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interxstitial · 1 year

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@idleds:

( origin! )

"by the — you — im jiwon!" frankly, it's a miracle seunggi isn't outright choking on his salad à la school cafeteria with the eruption of laughter that flies out of him, as is his fork missing both of their eyes with how his hands flail in an attempt to get his coworker friend to quiet down. the last thing seunggi wants or needs is for another faculty member or a wandering student to hear about how their ogling adventures...

which has somehow snowballed into them making crude comments about the relative of seunggi's own eight-year-old students, apparently, without any care for who or what hears such scandalous remarks.

(for the record, he does agree. the guy's tits are distinct.)

(as is everything else about him, as made obvious by their current predicament, but —)

"that is the guardian of my students, i'll have you know, and i don't appreciate you talking about him like that on school property." his eyes narrow purposely as a brow arches, only for his gaze to flicker to the cameras lurking in the corner of the room, as if to consider the possibility of the administration lying about the lack of audio.

very little, right? if not, there's a chance he receives a check from a lawsuit. so win-win? maybe?

he leans closer to the table, his gaze turning back to jiwon, still suspicious. but, he bites.

"so, you're sure it was him?" the facade breaks a little at the thought, his lips pulling into a disappointed frown as his fork goes back to digging at his salad. "i suppose they'll tell me he picked them up early when the kids are done eating." suddenly, his fork is forgetting in his bowl entirely to focus on his woes instead:

"i can't believe i'm not going to get to see him at pickup. i even wore a good shirt for once!" the pop of color makes all the difference, he thinks. it's too bad he'll never know if the damn guy agrees!

he settles back in his chair, limbs going loose as he does so to show the full drama of his complete and utter disappointment.

"this is pathetic." his head lifts, lets his gaze fall to jiwon once more. "go on, tell me i'm pathetic. can even put it on the announcements, if you want."

while seunggi nearly chokes to death on his salad and narrowly misses every set of eyes within arm’s reach, jiwon continues to scroll through the fine arts teacher group chat. with winter coming up, all eyes are on them to organise something spectacular before the end of the year. ordinarily, jiwon loves putting together special events, but it’s difficult to live up to expectations when the department is given such a dismal budget. he’s already taken out a fair amount from his own paycheck to purchase materials for his class, and he knows the other teachers have done the same. hopefully, this will be the last request form they’ll have to submit in order to get a proper budget. but for now—

“i know it was him. those buttons go through a very specific kind of struggle when he’s got them on, and i’m telling you—that was it.”

setting down his phone, jiwon goes back to picking through his homemade chicken and strawberry salad. the spinach leaves have begun to wilt with how long he’s been distracted, but it still tastes better than anything he’s ever bought from the school cafeteria. (on another note, seunggi could totally enjoy the delicious spoils of the same menu if he would only pick on jiwon during circle time. instead, he chooses to be a classroom bully.)

munching on a mouthful of salad, jiwon looks over seunggi’s shirt with a critical gaze. regrettably, he must agree; seunggi did wear a good shirt for once. “i’m surprised it’s lasted this long. like, no one got peanut butter or paint on it. have you been wearing a smock all day? you know those totally ruin your silhouette. they make you look like a balloon, and that’s not cute.”

jiwon slices his fork through the air to make his point, then stabs at a few spinach leaves and chicken before everything goes soggy. he sort of wants to congratulate himself on making such a good salad, but there are more serious matters at hand. like his colleague spiraling down a whirlpool of misery and and despair. holding back laughter, jiwon swallows his bite before kicking at one of seunggi’s feet.

“you’re a little pathetic, yes, but there’s no need to be such a drama queen. just wear another nice shirt tomorrow, fix up your hair, and keep away from the fingerpaints and cafeteria duty. anyway— i’m gonna send out emails to recruit parent volunteers for the winter festival, and i’m positive a certain guardian will be happy to help out. so you should wear your nice shirts more often.”

#idleds #au: A+ for effort #//I'M SO EXCITED FOR THIS ASLDKFJ #seunggi: nearly dying #jiwon: chilling with a salad #i love them #imagine all the classroom shenanigans they'll get up to !!

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clatterbane · 2 years

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Banana pudding assembly time! 😎

I've been craving some for a while, and finally thought to get some bananas to make it with. (Not to mention a couple of good old peanut butter and banana sandwiches!) Those started growing spots overnight in this warm spring weather, and are a little past their prime to my own weirdo taste. But, they should still work fine in here!

I'm also needing to substitute some Maria biscuits for the vanilla wafers. Haven't tried that before, but it will hopefully work OK. They are very basic, fairly neutral light vanilla-ish cookies which do get used a lot elsewhere in very similar ways to graham crackers or the vanilla wafers.

That is some homemade pudding I stirred up last night, and left to chill in the meantime.

I totally would have used a pudding mix if you could find vanilla here. (Though, full sugar instant chocolate pudding is a thing here! Along with some vaguely moussey lemon stuff and several fruity just plain mousse flavors which should be good for some other desserts. We actually have unopened boxes of chocolate and lemon in the cabinet now.) Thinner vanilla custards are way more popular here. Plus, I wanted to use at least part Splenda to make the whole thing slightly less of a carb bomb. So, I cooked up something hopefully suitable.

Ended up subbing in some rice flour, since Mr. C forgot to buy cornstarch (double the volume of starch called for). And I used a cup of almond and coconut milk along with the dairy stuff, since we had an open carton in the fridge and it sounded good with bananas. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

As you can see here, the texture didn't turn out as silky smooth as with cornstarch, which wasn't a huge surprise. That was fine rice flour meant for baking, so it didn't turn out quite like ground rice pudding either--sort of halfway in between. Next time I would also sweeten it less, but the texture and flavor actually turned out pretty good! May have to try that basic approach for some other flavors of puddings.

Pudding construction underway, in a potato salad tub! 😅

Which looked like a decent size and shape for the purpose, since we really don't need a huge dish o' pudding right now. And I was never a fan of the texture of the classic soft meringue on top, so no need for anything oven proof. Whipped cream is more my jam, in general.

I ended up filling in some of the gaps with broken cookie bits, but 6 fit pretty nicely per layer. Got 3 layers out of it (2 of banana), starting with cookies on the bottom.

Oh no, it's more of my awesome food presentation! 😁

I figured there might be some vanilla pudding left at the end, but nope! Looks like I guesstimated what size batch we might need pretty well--infamously bad as I can be at judging amounts. (MORE. If in any doubt whatever, just make more. 😅) Still a little cook's reward left in the bowl, at least.

One slight misjudgment, however: I forgot that the lid to that bowl fits a little down in, flush with the rim. Even some further aggressive dish tapping on the table wouldn't settle the level down quite enough not to smoosh the lid down into the gloopy pudding surface.

But, there are temporary workarounds! Once it does have a chance to settle and we scoop some out, the lid should hopefully go on fine.

The dish is now stashed in the fridge to sit and meld/soften up. I got it put together later today than I meant to, so it will probably need to wait for tomorrow. 😩 Likely a better plan, but sort of disappointing anyway.

Though, that should also give him a chance to pick up some spray cream for ease. (Forgotten along with the cornstarch. I was sorry I couldn't get out shopping myself, tbh.)

As it is, we do have that plain whipping cream that he was planning to use for something else, but no electrified means of whipping it yet. So, he'd need to wield the whisk to spare my wonky shoulder. Probably much better to pick up a handy can of the stuff tomorrow. Along with some more coffee to drink with it. 😅

#gif #food #desserts #banana pudding #gluten free #pudding #bananas #southern food #hillbilly food #long post #mr bill

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hueylengyong15 · 2 months

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My top three memorable moments of February.

Since the second month of the year is over. I decided to do this post what I did in February.

Making my own ice cream sundae at Le Meridian Hotel:

After dinner on the eve of Chinese New Year, I decided to make myself an ice cream sundae by scooping out medium scoops of Vanilla, Chocolate, and Strawberry, adding a fudgy brownie, gummy bears, three of the Hershey's syrups including chocolate from the fountain, Golden Smarties, strawberry, marshmallow, and a Kit Kat wafer to top it all up.

I wanted to add the chocolate bark, but it was enough for me, as I would get a sugar rush and have cavities in my teeth. So, I decided not to get any more toppings as my mom would scold me when she got back from Taiping.

As I sat down to eat my dessert, I tried the brownie paired with the ice cream coated with the toppings I selected. The best part was selecting my own ingredients on what I could come with instead of copying someone's DIY bowl of ice cream.

Once the Reunion dinner was over, I was full of eating my sweet treat, I remembered not to add a lot of ingredients to the Sundae and learned to take only the things I could finish instead of wasting them.

Hopefully, next year I will learn my lesson about what I can eat instead of throwing away my food into the trash and being mean to the unfortunate people who can't afford to eat at a nice restaurant.

2. Trying out Senjyu Japanese restaurant in One Utama for the first time:

On Thursday after Valentine's Day. I decided to watch the Cantonese version of Disney Pixar's Turning Red. Once we got to TGV Cinemas to get the tickets, we found out that there were no regular seats available to watch the movie as there were only Junior seats available. After hearing the news, I was sad, that I didn't get a chance to watch the Cantonese version of the movie as there were too many kids playing on the playground.

To cheer myself up, I decided to eat at Senjyu, the newest Japanese restaurant that recently opened one month ago. Once we got to this place, I ordered the Spicy Salmon Mayo Temaki Taco with Shimchi Yakiniku Don set with a citrusy and icy Lemonade Bliss drink.

The taco which was made with rice and seaweed coated in a tempura batter had an excellent crunch that paired perfectly with the spicy salmon and the shredded tamago had a good texture that reminded me of a burrito mixed with sushi that gave it a nutty and irresistible texture.

As for my dad, he ordered the Hotate and Salmon Mentai kettle rice set. The Japanese Scallops were delicious and not so spicy including the salmon seared with Mentaiko sauce that makes it a perfect pairing when being eaten in one bite.

The Sashimi was one of the best side dishes that we ate with our meals. The Salmon was tasty and great while the cut-up fruits and Chawanmushi were savory along with the flower-shaped carrot, grated imitation crab, and eggy custard which was on the sweeter side when being served hot and fresh.

Overall, I gave this Japanese restaurant eight stars due to their homemade high-quality recipes, and peaceful ambiance. And next time, when I eat at the Japanese restaurant again, hopefully, I will try their Gyoza dry ramen with Unakyu Sushi Maki.

3. Lunch at the Teddy Cafe:

Four days ago, I decided to go to the Teddy Cafe for a Sunday lunch after working on some of my assignments. After arriving at this place in the afternoon, I saw a white teddy carrying a gift box with a bouquet, a miniature teddy in an ice cream cone, and two pink teddy bears with a lemon wedge hat holding a white heart with a happy little cub waving hello to the people who come into the cafe.

The decorated restaurant which had many teddies was excellent as it was suitable for people of all ages to enjoy eating at this cafe. I also liked the dressed-up teddy toys in different outfits such as Snow White, the Prince, Kawaii style bear, and many other clothing for the cute bears.

As we found a table, we ordered the Nachos with Tom Yum Gravy, teddy-shaped garlic rice with grilled chicken, Mango, and Lime blended ice bear drink, and the Teddy beef burger with fries.

