#like with eggs you just oil the pan put the egg in and literally just wait

[erikisser]

yes the way riize completely failed in cooking an egg is funny and i laughed abt it too but thinking about it for even 0.2 secs longer you realize how sad it actually is that 4 grown ass men don't know how to cook an egg, one of the easiest things to do in the kitchen

#send them back to their mamas for some basic skills lessons i guess #i don't wanna suck the fun out of it but it always amazes me how many idols can't even do the simplest thing in the kitchen #and we all pretend it's cute and fun #😅😅 #like with eggs you just oil the pan put the egg in and literally just wait #but alas #000

[scarletwinterxx]

i don't know how to make eggs - mark lee scenario

I just had to😂 GO STREAM GOLDEN HOUR! it's sooooo good😭😭anyways, so this one is a prolouge of the 'mark lee dad au' you can read it here:

part1: day with dad mark lee

part2: another day with dad mark lee

part3: a day with the lee's

part4: (prologue) i don't know how to make eggs

part5: glitter pens and goodnight kisses with the Lee's

part6: first love and kisses

part7: naps and baby kicks

part8: then there was three

part9: just like you

if you have a request or scenario you want me to do, just send me a message I'll see what I can do😊💌

For my other works you can check them out here, and for my other story series’ you can check them out here.

All works are copyrighted ©scarletwinterxx 2023 . Do not repost, re-write without the permission of author.

(gif not mine, credits to rightful owner)

"Mark, babe what are you doing?"

You just woke up again after having rough morning, the morning sickness has been kicking your ass for weeks. Most of your AM has been spent with you feeling so sick, not really able to keep everything except for one thing.

"Making eggs, you can eat that right?" Mark looks over at you, taking in your appearance. In his eyes, you're so beautiful right now wearing his shirt, your pregnant tummy showing.

You see him standing by the stove with a spatula in one hand. Oh your poor adorable husband. Standing in the middle of the kitchen looking like a lost kitten.

"You don't know how to cook eggs" you told him, walking over to him to hug him. Immediately Mark returns the hug, he feels your growing belly against him making him grin. In just a few months, it will be the three of you.

"No but it's the least I could do for you"

"You do enough"

"Nonsense. This is nothing compared to you carrying our child, you're literally growing a human" he exclaims, feeling you chuckle before stepping out of his embrace. Kissing him on the cheek before taking the spatula from him.

"Yes, and your little human here only likes eggs. Unlucky for him, his dad doesn't know how to make one" you tease your husband, earning an eyeroll from him

"I'm trying! see I only broke like two"

"Good job" you indulge him, taking few more eggs from the tray to cook for the two of you.

"I'm a big boy, I can cook"

"You can cook as good as I can ride a bike" you tell him, putting oil on the pan he was using. You can feel Mark from behind you, "You don't know how to ride a bike, baby"

"Exactly"

"You're mean, you've never been mean to me. This isn't you, this is pregnancy talking" he says, hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder. You just laugh at his statement.

Mark has always been an attentive partner, it's like he has a 6th sense dedicated only to you. He knows if you need something without even saying it, sometimes he knows it before you do. But after finding out you're pregnant with your first child, his son, he's been extra protective of you.

"And who's fault is it hm?"

"Baby, don't act like I'm the only one at fault here"

"Sure sure" you tease him, he stays there hugging you from behind while you cook eggs. "Okay big boy, think you can handle putting the bread in the toaster?"

He chuckles, letting go of you before getting the bread to do as you said.

"Then set up the table, please. Thank you, love you"

"You're really not letting me cook for you?" You can hear the pout in his voice, just in time you finish cooking. You put it on the plate before facing him, passing it over to him.

"I can do it, don't worry too much. I can still do things you know"

"I know, but still" he says

"Mark baby, trust me you'll be the first one to know if I need help okay? For now, stay out of my kitchen. Nothing good comes out when you go there" you tease him

"The last time we were there, we ended up with kid on the way so I wouldn't say nothing good comes out of it" he counters, a cheeky smile on his face

"Lee Minhyung!" you scold him, hitting him on the shoulder. Mark just laughs as he put food on your plate before his.

"I'll shut up now, now be a good girl and eat. You gotta stay healthy, baby boy's gonna get hungry then you're gonna get hangry"

"I don't get hangry" you tell him defensively, but he might be on the right this time. He raises a brow at you, "You were mad at me yesterday because I ate the last mozzarella stick"

"I was saving it! I was waiting for it the whole day then you ate it, you didn't have to remind me now I want more" you pout, Mark leans close to you. Cupping your cheeks before giving a short but sweet kiss,

"We can get more later, whatever you want name it. I'll get it"

"Be careful with your words, Lee. Your son is craving all sorts of weird foods, you're about to drive miles for it"

"You or him? okay okay him"

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[vxiphoid]

⟢ PASTRY EMPORIUM ━☆ {002.}

✑ twst boys with an s/o who enjoys cooking and what dishes they’d make! theres definitely some favoritism in here… ft. savanaclaw

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LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

your dish is…

COFFEE CAKE !!

♫ APHRODITE - RINI

- you’ve served leona this once bc he was having a bad day and now he demands to make it again with him present. him? oh no, he’s not helping. he’ll watch you. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - leona has no cooking experience whatsoever, never touched a pot or pan in his life but you insist he helps you just a little bit for your aesthetics. he’s staring, hard, in confusion when you hand him a whisk and tell him to combine the eggs, oil, vanilla, and milk together. after a few seconds of staring at each other, you had to stifle a laugh, he looked so awkward…

- you would stand between him and the counter, guiding his hands to mix the ingredients. he was strangely enjoying this, it was domestic, romantic. mushy. but you looked so happy and your eyes sparkled with joy :(<3. also refuses to put the cake in the oven if you don’t agree to at least lay down with him while he naps. you can do whatever you want to do as long as you’re laying down. will never get over the first time you gave him coffee cake and he was weirdly energetic, was it the amount of sugar? you’ll never know.

- the one time he decides to send a letter home is to talk about the absolutely free cooking lessons he’s getting from a little herb’ he managed to rub off on. not that you’re dating him or anything, your just a lil’ herb that gives him kisses. sleeping in the same bed? banish the thought. actually, he’s made an extra coffee cake every time he makes them with you, extra sugar. when you ask, leona claims its nothing, simply made too much batter. he’s actually giving them to cheka, saying that its from you, no hesitation in giving his s/o credit in their amazing cooking.

- once leona improves in making his favorite dessert with you, his tail has a little content sway as he whisks everything together. will never let you mix anything now, he takes it before you can even try. the kitchen is always trashed while you both cook because it somehow turns into a war. both of you covered head to toe in flour and brown sugar. he’s definitely gotten more confident and languid in his cooking skills in such a short time period, you’re so proud :’)

“herbivore, you forgot the vanilla.”

“did you memorize the recipe, leo?”

“no. don’t forget the salt ‘nd i already set out the half cup of milk for you.”

JACK HOWL

your dish is…

BROWNED BUTTER PEAR CRISP !!

♫ BLOSSOM - T. SHAN

- jack has, many times, had to cook for his energetic little siblings so he’s pretty experienced in the kitchen. once he saw you happily feeding his siblings and he almost fainted, baby fever was through the roof. now he frequently cooks with you, with his siblings around most of the time. that day he got to see you in such a different light he needed to see it again even if that means hearing childish ewie’s in the background when he kisses you. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ - he was already head over heels when you started bring him sliced pears while he works out so why not try cooking with you and seeing how you do certain things compared to him. jack most likely takes inspiration from making this snack with you.

- literally loves how you would see if his siblings approve of the dish before actually giving it to him like he wasn’t gonna love it anyway.

- he’s such a gentleman in the kitchen, taking over when you get tired, making sure you don’t burn or injure yourself, down to cleaning your hands when you get oatmeal on them :(. sometimes he would have trouble on the measurements of certain ingredients so you have to help him with that. his favorite part is topping his plate with the ice cream, may not be very healthy but manne who cares? he’s spending time with you <3

“hey, baby? how much brown sugar do i add to this?”

“a cup, jackie”

“i knew that then, i just hesitated…”

RUGGIE BUCCHI

your dish is…

S’MORE DONUT SANDWICH !!

♫ THAT I MISS YOU - VANSIRE

- ruggie is completely obvious when it comes to cooking. watched his grandma cook, like, once. willingly lets you teach him though, long as you get to hold his hands, you must thoroughly help him. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ - genuinely surprised when you came up to him with a glorious plate of donuts. what are these for? free food? why? his birthday’s in april, its may🤨. you can literally see the cogs in his brain turning as his gaze flickers between you and the donuts. INSISTS you feed him a bite, and UGHH KISS THE CHEF. the most delicious thing he’s had in the past four months besides rlly good dandelion seeds, dare he say your donuts are slightly better than his gammy-gam’s😧😧.

- sly little bastard most definitely flirts with you n gets you all embarrassed so he can dip his finger in the bowl of the melted chocolate. he’s so patient though! you literally just stare at him focusing, does the little thing where his tongue sticks out from his mouth in concentration <3 the recipe doesnt call for whipped cream, but he loves whipped cream. please make little hearts on top of his donuts with whipped cream :(

- the type to absolutely become the most feral in the kitchen, energy, life, laughter, the fun never stops. he has the biggest potty mouth (twin) does not hold back. even when hes pouring the chocolate on the donut and the tiniest drop gets on the counter, its just “shit >:[“ he does stupid things and also learns new things from you everyday.

- this one time, you showed him that if you warm up a jumbo marshmallow, you could eat about three times more than the original size and he was like :O!! never eats marshmallows the same anymore. ruggie puts like four on a plate, they grow so big it sticks to the top of the microwave. still eats it though, tops it like it was a big gourmet meal, a win is a win‼️ fiwb!!!!😭😭

“no fuckin’ shot marshmallows grow in the microwave, they ain’t plants.”

“uh-huh! look at it!”

“HUUUH???”

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[strayflowersstarsandlove]

Okonomyaki (leeminho)

The ache on your lower back and in between your legs really doesn't stop you from climbing on top of the chair and reach for the highest shelve in your cupboard so you can retrieve your two favourite mugs. Because that glorious first sip of coffee after a rather rough night deserves to be from the silliest Pikachu mug or else it is wasted. You grab the bright yellow Pokémon shaped mug and another pink one with a little silver enamel owl depicted on the side, and then turn on both the electric kettle and your coffee machine so you can make yourself coffee and tea for Minho.

