My Darling Feline (Bill X Fem! Reader)

Chapter Ten: Cake, Stars, & You

"Well well, look what the cat dragged in. Well, I guess in this case the human." Sam joked as the two of us entered into the bustling club room, a strong aroma of spices filling my lungs.

"Hi, Sam!" I said, greeting the large lion with a smile. To my surprise, he swiftly pulled me into a tight hug, his large arms enveloping me completely and momentarily forbidding me from taking a breath.

Bill grumbled to himself incoherently before Sam released me and pulled Bill's head down, ruffling his fur with his fist. This just annoyed Bill as he grumbled more. The large lion exuded a comforting aura, reminiscent of a protective older brother and a gentle teddy bear all rolled into one. It was a warm and welcoming presence.

"What brings you two here?" Sam asked, brushing off his apron and putting his large mane into a hairnet atop his head.

"Bill and I are on temporary leave from the club and thought we'd pass time by checking out the walk-in thing you have going on"

"Figures something was up. Usually, you'd never catch Bill anywhere near a stove... Especially after he almost burned our dorm down last year trying to make instant ramen." Sam laughed.

Bill jabbed an angry finger in the direction of his roommate. "I was sleep-deprived and forgot to add water. It was one time!"

Sam put his hands up in defeat and shook his head teasingly. "Alright now, you two go ahead and grab a station to cook at, we're doing a partner lesson today so the two of you are in luck." Sam pointed over at the stations set up in the middle of the room. Bill and I took the last empty workspace and waited for further instruction.

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"Alright you bunch of animals and human... let's get started. Put on the aprons that are folded on your station"

Bill handed me an apron, it was too long for me as it seemed to have been made for a larger animal. I ended up folding the bottom up and tying it tightly behind my back so that it hugged my waist comfortably. Bill just messily tied the apron behind his neck and back, not caring how it looked as long as it stayed in place.

Bill looked at me and rolled his eyes. "Of course you would manage to make something as random and dumb like an apron look good." 

"Right. Now that you all have that down, let's begin. Today you and your partner will be making any dessert of your choice. Inside the large cook book to your right is full of recipes that you can choose from. Try not to screw up. I do not enjoy this place being a mess." Sam smiled and grabbed a small alarm clock from his apron pocket. "You all have two hours, and I'll award the team with the best dessert two front row tickets to see Bruno Fox this weekend."

A gasp escaped my lips. I excitedly grabbed Bill, hitting him to get his attention. "Geez what's your issue?" He asked.

"It's Bruno Fox! Come on what do you mean 'what's my issue?' He's just like the hottest artist ever. How the hell are people at this school able to give such crazy prizes like this? Do you know how many Ammies he's won?!"

Bill laughed. "How many y/n?"

"Eleven! Bill. Eleven!"

"Easy there killer. I'm just going to pretend I know what you're talking about. In that case, what do you say we kick these chumps asses and win those tickets for ya?" He grinned.

"Hell yeah!" The two of us high-fived. Bill grabbed the heavy cookbook and the two of us started flipping through it to find the recipe we wanted to do. Of course, Bill being Bill, decided to choose the most flashy and difficult dessert in the book knowing damn well he has no clue how to cook. A Macron Cake.