The Teddy burger was adorable to devour, especially with the fries and salad. The beef patty was juicy and went well with the veggies, cheese sauce, and mayonnaise. As for the Tom Yum Gravy, it had a spicy kick especially the tomatoes and lime were not too sour and made it a good combo with crispy Nachos.

The grilled chicken, garlic rice, and garden salad with sweet soy dressing sauce were sweet, tasty, and not so garlicky. The Mango and Lime drink topped with a marshmallow bear was excellent as it reminded me of Ice Bear from the show, We Bare Bears.

Once we finished our lunch, I ordered an ice cream dessert for two called Teddy on Island. The strawberry ice cream and syrup are very sweet and delicious.

On the other hand, the chocolate waffles were crunchy and delicious when paired with the mixed fruit and the two happy vanilla ice cream bears. I loved the left side of the two waffles being the dirt and the sweet cream being the sand.

After finishing our dessert, we decided to go home to rest before class tomorrow. This day was the best because I got to see a collection of teddy bears which people of all ages enjoyed. Hopefully, I will come back to this place to have a cup of 3D bear coffee with a bowl of mushroom soup when I have time.

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crazyblondelife · 1 year

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Pesto Chicken & Tortellini Salad

This is going to be my go-to dinner for spring and it’s a good one! Roasted pesto chicken combined with tortellini, fresh spinach, cherry tomatoes and lots of fresh basil are such a yummy flavor combination and it’s topped with not one, but two cheeses…mozzarella pearls and Pecorino Romano. A generous drizzle of olive oil and delicious balsamic glaze top off this easy and delicious main dish salad! Keep scrolling for the recipe!

When I come up with a recipe like this, I usually just throw in the ingredients without measuring and so it went for this salad. I love love love fresh basil, so I used a lot of fresh basil. Make this your own and add more tomatoes or cheese or change the Romano to Parmesan. The chicken makes the dish so be sure to roast it with the pesto.

The first time I made this dish, I used croutons on top and the crunch was nice but they were soggy when we ate the leftovers so I left them out this time. A really nice, crunchy loaf of bread would be delicious instead!

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Tomorrow is my daughter's birthday and i’m making a homemade Tiramisu for dessert! Hopefully I’ll be able to get that recipe up for you sometime soon because it’s so easy to make and the presentation is over the top!

Happy Sunday and thanks so much for reading!

#Pesto Chicken & Tortellini Salad #Easy dinner recipes #pasta recipes #food #healthy pasta #one bowl dinners

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lemonluvgirl · 2 years

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Delicious (Part 1)

Based on the drabble prompts: #10. “Please don’t stop.” & #17 “Yeah? You like that?” from the smut prompts list. Here’s the first half my delicious bread babies. There will be a part 2 that (hopefully) resolves things for these two. I really should be working on my WIPs but this plot bunny distracted me. I blame you ALL. You should know by now that I’ll take the slightest thing and turn it into a two shot with smut and a freaking cover asthetic because I’m obsessive like that.

**Heads up for food kinks and illegal flirting vibes. And Angst. Lots of Angst.**

Katniss had started taking this private cooking class on a whim.

She got the idea when she moved out of her shared apartment and got her own place after graduating from college.

Living on her own for the first time in her life made her realize something about herself.

She was 25 for chrissakes, and still didn’t know how to properly cook anything that didn’t come out of a box. Annie and Johanna had always cooked when the three of them lived together and Katniss had always done the less appealing jobs around the apartment like changing the light bulbs, and taking out the trash.

But now that she was living alone it was time for her to stop ordering take out and finally buckle down and learn to fend for herself in the kitchen. Her wallet and waistline were starting to protest all the fast food.

So that’s how she found herself signing up for a cooking class with a private chef. She made good money as an accountant for a well-to-do local law firm, and looked at the class as an investment in her future that would save her money in the long run, and had decided she would rather learn one-on-one than in a group setting.

What she had not been expecting was that her teacher could be so hot that is was constantly a distraction every time she showed up for class.

Peeta Mellark was a certified chef and had graduated from a fancy culinary school and everything (Some school with a french sounding name, Escoffier, or something like that). He was patient, easy to get along with, and a very attentive teacher.

He was also hotter than sin, and it wasn’t fair that he worked cooking and tasting delicious food all day and still looked like a GQ model.

Shouldn’t all chefs be a little bit overweight? I mean, come on. Why couldn’t he look like Guy Fieri from Diner’s Drive-Ins and Dives?

But no, Peeta was trim and fit, with broad shoulders and muscular arms and a disgustingly tight ass that distracted her to no end when he bent down to open the oven door to their classroom kitchen.

Katniss had burned three entrees, under cooked a whole slew of chicken appetizers, and dropped so many plates by the 4th week of her class that she was considering dropping.

She wasn’t learning anything. She was just lusting over her teacher and making a fool of herself every week.

But when she mentioned discontinuing the class Peeta had been adamant that he wouldn’t let her quit.

“We’re in this together Katniss. I’m not gonna let you fail. Trust me okay?” He told her, pinning her with a serious and almost fiery gaze from his unbelievably handsome blue eyes.

Katniss doubted she could improve but she didn’t have the guts to break Peeta’s optimism completely.

The next time they got together for a class the prep-table was noticeably sparse. She saw only a container of flour, a container of active dry yeast, a container of water, and a small bowl of what looked to be salt.

“What’s this?” Katniss asked, surprised to see he had done away with his stockpile of exotic ingredients and gourmet spices.

“We’re going to do something simple today. I’m going to teach you how to make homemade bread.” Peeta informed her in a no-nonsense tone.

Despite Peeta’s assurances that it would be extremely easy, Katniss was still nervous. But Peeta being Peeta told her he would be there to help her every step of the way.

And he was. He patiently explained the measuring process. He diligently guided her through how to make a “well” after incorporating the dry ingredients as she was adding the wet ingredients.

He placed his own hands over hers and showed her how to dig out a little circle in the bottom of the mixing bowl. Katniss felt breathless and nervous and extremely turned on by the proximity of his sturdy body and the smell of his skin. Which reminded her of clean man and kitchen spices.

Soon they had to let the dough rise, and Katniss felt disappointed by the loss of contact. But Peeta surprised her by suggesting they chat and get to know each other while they waited.

She told him about growing up with her alcoholic uncle after her family died in a horrific car accident when she was 11, how she worked hard all throughout college to graduate with honors and get scouted to work for one of the best companies in the city.

Kantiss learned he was the youngest of three brothers and his parents had thought him insane when he first told them he wanted to go to culinary school.

“Why?” Katniss asked in disbelief. Anyone seeing Peeta in the kitchen could tell he was completely in his element. He seemed like he was born to be a great chef.

“I actually had to turn down a full athletic scholarship to a major university. The same university my dad and my brothers all went to.” Peeta told her candidly.

“Wow. So a master chef and a sports prodigy. Is there anything you’re not good at? Besides teaching me how to cook?” Katniss joked but Peeta pursed his lips disapprovingly in response before replying.

“Sports was more my brothers’ deals. I played out of obligation, not because I was passionate about it. So, maybe I was good enough to get an offer of scholarship but I would have done a disservice to everyone by accepting an offer that my heart wasn’t in. As for not being good at things, well I can think of quite a few goals I’ve fallen short in of late. And they have nothing whatsoever to do with the progress you’ve made in the kitchen. Katniss I don’t know if you realize this but you’ve come a long way from where you started. You didn’t even know how to properly chop vegetables when we began our class. And now? You’re a pro at not only that but at converting measurements, remembering recipes, and you memorized the health codes manual in like a day. You’re doing great ok? Trust me when I say that.” Peeta told her as he laid one large hand on her forearm and gave it a light squeeze.

Katniss wanted to argue that all of the things he mentioned had nothing to do with actual cooking (except maybe cutting vegetables) but she found she couldn’t speak when he was so close to her, touching her so gently, and looking down at her with such an endearing expression.

Damn him. She knew she wouldn’t be able to maintain her calm demeanor if he kept doing things like that.

She swallowed and looked away, trying to reorient herself and focus on the conversation.

“You’re a great teacher. You’d probably still teach me even if I burned your restaurant to the ground. You’re just too nice Peeta. You’ve probably never met a lost cause you didn’t want to champion.” She muttered the last part but it seemed he picked up on it anyway.

“You are NOT a lost cause.” Peeta told her fiercely and the tone in his voice, not to mention the look in his eyes erased any smart alecky comeback she could have thought of on the spot.

She blinked at him, speechless for a moment, wondering why he had such a strong reaction to her words. She wondered absentmindedly if that was how he looked getting worked up when he was angry, or aroused.

She licked her lips involuntarily and Peeta’s gaze dropped to her mouth and didn’t come back up for at least 3 seconds.

Then he cleared his throat, and turned around walking over to the dough they had left rising and pronounced it was time to knead it.

Katniss shook off the strange feeling she had before moving to join him. It was just her imagination that he seemed intrigued by her mouth right?

Right?

As if in answer to her silent question, Peeta puts his arms around her, caging her in his warmth, and grasping her hands in his to guide her when she half-heartedly try to knead the dough.

“It needs a firm hand. Not too soft, but not too harsh either. Just…right.” He says and it’s almost like a line from a porn movie, whispered in the space right beside Katniss’ ear. The exchange makes her shiver. She knows he can feel it, because his hold on her tightens.

She feels his strong chest almost flush with her back, and even though he’s got his waist and hips tilted away from her, she can’t help imagining what he’d do if she backed into him just a bit.

“Just right? Is that even a quantifiable term? How am I going to know how to do this without your help if you’re so vague?” Katniss told him nervously.

“It’s less about quantifying or replicating a technique exactly than it is about the feeling. The muscle memory. Close your eyes and just let yourself feel, Katniss.” Peeta said in a husky voice that made warmth pool low in her stomach and had her clenching some muscles that were decidedly of no use to her while trying to cook.

“Ok. I’ll try.” She replied on a shaky exhale, closing her eyes as he instructed her and trying to tune everything else out but the motions of their hands, the feeling of the tacky dough underneath her fingers and the unexpected sensation of security got with him pressed against her.

The rhythm of their hands was hypnotic to her and the warmth of his breath on her neck felt divine. She wanted him to suck on her skin, to bite her, to taste and nibble and dig his fingers into her flesh hard enough to bruise so that she could feel the desire in his fingertips.

“Feel it now?” Peeta questioned and Kantiss inhaled and held her breath, slightly thrown out of the fantasy.

“Maybe, I think.” She replied, slightly dizzy, drunk almost with the heady feeling of his touch.

“Do you want to try kneading it on your own?” He asked in a gruff voice, an octave lower than his usual speaking tone.

She shook her head frantically.

“Please don’t stop. I need you. And your hands.” Katniss said, her words muddled and the double meaning behind them mixing with a strange pleading note that she didn’t even recognize in herself.

“Yeah? You like that? Does it feel…good?” He asked low and gravelly and Kantiss bit her lip before nodding her head and turning to glance at his face.

When she saw his flushed cheeks and dilated pupils, not to mention the way he was biting his lower lip, she knew.

Obviously he was sending her some strong signals now. He wouldn’t get that close or say these kinds of things to her unless he had something other than baking on his mind.