Minho. Just thinking of him sends shivers down your whole body, the vivid pictures of your intense night still burning in the back of your head, your muscle memory still making your arms and your legs twitch a little. God. He was a fucking God. He literally looked like some Greek statue of a divinity, he ravaged you in the best way possible. You could not stop thinking about him and and the way his arms muscles flexed and throbbed and the strain and effort on his face giving way to the utter bliss as soon as he relieved himself and the wild look in his eyes and the sounds he made and the way his veins popped to the surface of his skin on his arms and hands as he gripped you and - the loud whistle of the kettle signaling the water's boiling over abruptly makes you snap out of your daydreaming. You chuckle to yourself as you shake your head, only now realizing you were gripping the edge of your kitchen counter for no apparent reason, and proceed to pour the hot water in the pink mug with the little tea bag hanging from it.

After filling up your cup with coffee you sit on the counter top and gently stir the warm, delicious liquid mixing in with the little splash of milk you had preheventively poured in as well, and as soon as you put down the metallic spoon on the marbled surface of your counter you hear light footsteps coming down the hall and soon enough Minho enters the kitchen, still damp hair from the morning shower, a soft smile and tired eyes as he acknowledges you, his stare quickly taking in you just sitting there in just a pair of boy shorts and one of his plushy cardigans he must've left behind sometime ago, "good morning, I made you some tea", you greet him lazily, pointing at the pink steaming cup near the sink, "Oh, tea but no food? You're a princess aren't you? Not just a pillow princess, a real, proper one", he says smirking, picking up the cup with one hand and placing the other on your exposed thigh, then leaning in to kiss you as you giggle and nuzzle against his face, tasting the minty toothpaste on his tongue, breathing in the aftershave and shampoo scent lingering on him, "I'll make us some quick breakfast, are Japanese scallion pancakes okay?", he asks politely and you nod enthusiastically, your mouth already watering in anticipation.

You're not sure if your boyfriend is more skilled in bed or in the kitchen, he moves so swiftly and with so much confidence it seriously makes you question just where and when he learned to be so fucking good in both fields. Alright maybe you were feeling just a little too needy for him, like you just could not get enough of him. He got you wrapped around his finger like that and you secretely loved it. You stare in awe, quietly sipping on your now cold coffee as Minho whips up the eggs and flour in a bowl, his trained arms making fast progress on the batter, his veins bulging out as he cuts up the scallion, his strong hands pressing down the blunt, smooth edge of the knife as he chops up his ingredients and expertly flings them in the frying pan. There's just something about his prominent muscles and his black tshirt moving against his torso as he sautees the pancakes, flipping them up and down with just a twist of his wrist, the focused look on his face as he checks the fire and oil crackling around the food: "those look incredible, you look incredible, you know that?".

You chew on the inside of your lip, eyeing your breakfast being elegantly plated right in front of you as Minho smirks, he cleans up the edges of your plate with a paper napkin and wiggles his eyebrows suggestively," mmh thank you sweet cheeks", he stands in between your legs dangling from the counter and then cuts up a piece of pancake and feeds you, placing his arms at your sides so you're basically trapped in between him and the counter, he stares at you expectantly, his lips slightly parted and his eyes intent on your face, "mas-iss-eo? Is it delicious?". An explosion of flavour and earthy richness settles in your mouth and you nod frantically, your eyes almost rolling to the back of your head as to emphasize just how good it tastes, "I'm hiring you as my private chef, these are just as incredible as they looked", you finally say after swallowing down the last piece of food. Minho clicks his tongue on his palate and cuts up another piece of pancake, stabbing it with the fork and bringing it up to your lips, "are you not gonna eat breakfast with me? ", you ask confusedly and he smriks again, directly placing the food in your mouth and then proceeding to kiss your jugular right as you swallow, "oh I am gonna eat. I'm just having a little appetizer first",he whispers along your collarbone which he kisses ever so slowly.

You wish you had the time to react but before you can even realise it Minho is pulling down your cardigan in one swift, super fast move, leaving your bare skin exposed and in the direct line of his eyes which become big and black and hungry by the second, his hands squeeze your breasts in a firm but not painful grip as an exhilarated sound escapes his lips, "you have the best boobs in town I fucking swear", he groans, his mouth then quickly finding your nipples which he sucks on avidly. You gasp. Thankfully you had already swallowed your food or else you would have probably spit out at least two pieces of scallion as the air leaves your lungs and you instinctively reach froward for him. Your run your fingers through the silky soft tufts of his dark brown hair that he had been growing out a little longer and you absolutely love it, particularly so when he buries his whole face in your chest and it tickles your ribcage.

You tingle. You start to tingle all over as he works his mouth and his tongue on you, his hands now pressing down your thighs to keep you as still as possible even when you pant and squirm and try to press yourself against him, "Min-", you breathe out, feeling your cheeks burning up and your lower insides throb, "you can eat, I don't mind", he mumbles, still not really detaching his mouth from you , his hands blindly reaching for the fork and platter that clink against the counter, and you find yourself chuckling, your eyes closing in delight as you savor this random outburst of lust and love and hunger and think you could easily get used to this.

#bang chan #changbin #hanjisung #hyunjin #jeongin #lee felix #lee know #lee minho #seungmin #stray kids #Straykids #han jisung #skz minho #stray kids x reader #Stray kids x reader #skz imagines #stray kids x reader smut #stray kids imagines #skz blurb #skz blurbs

[socialist-microwave-laser]

whats ur challah recipie? for the cinnamon ginger delight concoction? ill trade a recipe if you want, i make a banger lentil pie

oh omg thank you! the recipe is actually my roommate @edens-jorts 's, i just added the cinnamon ginger stuff bc i was feeling adventurous and wanted my apartment to stop! fucking! smelling! like! apple! cider! vinegar!!! (the previous occupants apparently attracted a bunch of flies </3) the challah is (mostly) as follows (i fully eyeballed it today bc eden will be bringing the measuring cups but i've been making it enough that it's still very fluffy and tasty)

Challah:

1 cup warm water - 250 g

2 ¾ tsp yeast / la levadura - 15.5 g

½ cup white sugar - 175 g

½ cup vegetable oil - 175 g

1 tbsp honey - 17 g

2 ½ teaspoon salt - 14 g

2 eggs (room temp) (mine have Never been room temp oops)

4 cups bread flour / la harina de pan - 1 kg

Glaze:

1 egg

~1 tbsp water

Add yeast to water with a little bit of sugar (probably about a tsp) and stir

Add all other ingredients in a separate bowl and then add yeast to that mixture. (i don't do this i just throw everything in with the yeast lmao) Mix until incorporated

Knead dough until it makes a ball and is less sticky—if very sticky or too dry you can add flour/water as needed. Should probably knead for about 5-10 minutes

Cover & put into a warm place for about 1.5 hours. Add or subtract time depending on temp but 1.5 usually is fine

Take out & punch down dough & let sit for 5 mins

Divide into 8 and make 8 strands

Make two braided loaves

Sprinkle w/ water (not too much or else your strands kinda melt together into one beast, just enough to make you feel like you did something), cover, & let rise for 1.5 more hours. Preheat oven to 350ºF/176.7°C

Glaze loaves w/ egg & water mixtures (recommend SOAKING it in this. don't miss a spot)

Bake for about 40 mins, adjust for size. Goal internal temp 190ºF/87.8°C

then for the stuffing stuff i based it off of a recipe (here) for ginger cinnamon rolls i attempted once (and will attempt again now that the air isn't clouded with smoke) but honestly i just went off vibes. i probably could have added more vegetable oil bc it was rather difficult to spread into the strands but eh it did its job. here's the relevant bit:

1/4 cup brown sugar - 56 g

2 tsp cinnamon - 28 g (definitely feel like i used more)

1 tsp flour - 14 g (ngl i think i definitely used less than this. maybe like a third tsp)

1 tsp ginger - 14 g (again feel like i used more, also i used ginger paste)

then i added vegetable oil till it got to a good consistency (it was like moldable and rather damp, again i could have added more to make it more runny and easier to spread but i didn't wanna "water" it down so i just decided to fill each strand with More Stuff)

when you get to the strand step, divide the dough into however many pieces you want (i've been doing six strand braids recently so i divided mine into 12). roll one out to a good length, then use your fingers to kinda spread it out and flatten it. use the back of a spoon and your fingers to spread the Stuff into it, then kinda pinch the strand back shut. you could probably use water to make it stick shut better but i'm not on food network so i gave up after my second strand (plus it made the workplace much stickier and made it harder to braid later on so maybe i'm onto something here). then rinse and repeat! except don't rinse your hands between strands bc the Stuff kinda transfers over onto the next strand when you're rolling and flattenjng and yeah 10/10

anyway my Stuff was a consistency that there was actually surprisingly little mess. when i pulled it out of the oven some of the stuff had like run over and it was all gooey and sticky and genuinely i swear this shit could be candy

if you end up making this lmk send pics and tell me what you think!!! my neighbor told me this is literally the best bread she's had her entire life which made me very happy. i hope you enjoy!!!

#recipes #baking #challah #happydayes28 #asks #jumblr

[spiritofcamelot]

Florentine Butter Chicken with Burst Tomatoes and Basil

Adapted from this recipe, posted for 007 Fest 2023, @mi6caferecipes

This is a fantastic dinner which serves many people and is easy to scale up to serve more...provided you have a big enough pan. It's also very versitile and you can swap out a lot of things, like different herbs, or swap the cherry tomatoes for canned tomatoes if you want more of a sauce.

Ingredients

2-3 tbsp olive oil

4 tbsp butter

2 sprigs fresh basil

lime frost sea salt

430g (ish) cherry tomatoes

50g plain flour, seasoned with lawry's

1 egg, beaten

2 skinless chicken breasts, sliced in half to be thinner

3 cloves garlic, roughly chopped

425g freshly cooked angel hair pasta

You'll also need two shallow bowls, a bowl for tomatoes, and a big frying pan. I use my 12 inch with high sides. But you can do less chicken to make it fit in your biggest pan.

Directions and pictures below the cut.

Directions

Heat the oil and 2 tbsp of the butter in a frying pan over a high heat.

Add the basil, tomatoes, and season with sea salt. Cook for about 5-6 minutes, until the tomatoes begin to soften but are still holding their shape.

Tip into a bowl.

Start some water boiling for the pasta.

Put the egg and flour separately into two shallow bowls.

Dip the chicken first in egg, then in the seasoned flour. (If you feel like getting more plates dirty, you can do this to all chicken before putting any in the pan. I do it in conjuction with step 7.)

Heat 1 tbsp butter in the pan and when melted, fry the chicken for 3-4 minutes on each side, basting the chicken in the browned butter if there's enough.

Probably midway through that, your water has started boiling. Cook your pasta according to directions given on pasta.

When the chicken looks just about cooked, return the tomatoes to the pan with the remaining butter and garlic and cook for 1-2 minutes.

Remove the chicken from the pan and serve to plates. (Or forget literally every time you make this to take the chicken out.)

Add the pasta to the pan to absorb the flavours for a minute or so.

