#pancakes talk

[sam-the-pancake]

We've reached a new layer of not respecting mobility aid users/not seeing us as people.

Today in my class I was using my wheelchair and going towards someone to ask a question. They jumped up and grabbed someone else's cane from "in my way" and began to move it. I said no it's ok, and they said something like don't worry I'll put it back. I said no again and they returned it to where it was. I asked my question and went back to my spot. The person who's cane it was was sitting right there. They could have moved it if they thought it was in my way or if I asked them to.

A minute later I heard the cane fall over. It hadn't fallen before that but of course the abled person who moved it didn't know how to balance it properly.

Don't touch people's aids. Both myself and the other disabled person were able to handle the situation if necessary, but it didn't need to be handled because there wasn't a problem.

#host #pancakes talk #people in this class also keep jumping up to move chairs for me #even though theyre the lightest wheely chairs and i can move them just fine on my own #but they dont move when im coming and theyre sitting in the middle of the aisle #cripple punk #cripplepunk #disability #disabled #ambulatory wheelchair user #cane user #dont touch mobility aids

[percki]

the state of things

#I HAVE SEEN SO MUCH DISCOURSE ON TIKTOK ABOUT THIS #someone said zutara is dramione. someone else said kataang is like dating your babysitter #me personally i read blue and i’m a zukka truther #atla #avatar the last airbender #zukka #zutara #kataang #zutara shippers and kataang shippers are fistfighting in the denny’s parking lot and zukka shippers are inside enjoying their pancakes #talk tag

[discountalien-pancake]

Things to do before you cut into fabric:

Iron it. Listen to me. Look me in the eyes. Are you listening? Iron your fabric. Don’t be an idiot and waste a solid yard of material bc you were too lazy to do it right the first time. Ask me how I know. Velvet is possibly the only exception.

Expanding on the ironing, make sure your grainlines aren’t skewed. When you buy fabric, 99% of the time it will be cut crooked and you cannot rely on the cut edge to lay your fabric out straight. If your fabric has a woven pattern, you can use that as a reference, but printed ones aren’t reliable either. I draw a thread an trim off the slanted excess.

Lay your fabric out on a flat surface with straight reference lines that can be used to align the grain. For me this means my hardwood floors.

Yes I am way more obsessive than the average hobbyist tailor but getting your grain aligned is so important.

#pancake talks textiles

[wannabe-f-f-friends]

Xie Lian in the cave: He's obsessed with me 💖😗🥰🥹👰👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨💘💘💘

Fengqing in the cave: HE'S OBSESSED WITH YOU 😬😱🤢👹🙈🙉🙊🔪🔪🔪

#CAVE OF 10000 GODS #IM HERE I READ IT #IT WAS SO MUCH #I WANNA TALK ABOUT IT BUT I'M ALSO STILL PROCESSING #heaven officials blessing #xie lian #hualian #tgcf #talking pancake

[artkarps]

pete talking about a recurring nightmare of his regarding spaghetti (x)

#this whole video is super cute #just them talking about being dads n stuff while making pancakes #idk who the host is but apparently they've been friends for a while! i guess some of yall who've been here longer would know? #fob #fall out boy #pete wentz #pw #video #fish originals

[arataka-reigen]

There is something so tender about these pages. The love and care that goes into bringing taste back into a person's life. The way Senshi woke up early and made sure to put on a show while cooking, to start by bringing joy into the experience. The fact that he chose to make pancakes, something that is warm and has a soft texture and would feel good to eat even if you had no sense of taste. Senshi Dungeonmeshi you are my hero.

#when i say that i cried... #i'd love to see this scene animated #i can practically taste those pancakes through the pages #dungeon meshi #senshi #yaado #gi talks animanga #1 #b

[ymechi]

Who is the real Creator?

I had to edit and remove some parts for this to make sense, I hope it is coherent if not please tell me so I can fix it and explain everything better. I did not expect people to be interested in this au so I was surprised! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

-TW: cult au, yandere, impostor au, mentions of being hunted down, mentions of trauma, mentions of character injuring themselves (nothing major)

-Gn reader and darling (please tell me if I mess this up message me and I will fix it)

Part 1, This is part 2, part 3, part 4

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Reader ushered Darling inside giving them the blanket which they used to dry their wet self. They sort of reminded Reader of what a wet sad cat one of their neighbors used to own looked like after a rainy day. Darling sat on the kitchen table as Reader once again prepared some tea. Reader really should get a nice tea set soon, they mentally put that on their shopping list the next time they are going to the market.

Darling sat quietly at the table sniffing and not saying much, Reader had no idea what to say before it would have been so easy they knew each other in and out. Yet now. . . it was as if a hundred years had passed, a million things had happened. Reader was now not sure what to say.