She hoped.

“Peeta,” Katniss said, gazing up at him from over her shoulder, wondering if he would take the last step and put us both out of our misery and close the distance between our lips.

Her entire body felt like a live wire and Peeta was the charge that was feeding her every time they made contact. But instead of kissing her he slowly and it seemed regretfully pulled away before things could escalate, telling Katniss he thought the dough was ready to bake.

Katniss was a little stunned by his quick turnaround and she wondered belatedly if she had done something to make him back off. But she couldn’t think of anything, except maybe the whole student/teacher thing. Peeta struck her as someone who took his profession seriously and maybe he just wasn’t comfortable making a move on someone who was technically his pupil and was paying to learn from him.

So Kantiss silently followed his instructions for how to prepare the baking pan the dough would go in.

After they put the pan in the oven, Katniss decided to push the envelope a bit and test the waters between them. She didn’t want to leave the question of his attraction to her unanswered and she was pretty sure she wasn’t the only one who felt something when we were working together a minute ago.

“So you really think I can still pass this course?” Kantiss asked, aiming for a more low stakes question to start out with.

“I do. I have complete faith in you Katniss. You’re a hard worker. As long as you don’t quit I know you’ll eventually gain enough skills to be considered a great cook.” Peeta said, blowing out a breath and giving her a smile that was slightly shaky.

Katniss bit her lip in uncertainty. She wasn’t sure if she was still invested in this class because she wanted to learn how to cook or because she didn’t want to stop spending time with Peeta. What she did know is that she wanted to find out if he felt the same way she did.

“Well, I haven’t managed to not burn or undercook anything yet.” She said with a slight chuckle.

“Let’s just see how you do today, why don’t we?” Peeta told her as he drummed his fingers nervously on the counter.

“And if I succeed in not ruining the bread?” She asks him, taking a step closer and looking into his eyes, issuing a silent challenge.

“If you succeed, then I won’t be surprised in the least.” Peeta said evenly looking at the oven and away from her penetrating gray stare.

“Don’t you think I should get a prize or something?” Katniss asked, taking another small step towards him until they were standing just a foot apart. Close enough to touch.

“Um, sure. I guess. What do you want?” Peeta asked, a hint of nervousness breaking through in his voice.

You. Naked. Taking me against the the counter. Katniss thought immediately but instead she said, “How about dinner?”

“Dinner? As in, you and me?” Peeta asked in surprise.

“Sure. I eat. You eat. We’ve got that in common. So, yeah. Let’s grab dinner after class tonight.” Katniss replied, in a slightly stilted manner but she managed to get the words out.

She smiled inwardly, proud of herself. It was the first time she ever asked a guy out. And she thought she had done a decent job of it.

“I guess that would be cool, I mean if that’s what you want.” Peeta said, one large hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck in an adorably bashful manner.

Katniss cast him an incredulous look. She wouldn’t have asked if she didn’t mean it.

“Yeah, that’s something I’d want.” Katniss replied confidently.

But the words Peeta said next drained every drop of positivity from her entire body.

“Ok, but it would have to be just as friends, because I have a girlfriend.” Peeta said, looking down at his feet, unable to meet her eyes.

Katniss felt like the air was knocked out of her lungs when he said the word girlfriend. She was left gaping at him, wide eyed and shell-shocked. He still wouldn’t look at her.

Distantly she heard a high trilling noise.

“That’s the timer, looks like the bread is ready.” Peeta said quietly, breaking the unbearably uncomfortable silence.

Still Katniss didn’t respond.

“Do you want me to get it?” Peeta asked after what seemed like forever.

When she continued to stare at him incredulously Peeta turned away to avoid it.

He quickly and expertly opened the oven and pulled out the bread. It was golden brown and perfectly risen. It smelled like perfection.

“You did it Katniss. I’m so proud of you.” Peeta said, trying to infuse his praise with as much genuine enthusiasm as he could.

But when he looked up to see Katniss’ reaction he almost recoiled from the accusing look in her eyes.

She didn’t move even an inch closer to inspect the first thing she successfully cooked from scratch in over a month. She just continued to stare Peeta down.

And he had no idea what to do or say.

“So, um, where did you want me to take you? To you know, celebrate?” Peeta asked as he placed the loaf on a wire rack to cool.

“Actually, I just remembered I need to get up early tomorrow.” She said, turning away from him quickly and striding over to where she hung her purse and coat.

‘What? But-I mean…wait!” Peeta floundered, trying desperately to find the words that would salvage this conversation.

He was an idiot, and a jerk, and he couldn’t let her walk out like this.

“I really have to go.” Katniss said, and the words were close to hiss.

“Don’t you even want your bread? It’ll be cool soon.” Peeta asked lamely, gesturing to the bread cooling on the rack.

“No thanks, this experience has been enlightening enough.” Katniss punctuated the words angrily, as she threw on her coat and purse in a hurry and rushed out of the room.

Peeta was left standing in the middle of the kitchen, fisting his golden curls, wondering how he ever let this all get so out of hand.

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descendantofthesparrow · 3 years

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Encore - Harry Hook x Reader - part 19 - fight

You let out a sigh, looking into the slowly rocking glass of water you had been swirling around. You and Harry had recently fought so now you sat dejected in your kitchen. and it wasn’t like you hadn’t had one before, it's just….this one had hit a bit harder than the last.

It all ended in Harry storming out of your apartment and slamming the door behind him back to his world. It had been three days since then.

And now you sat in your lonely little apartment, watching as the rain beat down on your winders and echo throughout the seemingly empty room.

You took a shaky breath and downed the rest of your water, standing from your kitchen table and walking over to the sink, placing your cup inside, and dragging yourself over to your room.

You flipped onto your bed and curled up under the blankets, burying your face into Harry's pillow.

You felt your nose burn as the sea salt, woodchips, and metal filled your senses. You missed him.

Three days with not even a text or updates from him. You had fought before but he had never left your side for long, sometimes never leaving in the first place, just sitting in the other room until the both of you calm down.

But three days with no contact worried you.

You huffed and picked up your head, laying your chin on the pillow and staring with droopy eyes at your closet door. “maybe I should go first?” you muttered, rolling over and continuing to stare at the door upside-down “but I might make him even madder by not respecting his privacy” the burning at your nose got worse, and you blinked harshly as you scrunched it. Blinking open your eyes, the room around you blurred as tears trailed from the corner of your eyes.

“fuck” you chocked, reaching up and rubbing at your face “god, fuck, shit, ass, cunt”

You gasped as a calloused thumb brushed away a tear from your cheek, you sat up, letting out a low sob as you stared into the shining ocean blue eyes of Harry Hook. “hey” he whispered, leaning towards you and wrapping his arms around you, picking you up and sitting on the bed, setting you on his lap and holding you to him tightly. “I’m sorry my love, it was a stupid fight”

You didn’t respond, rubbing your face into his shoulder and sniffing. You didn’t even remember what you had fought about, it had just escalated so fast. “forgive meh?”

You just nodded into his shoulder, unable to speak around the lump in your throat. Harry let out a relieved sigh, he brought his hand up and thread his fingers through your hair, rubbing his fingers against your head and completely encasing you within his body.

The two of you spent the next couple hours in comforting silence, listing to the rain beating against the apartment and the other's soft breathing.

You had almost fallen asleep to the sound of Harry's heartbeat but he kept shifting and fixing your spot in his lap. At one point you had tossed your arms around him and squished him till he stopped moving, allowing you to properly relax.

Harry pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and lifted you out of his lap, taking your left hand and quickly kissing your knuckles “I’ll go make us some food, what do yeh want ta drink” he whispered. You smiled and shrugged.

“I think I have some sparkling cider in the fridge?” you croaked; voice still shot from your earlier bawling session. He gave a soft smile and nod, squeezing your hand for a moment before dropping it and heading to the kitchen.

You sighed, falling back against your sheets and letting the tension release from your body. Finally, the three days of stress and worry were done. You lifted your left hand in your sights, biting your lip as the red ruby ring stared back at you.

What if Harry had never come back? What if he had decided that you weren’t worth it? Or had decided to break up with you?

It really was just a stupid fight that had ended badly but it had sent your mind reeling after a whole day had gone by with nothing coming from Harry's end.

You sat up as something delicious passed by your senses, you grabbed your (fav color) fluffy blanket from the top of your sheets and wrapped it around you, padding into the kitchen and licking your lips at the sight of Harry stirring something on the stove. “what-what you making?” you asked, walking up behind him and resting your chin on his shoulder.

He turned to kiss the top of your head and muttered against your hair “chicken rice bowl, Desiree was on dinner duty on the revenge and showed meh how ta make it, it's really good and I thought yeh might like it”

“it looks awesome” you muttered, looking over at the steaming covered rice on the other side of the stove, before looking down at the chicken cooking in the pan that Harry was messing with. “do you need me to do anything?”

“aye, make the sauce fer me?” he gestured over to a paper hanging from the cabinets, and you nodded, walking over to the paper and reading down the quickly scrawled recipe.

“homemade teriyaki sauce?” you murmured to yourself, throwing your blanket on a kitchen chair and getting to work.

Luckily the sauce was easy to make, within only a few minutes it was done and ready to be poured into the pan of chicken.

You handed the sauce to harry who poured it into the pan and stirred it around, letting it coat the chicken. “Desiree said ta let the sauce soak in for a bit, so now all we do is wait” you nodded and leaned onto his arm, smiling softly as he lifted it and wrapped it around your waist.

You had thought you and harry would (hopefully) reunite, that it would be awkward and the two of you would take a bit to get back to the way you were before the fight.

But it was as if the fight never happened, and it relieved you.

You and Harry talked about your usual small talk, the lost revenge, Auradon, wedding stuff, and the events of the past two years.

After a few minutes of talking and waiting, the chicken was ready to serve with the rice. Harry separated from you and pushed around the chicken with the spatula. “can yeh get the bowls out love?”

You hummed in confirmation and walked over to the left where your bowls were, opening the cabinet and pulling out two midsized bowls.

Harry took one of the bowls and spooned a good portion of rice into the bowl before doing the same with the chicken, he took a spoon and poured some of the chicken sauce onto the food, smirking as the dark sauce soaked into the rice.

“nice” he muttered, setting the bowl on the kitchen table behind him and backing away, letting you fill your bowl. He picked up his bowl and walked over to the living room, setting it down on the coffee table and turning on the tv. “Mandalorian or….whatever?” he asked loudly, turning to you and raising his brows

“Mando” you called back, pouring the sauce on your food and grabbing your blanket tossing it on the back of the couch, and plopping down on the soft cushions.

Harry sat next to you and pulled you into his side, clicking on the series and setting it to the first episode. The rest of the night was mostly spent quietly eating food and watching movies.

It was a nice break from the last three days. You let out a light sigh and burred yourself into Harry's side, glancing up at the snoring pirate that still gripping onto you tightly.

You jumped slightly at the sudden buzz coming from Harry's pocket, you stealthily pulled his phone and unlocked it, seeing a text from Uma.

Cap’n

Cap’n-Hey, you two okay?