Serve the linguine & tomatoes to your plates with the chicken, scatter with more basil if desired.

#007 Fest 2023 #TeamQBranch #QB-J8 #recipes

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

I tried out your chocolate orange cupcake recipe today and it's so delicious! Thank you for sharing it!

Oh, thank you so much for letting me know! I'm so glad you enjoyed it!!

For reference in case anyone didn't see the post, I have this absolutely bangin' chocolate orange cupcake recipe and it's what I imagine Ed and Stede's wedding cake would be (wrote about that in this fic). I'm putting the recipe below the cut here if anyone else wants to try it!

I like to make cupcakes with this recipe, they're delicious little fuckers that your family will request for literally every holiday and function. Even people who don't like oranges will go crazy for these. I have not known peace since I started baking these because people are always calling me saying "hey can you make those cupcakes." This recipe is Kosher dairy.

Preheat your oven to 350°F. For cupcakes you'll want to bake them for about 15 minutes or until a toothpick comes out clean, for a cake this goes well in a 9x13 inch baking pan and it'll take about 25 minutes, until a toothpick stuck into the center comes out clean. That's how it is for my oven, just keep an eye on em.

You'll need:

1 3/4 cup flour

1 1/2 cup sugar

3/4 cup cocoa powder (Hershey's brand is what I use, pretty much anything is fine)

2 teaspoons baking soda

2 teaspoons baking powder

A pinch of salt

1/2 cup vegetable oil

2 eggs

1 tsp fresh orange zest, or 3 tsp orange extract if you don't feel like zesting an orange

1 cup buttermilk. You're gonna be sat there thinking "can I use regular milk" and like you CAN but DO NOT. The acidity from the buttermilk will work so fucking well with these, just trust me on this one you'll thank me later.

1/2 cup orange juice

1/2 cup water

Combine your wet ingredients, tossing the sugar in with the wet. Use a whisk to mix together your dry ingredients, then add the mixture to your wet about a cup at a time, mixing until smooth. You should wind up with a very thin batter.

The first time you bake these, keep a close eye on them - my cooking times up there are what work for me, but you really want to get these out of the oven before they have time to overbake. As soon as a toothpick comes out clean they're done, and you'll have a very light, moist cake on your hands.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Lost & Found - Chapter Fifteen.

Because I'm going to be busy and nowhere near a computer tomorrow, I'm sharing the update a day early. It's a bit of a filler chapter, but we do have those on occasion. Enjoy, besties!

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen

Words - 3,022

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, Minors DNI. Recounts of kidnap, child trafficking, physical/verbal/sexual abuse.

Food smells. Emma was not used to returning home to find such wafting under her nose. Coconut milk, lemongrass, garlic and cilantro. They usually only ordered in when both were home to choose. Hmm. 

“Hey mister, did you order Thai food?” she called, hanging up her jacket, unclipping Axl from his leash and sliding her sneakers off, walking through to the kitchen. “Where the hell did you find a Thai takeout place in Santo-oh my god, you’re cooking.”  

Guero turned from the stove, placing the lid back on the pot he’d just stirred. “I am.” 

She was stunned. “You’re cooking, and you’re not burning anything!”  

He looked a little coy, his smile spreading as he greeted her with a kiss. “That part remains to be seen.”  

Setting her bag down, she basked in his affection, nails stroking the back of his head. “I'm shocked, this from a man who can't even boil an egg without making it look like it's been fossilised.” Moving to the pot, she removed the lid and inhaled deeply, the aromas making her mouth water. “Jesus fucking Christ, that smells good! Did you have help? Because I cannot believe for one second you followed a recipe without panicking.” 

Picking up his phone, he turned the screen to reveal an emailed explanation. “Lee. She sent me that this morning, instructions included.” 

So, that’s what he’d done with part of his day off, then, Emma reading through, laughing to herself. Lee typed exactly how she talked. “Put the chicken in with PLENTY of oil, but don’t fuckin’ let it start smoking, then keep it moving and wait until it’s GOLDEN BROWN, not fuckin’ cremated before you add the garlic and lemongrass! And for fucks sake, buy microwave rice pouches! My trust in you does not extend that far and I don’t want the damned wailing in my earholes if you end up burning it to the fuckin’ pan. Rice is tricky. Let Ben’s Original do that part for you.” 

“It’s gotta sit for a while now,” he spoke, arms sliding around her waist, mouth going to her neck as she placed his phone back down. “So, I got some ideas on how we can pass the time.”  

She felt herself be lifted, Guero seating her on the edge of the counter, beginning to undo her shorts. “But I’m all gross and sweaty.”  

Her complaint was met by a gruff rumble as he bit her earlobe. “You fucking smell great, as always. Now, shut up. I’m hungry.” He tugged at her cut offs and undies, slipping them down her tanned, slender thighs, her socks yanked free. He fixed her with the kind of stare that had her blood sparking, nuzzling her softly before kissing her with filthy heat.  

“God fucking damn, I love you so much.” His murmur preluded more of those steamy kisses, Emma tangling her fingers in his hair, her hands sliding to his back, pulling him against her. The heat of his skin whipped a tempest over her flesh, goose pimples rising, anticipating whirling.  

He felt it gnaw, his need eating at him with hungry teeth, yanking her closer to the edge of the counter. He pushed her body back a little, hands parting her thighs wide before he buried his mouth between them.  

The intrusion of a hot, wet tongue snaking between her folds had her eyes closing in bliss, hands gripping the edge of the counter, her head falling back with a soft gasp. The hungry suck he took sent sparks gleaming through her, muscles jolting as a soft purr slipped from her mouth.  

He literally growled around a mouthful of her cunt, fingers digging into her thighs. “Shit, you fucking taste amazing, mamas. God, you always get me so fucking hard.” Imagining the rigidity of his cock, coupled with the fast beat of his tongue across her clit had her trickling against his mouth, her arousal tingling her core as she panted, resting her feet up on his back as he ate her thirstily.  

“Mmm, you shouldn’t have mentioned that gorgeous, fat cock getting hard, because now all I can think about it getting wrecked by it,” she purred, her eyes a haze of allure as she stared down at him, the cute, yet sexually charged sight of her biting her lower lip making his insides pool molten.  

He turned his head, biting her inner thigh hard, the action making her gasp, running his tongue in a slow, firm lick over the red marks left behind, his eyes never leaving hers. “Yeah? Baby girl wanna get fucked real hard, does she?”  

Straightening, he yanked off his t shirt, Emma feeding two fingers into his mouth, grasping his jaw and pulling him close to her. “Yeah.” Her fingers slid from between his lips, turning her head to run a slow lick up his cheek, pulling off her vest and bra, all while fixing him with a look of roaring lust. “Now.”  

It acted like someone pouring an entire vat of accelerant upon his fire, but Guero held himself back, arching an eyebrow, shedding himself of his own clothes before shunting his body between her legs. One hand gently curled around her throat, the other grasped his cock, skimming the head through her soaking folds. “This what you want, huh?”  

“Mmm,” she hummed, her tongue flicking against his earlobe, teeth crushing in a soft bite. “So, so badly.” He turned his head, his mouth meeting hers, kisses of fiery honey exchanged as he finally caved and glided inside her. She pulsed around him, sucking him a little deeper, his grunt against her tongue a deep baritone that sent a spark flaring through her, his hand still holding her neck.  

The thick weight of him stretching her walls evoked her soft gasps, letting go of her clutch on the counter, arms wrapping around him, pulling him closer. Her nails slid over his back, a glide of sensual daggers, his grip on her neck releasing to instead grasp her thighs, pulling them wider, the roll of his hips sending him so deep into her she saw stars.  

He laid kisses to her throat, teeth peppering little bites, his groans all smoke and rasp as he pounded her voraciously, the wet slap of him filling the air as he fucked her. It rough and unrelenting, their mouths locked in blazing kisses, lightning striking tiny storms beneath their skin. He rutted her deep, fingers imprinting divots into her thighs, nerves lighting up as he felt her tighten around him, the velvet wet clasp heavenly.  

Lightning leapt up her spine as the hard shunt of his body pressed her clit, her thighs clenching at his narrow waist, her nails dug into his shoulder, the other knotted in his hair as her cries loudened, both chasing the dawn that primed to spill golden over their horizons. When that light finally shone and gilded, their groans reached crescendo, clung onto one another tightly as white-hot pleasure beamed through them, breathless and orgasm drunk.  

“Jesus fucking Christ,” she panted, stroking his face. 

“Yeah,” he breathed, moving to kiss her neck. “I’m amazing, huh?” 

“And so humble in your talents, mister.”  

He laughed, gently sliding from her, hands stroking her thighs as he lifted his chin defiantly. “I’m the fuck of the fucking century, and you know it!”  

With how proficient he was at making her come, she supposed she really couldn’t argue with that. His track record wasn’t every time for no reason. “Well, mister fuck of the century. I’m going to drink a cold beer in a hot bath. If I can walk.”  

Her wobble when she moved off the counter to her feet had him snort laughing, Emma picking up her clothes and taking them to throw in the machine before walking slightly bow legged to the bathroom.  

“Shut up!” she threw over her shoulder, Guero’s laugh filling the kitchen at her unsteadiness. One bath later, and she and Guero were curled up on the couch, eating large bowls of curry, curry that was neither burned or otherwise inedible. Quite the opposite.  

“You can do this more often, now that you know you can,” she commented, washing down a mouthful with a sip of beer.  

“I dunno,” he shrugged, “I had seventeen panic attacks making that, even with her majesties step by step instructions.”  

Speaking of her majesty, as Emma was laughing at his reply, her phone beeped, picking it up to find a text from Lee.  

‘Bish and I are going bowling, and I need other people there to distract from how fuckin’ much I suck! Come with? We’ll be there at eight. PLEASE!’ 

Putting the idea to Guero, she was met by noises of protest. “Hmm, nah. I’ve kinda gone full potato mode and I wanna stay that way. About the most energetic thing I’m planning on doing is piledriving you into the couch once I’ve digested.”  

Although that offer was tempting, Emma had been seduced now by the idea of an outing. “Oh, come on! Please? I haven’t bowled since I was a kid, and you’ll get to laugh at how abysmal I’ll likely be.” His face remained unchanged. “Please, honey, please, please?” Her gentle shaking of his arm coupled with her hopeful eyes finally got through, Guero smiling. 

“Fine, tell her we’ll be there.” He had a hard time saying no to her, knowing that of course she’d come from a life where she’d never been able to have anything her way. Her getting her own way couldn’t hurt either, he figured, Emma giving him a big kiss before jumping off the couch to go and get ready.  

An hour and a half later, donned in very bad shoes and drinking awful bowling alley beer, and Emma was showing that although after many years of absence, bowling was something she wasn’t too bad at. Lee, however... 

