The Grim Reaper or The Undertaker (a black butler x reader fanfic)

8: A dessert disaster

At first when I saw this picture I thought he was covered in frosting, then I looked at his hand and saw that painters plate 🎨 and was like 'well someone's trying to be Picasso.' Then again when you decorate a cake you are making art. Alright off to the reaper realm.
Ps: F/F means favorite food and F/D means favorite dessert.

💀🖤both brothers at Undertakers apartment🖤💀

"Well it seems both our dates were great, according to (Y/N)," Undertaker said. "I guess it's a draw." "You say that like the date she liked better wins a point," Adrian said. "Need I remind you brother that this isn't a game." "I know, I just still think mine was better," Undertaker said. His brother rolled his eyes. "Whatever, see you at (Y/N)s on Sunday."

🍰Sunday afternoon🍰

(Y/N)s POV:

I had on a grey T-shirt that says Nope, Not Today, ripped jeans, and sneakers. I was making dinner—(F/F)—and Adrian—aka Undertaker—said he'd bring some ingredients for dessert.
Knock knock.
"Ahhh right on time as always." I just finished warming up the food, so I went and opened the door. "Hello boys, come in, dinner is ready." "There doesn't happen to be (F/F) on the menu, right?" Adrian asked. "What makes you say that?" "Hehe, you have a stain on your cheek," Undertaker said. I looked at my reflection on the microwave, then wiped it off with the little towel on the oven. "Ok both of you shut up, Adrian set the table and Unnie get the ingredients ready for dessert."

🍰after (F/F) comes (F/D)🍰

"Alright we've got baking powder/soda, sugar, eggs, butter, measuring cups/spoons, and colorful whipped cream," Undertaker said. "Hmmm, something's missing." I went to one of my cabins and brought out chocolate chips and (___). Just some of the things I like putting on some pastries. "Perfect, now where did I put the cookie cutters?" Undertaker said. "You mean dog biscuits cutters," Adrian said. "That's what I said bone biscuits." Not again.
"Ok can you two just shut up and make your dessert." I already had the powder, water, and cracked the eggs, it was time for (___). "Adrian pass me the (___)."
"Here."
"Thanks." This time I doubled the cups.

🍰little time skip🍰

"Hehe, the biscuits are ready for the oven," Undertaker said. "So are my cupcakes," Adrian said. "Well my dessert is in, so bring them over." All three desserts were in the oven, there was only one thing left to do. "Oh boys," I said.
Poof.
"Did you just flick flour in our faces?" Undertaker asked. "Nooo, it was baking powder on your face, and baking soda on your brothers." "Well then, do I throw a white egg at you, or a brown one," Adrian said. I can't catch an egg but I can dodge one . . . Unlike his brother who took a white egg to the face. "What'd you do that for?" "You already have baking powder, why not add the other ingredient," he said. "He's right." They both looked at me with poker faces, then back at each other . . . those poker faces began to move up, the next thing I knew there were two meteor eggs flying at me, and baking powder/soda in my hair. "How about yes today," Adrian said.

🍰time skip🍰

The three of us were a mess from top to bottom, along with he kitchen counter and floor. It was this sort of triangle-like war: one minute we were against each other, the next a+b teamed up and attacked c. "Ok this is the last time I'm sa-ahhhh."
"(Y/N)!"
I heard them drop whatever they had in their hands. "(Y/N) are you ok?" "Do you feel anything broken?" I looked up at my two best friends covered in powder and colors, and started laughing. "Heeheehee you guys still look like twins, except messy." "Oh she's fine," Adrian said.
They fell for it.
I had whipped cream on my hands, so I got up fast and whipped it on their faces. I went and got behind the counter. "Well little brother, looks like it's boys versus girl again," Undertaker said. They got up and looked for their weapons . . . Only there was none left. "What are you doing?" Adrian asked. "This war isn't over." "Oh honey this war ended the minute I put whipped cream on your faces." I threw the bags of baking powder and soda in the trash can. "The remains of the war are on us, the counter, and the floor." Undertaker started chucking, "She's right." He threw the egg cartons in the trash. "In that case I'll be in the bathroom," Adrian said. "Wait for me." Undertaker grabbed his brother and dragged him into the bathroom with him. "O-kayyy?"

3rd person POV:

While they were in the bathroom doing their business, (Y/N) went into her bathroom, put on her robe, and took her dirty clothes to her laundry washer. "Hey do you guys want me to wash your jackets?" They threw them out the door. Great now I have to pick up after them, (Y/N) thought, she turned around and headed for the laundry.
"You're going to have to tell her eventually." That was Adrian, she thought. "Shhh, I'll tell her when the time is right, now shut up and wash my trousers."
(Y/N) covered her mouth, it was one thing picking up after them, but another staying behind and ease dropping. She put their jackets in the washer, then went to her bathroom and let the laugh out while washing herself.

🚿in the other bathroom🚿

"I knew it was a good idea to wear a long sleeve shirt," Undertaker said. "Yes which I'm washing in the sink," Adrian said. "Just wash my clothes then I'll wash yours." In the end they both came out with wet hair, their shirts a bit wet, and wet trousers.

(Y/N)s POV:

I came out of my room in sweatpants, a sweatshirt, and my hair still wet.
"What are you guys doing?"
"Isn't it obvious, we're cleaning your kitchen," Adrian said. "Well we're helping you," Undertaker said. "I'm cleaning the counter while he's cleaning the floor." "By the way where's your mop?" Adrian asked.
"Oh nowhere special, just the bathroom you both were in." Right when I closed the door to get the mop and bucket, a certain older brother started laughing.
"Hihihi, I knew it." "Oh shut up Adrian."

🍰time skip🍰

My kitchen looked good as new. "Hey do you boys feel like we're missing something?" It all came back to us, I got my mittens and opened the oven, they were either burnt, over cooked, or crispy—but way past crispy to eat. "Heehee, looks like we were so busy on the battlefield that we forgot about food," Undertaker said. "I think only one of your biscuits is good enough to eat," Adrian said. "Well then save that one and throw the rest out." I went to the fridge and brought out a little (___) flavored ice cream cup. "This's the last one I have, and that biscuit's the only survivor." "Then I guess this's dessert," Adrian said. "I'll get the spoons," Undertaker said.
The three of us sat down on the floor, shearing an ice cream cup, a bone biscuit cut into three pieces, and watching (___). "Well would you look at the time," Adrian said. "Ten o'clock, I gotta go." "What about your jacket?" "I'll come by tomorrow." He gave me a hug, "And sorry about the baking powder and eggs."
"If we weren't friends I'd never forgive you," I said. He waved goodbye.

There was one Adrian left. "I should be going as well, but before I do." He got up and walked over to me. "(Y/N), would you like to go on a date with me again?"

Cliffhanger.

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