You smiled, you were glad you and Harry had a friend that cared so much about you, even if she didn’t like showing it all the time

You -(y/n) answering from Harrys phone cuz the dork is asleep: yes we are okay, harry made dinner too

Cap’n - good, another day of Harrys whining and I would have combusted, keep him there for a little bit, he worked himself to the bone to distract himself over here, he needs a day off even though he just had one

You - yes ma’am

Cap’n - (y/n)….

You - sorry :’)

Cap’n - alright, night

You - night!

You set Harry's phone on the coffee table and burrowed back into his side, smiling as his solid heartbeat rang in your ear.

It was hard to believe it had been over two years since you had been magically transported to the Descendants world and fallen in love with who was once a fictional character you had a crush on.

You still had no idea how you had gotten there in the first place but, you looked back up at Harry, whose lashes fluttered against his cheeks, you sure as hell weren’t complaining.

-end of part 19-

ALSO, I thought I started this (part of your world in general) back in….December? of 2018, which I think that’s when I started posting on Wattpad but apparently, I posted part 1 of part of your world on October 19th, 2018! So, it’s been 2 years since I started part of your world! Which was the true start to my growth as a writer! I think I’m going to start wrapping up encore soon since there's not much more I can do with it other than random parts with fluff and some angst sometimes, so maybe 10 more parts at max, maybe ending with the wedding? Idk but I think this set of part of your world is coming to a close. Rewrite is still ongoing with D2 being written right now, and a possible D3 if D2 does good. Along with the Full Rewrite/redone versions of Part of Your World/Reprise, it'll be under the same name with just a 2.0 at the end so it'll just look like Part of your World 2.0/Reprise 2.0

Thank yall for reading!

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naomiknight-17 · 4 years

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Hello Fresh Meal #16

Herby Chicken and Orange Salad with Strawberry Vinaigrette!

Is 'herby' even a word? Isn't that the sentient Volkswagon from that weird old movie? Can't we just say 'herbed'?

Forgive me, I digress. Recipe!

Here's another one where washing and prepping the produce wasn't necessarily first in line. We actually begin tackling this pile of ingredients by cutting the ciabatta bun into 1/2-inch-ish chunks and tossing with a bit if oil and salt and pepper, and toasting them in the oven.

While those were getting toasty, I washed up the produce and got ready to prep everything else.

Not pictured: spring greens drying in a colander. Also, sunflower seeds being lightly toasted in a frying pan.

Pictured: thyme de-stemmed and chopped, shallots peeled and sliced and orange... waiting. Tbh I procrastinated on dealing with the orange, but more on that in a minute.

In the meantime, I got the chicken going.

A quick pat dry with paper towel, and the chicken got a generous sprinkling of thyme, salt and pepper before being thrown in a hot, oiled frying pan.

What you see above is actually me cheating a bit... some of these recipes end up using 3-4 pans and let me tell you, hubby and I do not enjoy doing all those damn dishes. So when the chicken was browned on both sides and the next bit of the recipe said "now transfer the chicken to ANOTHER PAN and add peas and roast in oven" I was like, no. No, peas go in frying pan now. Frying pan goes in oven. Naomi is tired.

I wasn't sure if this was gonna mess up the recipe, but I had a more immediate concern.

The orange was waiting.

Have you ever supremed an orange? For the uninitiated, that's when you cut off the peel and white part of the rind, then individually cut each orange segment out of its surrounding (completely edible!) membrane. I'll admit it makes nice little orange segment bites that are tender and easy to eat, but I also find it a giant pain in the neck!

In this particular case, once I had removed all the segments, I also had to gather up the scraps and membranes and squeeze the juice out of them for use in the dressing.

Hello Fresh, please.

Don't make me supreme an orange ever again.

Just send me a can of mandarin segments.

Anyway. The dressing. To the freshly-squeezed bit of orange juice we added strawberry jam, a bit of oil and vinegar, the shallots and a touch of salt and pepper, then whisked the heck out of it.

The same bowl was soon piled high with spring mix greens, the supremed orange segments, and our homemade croutons.

An aside: Can you tell at which point hubby took over the photography above? A hint: I usually try to move the oatmeal and granola bars out of the shot. (My kingdom for more kitchen storage!)

Anyway, soon it was time to split the salad between two plates, slice the chicken and place it on top, then top 'em with the sunflower seeds, roasted peas, and feta cheese.

This salad was... interesting. I really enjoyed the flavors, but some of the textures freaked me out. I did not realize, for example, that roasting peas makes them VERY crunchy. Some were actually a bit too hard. Am I at fault for using the same frying pan? I'm not sure. The chicken turned out fine despite my pan-cheating ways. But in any case, the crunchiness of the peas was a bit much, especially since the toasted sunflower seeds already added a crunchy texture.

The croutons though? And the dressing? Fantastic. Fabulous. Delicious. Everything else in this salad was tasty and seemed to balance well.

As tasty as it was, was it worth the effort to supreme that orange? To get orange juice practically up to my elbows while I tried to maneuver a knife through slippery orange membrane and not, hopefully, through my hand? Ehhh. The jury is still out.

Overall this was a very tasty salad that was a bit too much trouble to make, and next time I'd skip the peas. 6/10? If I was going to make it again, I'd probably do it my own way, so I probably won't order it again with HF.

Huh. That makes another salad I've reviewed that did not meet my extremely high salad standards. It was, however, not nearly as disappointing as that kale wannabe-caesar mess a few weeks back. I wonder what my next HF salad experience will bring me...

Next time involves hoisin glazed meatballs and stir-fried veggies, so keep an eye out for that one. See y'all then, and thanks for reading!

#hello fresh #food review #cooking #review #this is the first post made entirely with my new phone too #is there a difference in the photo quality? can u tell?#no filters this time!

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imajoon · 4 years

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bts imagine: little things they do for you (seokjin)

cooks for you obviously, what else do you expect.

your cooking skill isn’t bad, but it isn’t exactly your forte either. so if there’s a chance to eat without having to cook, you’ll take it without a second thought.

it’s already late when you open the front door, head pounding and eyes heavy with sleep.

you mentally go through things you will do immediately: change into something more comfortable, wash your face, brush your teeth, and go straight to sleep. dear god you want to sleep so bad. you’re hungry as hell but it’s okay you can deal with it.

but hold up what is this dEliCiOuS sMeLL?

you stagger to the kitchen.

JINNNNNNN

cue dramatic gasp.

jin is home y’all!!! and he’s cooking. face scrunched up in focus. wearing a cute apron.

you creep behind him to surprise him, but quickly fail as your pinky bumps into the kitchen island.

it still works though. he jumps at the sound, brandishing his spatula as if the cooking utensil could protect him from any harm.

his face softens when he sees you, crouching on the floor, holding your stupid pinky.

he ushers you to sit—which you comply—and put down a bowl of in front of you. it smells wonderful.

“your favourite!” he states. then as if having a doubt, "hopefully!"

you raise en eyebrow at that, but he already goes back to flip-flopping whatever he’s cooking.

you look down at the bowl. chicken soup. still steaming hot. you grab a spoon and have a taste.

holy cow.

IT'S DELICIOUS.

you've been relying on takeout for the past week or so. it's nice to finally be able to eat some homemade food.

and you quickly realize it’s no ordinary chicken soup either!!!!! it tastes exactly like your mum’s chicken soup.

you almost want to bawl right there right now because it reminds you of home and god knows how homesick you’ve been lately.

“how is it?” he asks without glancing back. he proceeds to explain that he noticed how you’ve been looking at your family album recently, so he called your mum to ask what your favorite dish is and decided to make one in hopes of cheering you up.

he turns around to announce the second dish but instantly panics seeing your watery eyes.

“WHY ARE YOU CRYING IS IT THAT BAD DID I MESS UP THE RECIPE”

you’re trying to say that no, he didn’t, quite the opposite really, it’s perfect; but you end up laughing at his panic-stricken state.

he doesn't know what to do. you're laughing and looks happy, but just a second ago you look like a lost puppy and now there are tears running down your cheeks. which emotion are you actually feeling???

he briskly stalks towards you, holds your head in his hands, and wipes your tears with his sleeve.

his sudden gentleness catches you off guard. you sniff, unable to look him in the eye.

"hey," he softly calls you. you take a peek at him.

"go on, tell me it tastes like crap. it might hurt my pride a lot but i swear i won't be angry."

you burst into laughter, wrapping your arms around his torso.

he hugs you back, making a mental note to cook for you more often if it means seeing you this happy again.

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shewhowillnotbenamed1 · 4 years

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An Opening

@ravenfan1242 I had been meaning to write your WallyRae - this is finally done! I never wrote an AU like this or for Kid Flash/Raven. I hope you enjoy! Thank you so much for the lovely Valentine’s Day WallyRae fanart!!!

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A disembodied arm sprang open an office, and stole the living wits straight out of the occupant, who until that moment, was lunching alone. A plastic spoon hovering within range of an agape mouth. “I thought I smelled something delicious.” Her shocked cobalt blue examined the intruder who then asked, “what’s on the gourmet today?”

“Um…soup.” Raven said to the bowl tightly. “Just soup.”

“I like soup.” The redhead remarked, holding the door frame above and angling his body towards the desk. “Did you make it?”

Sprinkles slid off the spoonful steadily. “Microwaved it.”

“Close enough, right?” He grinned. The kindness of his blue-green eyes shone even in the sparsely lit room, its single window covered in slats.

“Right…” She mumbled. A limp noodle nose-dived off the cutlery and plopped back into the lukewarm pool. “Cooking adjacent.” Which was as close to the act as Raven was willing to stand.

A wide breadth was generally best.

“Exactly what I always say.” He agreed. “Although… it certainly smells homemade, Raven.” Why was she blushing? Why was his mention of her viscous broth - located somewhere on the borderline between piss and dishwater - making her forget how to think straight? The lull was disturbed when freckled fingers rapped on her door in a rapid staccato. “I’ll see you later?”

She nodded weakly. “Later.” With that, he went whistling on his way.

With bright smiles and even brighter hair, Wally was unreal. Whether he stopped by her office unexpectedly, saw her in the kitchen, or spotted her in passing, he had this tendency or - compulsion - to talk to her. Even if it meant he had to race over to her and abandon someone mid-sentence, he would find his way to her side. Though he only started weeks ago, he had a presence that elicited eagerness, instead of her general indifference.

The day they met, something strange happened - she forgot to bring in her thermos of tea to work. She stopped in the kitchen on each floor, before she went up a total of five flights - to the sole coffee machine in operation. The machine beeped scarlet - angry accusations; it demanded to be cleaned before servicing anyone else. A not-so-office-friendly phrase threatened to slide from her lips at the sight of a hand swiping the final steaming cup of liquid - the proverbial straw.

“Just my luck.” She sighed to herself. An office building without a working coffee machine was one with cruel working conditions.

The new owner of the wax paper cup turned to her. “I’m sorry, did you need coffee?” Perhaps he was sympathetic, but likely he heard the desperation in her voice, the sheer panic of taking on Tuesday without a cuppa.

“No…tea.” Raven corrected the redhead. “Coffee doesn’t do it for me.”

“What a coincidence!”

She believed it.

Apparently, he already had a superabundance of energy. A voice that was less jarring, explained. “Coffee makes a bit hyperactive - or more so.” His lips turned up cheekily. “Would you like mine? It’s herbal. Mint.”