“Baby, aim central. Curve your arm,” Bishop advised, Lee chewing the inside of her cheek as she concentrated. She took her aim, the green ball leaving her hand and hurtling down the alley... straight into the gutter.  

She turned, her eyes fixing upon her husband, who to his credit did try not to look so thoroughly entertained. “It’s a damned good job I think you’re fuckin’ cute, Obispo Losa.”  

“What?” he laughed, shrugging as she sat back down with a huff. “I didn’t say a word.”  

Her eyes narrowed in an instant. “I see you, looking at me with that tone of voice.” 

He began to laugh immediately, transported back to many memories revolving around their time in the military together, and the one man she’d taken that very expression from. “You sound like Delaney, shit.” Guero and Emma looked blank, Bishop quickly taking his turn before coming back to explain. “Delaney was Luke Delaney, our commanding officer, and this guy was a fucking trip, I swear.” 

“He could be scary, that’s a given, but mostly he was just fucking funny as hell,” he continued, side eyeing Lee as his laughter grew. “One time, Lee didn't put everything required into her pack before we went out on training exercise, so Delaney punished her by finding this big assed rock that weighed roughly the equivalent of what she hadn’t brought and told her she would march with it. So of course, Lee being Lee, as soon as she got out on the march and around the first corner out of his sight, she put it down.” 

“Then he comes up to her afterward, right, and he fucking demanded to know where the rock was. She said, and I fucking quote, “Sir I lost your rock, sir! Couldn’t find another that big, sir, so sought a replacement, sir!” so then reached into her pocket and pulled out a fucking pebble the size of a goddamned grape!  

“We’re all trying not to laugh as she places it into his hand, Delaney is hanging onto it by the skin of his fucking teeth, and he fucking, he fucking just shakes his head, pulls a pen from his pocket and demands she sign her name on the stone. It stayed on his desk for the rest of his time there at the base because he knew he’d laugh at her audacity every time he saw it.” 

“That ain’t as funny as what he fuckin’ made you do a few weeks later in the mess hall,” Lee began, snickering immediately as Bish closed his eyes, reliving the mortifying memory. “This guy in our platoon, Ellis Bundy, there’s always one, ‘the guy’ as they’re known, and he didn’t follow Delaney’s orders to the letter, so he fuckin’ made him stand on the table and wave his arms while reciting the line “I’m a shit bird” over and fuckin’ over until told otherwise.  

“So Bish is fuckin’ killing himself laughing at him, cracking up, absolutely howling. Delaney spies it and roars, “Losa! On the table!” upon which he had to flap his arms and say “I’m a mocking shit bird” until he told him to get down! Inside, I was fuckin’ cry laughing at him, oh god!” 

“Ellis Bundy!” Bishop exclaimed, shaking his head. “That fool set off a goddamned live round in a tank one time, fucking deafened everybody in there, the fucking stupid cunt. Christ, he was a living shit show!” 

Hearing the stories of their miliary days warmed Emma, thinking it so lovely they had such a long history with one another. Friends for over twenty years, but as she’d learned from Lee herself, only married for eight after reconnecting many years after leaving the military.  

It was a beautiful thing, watching how in tune with one another they were, the party of four moving to the bar after their game, which Guero had won, and Lee and Emma had come in joint last place. Seeing a healthy marriage was something she wasn’t used to for the most part, of course only witnessing the awful abuse Marie had endured throughout her time captive within her home.  

Rocco’s hands had never reached for her with the same love that Bishop’s did to Lee, stroking her neck idly as she rested her head on his shoulder, listening to Guero tell her of his triumph following her Thai green curry recipe, little panic attacks aside.  

“Well, you ain’t ever gonna be as badass as Emma is in the kitchen, but there you are, you can do one thing at least now other than ignite chaos,” she commented, sipping her beer. “I swear, sugar. That fuckin’ thing you made with the bacon pieces, oh my god!” 

Emma thought back over her lunches made from leftovers she’d taken in recently, a box for Lee too unless it was a Friday, when the pair treated themselves to a delivery of burgers and fries. “The Bucatini all'Amatriciana?” 

“Yep! That's it!” Lee enthused, pointing across the table at her. “That one nearly made me get down on one knee and fuckin’ propose!” 

“And where would that have left me, sweetheart?” Bishop asked, entertained. 

“The spare room.” His wife’s statement roused a lot of laughter, Bishop furthering it. 

“Oh, great,” he rumbled, “you take a wife and I ain’t even allowed to watch. Fuck my life.” 

“Do I get to?” Guero asked, raising an eyebrow, Lee not answering for the excitement that followed after reading an alert on her phone.  

“Oh, baby look, they got last minute tickets for the midnight showing of The Exorcist at that little movie theatre just outside of town!”  

“Yeah? Get ‘em booked, we’re going,” Bishop nodded, Lee beginning to do exactly that. It had sold out prior to them deciding if they wanted to go or not, Lee putting her name down for email notifications should any cancellations arise. “Okay, there’s seven left. You guys wanna come with? I’ll get the tickets, y’all get the snacks.” 

Emma’s face lit up immediately. “Yes!” She then checked herself, turning to Guero. “Can we?” 

“Mmm, kinda wanted to call it a night after here. I’m tired,” he replied, his enthusiasm definitely not on par with that of his girlfriend.  

“Come on! You can sleep when you’re dead! Please, please, please?”  

He thought for a few minutes, Emma badgering at him some more before he finally relented. It might have been innocuous to anyone else, but Lee noticed it, just as she’d picked up on it in the past, too. Guero had a hard time telling Emma no and pretty much always caved to her wishes. With anyone else in his life, he’d have absolutely no problem with making his feelings known. A soft alarm sounded in her head, but she didn’t pay it further mind. 

Just over two hours later and they were sat in the packed out, independent movie theatre furnished with snacks and drinks, the iconic opening of the classic horror movie beginning to play, Guero wishing he had a coffee the size of the soda he held in order to stay awake. Halfway through the film, he found enough incentive, Emma repeatedly jumping out of her skin.  

“I swear,” he whispered, leaning close to her ear, his grin wide. “Watching you fucking crap your pants every five minutes is worth not being asleep for.”  

She nudged him with a soft elbow, offering him a kiss he happily granted her. It was close to 3am by the time they arrived home, Guero happy to faceplant the bed, glad outlaw hours meant he didn’t have to show his face until around 11am the following morning. As it turned out, though, Emma had other ideas.  

“Where are you off to, baby girl?” he asked, Emma kissing her way down his torso.  

“To say thank you for tonight in a way I think you might enjoy.” Might enjoy? Now, there was an understatement, Guero smirking to himself, feeling his cock swelling with anticipation. 

When her lips wrapped around his hardness, it was definitely the derailing of his original plans he preferred most that night. Sleep could always wait to be on the receiving end of the best blowjobs he’d ever received in his entire life. 

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︵‿︵‿୨Going out୧‿︵‿︵

[Name] yawned as they awoke from their slumber, sitting up in their bed. She rubbed her eyes and got out of bed as she walked to their bathroom.

They looked in the mirror above their sink, 'Gosh I look like a mess' She thought. She decided it was best for them to take a bath first.

After cleaning themselves, they made their way to her closet. With the towel still wrapped around them, Yue-Bao chirped tiredly as she hopped on [Name]'s head, nuzzling their head.

They chuckled as the picked out clothes for the day, "What about this Yue-Bao?" [Name] softly asked as she held up a black hoodie and light blue ripped jeans.

Yue-Bao made a silly thinking face, shaking her head and pointing to the black hoodie. "No? Kay then.." [Name] put down the black hoodie and went to look for something else.

By now she had already put her undergarments on, and picked out a pair of shoes.

They turned around to see Yue-Bao dragging pieces of clothing to a nearby stool. "You want me to wear this?" [Name] held up the clothes, "Hah, Who said you didn't have good taste in fashion?" She let out a breathy chuckle.

A pink cropped leather jacket with pockets on the chest, a white button up, pink ripped jeans and white sneakers with wheelies.

(The art is not mine, credits to AlliMocha!!)

[Name] chuckled and took out a ribbon and tiny clothes from a draw, "C'mere Yue-Bao." They ushered her over.

Yue-Bao looked at [Name] with an adorable face and they cooed.

"Let's go." They picked her up and placed her in their pocket. [Name] exited her room, sliding down the railing of the stairs.

(I literally have no idea what Wukong's house looks like so just go with it...)

[Name] hummed, making their way to the kitchen. She opened the fridge, looking around a selecting a few ingredients, using her wheelies to skate around the place. They tied an apron that said 'squish the cook' around their waste.

They lit the stove and placed a frying pan on top, "Alright, Yue-Bao. Go play with the others, I don't wanna risk you getting burned."

[Name] chopped up the onions, tomatoes, and scallions. She wheeled over back to the stove, putting butter (or oil) in the pan.

They cracked two eggs on the side, pouring it into the pan. Scooping the vegetables in to pan along with the eggs.

(Chef [Name]🧑🏾‍🍳🐰 lmao)

[Name] used a salad fork to stir the eggs, she stirred them until they turned scrambled.

She hummed as she turned down the fire on the stove and placed the salad fork on the counter. Skating their way to the cupboards, reaching for a kettle, and skating back to the stove.

"Uh- oh wait-" They skate over to the to the sink to fill the kettle, making her way back to the stove.

By now the eggs had already finished, [Name] had took out two plates and and shared them on along with two slices of bread.

Their ears twitched as the heard the kettle began to whistle. They skated back to the cupboards, reaching for two matching mugs.

(I don't feel like drawing so just imagine something like this '('へ'≠)' and '(￣▽￣)~*'

[Name] smiled at the mugs, remembered how she made these for Wukong for.... father's day.

Taking two glass containers labeled, 'Hot chocolate' and 'coffee'. They put two spoons of hot chocolate into their mug and one spoon of coffee into Wukong's.

She poured the hot water into the two mugs. She then turned of the stove and stirred the mixtures into the cups and got forks.

(I just wanna hurry up and get this scene over with😭‼️)

[Name] then placed the mugs on the side of the plates and exited the kitchen, making her way to Wukong's room. They struggled to open the door but they managed.

They entered to find.... he wasn't there.. wha- where was he?

"Boo-" [Name] side swiped Wukong as he fell to the floor. The silence was so loud until, "BAHAHAHA! GREAT JOB BUNZ!!" He exclaimed. "You are so weird.." [Name] deadpanned.

She sighed as she handed Wukong his breakfast, "Here.." He took the plate and chuckled, "Smells good, aren't you a little chef?" He ruffled their hair. They shook their head and took a sip of ther hot chocolate.

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[Name] adjusted their mask, they watched like a hawk as the saw the scene unfold infront of them.

