#66 for Patsy and Fenris? Or, alternatively, #60 for Bobby and Cullen? Honestly, I just really love your characters, so I'd read any of these prompts for any of them!
I actually did #66 last year!
“I feel like there’s more frosting on you than on the gingerbread.”
His concern went unanswered and possible unnoticed. Cullen had been startled and slightly concerned when he realised that when Bobby cooked and/or baked she was simultaneously euphoric as well as uncomfortably close to a nervous breakdown.
Currently, Bobby was painstakingly trying to assemble a gingerbread replica of Bag End. He’d already been roped into hours of drawing up plans and calculating sizes and making templates. Granted, he wasn’t complaining! Especially the calculations and the according research had been a tremendous amount of fun. He’d even made Bobby produce a sample of gingerbread and frosting so he could better assess the stability of the dough and glue-strength of the frosting.
However, now that the actual building process had started, he felt completely useless. Despite him being overqualified for the job as gingerbread assistant - LEGOs, puzzles, building over-complicated cardboard castles for his nieces, assembling a life-size R2D2 out of popsickle sticks in 7th grade... you name it, Cullen had it on his nerdy resume - Bobby kept refusing his help. Only because he’d left a fingerprint in the frosting and tried to smooth it out and apparently “almost ruined everything”.
Gingerly he wiped a glob of frosting from Bobby’s cheek with his thumb and then enjoyed the delicious taste of the sugary glue. That she noticed and beamed up at him, face flushed with excitement and effort, looking as sweet as the frosting he could still taste on his tongue.
“Are you sure I can’t do anything to help? I swear, I won’t touch the gingerbread or the frosting anymore!”
She crinkled her nose and let her eyes roam around the kitchen. Her head stopped when she was looking at the pile of dirty dishes in the sink.
“Your wish is my command!”
“O.M.G. sis, this looks incredible. You’ve outdone yourself!” Patsy croutched in front of Gingerbag End to get a better look at all the details. (There were even tiny marzipan Sam and Frodo.) “Who should I eat first?”
Cullen almost yelled as Patsy callously reached for the helpless hobbits and threatened to destroy Bobby’s overjoyed pride at the overwhelmed surprise this intricate gift had elicited. Before he could stop Patsy though, someone else did. Fenris grab the greedy hand and pulled her entire body away from Gingerbag.
“No.”
“Awww, but it looks so tasty!”
He’d seen this many times before. Patsy pouted and did something with her chest and Fenris would ultimately give in. Not this time... Fenris gently took the table Bobby had placed her creation on and carried it with utmost caution into an empty corner of the Brewmother.
Patsy’s pout intensified but she didn’t seem overly hurt at being denied a treat. It probably helped that Fenris pulled her behind the counter and let her list a horrifying amount of things he’d put in her chocolate mocha. (5 pumps of chocolate syrup??? Maker!)
“I think he likes it.”
Bobby smiled at Fenris and her ridiculous sister and Cullen put his hand on the small of her back.
“I’ve never seen Fenris deny Patsy food. You’ve managed the impossible.”
Bobby chuckled and put her head against his shoulder that she barely managed to reach.
“Thank you for your help, those templates were incredible.”
“Oh, you’re more than welcome! Actually, I do have a couple of ideas how to improve the structure, maybe next year we cou-”
Bobby interrupted him by rising up on her tiptoes and placing a soft kiss on his lips.
“Cullen.”
“Hrm... hm... yes?”
“You’re a gigantic, adorable nerd.”
“Oh. Well. I...”
“I love it.”
“Oh. That’s... that’s good then.”
He was sure his face was bright red by now but it didn’t matter, because Bobby pulled him down by the collar of his shirt and kissed him again.