“Really, I couldn’t.” But the man didn’t hear of it, he grabbed another paper cup and unloaded an even amount.

“We’ll share - you can make it up to me by telling me your name and department…” He could see she was befuddled. “I’m Wally West - I’m new.” His skin radiated charges through the handshake, it lingered on the cup he passed to her.

“Raven Roth… Human Resources.” On a typical day, she had few direct interactions with others, but she wanted to interact with him.

That week, they spoke every day. She tried to put her finger to the pulse of it, but couldn’t surmise.

It was easy to attribute her attraction to the dashes of freckles, flaming tresses, and feistiness, but it was more than that. There was a gravitational pull drawing her to the western hemisphere. It was saturated with sun. It was offbeat and unique, and…fun. With that chance encounter, work life changed for the better. So even though Raven hardly ever did herself, the days of routine nine to five took their own, well-deserved time-off.

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Office parties and happy hours. These were social situations that had persisted through time, even though cocktails and coworkers were not meant to commingle.

And it was why, Raven didn’t know why she was attending this one. Frankly, she would much rather be in her own company than that of her tipsy boss and drunk coworkers, and other wasted strangers in the lowly lit bar. It was the most awkward thing in the world to witness their behavior while they bummed booze off the company dime.

The true reason she was here - it was mandatory. A mandatory, holiday party, the intention of which was to spend time socializing with coworkers in a low-stress environment. The aim was to avoid getting sloppy. Working in HR, she was aware. Though, others seemed to forget, they tended to get rowdy. Especially before their vacations.

Speaking of which.

“Man, you’re usually faster.” Pre-party rum was affecting speech patterns of the recent arrivals. “Happy hour awaits!”

“I know, we’re already so late.” That was definitely pre-party rum from someone’s cubicle closet.

There were other divisions here. Teams that were not as straight-laced as her own.

“Wally, you need to relax and get a drink - or two.”

He tipped his head, as spotted her by the bar. His steps were clumsy, eyes watery from the alcohol. At last, freckled cheeks, with their rosy halo freckled, wiggled out a hazy smile. The orange and blue bulbs above had gone paces past ambient lighting, to delve deep into clubbing territory. They were outside of work and outside the standard, watts of fluorescence she had grown accustomed to seeing him under. The palpitating in her chest appeared to agree. Raven didn’t know whether it was the drink she had been nursing, the thumping bass of played-out pop, or him in his gray button-down, with its rolled up cuffs showing forearms, tanned and strong.

“I hoped - you… to - night -” The shock of red bobbed, invitingly. Raven squinted and motioned to her ear. Oh - right! Wally mouthed. He pointed to a stool, Raven shrugged. She sipped quickly to hide her smile as he plunked down at her right.

And now…

At least five songs had gone, but Wally hadn’t left her side. Their bodies were tilted towards one another in the backless seats. He had given up shouting over the music to whisper directly into her ear canal. Each syllable was slow and slightly slurred - deep and deliberate.

“You look very nice.” Wally was referring to her black sheath dress. Though work-appropriate, it was tight and clingy. An unintended positive of the unseasonably warm weather, Raven had foregone tights. And Wally West clearly noticed.

“You know I’m in HR - that could be misconstrued as flirting,” She jabbed him with her straw. “But, you’re alright with me, Wallace.” When they were alone here with alcohol in the air she felt emboldened. To call him Wallace and scoot closer in her seat - to flirt about whether or not they were allowed to flirt.

“Misconstrued…?” His grinned went lopsided with nausea for a moment. “Oh - boy that booze.”

For a second, she placed a hand on his shoulder in a gesture that hopefully was innocent to any onlookers. “Wally, are you alright?”

“Yeah.” He swallowed, shakily. “I just… don’t drink - like ever.”

“Really - not ever?” The ink eyebrows shot up. “Why not?” Her upturned nose twitched.

“Ever run hungover?” Run? A pale hand’s push slid their glasses out of sight. “I run - marathons… One’s coming up next weekend, so I’m in the middle of training for it.” Wally chuckled pathetically or painfully.

She fingered her ebony tresses thoughtfully. Then she whispered, while leaning forward so her mouth brushed the pink, freckly orifice. “So then why…did you drink?”

Wally spoke near her cheek, the sharp, spiced-sugar whisked Raven’s nose. “Because I wanted a little liquid courage.” His queasiness had dissipated. “I… want to dance - will you dance with me?” He asked, as though it had only occurred to him moments ago.

Suddenly, she glanced at her surroundings. “Um, I…” They were alone, but not truly. And even if they were, this was still a work party. She sneaked a peek behind them. The darkened room was thinned out, over half the people had left. Those that remained were drunker and louder than the last. Could it be that it was safe after all?

“Raven?” Wally was following her line of sight. “Are you…looking for an out?”

“No,” She promised and placed her palm in his. “Let’s do it.”

“Do it?!” Wally gasped. “Why, Raven, I’m appalled!”

“Don’t you dare…” Her voice had suddenly gone dry.

“I thought you were in HR.” Wally continued. “Can I report someone in HR - to HR?”

She sighed into her smile. “Your jokes are still decent when you’re wasted.”

Right or wrong, it was best to be cautious. Raven felt more at ease when he took her to a secluded corner in the back. Her and Wally danced restlessly, waiting, with their bodies a ways apart. Unspoken, until they were the last ones left.

At last.

Turning in aimless circles, with her arms draped on his neck and his hands tight to her waist, they drew closer. With the party over, it was harmless. She and Wally had morphed into two individuals out on a Friday at the bar.

The bar where booze laden blood overheated their bodies. Raven’s cardigan was torn off and the first three buttons on Wally’s shirt had come undone.

One song melded into another and another and another. Until one that played for their ears alone - it was one where rules of Human Resources, policies, and holiday parties could fall away like layers fallen between them.

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Raven clicked open another email. One day was unending lull only for the one that succeeded to be filled with a billion urgent emails that all required her attention.

Today was one of those days.

Open Skype.

That was it. No subject. No greeting. No signature. And it was from one Wally West.

An involuntary smile began to slide across her skin as she clicked, wondering what this could possibly be about.

WW: 30 minutes. Me and you.

RR: I’m busy. What is this about?

WW: You’ll see. I’m signing off - so you can’t say no.

Wally appeared in her doorway no less than five minutes later. “Raven - up!” He commanded.

She shook her head violently. “I have a ton of work to do today. I can’t -”

Wally persisted. “Up. Up. Up!” He went around to pull her out of the chair. It made her remember their dances. She had to breathe carefully to calm herself. “You can squeeze in an hour for lunch.” Raven opened her mouth. “Microwaved leftovers or calcified bags of nuts from your desk drawer are not lunch.”

“Wally, please…” Raven she begged. She had to at least attempt a last ditch effort. “I should get this done.”

His red hair flopped over his face. When he straightened back up, he gave her a soft smile. “Trust me, it’s only an hour, and you’ll love it.”

“Okay.” She couldn’t say no to that - or to him.

He chatted with her animatedly for all five blocks until they arrived at a little bistro Raven had never been to, despite it being so close.

“Two tomato soups and two grilled cheeses, please.”

Simple, but classic, it was her favorite comfort food. When the waiter disappeared, Raven playfully shoved him. Wally grinned, appreciating how well he knew her.

True to his word, it was the best lunch at work she had ever had.

And after, they ran, with full-stomachs sprinted, arm and arm in their pea-coats. The uncooperative weather wafted their condensed breath out into the ether. The chill snapped their cheeks and noses, outlining them in pink as they raced on. He had vowed to get Raven to her office before an hour elapsed. But before they rounded the corner to the building, he stopped.

“Wally, come on.” Raven panted. “We have to get back - before -”

The experienced runner was hardly winded. His voice didn’t waver when he told her, “Raven, I don’t… Have to get back.”

“No. We all have an hour.” She exhaled, glancing at her watch for the time. “That’s the rule.” Her tone dropped a decibel, she conspired, pinching her forefinger and thumb. “I mean I’m supposed to say that, but you can push it a little…”

“Raven, I’m an independent contractor.”

Faintly, she wondered why he needed to mention that. “Meaning? You have a stricter deadline than I do -” He brushed a raven lock, tenderly gazing at her as he did so. “Wally…! What if someone sees you…”

“Today’s my last day, Raven.”

“What?” The pale girl ripped away, violently. “No." She bit out. Raven tried to slow and soften the harshness. "I… don’t understand.”

“My contract ended.” Wally explained. “And they decided not to extend it.”

“But,” She argued, knowing it was futile. “Surely there’s something we can do, or I can do.”

After all, what was the point of working in her department all these years? What was the point if she couldn’t help a friend?

“Raven, don’t worry about me.” He slid closer. “It’s alright, I’m needed elsewhere.”

“So that’s it.” Raven lifted her head.

“I’ll be packing up tonight…” Wally continued in a normal register. She wished he wouldn’t. “If you wanted to help…”

The wind picked up, night colored tendrils blew back in frigidity. The ice in the air surrounding her body was as cold as the ice overcoming her heart. It was painful enough that he was going. Leaving her. Helping to carry out the process would be cruel. “I don’t think I can do that, Wally.”

“I understand… But now, I can do this...” He eyed her closely. His bluish-green eyes memorized her face, at last, her lips. With enough films and sappy television in her repertoire, she knew what was next.

Two parted pillowy lips advanced, angling downward. Raven stood on her tiptoes, stretching her body to sun. His warmth drew her nearer to his atmosphere. This was it. The moment she had only dreamed of… She shut her heavy lids, just as his mouth, stung by the chill, veered…into her forehead.

“Let’s go back… to the office.”

The cool wind whistled and Raven was stung.

All over again.

“I’ll - meet you up there.” She stepped back. “I need a moment.”

As soon as he had disappeared out of sight, Raven started to walk. The other way. To the train. To go home. She felt sick after all.

A half day only seemed appropriate.

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captainenjolras · 4 years

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2 cap quartet or stevebucky

Of course! I’m gonna do the Cap quarter if that’s ok! This is based off an actual thing that happened to me lol

Baking should be fun. It should be easy, relaxing, and fun. Just fun. Not stressful, hard, and exhausting. It all started off good, but slowly everything began to fall apart.

“Ok, so preheat the oven to 350° for me, Sam.”

“You’ve got it.”

“Awesome; Nat, can you get out the ingredients?”

“Already did.”

“Great; Bucky, do you have the instructions pulled up?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Ok,” exclaimed Steve, clapping his hands together happily, “lets bake! What first?”

“It says we need to start making the batter.”

“Alright, what do we need to do that?”

“We need two eggs,” started Natasha, peering over Bucky’s shoulder, “1/4 of water, and 1/8 of oil.”

“And we have all of that?”

“Right by the toaster.”

Sam picked up all the ingredients and made his way over to the bowl.

“Watch it, muscles,” mumbled Bucky. “You’re gonna break all the eggs.”

“I’m being careful,” mumbled back Sam.

“You’re literally balancing the carton on top of the cake mix!”

“I’m being careful!”

“Hey,” interjected Nat, “no fighting in my kitchen!”