The young man they met at the race was in trouble. [Name] took out their knife and rushed down there to help him. She watched as he lit aflame, gasping lightly before focusing back on her target.

She crept up behind the big fish(?) man, kicking him away. "What? It's you! It's not safe here-" He pointed out, "I know what I'm doing" She calmly stated, dashing towards the creature.

Their weapons collided as [Name] stared down at its face. The creature knocked them back as they scoffed. With all their might, [Name] swung her weapon as the creature stood still before collapsing unto the floor. "And down..!" They heard Wukong.

"Wow great job Bunz!" He exclaimed while stretching. Kicking the helmet to the side, he knelt down and took a big inhale, "I love the smell of grilled fish in the morning..!" He exhaled.

"Who are they? Who are you?" The young man asked, "Nezha you're always so-" "Slow?", "Forgetful."

"What did you call me?" The man asked. Wukong began dragging the body of the fish creature.

He turned to [Name], "You think by calling him Nezha got his attention?" [Name] deadpanned. "He sure looks surprised" Wukong cackled.

"Latet gater!"

"Da- Wukong please just go..."

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Sorry that I've been gone, school is a bummer.

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K byeee!!₊˚ˑ༄

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~Turnabout of feelings~

Part 2/3

Word count: 2200~

You were sitting on the colourful wooden chairs in Poppy's barn. The rims of the orange seats were painted yellow, while the purple seats were painted blue. You always liked colour, or you think you did; maybe it’s a taste you developed after being stuck here for however long it’s been.

Poppy was a colourful chick, that’s for sure; her feathers could do with a lot less frazzling, though. Julie was energetic as always, making the clinks and clanks of the kitchen start a rhythm of sorts. Tea was served a while ago. It was chamomile.

You wondered if you could go back to Howdy’s bodega or if it would mess up this run. Wally would probably know. Speaking of Wally, he didn’t come with you today; there was a little difference in the sequence, but it wasn’t the first time.

The paper bag filled with green and red paint and other edible things sat on the chair adjacent to you. Red and green for the apples he drew. His art was usually the biggest clue to his sanity. Apples meant safety, spirals meant danger, and eyes meant that he was currently observing something. Not in the normal way, however. He saw into your world. The real world Every time you’d mention it, he’d restart the run. It was frustrating.

The only way you could contact anything in your world was with Eddie. The chatty fellow had the most outside knowledge, even if he was often gaslit into believing those places didn’t exist. You couldn’t prove or tell him those places existed straightforwardly. So, you stuck to asking him to describe these ‘fictional’ places.

It was a comfort; listening to him describe things you knew existed made you feel less mad. Less alone. 

You and Eddie quickly became best friends. It led to a peculiar development, though. Wally started painting different shots of your hometown and of your apartment complex, your landlord’s face, your family, your friends, your exes, and your childhood pets. It was horrifying; every time he gave you the drawing, you quickly tore it up and burned it. Wally never frowned, since he couldn't, but his eyes would dilate for a split second and quickly go back to their regular size.

Maybe it was a taunt, a means to scare you. Or maybe it’s something else like j-

A loud crash interrupts your train of thought.

Julie had turned the kitchen upside down, literally.

"Julie! Dearie, are you alright?" Poppy squeaked at Julie, who was currently underneath a giant pile of pots and pans.

Oh, I’m quite alright! Haha! This was quite fun! Don’t you think?" Julie asked you while dusting herself off.

"The kitchen is a mess." You take in the sights. How the fuck do you turn an oven inside out? Is this even repairable? I mean, it probably is since everything goes back to its place every morning.

Julie quickly started picking up the egg shells and the milk cartons on the floor as Poppy tried to put out the small oil fire with a rag.

You covered the pot with a lid, snuffing out the fire, then took the rag from Poppy’s hand, threw it to the floor, and started to clean up the spillage with your foot.

Poppy grabbed another rag, a mop, and a bucket of water. You spent a good hour cleaning to the sound of Julie humming the riff of Free Bird and Poppy’s squawks every once in a while.

By the end of the day, nearing sunset, you had cleaned up most of the kitchen. The cabinets were still in place of the counters, and vice versa, but that can be someone else’s problem.

"Let me walk you home!" Julie offers as you grab your paper bags of groceries.

You bid Poppy farewell and leave with Julie.

"You should’ve seen our play practice!" I think I played queen of pastries quite perfectly!"

"Apparently Sally isn’t the most fond of breenberry moats, but I think we came to an agreement!"

"What even is breen-" You get cut off.

"Oh, and Barnaby today was just mean!"

"Mean?" You turn towards Julie as she huffs and crosses her arms; despite her frustration, her face keeps its smile.

"He didn’t laugh at my joke! I spent a whole week preparing it." Julie slouches forward in a cartoonish manner.

"Why don’t you run it by me then? Maybe I’ll laugh."

Barnaby was right to cringe. It’s one thing to tell a bad joke; it’s another to overexplain it. You couldn’t help but smile nonetheless; it was sweet to see Julie try so hard.

Julie was the most energetic lass in the neighbourhood and a sweetheart at heart. She almost jumped on you the first time you two met. It was a shock to see someone so excited to meet you. Despite being bombarded with questions from her and Frank, Wally would calm the two down when asking questions by diverting the focus to other things.

One of the few things you can thank Wally for is his ability to sense your discomfort in an almost invasive way.

Sometimes you’re scared that he can read your mind.

Reaching your destination, you see Home’s eyes closed and the door shut tight, with black sludge oozing from beneath the door.

Shit shit shit, not again. You can’t restart today again; it’s the third time! THE THIRD TIME. You were so close to ending the day. Come on…

You threw the grocery bags at Julie and rushed to bang on Home’s door. The door knob wouldn’t budge, and thus you pulled until Home creaked and opened their eyes.

Their eyes were red with spirals in the middle that twisted and sputtered; the chimneys let out black smoke; and the sludge leaked from every crevice. Home was in clear pain.

It’s too late to pretend everything is okay now. You've got to delve deep.

Once that door opened, you entered the sludge and fell down. So below.

It’s a disgusting sensation, and you wouldn’t wish it on anyone else. You are slimy and covered in black tar sludge; your senses are muddled, and you continuously go between being able to breathe and not.

At the bottom, you find Wally. He was on the ground, clutching where his heart would be as he spasmed on the floor.

The black tar oozing out of him covered most of his felt and clothes.

His hand reached out to the eye painted on the wall.

You rush to him and tackle him down, stopping him from completing the contact.

It was easy holding him down despite his thrashing and clawing.

He opened his mouth, which you immediately clamped shut with both your hands.

"Don't you dare." You said this as you threw Wally against the wall.

He landed without saying a word, and the black tar oozing out of his eyes glistened.

He coughs out his words.

"Neighbour, don’t leave." He crawls towards you slowly.

"NEIGHBOUR"

"I̶’̸l̸l̶ ̶b̵e̵ ̴g̶o̷o̶d̴ ̷I̸ ̵p̸r̷o̵m̵i̵s̵e̸ ̴n̸e̶i̶g̶h̵b̵o̴u̶r̷.̵ ̵I̸’̴l̸l̵ ̶p̵l̷a̴y̸ ̶n̴i̷c̶e̴,̴ I̴ ̶w̵o̶n̴’̴t̷ ̴d̵o̶ ̵b̸a̶d̵ ̸p̴l̴e̵a̸s̷e̴ ̷p̷l̶e̷a̴s̵e̵ ̵p̴l̶e̶a̸s̶e̵ ̸n̶e̵i̸g̴h̸b̷o̴u̴r̸ ̸I̵’̵m̵ ̶g̶o̸o̶d̸ ̵I̶’̴m̸ ̶g̷o̶o̵d̸ ̵I̶ ̸s̴w̴e̴a̷r̸.̸ ̵I̵ ̴s̸w̴e̶a̷r̶ ̴I̵’̶m̴ ̶g̶o̴o̴d̵!̷ ̸I̸ ̸s̵w̸e̵a̴r̴ ̴I̶’̴m̸ ̸g̴o̵o̴d̸ ̸̸.

You stomped on his small hands whenever he tried to grab your ankles.

"I̵ ̸d̴o̵n̴’̶t̷ ̴h̴u̶r̵t̵ ̵p̴e̶o̴p̶l̵e̷,̸ ̶b̷e̸l̴i̸e̶v̵e̵ ̴m̷e̴ ̷n̸e̵i̵g̶h̷b̸o̴u̴r̵ ̸i̸ ̸d̴i̶d̷n̸’̴t̸ ̵m̸e̶a̵n̸ ̸t̸o̷.̴ ̷I̵m̴ ̶s̴o̷r̷r̴y̸ ̶i̴m̵ ̷s̸o̸r̷r̸y̷ ̴i̸m̵ ̷s̷o̷r̷r̵y̵ ̶i̴m̷ ̷s̶o̸r̷r̸y̶.̷"

He hung on to your legs for dear life. He clawed at your clothes and smothered them in ooze. You push him away with all your might, and yet he clings on to you in an almost hug to your knees.

"Please neighbour… it hurts…. So… much" 

You wake up with a spring in your plush bed. Another restart of the same day, and you're going mad. You swear to whatever sick deity there is that you're going to kill Wally. Forgetting all about the mundanities of morning and not even changing out of your pyjamas, you almost fall down the stairs in a haze of pure fury. 

Wally was in his room shaking, hugging his knees to his chest as small droplets of black tar left his eyes.

His permanent smile never faded, not even when you barged into the room and tried to strangle him. He didn’t fight back as you squeezed his delicate, plush neck with all your might.

Home flung a painting at you, hitting you square on the nose.

The sight of you bleeding snapped Wally from his outbreak, and thus he rushed to you on the floor. 

Frazzled as he was, with his hair loose and his eyes wider than you’ve ever seen them, he clung to you and tried to remove your hands to inspect your nose.

You kicked him right in the stomach, or at least where his stomach would be.

He flinched and kept clawing at your larger hands.

"Please (name), please let me look at your wound. Please.." he begged softly.

"Get away from me! Go away! Go" You thrashed about and threw your legs at him.

Another reset, another repeat of the same day; mind-numbing conversations that you’ve heard over and over again...

All because of him... 

God, you were so tired that you didn’t notice the sting of your most likely broken nose, the pain of falling on your buttocks, or how home was looking at you in pity. 

You just let Wally comfort you, disengaging like a windup doll on the floor, clutching your nose, and falling into a void of nothingness.

How many more days must you bear in this happy-go-lucky hell? At what point does too much become not enough? Blood dripped down your chin and collected on Wally’s yellow, fuzzy hands.

A small, fuzzy man, trying his best to stop the bleeding from your nose. A small, fuzzy man who doesn’t know anything about human biology or what most should do in such a situation

He’s helpless, clueless, and a danger to himself and all those around him.

