he has on display, giving him time to study you in peace. As always you look fantastic and Johnny wonders how he can make his move on you today. It’s not like you don’t flirt back. Honestly you always match his energy but you’re clearly joking. He never gets you shy and flustered like the other customers and it eats at him. It’s not fair that you get to him while he has next to no effect on you.

“I’ve come up wi’ a freish cake recipe. Would ye be up tae trying it for me? As mah most trusted customer?”, he asks and immediately your eyes find his. Sweets are your weakness, something he’s incredibly thankful for because it means he gets to see you almost every day. And oh, how you sweeten his day with your beautiful face and delectable body in turn.

“As if I could ever say no to that.”, you say excitedly while he puts a piece on a little plate, rounding the counter to give it to you directly. The smile on your lips is giddy when you take a bite and you close your eyes, moaning in delight at the taste. He can feel his ears getting hot from the sound.

“Whoa! That’s really good. And incredibly sweet.”, you manage to get out after a few bites and Johnny leans his hip against the counter. He’d never thought he’d ever want to be a cake, yet here he was. It’s pure luck that no one but you is at the shop currently and Johnny will be damned if he doesn’t make the most of it.

 “Took inspiration from ma fave customer. Tried tae make something that’s as sweet as ye.”, he says lowly and a little giggle escapes you at that.

“It that right, MacTavish? Trying to lure me in with sweet food and equally as sweet words?”, you ask, putting the plate down and giving him your undivided attention. Johnny nearly licks his lips at that.

He cocks his head to the side, one corner of his mouth lifting in a flirty grin. “A’ is fair in love n’ war, bonnie. If it’s for ye, then ah don’t mind playing dirty.” He pauses for a second. “Ah wouldn’t mind getting dirty.”, he adds on.

He knows his gaze is heavy on you but instead of blushing and ducking your head you step towards him, putting your arm on the counter and leaning on it, so close to him that he can practically feel your body heat. Closer, he wants you closer. It’s not close enough, it won’t ever be close enough with you.

You look down at him and bring a hand up to his cheek, brushing over it almost tenderly and bring it up for him to see the flour you wiped from his cheek with your thumb.

“I believe you already got dirty for me, MacTavish.”, you murmur, inclining your head.

Johnny looks up at you, with you this close the height advantage you have is even more apparent, and catches himself swallowing heavily. Did it get stuffy suddenly? He’s not sure he can breathe right anymore. How do lungs even work?

“Maybe ye shuid check if there’s ony other spots that git dirty.”, he breathlessly answers. Is that how his voice always sounds around you? Shit you’re right up in his space and having you so close makes it hard to think straight, yet you seem totally unfazed.

Suddenly you bring your other arm to the counter as well, on the other side of him, caging him in. Your forearms brushing his sides and he can feel himself suck a deep breath in at the unexpected contact. His own grip tightening on the counter, helping him to stay upright because suddenly his knees feel weak.

“Maybe you should take me back to the kitchen for a thorough inspection.”, you whisper, eyes intense on his, making it hard to keep looking at you. He’s one second from squeaking out a “Yes, please.” when you step back and laugh.

The tension building up between you two is gone so suddenly, it feels like a balloon audibly popped and Johnny swears his ears ring from the whiplash, when you shove one hand in your pocket and casually eye the display again.

“Can I have some of the new cake? It’s really great. I think it’s gonna be a hit.”, you say and smile at him, the flirtiness from a second replaced by your usual friendly but distanced behavior.

Johnny’s hands are still grabbing the counter in a death grip and he’s pretty sure he hears his joints creak when he lets go and flees behind the counter again. He really hopes it looks normal, because it feels like he’s running from you. Your way of flirting should be illegal. Are you even allowed to act like that in public?

“Sweet cake for a sweet body, comin’ right up.”, Johnny finds his voice again and you grin, rocking back on your feet evidently excited for the cake. Never has Johnny been happier over his choice to become a baker than when he gets to watch you be so giddy over the things he creates. How can you go from sultry to adorable so quickly?

“Your stuff is addicting, MacTavish.”, you say all smiles. He’s pretty sure the only thing addictive here is you. You and your way of going toe to toe with him just to leave him high and dry.

“See ya, pretty boy.”, you take your bag and turn, looking over your shoulder and throwing him a wink.

The door closes behind you before he gets a chance to croak out: “See ye tomorrow, bonnie.”

It’s probably good that you’re gone already and can’t hear the hoarseness of his voice. Fuckin’ hell. One of these days you’ll send him into cardiac arrest.

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Baker!Johnny x gn!reader Part 2 I love these two with my entire existence. They make me want to take them and smush their lips together. But they've got some ways to go. Reader is just horribly oblivious and Johnny flirts with everything that has two legs. Great mix. Enjoy flustering Johnny. Once again english is not my first language and I used a translator for Johnny's accent. Part 1 | COD Masterlist | Part 3

It’s been raining the whole day when his door gets opened. Johnny looks up, seeing you hold open the door for a group of girls that rush into his shop, fleeing from the pouring rain. Some of them eye you and the way you tower over them for a moment too long. You give them a bright smile in return.

He can’t help but want to throw all the customers out so he might have a moment alone with you.  Close up his bakery for the general public just for the opportunity to be alone with you.