Sam smirked at Bucky, who crossed his arms with a huff. Steve but a gentle arm around him as their boyfriend passed, giving him light kiss on the forehead. Hopefully the two would get along for the rest of the day and they’d all be able to enjoy some cupcakes in piece.

After Nat poured the mix and the eggs into the bowl, she reached for the oil. Something topped her, however.

“What’s up, Nat?”

“It said 1/4 of water and 1/8 of oil?”

“Yep.”

“...That doesn’t sound right.”

“How come?”

“I just,” she said, scratching her head, “feel like that’s wrong.”

“It says right here that it’s right.”

“I know, I know; but...maybe just...let’s just see how it feels.”

The woman poured in the water and the oil hesitantly. When both were in, she bit her lip.

“...I don’t think that’s enough.”

She grabbed the bottle of oil and began to pour more.

“Whoa,” exclaimed Sam, reaching for the oil. “What are you doing?”

“I think it needs more!”

“But the instructions said-“

“Yeah, I know; but it doesn’t feel right- Bucky? Can you get some more water?”

“Sure.”

“Bucky don’t-“

“Thank you.”

Nat poured in the full cup of water as Sam and Steve watched in horror.

“Let me see if it tastes right,” said Bucky, making his way over and picking up the whisk for a taste. He stood thinking for a minute after before pulling a face.

“It needs more sugar.”

“Buck,” started Sam, “we don’t need to add sugar; it’s not homemade cake mix.”

“He’s right,” said Nat after taking her own taste of the batter. “‘Needs sugar.”

“Guys, it doesn’t nee-“

“How much do you think,” asked Bucky, turning to his girlfriend.

“It doesn’t need any-“

“Try a cup.”

“A cup,” exclaimed Sam. “That’s way to much!”

“Oh, hush,” teased Nat, pouring in the cup.

Sam turned to Steve, who really had no clue what to do. After a while, it was just Bucky and Nat adding unnecessary ingredients to the watery mix.

“Ok,” smiled Nat, looking down at the mess in the bowl. “I think it’s good!”

“How about you and Bucky go relax while me and Sam finish the rest,” insisted Steve.

“How come?”

“Well, I mean...you two did most of the mixing.”

“Fine; but you two better not ice them without us.”

“We won’t; go relax.”

Bucky and Nat made their way to the living room, chatting about their work. Steve turned to Sam, who was cringing at the “batter” that sat on his counter.

“...Should we toss it?”

“...Let’s just...try.”

“What? Babe, we both know that this isn’t gonna bake. Look at it! It’s literally just liquid!”

“What if...what if we add flour to it? Make it lore solid?”

“...Do you think that’s gonna work?”

“I don’t know, but it sounds like it should.”

“Alright,” sighed Sam, “let’s try.”

Steve opened the bag of flour that was in the cabinet and began to pour it in.

“Do you think that’s enough?”

“...Maybe add some mire just to be safe.”

Sam watched as his boyfriend kept emptying the bag into bowl.

“Sam, that was like half the bag.”

“Seriously? What did they do that made it this watery?!”

“I don’t know, Bucky poured in, like, three cups.”

“Three?!”

“Maybe two- look, let’s just try, ok?”

“...If it explodes, I’m not cleaning it up.”

“If it exploded they’ll clean it, ok?”

“...Fine. I’ll get the tin.”

After Steve and Sam has poured the disgusting mix into the cupcake tin, they put it in the oven, praying that it would actually bake. Once it was in, the two went to go sit with their boyfriend and girlfriend in the living room.

“Are they in,” asked Nat, who was resting on Bucky’s chest, watching TV.

“You bet,” responded Steve, taking his place on the couch and letting Bucky rest his feet on his lap. Sam curled in next to them, resting his head on Steve’s shoulder.

“If I get food poising,” he whisper into Steve’s ear, “I will never forgive you.”

Steve smirked before pressing a kiss to a grinning Sam’s nose and turning his attention to the TV screen.

After about a half hour, the timer on the oven went off, causing Bucky and Nat to spring up in excitement.

“They’re done!”

“Ok,” laughed Sam, “let’s go check them out.”

Bucky and Nat instantly ran to the kitchen, Steve and Sam close behind them. Once Steve opened the oven, smoke poured into the room.

“Whoa,” exclaimed Nat, pulling him back by the back of his shirt.

“Did they burn?”

When the smoke cleared, Steve tried again to see, this time opening the door slowly. He looked isnide, expecting to see the worse, and...

“They’re perfect!”

Bucky and Nat high-fived as Sam and Steve stared in disbelief. Did it actually work?

“...Ok,” said Steve, a smile returning to his face. “Let’s let them cook for a minute before frosting them!”

Nat and Bucky frantically searched the fridge for the various icing flavors they had bought the night before. Steve and Sam stood off to the side, watching the whole thing.

“I can’t believe that actually worked,” whispered Sam.

“I didn’t expect it to...lucky us, I guess.”

Soon enough, the cupcakes were frosted and on a plate in the living room.

“Ok,” announced Nat, holding a pink frosted cupcake in the air, “three, two, one...”

The four took a bite out of each of there own cupcakes in celebration. Instead of tasting the deliciousness of cupcakes, however, they tasted...

“...Nothing?”

Nat took another bite, confused.

“They...don’t have a taste?”

Sam saw Bucky’s posture drop a bit in defeat.

“That’s so weird,” he said through a mouth of food. “I don’t get it? We followed the instructions.”

“...I feel like I messed it up,” sighed Nat, putting down her cupcake and resting her chin in her hands, “I’m sorry guys.”

Bucky put an arm around her, resting his head on her shoulder as he did. Steve turned to Sam, not knowing what to do.

“Hey...Nat-“

“Well,” interrupted Sam, who was reaching towards the plate, “I think they’re good!”

“But they have no taste,” said a confused Natasha, looking at her smiling boyfriend.

“Doesn’t mean they’re not good,” he smiled, taking a bite out of a misshapen, blue frosted one.

“...I think so, too,” added Steve, taking his own from the plate. Nat stared at them as they bogged down the food.

“...A-are you serious?”

“Yeah,” exclaimed Sam, “the texture is awesome!”

Nat and Bucky looked at each other before slowly reaching for their own cupcakes. Bucky bit into his, thinking as he did.

“...I guess they’re not terrible,” admitted Nat, turning to see Bucky’s reaction.

“...I think I have to agree; I mean, I’ve had worse.”

“They’re really good, guys,” soothed Steve, who had just finished his second one.

“...Ok,” shrugged Nat, smile n a it as she did.

“Ok.”

“Cheers, guys.”

“Cheers,” said everyone in unison, holding they’re cakes in the air before eating the rest.

Hdhfhfkgklglgg I feel like that was really bad. I’m sorry I’m not used to sharing my writing. But I hope you liked it!

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hueylengyong15 · 2 months

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Everything I did at Pavilion Damansara Heights.

Since it was the third day of CNY last week, I decided to go for an exploration around the soft opening of the mall. When we first arrived at the MRT station, I saw an advertisement promoting new restaurants that caught my attention to try them one day after its grand opening.

After exiting the car park, we used the escalator to go up to the first floor, I saw a giant red teddy bear holding a pink heart that said LOVE for Valentine's Day. Before stopping for food, I noticed an important Chinese Calligraphy banner quoted "The illusion of high humming is suitable for the eyes" which defines my mind for important things in the future as I work hard for this semester.

For lunch, I decided to eat at OMI Japanese Wagyu restaurant for an early Valentine's Day celebration since this holiday was coming up on Wednesday. I ordered the Grapefruit Yuzu soda which was sweet and sour with the fruity blueberries on top.

I tried their Signature Wagyu Udon which came with an excellent onsen egg and Black Pepper dressing. The sauce was delicious and tasty giving it a peppery kick. As for the wagyu, it was cooked to perfection as I was dipping the meat in the beef broth.

As for my father, he ordered the torched tofu rice bowl with a fish roe topped with onsen egg, edamame, red pickled radish, spring onions, Furikake (rice seasoning), and a black truffle sauce that was super savory and nutty that helped balance the flavor to the tofu. After taking a bite, the tofu was bouncy which was accompanied by the delicious ingredients that were added to the meal.

A side dish that we also tried was the Fried Okayama Oysters with their homemade sauce. The deep-fried oyster was completely coated with panko which gave it a good taste which topped it all up with a healthy piece of lettuce, white carrots, and purple cabbage strips.

Overall, I would recommend this Japanese restaurant because it has a peaceful atmosphere, fancy light decorations, and authentic wagyu for everyone to enjoy if they are interested in trying it.

After lunch, I went to the exhibition display filled with CNY decorations. I saw a Cherry Blossom memo tree filled with people's wishes in their memos. After seeing the tree filled with notes, I decided to write a wish that quoted, "May Everyone have a good CNY for this year!"

Once I wrote my wish on a small piece of paper, I hung it up on the artificial tree branch, so that people would prosper and live a longer life. My favorite part of this CNY expo was photographing a picture of the pretty, giant flower with a white pearl on top that reminded me of the National Flower of Malaysia.

Before heading back to the train station from Bandar Utama, we stopped at the PAUL French Cafe to get the Orange Brioche for the Lunar New Year festival. Unfortunately, the waiter at this establishment told me that the pastry was sold out due to the Valentine's Day celebration happening this Wednesday.

Luckily, I ordered a heart-shaped Brioche with a cup of PAUL's Hot Chocolate and a mini-Madeleine sponge cake. The Brioche was fluffy and soft, especially the chocolate icing that gave a sweet taste which made me fascinated about visiting Candyland.

I tried their famous Hot Chocolate, and it was chocolatey and sweet which gave it a rich cacao taste with the added sugar inside the drink. I also love the cozy interior that reminded me of an aesthetic French cafe in Paris which I planned to go there one day during the summer break.

Although some of the stores were not fully opened yet. I'm very grateful that I tried new foods and took a lot of photos in the exhibition that excited me the most during this trip. Hopefully, in a few months, the management team will construct the biggest movie theater for everyone to watch.

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plutoisaplanet16 · 4 years

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21 Reasons to Love Someone

(Damien Haas x reader)

#1. Their Smile

Word count: 1,644

Warnings: none (SFW)

Buy me a coffee

Two words: Defy Media.

At first excitement coursed Damien’s being as he thought about the prospect of having a job where he could sit around and play games all day. However, it did not take him long to feel the same way everybody else in the office did. You knew the pressure took a toll on him when the first thing he did after work was sleep. Damien’s personality shined through on camera, but being the entertaining ball of sunshine for so many videos each day overwhelmed him. When he came home he would say a mindless “hello y/n” and perhaps jokingly say “hello my baby geese” to Freyja and Zelda, but after that he would close the door to the bedroom and plop down on the bed. Sometimes he wouldn’t even bother to take his shoes off. Usually you would just leave him alone for a couple hours until you finished making dinner or the postmate had arrived.

“How was work?” you would ask as you handed him his meal.

He would always tell you, “It was good, but I won’t go into detail. Too much happened today; I’ll probably miss something if I try to tell you.”