Much like you were.

And thus, you hated him. Or maybe not; he was the only one who brought difference to the mundane scripts, but he was also the one who forced you to repeat the same day over and over... As maddening as it was, you also liked the lack of consequence. Maybe. 

You close your eyes and hope the day restarts once more.

Then you could bake with poppy, maybe swerve around and go to Sally’s house for a recital, or perhaps join Eddie and Frank in taking the shipments back to Howdy's bodega.

As tired as you were, sleep did not come. And the day didn't reset. Wally stuffed your nose with a napkin and started washing his hands, much as he would after a painting session.

"I'm sorry, neighbour, I really am."

You didn't say anything back.

The day continued forward, and you painted with Wally. He drew his usual apples, then you took a walk to Howdy's bodega, where you met Sally and Barnaby. This time there are no strange coins to discuss; they simply chat about the upcoming play Sally is hosting. 

You two grab the paint, bandages, and food and leave the bodega. 

You then walk onward and find Frank and Eddie walking about; Frank is holding his usual book with no title cover, and Eddie is hauling a shipment, most likely to Howdy's bodega. 

You exchange the usual pleasantries and go onward. 

You walk around the neighbourhood to the forest, where you find Julie playing a game. You lay on the forest floor and listened as Julie described her day. 

She then drags you to Poppy's house, where you bake a cake. Make a mess, clean up, and trudge back home.

The evening is like any other. You sit on the couch perpendicular to Wally's and fiddle with whatever you have on hand. This time, it's a piece of torn newspaper. Wally heats up whatever you bought from Howdy, and you eat your second and only meal of the day. The silence between the two of you is thick.

Wally does not paint this evening; instead, he unblinkingly stares at you as you eat. You don't mind it; it's not the first time, and in silence, you finish your meal, get ready for bed, and go your separate ways.

Sleep didn't come that night, as Welcome Home's night stayed still and didn't fast forward to the next day.

You itch your injured nose; it's a dull ache that keeps you from delving too far into your thoughts.

Sick of the stale air of Home's guest bedroom, you tiptoe downstairs, much like a child who's trying to get their midnight snacks.

Everything was scarier at night; even in the safety of home, the darkness was an unwelcome change from the brightly coloured neighbourhood.

It was at night when you woke up in this strange new world of puppets and old mannerisms.

The night was dangerous here, as Wally knows, and you've seen firsthand what happens to those who get lost at night.

He always stopped you before you ventured too far; it was infuriating but also comforting. After all, fear of the unknown was common.

You don't think you've ever died in this world—not yet, at least. Wally, despite his strange possessions, never hurts you. You know you can bleed; you know you can hurt and feel pain, but not to what extent...

I don't think finding out will be fun.

Wally is a strange character who seems sweet and is sweet, but is very infuriating. It was difficult to hate him, but so easy to be annoyed by him. Your personal 'punching bag', a subconscious voice would say.

Too easy to hurt, put the blame on, and loathe. Far too easy. 

{note from author: I’ve had this in my notes app for months now I think. I’m sick of going back to it and changing everything over and over. I’ve decided that I’m giving my writing a b effort instead of worrying about every single thing. Still though I hope things are concise and clear; I’ve been told I ramble too much and stray away from plot}

#wally darling x reader #wally darling x you #turnabout of feelings #welcome home #fanfic #wally darling

[mysticorset]

I am thirty-nine years old, and only in the last year have I learned how to make fried rice. I always assumed it was, I don't know, complicated? It seemed like so many ingredients and steps!

And then I watched a really accessible video that finally made it click that fried rice is, at its simplest, a dish to use up your leftovers. There are no rules!

Required ingredients: leftover rice, cooking oil, soy sauce or other cooking sauce

Optional ingredients: any kind of meat or meat like substitute (tofu), egg, literally any kind of vegetable, complimentary seasonings for your sauce, anything else you think might work well

1-7 days ago, make more rice than you thought you needed for that evening. Pack up your leftovers, already scolding yourself for wasting it because leftover rice has a weird texture that you never want to eat

Today, be really hungry

Get a big-ass pan with a high lip. Like a skillet, or a wok if you have one. Heat it up over medium-high heat and add oil

If you are putting uncooked meat in, fry it up first, then put it aside in a bowl (bonus: meat juices are added to the pan to flavour the rest)

If you are using root vegetables, fry them for a little bit first to soften them up

Dump everything else, except for the egg if you are using it, into the pan. All of it. The rice, the sauce, the meat, whatever else. Stir it for a few minutes so it all mixes and heats evenly. Think about doing the dancing wok-flip you saw on tiktok. But don't, because if you fuck it up you've ruined a whole meal.

If you want egg, push all the rice mix to one side of the pan, and scramble the egg in the empty space. It will go amazingly fast. Once the egg is cooked, mix it into the rice

Dish it up immediately and burn your mouth because it smelled too good to wait for it too cool down

Note that steps 4, 5, and 7 are optional and 4-7 are all extremely flexible.

This one was just hot dog coins, onions, and honey garlic sauce. But I also really like it with soy sauce, fish sauce, garlic/ginger/onion powder and egg (and peas and mushrooms if I have them).

What do you put in your fried rice?

#I don't actually like cooking so I'm always so happy when it turns out to be easier than I expected

[flutteringfable]

cake recipe jumpscare >:3

my current favorite dessert to make!! its super easy and very yummy

you’re gonna need:

probably a hand mixer, depending on the cake base you make. i usually use a store brand one which requires beating the ingredients, which is why i mentioned the mixer XD

pan (any size, i usually use a 9x13)

boxed strawberry cake (or if you’re feeling fancy you can make the base yourself >:3)

whatever ingredients you need to make said boxed cake (usually eggs, water, and oil, but it’ll tell you on the box if you need something different)

condensed milk

whipped cream (in the tub thing not the can, though i guess you could use the can? i haven’t tried it)

and frozen strawberries. usually just one bag will do!

steps:

make the boxed cake/cake base. that’s literally all the first step is XD, just follow the instructions on the box and make it as usual. i like to set out the strawberries to thaw a bit while i’m mixing the ingredients and baking it.

let the cake cool for a few minutes (not completely), then poke holes in the top (i like to use the end of a small wooden spoon, but anything small-ish will do. we need the holes to be large enough to soak in the condensed milk, but not super big)

pour condensed milk over the top of the cake, making sure to fill the holes you made. it’ll soak into the cake and make it super sweet and soft!

let the cake cool completely, then add whipped cream on top. you don’t have to cover the entire top, but cover as much as you can. if you do this when the cake is still warm, it’ll melt, so make sure the cake is cool enough before adding it lol.

put the frozen strawberries on top of the whipped cream

and tada! cake time!! :3 it usually tastes best the next day, after the condensed milk has completely soaked in, but it’s still yummy regardless!

if you have any questions, let me know! i try really hard to be as detailed and helpful as possible, but i may have explained something weirdly idk lol.

#fable talks 💫 #recipes

[haunted-linguini]

hallo, I feel like you dont have many uploads and I was wondering if you could do a ben drowned x reader in the kitchen and being all lovey dovey that can turn into something hotter but not too NSFW

Also can I be ♤♡◇♧ anon

-♤♡◇♧ anon

hi! :D yes you can be assorted card symbols anon :,) <3

this ended up being longer than expected

Cake

Ben pulls his attention away from the TV, that currently has The Amazing World of Gumball playing, to look at you.

"Hey y/nnnnnnn" he says in a singsong voice.

You look over at him before simply responding with a "what do you want".

He taps the tips of both his pointer fingers together. "Can you make cupcakes or a cake or something pleaseeee".

The blank stare that sat on your face made him chirp out, "I can sit in the kitchen with you and help you if you need itttttt....."

You pinch the bridge of your nose and laugh a little bit. "It is literally almost four in the morning my love".

He gives you those stupid puppy dog eyes you can't say no to, so you just sigh and smile at him. "Alright, alright, I'm going. WE'RE going."

He fist pumps the air and tumbles out of bed, trailing right behind you the entire way to the kitchen. A cabinet is opened looking for a spare box of cake mix that you know for certain Slender has sitting somewhere. Ben, being the helpful (goofy) person he is, climbs onto the countertop and checks the really high shelves. He grins as he pulls out a box of Funfetti cake mix. "I found it! See y/n I am SO helping".

You roll your eyes and laugh, "Yes I see that, thank you very much bb".

The eggs, water, and oil are all being mixed in when Ben reaches in between your arms and wraps his around you. Kisses are peppered on your jaw and he whispers a thank you in your ear, which sends goosebumps down your spine. You turn your head so you can give him a quick kiss before asking for the pan for the cake.

The oven lets out a series of three beeps to signal that it had pre-heated, and you were just scraping the last bit of the mix into the pan. You hand the pan to him to put in the oven and go set the used dishes in the sink. As soon as you go to move from the sink he is right behind you.

"Well. Hello there cutie", you playfully flirt at him. Ben's face somehow still manages to blush despite the amount of time you've been dating. He winks in the same playful tone and grabs you by the waist, "Come here often sexy?"

You throw your head back in laughter and eventually lean in to give him another kiss. One of his hands slips it's way under your shirt and grazes across your chest. 'Well two can play that game', you thought. Your own hand moves from his shoulder to the back of his head and pull a little, not enough to not be played off as an accident. He immediately pulls back from the kiss, his eyes starting to get that dark look in them.

"I assure you, my love, that's not a game you want to play right now". He has a stupid mischievous smirk plastered to his face that makes you want to do it again JUST to see what happens. And that is exactly what you do. Another gentle tug on the back of his head.

"WOAH-"

Ben has managed to hoist you up onto the counter and is now sucking marks into your neck. A gasp leaves your mouth the minute you feel sharp teeth pressed against the soft skin. Almost instinctively your legs come to wrap themselves around him. The both of you are way too invested in each other to notice Slender in the frame of the kitchen door.

"I understand, hormones and what not, but you HAVE a ROOM", he sighs, exasperated.

You jump first at Slender's voice and quickly slide off the counter. Ben glances over at him, looking more annoyed than anything, "We're baking a cake too".

Slender appears agitated despite having no facial features to show that. "You're WHAT?"

"Making a cake."

"With what cake mix?"

Ben shuffles a little bit. "The Funfetti stuff? It was in the top most cabinet."

"You mean the cake mix I deliberately put there for myself?"

Ben shuffles even more. Your palms start sweating. "You can have some of the cake if you want?", he sheepishly says with a small side smile.

"Get out."

"Done and done!" Ben chirps, dragging you behind him out of the kitchen. Once you two are a safe distance from the kitchen, you both are in hysterics.

Ben pulls you into his room, still laughing. You settle into the bed again, and suddenly the lights are off and he's on top of you, hovering an inch away from your face.