They weren't sure if they even wanted to comfort Darling. Shouldn't Darling be comforting Reader? All they got was that half-assed hospital meeting.

If Darling is upset wasn't there a league of followers, acolytes, servants heck even Archons who would comfort them why come to them now out of all times and alone? Clearly something serious happened that they had to runaway alone to them out of all people.

Reader inwardly sighed.

They bought out a pan. One thing they knew how to lighten the mood up was pancakes, it was easy and they knew how to do that . In fact, they might get a master's degree in making pancakes, Reader should ask Nahida if that is possible.

(They tried not to think that it was Darling's favourite meal to eat after being sad.)

"So. . . What happened?" Reader tried to start.

Darling did not respond for a while just quietly staring at them. Their eyes were a bit dull and exhaustion was evident on their face. They seemed to contemplate what to say before they started.

"I. . . I asked to wield a sword, at first they were against it but I wanted to try y'know?"

There was no question who they were, the crazy cultist acolytes. Reader shuddered at some of their past interactions with them, they were good weapon wielders reader would give them that. . . Reader had first-hand experience after all.

Yet Darling was alone with the trigger-happy acolytes all this time.

Although Darling was the supposed Creator, they should have been fine, Reader looked over at them and they lacked any surface wounds.

They should have been fine right?

"It was fine at first they taught me proper stances but then I got a bit touchy with the sword, you know me how I get with stuff like that and then I," she sighed, "I cut myself like an idiot."

Reader rubbed their head and thought about it, they would not be here for a cut something else went on and they waited for Darling to finish.

"Then I bled," Darling was quiet for a moment, "it was red."

Hey, it rhymed Reader wanted to say to break the tension but Reader refrained. They did not get it at all. What was so wrong with red blood? Wasn't blood supposed to be red.

Darling must have caught on and they looked like they finally understood something. It was they who wanted to understand what was going on!

"Uhm yeah you maybe don't know but the Creator is supposed to bleed gold."

Oh.

"Oh."

That is all they could say really. They felt dumb for a second there they had been actively avoiding taking any religious classes or any mention of religion for their own mental health's sake. Perhaps if they did not avoid it as much they would have understood what was going on much easier but for now the single religious book they owned remained hidden and untouched in their drawer.

Now that they finally understood the problem it was quite the conundrum. Darling was supposed to be the Creator yet now they were not because of some gold blood requirement. What would happen to Darling? Would they accuse them of harming the "real Creator"? Hunt them down like they did to Reader? Would they come and hunt down Reader again?

Although they doubted they would be hunted down again as the "blessings of the Creator" thing, whatever that meant, Nahida told everyone else seemed to work and placate them.

"Now what?" A reader asked tiredly.

"I don't know I managed to sneak out while they were distracted but I guess they will find out soon to come and get me."

Reader grimaced and turned around to prepare to finally whisk the ingredients they were too distracted to do while they listened to Darling.

"So like did they hurt you after they found out or something?" Reader cringed at their wording. They could have said that better considering it was a serious topic.

"No they didn't they just healed me and left me in my room," Darling paused, "You should have seen some of the looks on their faces, like I killed their puppy or something. . ."

Reader tried to imagine what it was like worshipping someone only for that person not to be the god they worshiped. It must have gone bad for both parties involved. Darling was told she was a god only to be looked at in disappointment. The followers who eagerly awaited for their beloved Creator only for it to be an illusion.

"Yikes, I can't imagine it was pleasant."

"It wasn't."

They went quiet after that soon the pancakes were ready and Reader went out to serve them along with the tea. Reader had to admit they could make some good mean pancakes because Darling looked a bit better with some of the color returning to their face.

There was another knock at the door.

Another visitor? Who would come- They looked at Darling, oh right.

Darling once again looked pale and the grip on their utensils was trembling. What had they done to shake them up this much? Reader wasn't doing better either their heartbeat going frantic as unpleasant memories resurfaced. Damnit they thought they had gotten better.

"Reader it is me Nahida we need to talk, I am sorry but it is urgent."

Reader inhaled, thank the stars it was only Nahida.

They relaxed their shoulders and opened the door. Despite the rain, the Archon looked dry and Reader wondered what sort of magic they used and if they could learn it as well.

"I am sorry to interfere," she looked behind Reader, "but it seems you have the person we have been searching for," Nahida said while looking genuinely sorry.

Right, the only person Darling knew besides the acolytes in this world was the Reader. No wonder they were found out so quickly.

"Uhm- uh- How about some pancakes first?"

Nahida looked the the back of Darling who was hunched over and relented. She must have seen something as she agreed rather quickly. Reader closed the door as the Archon entered their home. Nahida approached Darling they did an elegant bow and Reader was suddenly hit that Darling was or now was the creator. Darling got someone as well respected as Nahida to bow.