Damien would always laugh it off and pretend like it was nothing, but you knew better than to buy into his nightly act. After nearly a year and half of dating, you knew what Damien did when something bothered him. Comedy was his coping mechanism, but after the bright laughter ceased, his face fell into a blank expression: the sparkle in his eyes dulled, his normally rosy complexion seemingly drained in an instant, and lastly, silence filled the room. It was quite frankly the most bizarre phenomenon to behold. All you wanted to do was grab his soft face and kiss his forehead to try and convince him that everything would work out, but this wasn’t a fanfiction or a cheesy romantic comedy. People are more complicated than that.

So that’s how you ended up awake at 3:17 a.m. scouring the internet for Harry Potter house robe cat costumes. Your dry eyes and blurry vision did not deter you from finding that one Esty shop that would grant you wish. Was each costume going to be $45 plus shipping? Yes. But did that stop you? No. This was a mission of love, and for Damien, you would go any distance to see that adorable goober genuinely smile.You were just about to place the order when Damien’s arm pulled you closer into his chest as he looked over your shoulder. Without thinking, you stupidly threw your phone across the room. Luckily it landed in a soft, plushy chair in the corner of the room.

“Y/n, what was that about?” Damien shook his head.

You struggled to find an answer, “Um...uh...”

“Do I even want to know?” he chuckled, “As long as it’s not Tinder I don’t care enough to lose any more sleep.”

“I would never cheat on you!” you exclaimed.

He sleepily mumbled, “I know. I’m too sexy.”

You laughed to yourself as you left the bed to go retrieve your hopefully-not-cracked-phone. You quickly placed the order and crawled back into bed. It was rare that Damien ever complimented himself like that. It reminded you of the Damien you knew before Defy... the Damien who ruffled his hair and smoldered at the camera for a selfie. It was so nice to hear Damien still have his moments of confidence. It gave you hope that your plan would actually work.

5:15 pm. It was almost time.

You had just finished making dinner, and you rushed to set the table neatly. To be honest, what you made shouldn’t even really be considered dinner because it was more or less a buffet of different movie food such as: M&Ms, twizzlers, chips and homemade dip, tiny sandwiches, and of course popcorn. You arranged them into a deliciously looking spread in the finest plastic bowls the dollar store had to offer. (Neither one of you would really want to do dishes anyway.) Once it looked perfect you turned towards the living room to hunt down Freyja and Zelda. You had the costumes neatly folded on the top of the grey, cloth couch. Luckily Freyja was napping on the cushion below them; you petted her gently and unfolded her Ravenclaw house robes. She yawned and stretched right as you were about to wake her. Her eyes fluttered open, and she sniffed the robe. Freyja backed away and her big, glossy eyes moved back and forth between you and the costume.

“It’s for Daddy, okay? Work with me here, please Freyja.”

She meowed back like she understood, and from then on she was compliant. Next, you had to hunt down Zelda. It honestly amazed you how well that chonky cat could hide. You called out her name for what felt like forever until you yelled that Damien would be home soon. A small meow came from underneath the couch.

“Just what am I to you guys?”

Zelda came out and before she even knew what was happening, you squeezed her into her Hufflepuff robes, “Finally.”

Everything was almost perfect; the last thing you had to do was put on your own house robes and get all eight Harry Potter movies out of storage. Sure you would never be able to finish them all in one night, but both of you would give it a valiant attempt. Digging the movies out of the bin would prove to be a challenge because both of you were giant nerds that for some reason decided to just throw all your nerdiness into several boxes and NOT label them. In the fourth of six boxes is where you found the first three movies, and the rest were at the bottom of the fifth box. You decided that after all this was over you and Damien were sure to be doing some serious decluttering for the next week or so. Meanwhile, you had to go light some spooky looking candles, somehow avoid going ahead and digging into the scrumptious food, and put the first DVD in the console.

As the first movie finally loaded, Damien unlocked the door and walked in, “It smells like a theatre in here. What happ-”

He stopped dead in his tracks when saw you with the Sorting Hat on your head and your Harry Potter robes. His face was full of wonder and confusion as he took a couple seconds to slowly look around and examine his surroundings. He giggled at the spooky yet romantic lighting as well as Hedwig’s Theme rattling the walls of the apartment. You hoped you two wouldn’t get noise complaints...again. Damien walked closer towards you, but soon Freyja and Zelda ambushed him by rubbing themselves up against his legs.

He looked down in disbelief, “Freyja...Zelda? Y/n?”

“I’m glad you know all our names,” you teased.

“What is all this? Their costumes? The candles? The food? Harry Potter?” he sat down on the floor next to you.

“Listen Damien, I know something has been up with you these past couple of weeks. I know you love Smosh and your job, and it doesn’t make sense to me why you would be hiding how you really feel from me,” you said.

“Y/n,” he sighed, “It’s complicated, okay? Half the time I don’t even know what’s going through my head when it comes to talking about my day. You are right. I love my job, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. However, I’m having a tough time right now. There are a lot of videos we film in one day, and for someone like me it can easily become too much. The biggest issue is our parent company itself never listening to us; it is so frustrating. I don’t like spreading that kind of negativity so I shove it away, but it seems it has still affected you. It’s hard for me to talk about, and honestly, I just want to figure it out on my own. I don't want to bring you down with me.”

You were kind of hurt that he didn’t feel comfortable telling you everything but you had to respect him, “It’s okay Damien. I won’t push you, but please let me in on some things. I hate sitting here watching you be miserable not being able do a single thing about it. I want to help you, and that’s why I did all this. Sometimes you walk in here, and it’s like I don’t even know who I am looking at. I believe you will find your footing at Smosh, and everyone will soon adore you. I know it didn’t take me long to fall in love with you.”

Damien blushed, “Oh really?”

He smiled. He actually smiled. It was a complete 100% authentic goofy Damien smile that spread from ear to ear. He felt happiness deep down inside because of you, and that is all you could ever ask for. Being the ooey-gooey romantic person you are, you threw yourself onto him and gave him a big kiss on the forehead. No, that kiss wouldn’t really fix much, but it made both of your hearts melt. When you pulled away you looked at his face again; he was still smiling, but it wasn’t the same as it was a moment ago. Instead of bright and bubbly, it was a small adoring grin. His eyes bore into yours, and it was like everything else around you two disappeared.

“Y/n?” he asked.

You answered, “Yes?”

He pulled you into his chest and tightly wrapped his arms around you. His soft heartbeat became like white nose to you, “How come you fell in love with me so fast?”

You pulled away from him and kissed his lips, “How could I not with that smile of yours?”

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Hello! This is my first Smosh fanfiction I have ever wrote. I’m not new to the fanfiction writing world. I’ve had two wattpad accounts and even wrote on a BTS fan app for a while. I dropped this hobby of mine to focus on my senior year of high school. Recently though I have come back to writing due to being stuck in the house and my school year being pretty much over. I decided to start this prompt series because I was bored and itching to write something again. I hope you all have enjoyed this short imagine. It is part one of a twenty-one part prompt list that I have made up myself.

This specific list will, for now, only include past and present Smosh members, but if you would like to see any of these prompts for other fictional characters or real people please let me know in my inbox! I have no requests, and I would certainly love some. Thank you all for reading this!

#smosh #smosh pit #smosh damien #smosh games #harry potter #damien haas #damien #fanfic #fanfiction #damien haas x reader #smosh fanfic #smosh fandom #smosh fanfiction #smosh games fanfic #smosh games x reader #smosh games fanfiction #damien haas fanfic #Damien haas fanfiction

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gingeryginseng · 4 years

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Strawberry Cheesecake

A buttery biscuit base and a deliciously sweet filling, this no-bake strawberry cheesecake is adorned with freshly whipped cream and ripe strawberries. It is the ultimate dessert and centrepiece for tea time treats or special occasions.

Truth be told, growing up I was never a huge cheesecake eater. I’d always look over it for something more chocolately and stodgy if there was an option (I am more than receptive to a slice or two of chocolate cake!).

Whether it is because this is my first cheesecake make, or simply because I adore strawberries, this creation was a very early make in my baking journey but one I always compare subsequent bakes to! Undeniably, one of my most favourite makes (and food photography attempts) ever!

Whilst my love for this recipe is more than apparent, what actually makes it so special? I love how soft and creamy the filling is in comparison to more traditionally dense cheesecakes. I think this can be attributed to the fact I used low fat cream cheese (as dairy is a thickening agent). This, along with the deliciously light and fluffy cream, beautifully melted into the biscuit base which is light and chewy (I personally prefer a more chewy and cookie-like base to a crumbly one. However, any type of biscuit can be used to accommodate for your own preference. Ultimately, it is your creation - experiment and make it your own!).

This is a no-bake and no-egg cheesecake - this should hopefully appeal to more of you lazy bakers or those with dietary requirements. Unfortunately, however, I am afraid this is not a vegan make due to the inclusion of dairy and gelatin to help the cake set. But I have seen recipes whereby non-dairy cream cheese and coconut milk are used to achieve similar results! I have even seen ones made from cashews and almonds!

But how can I forget the pièce de résistance - the strawberries! The homemade purée is the perfect blend of sharp and sweet sensations. Poured within the area of the cream and strawberries, this delightfully added a pop of colour and more interest to my presentation. I love decorating my cakes with fruit - the halved strawberries tasted so fresh and added a bite to the otherwise melt-in-your-mouth filling.

I could continue to write paragraphs and paragraphs of self-appraisal for this make (I am very modest, I know!) but to reiterate, this cake was so easy and so gratifying to make! So let’s just jump into how I did it!

Ingredients:

Cheesecake

150g Biscuits (I used chocolate chip cookies but digestives are another good option!)

75g Melted Butter (adjust as appropriate - I prefer using more butter in order to achieve a more chewy, and less crumbly, base)

200g (Vegan) Cream Cheese

90g Sour cream / Yoghurt / Mascarpone (this can be substituted for more cream cheese but this makes for a creamier recipe)

30g Sugar

30g Milk

6g Gelatin / 4 table spoons of Corn starch

130g Strawberry purée

300ml Double Cream / Coconut Cream

45g Icing Sugar

Fresh Strawberries to decorate

Strawberry purée

200g Strawberries

30g Sugar

10g Lemon Juice

Directions:

Line a cake tin with parchment paper.

Crush the biscuits into fine crumbs and add the melted butter. Combine and press into the cake tin. (You can either leave aside or bake for 15minutes at 180C to harden the base. If doing so, please allow time for the base and tin to cool down.)

In a large bowl, combine the sour cream and cream cheese. Add sugar and mix completely.

In a separate bowl, combine the milk and gelatin. Mix this over a second bowl of hot water to dissolve any gelatin crystals. When done, add this to the cream cheese mix and combine until creamy. Set aside.

To make the strawberry purée, add sugar and lemon juice to chopped strawberries in a saucepan. Bring to a high heat until the mixture is bubbling. Then blend this into a purée.

Add two thirds of the purée to the cheesecake batter and mix.

In a separate bowl, whisk double cream and icing sugar together til thick. Combine 200g of the whipped cream with the cheesecake mix. Refrigerate the remaining cream for later use.

Pour the cheesecake mix on top of the biscuit base in the cake tin. Freeze til set for an hour or two.

Now this is the fun part - decorating! Do so as you please but for my cheesecake, I piped florets of double cream along the circumference of the cake (I used a 2D closed star piping tip). I then placed halved strawberries on top of the cream, and the remaining purée within the icing. (Other decorative suggestions may include drizzling melted white chocolate, using dried frozen strawberries or even making a strawberry jelly with the remaining purée and gelatin. Either way, have fun with it!)