"You shouldn't have done that, my love."

#i hope this is okay! <3 #first post woohoo #♤♡♢♧ anon #creepypasta #creepypasta imagines #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta thirst #x reader #request!!

[freddyjumpi2nd]

Amphibia x NB!READER: Chapter 4 - The Gang Together

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You woke up from a Nightmare and you were feeling sick.

Your Stomach felt empty and you were feeling very cold, even though you were wrapped comfortably in your Blanket, while also Hugging your Pillow. Something you always did when going to sleep, because of the lack of physical love you received from anyone, or love in general.

Enough about the lack of love you received, time to start with your day.

It was Sunday, it had to be. Your Alarm you set on your phone wasn't ringing.

You opened your phone, it was indeed Sunday, and around 1 pm. You still had about 2 Hours until your meeting with the Trio.

You could use that time finally go eat and drink something, maybe take a shower and change clothes as well.

You want to look presentable in front of all three of them.

Especially Anne, she is the one person who you don't know at all.

All you two did was exchange phone numbers back when you and Sasha went out to eat at the Restaurant.

Enough thinking, time to actually do things!

First, to stand up from your Bed.

Once you have done that, you were feeling even colder than when you were in your Blanket.

You wanted to immediately jump back to the Bed, but you didn't.

You had things to do.

You made your way to the Door and opened it. Quickly you made your way to the Kitchen and opened the fridge.

Your Father was at work, meaning this time there won't be any interruptions.

You took out a pack of eggs.

You decided that you were gonna make scrambled eggs.

Because you didn't know how to make something better.

You also grabbed some butter from the fridge which you were gonna use like Oil to cook the Eggs.

After that you grabbed a tiny bowl and a tiny fork.

Once you had all the things you needed, you began.

You put the pan on the stove, threw the butter on it and began to heat it.

Then you opened the pack of eggs and took out 2 eggs.

You cracked the eggs and threw the Egg Shells away in the TrashCan.

You then began to beat the eggs until it was only egg yolk. None of the Egg White was visible anymore.

With that done, you saw that the Butter you put in the pan just finished melting. How convenient.

You spread the melted Butter around and then put the Egg that was in the Bowl on the pan.

Starting to cook it. You took the fork from earlier and decided to use it to move around the Egg when cooking it.

After a short while, the Eggs finished cooking So you put them on a plate. The pan and everything else were in the sink.

You decided to go clean the things, you Father probably would get mad this too, considering how much of an Asshole he all of a sudden became.

It was a tiring process, but after about 5 minutes, you finished with cleaning the things.

Putting them all to the side of the sink once you finished with those.

Now that you were finally done, you could finally go eat your scrambled eggs. You quickly grabbed a bigger Fork and a plate.

You put both down on the Table and sat down on a chair, ready to eat.

You took your first bite.... and realised that you forgot to use Salt.

Making it less enjoyable for you.

But that dosen't matter, you should still eat something.

Which you wanted to do, but couldn't..

You really wanted to, you were hungry. but you couldn't. You lost appetite.

Something just disgusted you about this.

So you picked up the plate of Scrambled Eggs and threw them in the trash.

Feeling guilty that you wasted food like this.

You should at least drink something.

You went to the fridge and opened it, grabbing a bottle of your favourite soda.

Immediately you opened the bottle and began to drink. Unlike with the Eggs, you didn't feel any disgust. You felt fine actually.

Looks like as if liquids like Water didn't really affect you. Which was good, considering that you could die in literal Days if you wouldn't Drink anything.

And yes you finished the entire Bottle, your Teeth were feeling very weird due to the amount of sugar you drank but at least your thirst was gone.

You closed the Fridge, and went to the Trash Can to throw the Bottle away.

Now that you have done that, you were thinking about what to do.

Maybe you could shove down a chocolate bar down your throat, so that you can have a tiny bit more food in your stomach .

You went to the closet in the Kitchen. You opened it and took a Chocolate Bar.

You opened the packaging around it, and stared at it. The feeling in your stomach returning.

It's just one small chocolate Bar, you can handle that.... Right?

You put the bar closer to your mouth and then put it in. You began to chew it as fast as you could and quickly swallowed it.

Your body felt Disgust, triggering your gag reflex even. But you managed to hold it in.

However getting Vomit up to your Throat did not feel very nice. It felt like as if it was burning.

You hope that this feeling will go soon.

You then decided to go ahead with showering.

Well, first you'll have to go get clothes that you'll change to once you finished showering and a towel.

You made your way to your room. Once there, you went to your closet and opened it.

You were about to take out a T-Shirt but decided not to.

Instead you went with a long sleeved shirt of your favourite color.

Why? Because you were feeling cold and outside will probably be even colder when hanging out with the others.

Which is why you decided to go with this.

As for pants, you decided to go with some casual black leggings.

Once you took out these clothes, you went to the drawer to grab a Boxershort and a undershirt.

Now that you had everything you need it was time to go take that shower.

It was also a very cold experience, not because of the water you used, but because of the fact that less clothing on you meant that it was colder for you.

You really hoped that this will be only for today.

As you put your new clothes on, you went to to the mirror, looking at yourself.

There you saw your body, a body that won't get a description because this a Reader Insert Fanfic after all, not like those pseudo Reader inserts that give you a appearance, thus ruining the point of a Reader insert.

Anyways, looking at your face in the mirror, you saw... well your face.

With pimples, eye bags because of your lack of sleep and your first few facial hairs growing, you know, since you were born in a masculine body.

You'll take care of those when they become to much.

Ignoring your face, you were happy with what you were seeing.

Mostly because of the clothes  you decided to wear. Since it was hiding the rest of your body that you did not want to see.

Now that you were done with studying yourself in the mirror, you grabbed your phone that you left to charge on your drawer next to your bed.

Turning it on, you saw that it was now 2PM.

Damm Bro, you really showered for an whole Hour.

You now had about an hour until you meet up with the three.

What were you gonna do in that time?

You came up with one thing. That was wasting time on the internet.

Time skip has been brought you by:

MORBIUS! THE FIRST MOVIE EVER TO MAKE 1 MORBILLION DOLLARS!#MORBIUSSWEEP!

You wasted about 50 minutes watching Videos about Tarantulas on Toob. You saw a Video Titled

"FEEDING my GREEDY TARANTULAS !!!"

It was exactly what the title said, and you enjoyed it very much. So much that you wanted more, which is why Tarantula videos were the only ones you watched in that 50 Minute time frame.

You did not regret at all.

But, since it was close to being 3Pm you decided to make your way to the park to meet up with Marcy, Sasha and Anne.

You quickly put on some socks and left the room.

Once out of the room, you headed into the direction of the Door.

You placed your hand on the Doorknob, about to open it, but then remembered..

You should leave a note that you'll be gone, this time for how long as well.

You quickly went to the kitchen, opened the drawer and took a pen and one of those papers that can stick to walls.

You then wrote:

"I will be gone hanging out with my friends at the playground and possibly other places, from 3Pm to either 5pm or 7pm

-(Y/N)"

Hopefully that will finally make him stop being violent, if not, he's gonna beat you up no matter what you do.

Now you could make your way to the playground and meet Sasha, Anne and Marcy!

You went to the exit, put your hand on the Knob and opened the Door.

You had a smile on your face, you were excited to meet all 3 of them at once.

On walk to the park later…

You arrived at the playground and you were feeling very cold, like expected.  Maybe staying at home would have been the smarter choice for you, but you didn't care. You just wanted to go meet them.

But... they weren't here, not even one of them. Meaning that you were the first to arrive.

Well, it wasn't 3PM yet so maybe they'll arrive when it's exactly 3PM? You hoped internally.

You thought about sitting on the Swings while waiting for everyone.

There you could sit down and not make your legs suffer to much, because your legs hurt a lot when you stand with them to long.

And maybe you could actually use the swings, using those were always fun.

Eh, why not.  Using the swing won't hurt anyone or you.

Well, you hoped that at least.

You went to the swing and sat down, then slowly, you began to build up speed.

After a short while, you were just swinging, with your eyes closed.

The Wind touching your Skin as you do so, you were still feeling incredibly cold, but it dosen't bother you anymore.

In fact, you were feeling at peace. As if there was nothing bothering you anymore. No abusive father, no traumatic experiences,

Nothing...

Wow, you didn't remember using a fucking swing being this calming.

But it was.

"YO (Y/N)!"

Your thoughts were interrupted by this sudden yell. It sounded like Sasha.

You opened your eyes, and quickly used your legs to stop the swing.

You turned your face to where you heard the yell. It Indeed was Sasha, beside her were Anne and Marcy.

You smiled at their sight.

"Hey guys!"

You  greeted, standing up from the swing and jogging to the three. Standing right in front of Sasha. "Hey (Y/N)!"

Greeted Anne.

Marcy did not greet you since her eyes were focused on a console in her hand.

It looked like a Mintendo Switch.

A good console, at least from what you heard on the internet about it.

Sasha bumped Marcy with her Elbow, not lightly from what you were seeing.

Marcy looked up from the Switch and turned her face for a bit until her Eyes landed on me.

She smiled at seeing you.

"OH MY GOD! HEY (Y/N)!"

She greeted cheerfully at seeing you.

She actually ran at you once she saw you.

And tackled in you in a hug. You were surprised by this sudden contact.

For multiple reasons.

The main one being that this is the first time someone ever hugged you.

The second one being that she is already hugging you even though you two met just yesterday.

You at first didn't know what to do, but slowly hugged her back.

You were feeling... nice.

Embracing someone in a hug felt nice and comforting. You were also feeling this warm feeling in your Stomach, your cheeks also felt like as if they were heating up.

All these new feelings, they were.. they were nice.

You wish that you could experience this forever.

But sadly this beautiful feeling but got interrupted, by a hand grabbing Marcy by her shoulder.

Taking her away from the comforting hug you were feeling.

"Alright you Lovebirds, break it up."

It was Sasha who did it. You mentally cursed her for it.

She looked a bit annoyed. But why? It's not like as if Marcy is her girlfriend that you are stealing. Or is she?

Nah, what she said earlier then wouldn't made sense.

Maybe she has a crush on Marcy instead and got jealous.

Eh, you don't know and probably never will.

"So, you two know each other?"

Sasha asked, sounding a bit bossy.

"Yeah... Did Anne not tell you?"

You asked her, confused.

"No she did not. Thinking of it..."

She turns to Anne, who just looked awkwardly at what she was seeing before her.

"Why did you not tell me?"

She asked Anne, Sounding Mildly threatening.

"Dude calm down! I thought that you already knew. "

While Anne and Sasha were having their Discussion you noticed that Marcy's console has disappeared.

As if it never was there to begin with.

