Luke Glendening One-Shots
The Frosting War
“Hey, Jake! I’m back!” you hollered as you entered the small, one-story studio in the backyard. You tossed your backpack onto one of the loveseats in the living room before entering the kitchen.
The ginger was running around, adjusting and readjusting the lights and cameras, and pulling out and putting away props. “Hey, Y/N,” he greeted somewhere in the midst of his running.
“Who’s today?” you inquired, walking over to the hook on the wall behind the cameras and lights. You took off the apron that hung on the wall and slipped it over your head before pulling out your hair and tying the back strings.
You and Jake, your childhood best friend, had a YouTube channel that was building in popularity. It was a show called “Get Baked,” where you had segments of baking competitions or tutorials. Because you guys knew someone who worked for Fall Out Boy, you managed to get Pete Wentz on your show for a segment, and after that, your show was filled with celebrities ranging from singers to YouTubers to various sports players and so on.
Since you were the face of Get Baked while Jake did everything else, he was the one who booked the celebrities. And, since you hated surprises, he kept the celebrities a surprise until they showed up. Usually, he would give hints – like, today, you knew your first hockey player was in store.
You had ideas for possible hockey-related, baked goods you guys could make, but sometimes the celebrities wanted something simpler to bake.
“Nope,” Jake hummed, shooting you a smirk while walking past you.
You pouted and whimpered, “That’s no fair! C’mon, Jake. Tell me who!”
He did a zipping motion over his lips and you shot him a dirty look, knowing he wasn’t going to tell you until the celebrity showed up. Which wasn’t fair – like you said – because he always told you who it was before they walked in.
You kicked the air and pouted, crossing your arms over your chest. “Meanie,” you huffed, storming childishly behind the kitchen counter. Jake already pulled out most of the supplies you’d need, but you pulled out the rest then carefully organized everything on the counter. There was nothing to do until the person came, so you had to distract yourself.
“When’s he coming?” you hollered in the midst of organizing.
There was a knock on the door and your head shot up. You watched Jake jogging towards the door while answering, “Now.”
The door opened and voices flooded the studio. One of them belonged to Jake, but the other one you couldn’t pinpoint… then, when people came into view, your breath was caught in your throat. The face wasn’t familiar, but was definitely pretty.
You had met other celebrities as hot or perhaps hotter than whoever this was, but there was something about him that made you flustered. Maybe he looked more like a regular guy than the other people you’ve had on your show – maybe he looked like someone you had an opportunity with.
You mentally shook your head while Jake gestured towards you and the blonde man smiled sweetly at you. He definitely had the build of a hockey player from what you’ve seen when Jake dragged you to a few games.
“I’m Luke Glendening,” the blonde man spoke and you blinked, realizing he was talking to you… and sticking his hand out to you.
You quickly smiled back and slipped your hand into his. “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”
“He plays for the Detroit Red Wings,” Jake voiced. He looked over at Luke and playfully nudged him, saying, “She doesn’t exactly watch hockey, so she wouldn’t have known.”
“I know a few players,” you chortled, going back to the hook where you got your apron and grabbed the apron hanging next to it. You tossed it to Luke, who caught it with ease. “So, how much experience do you have in the kitchen?”
He scratched his cheek and you noted the light stubble. “Uh,” he murmured, weakly smiling, “not that much, to be honest. I mean, I know enough to get by, but baking…”
You smiled, finding his embarrassment adorable. There was even a light pink tint on his cheeks. “Well, that’s fine. Normally, I like to have made a practice cake that we can decorate before before we do the actual one, because since I’m helping out, I won’t let the cake get burnt or anything like that. But I noticed that many people struggle with using the frosting, especially since we’re not just making a simple cake that we cover in brown frosting and call it a day. I like detail and making cakes look as realistic as possible.” God, you were rambling. He must be bored.
“After we make and decorate the actual cake, Jake and I usually goes to a nearby children’s hospital or homeless shelter to give the cake. If you want, you can join us, but that’ll take up a good proportion of the day.”
Luke actually looked excited. “That actually sounds good. I have the whole day free since I didn’t know how long this would take, so I’m down for joining you guys.”
“Good.” You walked back to behind the counter and Luke followed. You found the cake pan shaped as a hockey stick you and Jake worked on making the other day already sitting on the counter. You had another cake pan that was a small circle that was supposed to be the puck, but Jake’s mom stole it the other day, so Jake was going to go get it soon.
“The practice cake we’re decorating now is gonna be something that we’ll eat,” you said, looking up at Luke. You blinked in surprise when he was right next to you, his face just inches away from yours, as he leaned over your shoulder to look at the stick-shaped cake pan.