Bon appétit.

Notes:

*Recipe adapted from HidaMari Cooking.

*Photos by me.

#strawberry #cheesecake #dessert #homemade #easyrecipes #serves: 12 #time: 2 hours #vegan

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“Mari!”

Marinette tried to turn, but her body–where was she?

“La Mariquita!”

She watched as a little girl ran up to her, throwing herself around Marinette’s legs.

She watched as her body–of its own volition–moved, gloved hand going down to stroke the girl’s face.

The girl smiled, pressing her face into her hand.

She looked up at Marinette, and begin to speak

The language she spoke was not French, but Marinette understood it all the same.

I’m so glad you’re ok! She said. My mama and papa said they saw you running earlier and they were worried for you.

Marinette’s brow furrowed

But how would she respond?

How did you get out little one? The words formed on her lips before she had time to ponder further.

The girl smiled. I snuck out the back door when mama wasn’t looking to come and see if you were alright.

She pursed her lips. Iappreciate your concern little one, but your mama and papa must be worried sick. We should get you back home.

The little girl nodded, and Marinette hoisted up in her arms.

The girl giggled, and Marinette took off.

The smell of gunpowder filled the air, and she came to an abrupt stop.

Marinette moved towards a nearby window.

She stared at the reflection, hands moving to smooth her long black hair, to re-pin the rose behind her ear.

Her eyes flicked over her shoulder, where two men stood in the streets. She continued to pretend to preen, flicking a nonexistent piece of dirt from her frock.

Marinette–no, La Mariquita–wore a red and black off the shoulder dress, similar to the ones she’d seen flamenco dancers wearing. But instead of heels or flats, she wore knee high, black leather boots, and long, elegant gloves, the red standing out against her brown skin.

The little girl shifted in her arms. Why did we stop?

La Mariquita smiled down at her. Apologies little one. She deposited her on the ground behind a stack of crates. Stay here, and stay out of sight. I’ll be right back.

The little girl nodded. I will, I promise.

Mariquita took out her yoyo.

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Alya lay on the ground, twisting the bracelet around her wrist. The sun had long since come up, and Marinette showed no signs of stirring.

She closed her eyes again, savoring the sun filtering in through the window.

Her stomach growled.

She opened an eye, and pulled up her phone.

Alya sat up. It was already one in the afternoon. She grabbed her glasses, and opened the trapdoor to the kitchen, doing her best to make sure it didn’t creak.

She headed downstairs, grabbing a plate from the cabinet, and opened the fridge.

---

Marinette perched on the roof.

She scanned her surroundings, savoring the way the cool night air nipped at the little bit of her skin that was exposed.

A chunk of hair fell into her eyes and she batted it back, shoving it back under her cowl with a huff.

Her eyes involuntarily narrowed, focusing on someone on the path below her.

There.

The man walked below her, hand on the butt of the katana sheathed at his side.

Marinette–no, Tentomushi–crouched, and padded across the roof, following the man.

Her soft tunic and trousers left her movements unencumbered, which she appreciated.

She dropped down behind him, marveling at how little sound her landing made.

The man walked into an alleyway.

She followed, moving her left hand back.

Marinette noted the wicked looking contraption on her hand. If she’d had control of her body, she would have flinched.

It was three blades, lined up with her knuckles, like one of the heroes from those comics Alya lent her as “beginner’s readings.”

She examined her reflection in the blades. Sharp black eyes peered back at her. The eyes flicked back up towards the man, and her hands pulled out the yoyo, pulling the line taut between her hands.

Her stomach sank.

This would not end well for him.

---

Alya took butter, a green bell pepper, an onion, a carton of eggs, and a container of rice out of the fridge.

She scooped the rice into a bowl, put a damp paper towel over it, and placed it in the microwave.

Alya opened up the cabinet next to the oven, and pulled out a pan.

She grabbed a knife and a spatula from a drawer, and a cutting board from the cabinet over the stove. After washing off the bell pepper, she cut it in half, and diced the half. She coarsely chopped the onion.

Setting that aside, she placed the pan on the stove.

Turning on the heat, she cut off a knob of butter from the stick, and put it in the pan to melt. Once the butter had melted, she put the onions in the pan.

When they started to become translucent, she took them back out, cracking two eggs into the pan.

She paused.

Another two eggs went into the pan.

She broke the yolks and swirled the eggs around, but the side crumpled, ruining the omelet.

Cursing, she broke up the eggs.

Guess we’re making a scramble,” she said.

She unceremoniously dumped her peppers and onions into the pan, and pushed them around to cook.

While they were cooking, she cleaned the cutting board and knife, and tidied up her workspace.

Once the eggs were almost fully solidified, she put a dash of salt on them.

The microwave chimed, and she pulled out the bowl of rice, depositing half of the scramble on top.

The other half went onto her plate.

She grabbed a tray, and placed the bowl, a pair of chopsticks, and a glass of orange juice on it.

Grabbing the tray, she carefully ascended the stairs to Marinette’s room.

She popped open the trapdoor, and placed the tray on Marinette’s desk, then went back downstairs to grab her plate.

When she returned, Marinette’s whole room smelled like peppers and rice, but Marinette still slept like a log.

Alya smiled to herself.

That girl could sleep through the apocalypse.

She grabbed the tray from Marinette’s desk, and climbed up onto her bed, sitting at the edge.

Balancing the tray on her lap, she took Marinette by the shoulder.

“Hey sleepyhead, it’s time to wake up.”

Marinette groaned, and turned over. “Five more minutes,” she mumbled.

“Well I guess I’ll have to eat this homemade breakfast all by myself,” Alya replied.

Marinette looked over her shoulder, bleary eyes struggling to focus on her friend.

“What’dyoumake?”

“Egg scramble and rice.”

Marinette sat up, rubbing her eyes.

Alya placed the tray in her lap.

“Oh this looks delicious Alya,” Marinette said.

She hesitated.

Alya sighed. “But,”

“Do you mind getting me something sweet to go with it? I feel pretty groggy–” Marinette said, an apologetic smile on her face “–and I think having something with sugar will help.”

Alya nodded. “I’ll go grab you a cookie.”

She went back downstairs and grabbed a chocolate chip cookie from the container on the counter.

Heading back up, she handed it to Marinette, who accepted with a quick “thank you.”

Alya smiled. “Eat up, I’m gonna go clean up the kitchen and I’ll be back.”

Marinette nodded in appreciation, mouth already full of egg.

---

Tikki peeked out, looking at Marinette with bleary eyes. “It was awfully nice of Alya to make you breakfast Marinette,” she said.

Marinette smiled, and handed her the cookie. Tikki took a massive bite.

“Sorry I didn’t feed you last night, I was just–”

“–tired.” Tikki swallowed, then looked at Marinette. “You had to manage the power of creation last night. I can deal with being tired for a few hours.”

Marinette fidgeted with her hands.

Tikki tilted her head. “What’s wrong Marinette?”

“I heard everything Alya said when she was akumatized, and,” she pressed her lips together. “She sounded so sad, and so regretful. But–” She cut herself off.

I don’t know if I’m ready to forgive her.

Tikki sighed. “Just because someone is remorseful doesn’t mean you have to forgive them Marinette.” She took another bite of the cookie, then continued.

“I was too hard on you last night. I did not understand why you lashed out. But when we got swapped, I could feel your hurt, and–” she shuddered “–it was so hard to control. I could barely focus. All I could think about was here was this girl who loves my chosen, but is the source of so much of her pain. And I felt betrayed.”

She paused. “Remorseful or not, whether or not you ever choose to forgive her is your decision.”

Marinette chewed on her lip.

Tikki tilted her head. “What is on your mind Marinette? I’d think this topic would have your full attention.”

Marinette sighed. “It would normally, but I had these really weird dre–”

“–Okay, now that that’s taken care of, let me eat my eggs because I am hungry,” Alya said, flinging open the trapdoor and climbing into the room.

Tikki dove back under the covers.

Marinette shoved rice in her mouth, giving a muffled hum of approval.

The two sat in silence while they ate their rice.

“So,” Alya, started. “About last night–”

“–I don’t blame you for what happened.”

Alya looked away.

Marinette sighed. “Look, I’m not going to apologize for what I said last night, I meant it. But…I could have worded it better.”

Alya nodded. “You were right though. What I was describing wasn’t healthy. Us needing one another to function isn’t healthy.”

The two sat in silence.

“Alya I…I’m not sure I’m ready to fully forgive you yet. I love you and I still want to be friends but–”

“–hurt takes time to heal. I get that girl. Take your time.”

Marinette nodded in appreciation.

Alya scratched her neck. “Do you want me to leave?”

“Oh no! I still want to hang out just–”

Sabine knocked on the trapdoor, and popped the door open. “Sorry to interrupt girls, but there’s someone at the door who wanted to check in on Marinette.”

Marinette furrowed her brows. “I’ll be right down.”

Sabine smiled, and closed the trapdoor.

Marinette walked behind her screen and began to get changed.

“I wonder who it is,” Alya said.

“No clue,” Marinette responded. “But if mom came to get me, it’s obviously someone we know. Hopefully it isn’t Adrien, I just–” Marinette sighed. “–I can’t deal with him right now.”

Alya shot up. “I got you girl, I’ll go check.”

She was down the stairs before Marinette could protest.

Marinette hummed, pulling on her jacket.

Alya burst back in.

“It’s Kagami.”

---

The Dupain-Cheng’s had let Kagami into the family room, inviting her to sit down, make herself at home.

She sat on the edge of one of the armchairs, eyeing the plate of cookies they’d set in front of her.

They smelled delicious.

Surely, mother wouldn’t know if she took one–

Marinette came scrambling down the stairs, and Kagami quickly withdrew her hand, standing up to greet her.

“Hello Marinette,” she said, a genuine smile on her face.

Kagami looked behind Marinette and her lip curled.

The reporter had come down with her.

Now, Kagami did not have anything against her per se, but the girl had a habit of shutting down Marinette, being all too nosy about everyone’s personal life, and enabling Lila.

So maybe she did have something against her.

“Hi Kagami! What brings you here?” Marinette’s eyes widened. “Not that I mind you being here, I just am curious if there was anything in particular that brought you over here on this specific day since I know you have fencing practice later and,” Marinette paused. “I’m rambling.”

Kagami smiled again. Another genuine smile! And this one got a smile in return from Marinette!

“It is not a problem. I stopped by to check in on you. I heard about what happened last night–” she willed herself to not look over at Alya. “–and I wanted to check and see how you were holding up. I sent you a text message, but I did not get a response, so I thought I would come over and check in.”

“Oh!” Marinette grabbed her phone from her pocket.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see your message,” she lamented.

“That is quite alright,” Kagami said (though she would admit she was a bit disappointed. She had crafted the perfect emoji chain after all)

Marinette smiled. “I really appreciate you coming over to check on me Kagami. Would you like to come upstairs and hang out with Alya and I?”Kagami looked back and forth between the two girls.

Alya’s face made it clear she was not keen on the idea.

Kagami smiled at Marinette. “I would love to.”

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