Reader had seen the way people behaved in respect and reverence at Nahida and how the scholars, the Emirates, and merchants would listen and take in her input. So someone like Nahida bowing. . .

Reader never fully understood the weight and status of that position the so-called "Creator" held even after being hunted down over it.

Yet now it seemed very heavy.

How did Darling live with that?

Darling face grimaced as she saw the bow. Nahida looked worried.

"Is there something going on your grace?"

This was going to be an awkward conversation. How to explain to someone you were not the god you thought they were?

Darling looked at Reader before looking back at their untouched pancakes.

"I am not your grace Nahida I bleed red like the rest."

A tense silence followed.

Nahida to her credit seemed calm with the revelation. She had her point finger touching her mouth in a contemplative gesture.

"I see and that is why you are here."

The room was quiet for a while. Reader awkwardly wrung her hands and it was surprisingly Darling, the least stable person who spoke up again.

"Did you know?" Darling said in an accusing tone their eyebrows narrowed. Reader thought they almost looked angry. Where did that come from? How could Nahida have known if no one else including them knew?

"To be honest your-," she paused," I had my suspicions.

Wait what- That was the first Reader heard about this.

"And you did not bother to tell me! To tell anyone?!" Darling jumped up from the chair.

"Was it funny watching me being led on, all those expectations, all those promises my whole world getting fucked up - fuck can I even go back home to my family?!"

Reader jumped between them hiding Nahida behind them trying to calm Darling down who looked to be on the verge of crying or a breakdown.

"Look Darling I know you are upset, it's messed up but she didn't have anything to do with it okay? I am sure she had her reasons."

Darling took one glance at Reader's eyes and fell down on the chair, they hid their face in their arms.

"I am. . . Sorry. . . Shit."

That de-escalated quickly just as it erupted. They worry about Darling's mental health at this point.

"It is fine, I suppose this is a very difficult situation for everyone involved," said Nahida.

Reader wrung their hands together.

"Hey I know it's not the time but I did make extra pancakes let's eat first?" They tried not to sound pathetic.

The silence was their reply.

"You and your damn pancakes," Darling said and snorted.

"Hey! I only do it because I know it cheers you up!" they said and huffed.

Nahida who looked at them laughed, the previous suffocating tension was gone and Reader went up to get a plate for Nahida as well. Finally both Reader and the Archon sat down on their seat they all ate in relative silence but it wasn't as awkward as it could have been.

Once finished Reader poured some hot tea.

"Thank you Reader the pancakes were delicious I will have to ask you to let me eat them again sometime."

Reader smiled at the Archon.

"Of course, you are welcome any time."

Darling who watched them snorted. Reader looked at them with questioning eyes.

"What are you laughing at," Reader said in an accusing tone. Was Darling mocking them again?

"You speak like them now," Darling said with an amused glint in their eyes as they looked at Reader.

"Ohh, I guess I kind of do. . ."

"Nerd."

"Hey!"

Nahida once again took a look at them and laughed. Both snapped out of their bubble and looked at the Archon sheepishly.

"I am glad to see you two are getting along well, I hope both of you don't mind the topic changing to a more serious one," she looked at both of them and both nodded,"Before we start, I have a question for you Darling."

Darling looked apprehensive but nodded.

"Do the others know about you not being the creator?"

". . .Yeah they do," Darling said and looked at their empty plate.

"I see that does make things easier it is better it is out now that later knowing how overzealous some acolytes and followers can get."

Reader grimaced and Darling looked a bit defeated at the statement.

"How much do you both know about the creator?"

Reader and Darling looked at each other and it was Reader who started to speak.

"Honestly not much I avoid religious talk at all cost."

Nahida looked at Reader with sympathy.

"I guess I am the opposite I got to learn a lot, basically in each new era the creator descends into a new incarnation, and their vessel is not always the same," she paused thinking about what to say next, "They like to live peacefully with their people because of that they don't always have their powers with them but they can gain them over time, something like that"

"Yes that is most of it, it is presumed in this era the creator chose to be a normal human which we thought was you Darling. We also thought that the Creator's presence and powers were weak due to being a normal human in this incarnation. Despite you not being the Creator some part of what I said is true.

"Which part?" Darling asked.

"The part where the creator chose to be an ordinary human, despite having such a faint presence me being so attuned to Irminsul could still feel it, yet it was weak. That is why I was confused. Rather than being the Creator you Darling had gotten a blessing from the Creator."

"But how I have never met them" Darling interjected.

Nahida stared at Reader and once again Reader was reminded of those intense stares directed at them as if trying to solve a puzzle piece.

"No, the creator was - is still quite close to you."

"Wait really?" Darling looked at Nahida in confusion inching closer towards the Archon as if they went closer physically they would solve the mystery.