“All of that?”
“Uh, yeah. I usually give some to – you know, uh – friends and neighbors… and stuff…”
He looked down at you in confusion, but his eyes widened in shock and realization at the lack of distance between your faces. “Oh, sorry,” he murmured, stepping away. “So, uh, should we get started?”
“I think I can trust Y/N with you, Luke.” You jumped at Jake’s voice, having completely forgotten that he was there. He shot you a smirk, catching the jump before looking back at Luke. “Normally, during the practices, I run out to do my little errands. I’ll be back before you guys are done, but I’m just going to leave the cameras running for blooper film.”
“That’s fine,” Luke said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Behave, Y/N,” Jake warned with a pointed finger and smirk. He turned on the cameras before you could give a colorful response. Before he made his escape, he said, “I’m gonna get the pan from Ma.”
You just nodded your head and walked over to the refrigerator to grab the bottles of various colored frostings. You placed them down then went to the counter behind you to uncover the cake waiting there and bring it over to the counter you were going to frost the cake.
“You normally jump your celebrities?”
You almost dropped the cake at Luke’s amused question. You faced him and walked back to the counter, placing the cake down. “Yeah, I jumped Pete Wentz when he came here,” you joked. He smirked and you shook your head. “No, Jake’s just being stupid. He likes to embarrass me in front of people.”
“Aw, that’s too bad.”
Your face burned as you ducked down and pulled out smaller tubes of icing. He was flirting, and normally, you would respond back with ease… but, for some reason, you couldn’t.
“Need any help?”
“Nah,” you said, jumping up. Luke Glendening, a NHL player, couldn’t have flirted with you. He was just joking around. You pushed over a bowl of light brown frosting and a butter knife towards him. “You get right to coating the cake. I mixed the brown and white frostings I had to make a light brown to match a stereotypical hockey stick.”
He scoffed, “Stereotypical.”
You smiled at that and shrugged, opening and closing the icing bottles. “I mean, I’ve seen sticks ranging in color and design, but I always picture a plain, light brown stick when I think of hockey sticks.”
“Touché. I’m not judging.”
You struggled with opening the bottle in your hand. “You so are,” you retorted. “I heard… it… when…”
Luke paused in frosting and looked over. “Are you struggling?” he asked, putting down the butter knife. You faced him as he held out his hands and said, “I can open –”
Your eyes widened in shock while he froze as his face and part of his chest was doused in hot pink icing. “Oh, my god, Luke. I’m so sorry.”
He lifted a hand and swiped the icing off his face the best he could.
You bit your lower lip, trying to fight back the laughter. “I’m sure Jake has a few spare –” A gasp escaped your lips when suddenly your face was smeared with light brown frosting.
“Oops.”
You wiped the frosting out of your eyes and looked up to find Luke smirking down at you. “I did that by accident!” you exclaimed.
“So did I,” he chided innocently, still smirking. He placed a hand on the table and leaned into you. Much to your disbelief, you felt a tongue run over your cheek. “Mmm… That’s good frosting.” He straightened and asked, mock curiously, “Did you make it?”
“Did you just lick me?”
He rubbed the back of his neck and you could see the tint on his cheeks under the hot pink icing. “Maybe.”
“C’m’ere,” you said, motioning him closer. While he leaned in again, you snatched a tub of frosting and popped it open behind your back, scooping a handful of frosting into your hand. Your breath was caught in your throat again when his nose barely brushed against your and you stared into those mesmerizing brown eyes. You could even feel his breath against your lips.
No, you weren’t about to get lost in –
You swiped the frosting over his face and simultaneously caught the front of his shirt, preventing him from moving away. He was slightly taller than you when he was standing straight, so you took his shortened height as advantage and ran your tongue over his cheek. “Mmm… You’re right. It is good.”
Without hesitation, his hands landed on your hips and you were hauled onto the counter. His lips pressed against yours and you wrapped your arms around his neck, drawing him close, as you hungrily kissed him.
The cake and frostings were forgotten… momentarily.
The moment you pulled away, a good portion of the cake was down your shirt. You gasped, and the next moment, the rest of the cake was down Luke’s shirt. Back and forth, you went wasting your frosting; decorating each other.
“I’m back! What did I… miss…”
You looked over your shoulder and weakly smiled at Jake. “Hey, Jake. Got the cake pan?”
His eyes jumped between you and Luke; both covered from head to toe in cake and frosting – like the rest of the kitchen.
“Oops?” you and Luke offered weakly.
Jake looked at you in disbelief and crossed his arms over his chest. “Yeah. Oops.”