"Aight, Geez fine. I'll inform you when something like this happens again."

Interrupted the voice of Anne, from you further thinking about where Marcy's console went.

You were a bit saddened at the sight before you. Did they really have to argue over such a small and unnecessary thing?

You decided to try and calm things down.

You put your hands together quickly, causing them to make a clap sound.

"Common Sasha, calm down. It's not that big of a deal."

You said calmly with a small smile, trying to reassure her.

"(Y/N), NO! This is something she shouldn't have hid from m-"

You raised your voice.

"Sasha... "

You paused.

"I said it's no big deal. Calm down"

Sasha widens her eyes, she was surprised.

She did not expect anyone to ever talk to her like that.

"F-Fine.."

She replied, looking a bit ashamed.

She actually stepped down, a surprise but a welcome one.

It was now silent, Awkwardly Silent.

The 4 of you looked at each other not knowing what to say.

Until you decided to speak up.

"So, how about we go do something now?"

You suggested, catching the attention of everyone.

"And what exactly?"

Questioned Anne, looking you directly in your eyes.

"Good question... i did not think that far"

You admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Sasha saw opportunity in this and smiled.

"Hey (Y/N)!"

You turned your face to face to her.

"yeah?"

You answered.  A bit weary of what she might be doing.

"You know, me Anne and Marcy kind of have our own Band. We don't have a name yet but I been thinking for the 2, well technically... 3 days where I met you I wanted to show you a song me and the girls have been working on."

Huh, that actually seems like a normal thing.

You were surprised.

It's sad that you were surprised by such a thing but Eh, Sasha's fault for being a toxic person.

You shrugged your Shoulders.

"Yeah sure, if Marcy and Anne wanna do it. why not?"

Sasha turned her head to look at Anne.

"Sure, why not.?"

She replied.

Sasha then turned her face to Marcy.

Who was again on her console, which somehow was back again. You wanted to question how it keeps disappearing and reappearing, but you decided not to for the sake of your sanity.

Seeing that Marcy wasn't paying attention again, Sasha flicked Marcy's head, it was harmless but brought Marcy back to reality.

She looked up from her console and in to Sasha's eyes.

"Oh yeah sure! I wouldn't mind."

She said quickly with a smile.

Sasha smiled.

"Alrighty then, follow me. We'll go perform at my Garage!"

You silently nodded, you were interested in how this would go.

One walk to a Garage later…

The four of you arrived in front of a Garage, Sasha's Garage. Well technically the Garage of her parents, or parent. Since her Parents are divorced.

But you didn't know that.

Sasha opened up the Garage, with just her two Hands, not needing any help from you or the other girls.

Quite impressive, at least for a Lazybones like you. Considering that you run out of Breath after 1 Minute of running and have trouble lifting a Cardboard box filled with not so heavy things.

But enough about your lack skill in anything.

Let's go ahead with your friends that are about to show you some Talent.

„Alright you two, go grab your instruments, I'll go grab mine."

Said Sasha. Anne and Marcy nodded.

So all three of them went in inside to pick up their respective instrument, or in Marcy's case, to push it, because it would be hard to just pick up big drums.

You decided to go follow Anne. Why?

Because you still barley know each other and thought that you could maybe exchange a quick conversation.

You were right behind Anne, she was looking for her instrument. You didn't know what evacuate was looking for, maybe you could help.

You tapped her on her back.

„Hm?"

She let out, confused.

She turned around and smiled at seeing you.

„Oh hey (Y/N)! Can I help you with something?"

You were about to say something but got interrupted by Anne.

"Whoa! What happened to your face? You have Scratch Marks  all over on it. Or on your right side."

"Shit.."

You whispered

You did not need  this right now and would prefer to not talk about this.

You decided to just lie about it. So she would let it go quickly.

"Well, yesterday when I was about go grab a Bottle from a bit of a higher position, I wasn't very careful.."

You paused for a bit.

"The Bottle dropped on me and I was in absolute pain."

You finished explaining, while crossing your arms.

Anne looked at you in sympathy.

"Man that sucks, I'm sorry for that dude."

She said, sounding very genuine.

"Eh it's fine. But I appreciate it."

You replied with a smile.

"Now, go find whatever Instrument it is that you are supposed to find."

You quickly added, wanting to move on from that Conversation.

"Oh yeah, I'm supposed to do that.

It's an Bass by the way."

She explained.

She then turned back again, looking for the Bass.

"I know I put it here somewhere during our last Band practice..."

She commented, speaking to no one in particular.

"Ah! There it is!"

She exclaimed happily, picking it up.

She then turned around, facing you again.

"Common! The others probably already have their Instruments."

She exclaimed, grabbing my hand walking back closer to the entrance of the Garage.

And indeed, Sasha and Marcy had  their Instruments.

Marcy as mentioned before was using Drums, and Sasha was also using a Bass, and a Microphone.

You had no idea where it was connected to.

Sasha looked at Anne.

"Took you long enough."

She commented.

Anne  was about to say something, but decided against doing so.

"Common, just get in position. And you (Y/N), go grab a chair or something,  sit down and enjoy the show."

You turned your face to look for a chair but you didn't see one, so just sat down cross legged.

"Or  that.."

She commented.

"And before any of you two, ask. We will be performing Hearstomper."

She quickly said.

Anne and Marcy silently nodded.

"Okay, guys. On 3."

She began.

"One,

Two

THREE!"

Placing this here because I refuse to type out lyrics.

You were amazed,  Sasha's singing was amazing. Marcy and Anne's performance were great too.

"OH MY GOD! YOU GUYS DID SO GOOD!"

You yelled. Full with excitement, standing up from the ground.

"Thank you!"

Replied Anne humbly.

"I'm glad that you liked it."

Replied Marcy a bit shyly with a small unnoticeable blush.

"Of course I was, but thanks."

Replied Sasha, not very humbly.

"So, why do we do now?"

You asked, now pumped up to do more.

"Idk I would say that we should just chill here."

You shrugged.

"Eh, fine by me."

You replied casually.

This moment felt you with happiness.

You never experienced something like this with any of your former friends. Never did you do anything this fun with them.

You felt as comfortable as never before.

And Sasha also felt great after this.

She now felt that she got you in her fold as well.

Another puppet she could play with.

Wether that is true remains to be seen...

Thanks for reading this chapter, hope you liked it, and do not be shy to leave a comment. :)

#amphibia x reader #sasha waybright #marcy wu #anne boonchuy #Youtube

[recapitulation]

hi im so sorry for bothering you and feel free to not answer, but - i saw your meal lusts per energy level and... any chance you could make a "i can chop some stuff and probably boil some water/turn on the oven, but dont ask me to do anything with it (like stirring) until it's done"? no worries if not, it was just a really good set of lists!

hi :) if babysitting things that are cooking is typically the most taxing part of cooking for u (and I totally get that) I would really recommend getting a rice cooker/steamer if u don't already. I got one for $4 at a secondhand store. I love it because you can plop things in there and then walk alway without having to watch a pot or stir anything. here are some ideas of things to make in there:

okay rice obviously, which can be paired with literally anything. for example green onion + soy sauce + canned tuna or spam

my FAVORITE is to cook rice and steam something at the same time. double whammy. so you can pair rice with some steamed veggies :) my fav is some steamed spinach (only needs like 3 mins though and rice will take longer) w some sesame oil and garlic litcherallyyyyyy it's so yummy

also egg is too good w rice not to mention. if you scramble it then pour it to make a thin sheet in a sautee pan and cook it on low while the rice cooks it doesn't require any stirring! you should still be near a pan on the stove though so more high maintenance

another one of my fav combos is putting frozen potstickers in with some frozen edamame and letting them both cook at the same time! and they are both so yummy. also a good sauce is 1 part dark soy sauce 1 part vinegar + splash of sesame oil and some chili flakes!

#if i think of more i will come back and edit:) #answered

[f0rever15elf]

So my mom has this recipe for cheesy zucchini casserole that has been one of my favorite dishes that she has ever made and it makes me super nostalgic. Well I have a bunch of zucchini in my garden that I don't know what to do with because they're the size of small baseball bats literally bigger than my forearm and taking up an entire shelf in my fridge so I decided to make the casserole! It's super simple and warm and I just really really love it and I want to share the recipe with you guys! My lactose intolerant friends I'm going to apologize now because there is so much dairy in this recipe.

I wish I had a picture to share but I got ahead of myself and put the one I made today up already 😅

Tools:

Baking dish, I use a 9x13

Skillet

Oven or toaster oven big enough for your casserole dish

Steamer basket and a pot for it

Cutting board and a sharp knife (dull knives are dangerous!)

A way to shred cheese if not using pre-shredded

Ingredients:

1 egg

1/2 to 1 cup bread crumbs, unseasoned, plus about a third cup for the topping. I use panko

Lemon pepper seasoning, to taste. I used a few table spoons. Less is more, and you can always add, but can't take away.

About a cup to a cup and a half of sour cream

1 to 2 cups cheddar cheese, plus about a third a cup extra for the toping. I use sharp or extra sharp.

1 large sweet or yellow onion. Red or white will also work.

Several cloves of garlic. Measure it with your soul. My soul told me 5 large cloves.

Two to three large zucchini, whatever variety you like. Mom also uses yellow squash sometimes as well.

A couple table spoons of a neutral oil

Assembly

Preheat your oven to 375 F.

Cut your squash in half width wise and in half again length wise.

Add the squash to your steamer and let it go. Watch to make sure the water doesn't all evaporate out or ypu could scorch your pot.

Let the squash steam until it is fork tender all the way through. It will look more translucent.

Let the squash cool, then carefully with a spoon, scoop out the insides onto some paper towels, leaving the skins in tact for later.

Squeeze the squash insides in the towel to get rid of excess water.

Dice your onion and add it to a skillet with your oil. Sauté on medium to medium high until translucent and a little golden. This will take several minutes.

In the last minute of cooking, add your garlic, minced or crushed or measured out of a jar. Do you, boo, just get it in the pan. Sauté about 30 seconds or until fragrant.

In a large bowl, add your cooked onions and garlic, your egg, sour cream, cheese, lemon pepper seasoning and stir to combine.

Add the squash insides and combine.

Add your breadcrumbs a little at a time until the mixture has thickened. It doesn't need to be super stiff, but you don't want it runny. You may not use all the breadcrumbs, and that's OK.

Grease your baking dish.

Using the reserved squash skins, carefully line the baking dish.

Add your filling and spread evenly.

Mix your reserved bread crumbs and cheese with about a teaspoon of lemon pepper seasoning and spread it evenly over the casserole.

Bake, uncovered at 375 for about half an hour, or until the center is set and the top is golden brown.

Enjoy! Be careful, the filling will be like lava at first.

#food #recipes #zucchini #autumn ramblings