Instead he leans onto the counter grinning flirtingly at the group of girls. “Good day, lassies. How can ah sweeten yer day?”

He really tries to fight it but he can’t help but watch you out of the corner of his eyes while he serves the group. You’re hanging back and looking at the many choices of coffee he has on display. Your hands are casually tucked into your pockets and he’s so damn grateful for your height because it means he can see you over the girl’s heads.

“Guid choice. Something sweet for someone sweet.”, he winks at one as he hands her the bag with the pastry and the entire horde begins giggling. He grins and catches your fond expression over their heads.

You’re smiling at the exchange, shaking your head in fake irritation when you catch him looking at you. Johnny tries to bite back the big grin that threatens to overtake his flirty expression when he sees your reaction.

Finally the big group leaves the shop and you take their place at the counter, your sudden closeness nearly making Johnny breathless. You’re still slightly damp from the heavy rain outside and your eyes are twinkling with mischief.

“Oh Mr. big burly baker, may I get a hot chocolate and some cake to eat here so I can ogle at your muscular arms and Scottish charms?”, you say, fake swooning and pretending to go weak at the knees.

Johnny laughs at that his heart swelling with fondness at your silly display. “Alright are ye done poking fun at me?”

You straighten up again leaning in closer against the counter, bracing your own arms on it and looking down at him. “Me? Poking fun at you MacTavish? Never. I will be enjoying the view the entire time. Maybe even more than the cake.”, you murmur, all traces of sarcasm suddenly gone and Johnny swears his heart stops.

Your eyes are fixed on his and he’s not sure he could break the intense contact if he wanted to. “The sweetest treat in this entire bakery is you, MacTavish.”

He clears his throat, his heartbeat so quick and hard he’s sure you can see it pulse on the side of his neck. “That was only th' truth 'til ye came in, bonny.”, he says and hates how thin his voice sounds.

You smile slightly and then take your hands off the counter switching back to non-flirty you as if you didn’t just shake him to his core.

“Are you very busy today? I can take it to go if you’ve got your hands full.”, you suddenly ask and the consideration nearly sends him to his knees.

“No!”, he says so quickly that it’s almost embarrassing. He tries to safe face by adding a smoldering smirk. “A'm never too busy for ye. Juist pick a table, ah will bring yer order over in a moment.”

Mesmerized he watches you turn and pick out a table tucked into a cozy corner. He can’t help but watch until you’re seated. The way your body moves utterly entrancing to him. Johnny desperately wants his hands on you so he can feel those movements for himself. How can a human being be so utterly bewitching?

He has to physically shake his head to rip his gaze away from you and go get started on making your drink. His neck prickles as if he’s being watched but when he takes a look over his shoulder he sees you looking out the window. The people at the table next to yours are ogling him though.

The sinking feeling of disappointment at the lack of attention from you makes him feel immensely stupid. Silently he hopes that no new customers come in so he might get the chance to chat with you for a bit.

He takes your order over to your table and you appreciatively close your hands around the big mug of hot chocolate a content sigh leaving you. “Thank you, MacTavish.”

“Johnny.”, he corrects and watches you cock your head. “Ye can call me Johnny.”

When you murmur his name, repeating it back at him, he grins down at your seated form, taller than you for once. “It sounds the best when ye say it. Any other way tae say it should be forbidden, bonnie.”

Your eyes snap to his and you incline your head at him, considering him. “Johnny…”, you murmur again and he can feel his knees grow weak.  Oh yeah, he definitely likes the sound of that. Maybe a bit too much. The way you say it is-

“Johnny”, you almost sigh out and he can feel his cheeks heat up. He’s not prepared for this. He’s not prepared to hear you say his name more than once in a row. Why is that so hot? Who even allowed you to call him by his first name? What idiot thought he’d survive hearing his name in your voice?

“Johnny”, you say slow and deliberately taking your time to caress every part of his name with your tongue. He feels the blush spread down to his chest until he’s hot all over. The tips of his ears feel like they caught fire.

You nod towards the counter. “There are new customers, Johnny.” His gaze is fixed on the way your lips form his name he’s sure his expression is beyond dazed when you chuckle a bit and the meaning of your words sink in.

His head whips around effectively breaking the spell he had fallen under and he curses under his breath making you laugh beautifully.

“Interesting reaction, MacTavish. I’ll keep that in mind.”, your voice rings out behind him while he hurries back behind the counter.

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Baker!Johnny or Bartender!Kyle which one should get a new chapter first?

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I’ve never sent an ask to anyone before but I just had to say, I really love your stories!! Of course Butcher!Simon is an obvious fave but Baker!Johnny has a new special place in my heart 🖤 I hope you have a beautiful day/evening/night

Hi! It's really kind of you to tell me. Sending asks can take a lot of courage, thank you for doing it anyway. Especially for the first time!

I really love hearing from you guys and the fact that you took the time to press silly little buttons to let me know that you enjoy those stories makes me so incredibly happy.

Sadly I'm in the middle of my exams and you all will probably have to wait until after for a continuation of the stories.

I wish you a wonderful day/night/whatever time it is too. <3

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I know baker!Johnny and bartender!Kyle don't get as much love as butcher!Simon but I'm writing part 2 for Johnny and I am giggling and kicking my feet. Y'all are driving the poor sod mad.