"Yes we are sitting beside them after all."

There was no question about who Nahida meant both she and Darling were staring at Reader.

No.

That is what Reader replied with.

Nahida shook her head.

"I am afraid it is true.

No way.

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Taglist: @resident-cryptid @probablynoposts @esthelily @mitsukashi @charming-mage @chaoticfivesworld @irisxiel @dulcedelechenginamo

#genshin impact #sagau #genshin sagau #self aware au #self aware genshin #cult au #yandere #imposter au #sort of not really an imposter au #mentions of trauma #mentions of character injuring themselves (nothing major) #mentions of being hunted down #nahida #Not much is happening in this chapter to be honest #they eat pancakes and talk

[spacedace]

So I don't know a whole lot about DC/Batman canon but I do recall seeing something about Tim trying to clone people (his parents? I'm unclear about what happened to them but I think remember seeing something about cloning) and I feel like there's some good opportunities for some dc x dp stuff there.

Like, don't get me wrong I love everything where Danny and/or Elle adopt Con, but consider:

Tim, waking up after passing out from sleep deprivation for the nth time that month, groggily becoming aware of some guy sitting - wait no, floating, he's crisscross applesauce a full foot above the bed - staring at him unblinking. And Tim has half a second to think this white haired, weird looking - is he green? He kinda looks his skin is green, and h's glowing a little? - guy is his (okay, he can admit it, pretty attractive) sleep paralysis demon before attractive-sllep-paralysis-demon gives him a terrifying smile - oh God that's way too many teeth and they are way too sharp and why is that doing something for him??? - and says:

"Oh good you're up! We can get started then."

And then pulls out a laptop from somewhere?? And turning it so that Tim can see there's a PowerPoint pulled up with "So You've Started Cloning People: The Ethics and Responsibilities of Creating and Caring for Your Clone Children (AKA: How Not to be a Total Fruitloop)" It's entirely in comic sans.

Danny is just happy that things are going better than when he tried to do this with that bald weirdo in Metropolis. Though at least he'd been able to snack on the guy's rock candy while he did his presentation there. Maybe cute-sleep-deprived guy would be down for breakfast after this, provided Danny doesn't have to body him for being a shitty Clone dad.

#the list #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #batman #tim drake #danny fenton #brain dead #fanfic writing prompt #Tim is having a TIME #it's not until he's sitting across his - much more human looking - nightmare demon at Dennys to figure out he's not hallucinating #by then Elle's joined them for chocolate pancakes and talking about Talia being next on #*the list* #which isn’t ominous AT ALL

[esprei]

Emmet month - Day 18: Food and drink

emmet pancake 🥞

#submas #subway boss emmet #subway boss kudari #emmet #kudari #monthofemmet #my art #i wasn't gonna originally do anything for this day either but #friends and i were talking about pancake emmet #i can't even remember why rn dsklfj #OH because one friend had made a pancake one time and it looked like a miserable sad face #but i was like you know what's not sad? emmet #thus emmet pancake was born #he's here to see the world now #do you eat him or spare him? #also yeah i'll do an ingo version later

[clownsuu]

I'm just gonna leave this here.. :)

Da siblings,,,,,

#The striped arms trio- #HEHE SHMOL #Lovelie being the lil hater of the group despite the one with the most confidence #Funfact #Lovelie’s favorite fruit is peaches and Mari’s is blueberries (and of course Robbie’s is anything citrus) #They usually like eating the fruit raw but occasionally like to dabble into other forms #Like for robbie he likes baked sweets like cakes pies etc- #Lovelie’s is peach flavored beverages #And Mari’s is….. well anything round #As long as it’s served in a round dish she’d be interested lmAO #Though she does really like blueberry pancakes- which is also a favorite to Dusty! #ANYWAY THO AWEAWEAWE SO CUUUUUTE #Thems just vibin… what are they talking about? #Possibly world domination…..

[xiaoluclair]

things charles leclerc has said that will give me a subarachnoid haemorrhage:

[ about max ] : "i've never had as [much] fun as i did this race"

[ about max ] : "we've always been fighting together"

[ about max ] : "i can't wait to fight against him for the title"

[ about max ] : "i know how strong he is"

[ about max ] : "i think it was just a matter of time before he got his first world championship"

[ about max ] : "i want to beat him as much as he wants to beat me ... that's the way it has always been"

[ about max ] : "i will remember all my life"

things max verstappen has said that will give me a subarachnoid haemorrhage:

[ about charles ] : he's not a pancake

#xiao: waffle #waffle: mv1.cl16 #kinda shitpost kinda NOT #the way charles talks about him... idk iDk man it makes me Feel sometimes #like rn #i will remember all my life <- this is about the INCHIDENT BTW #and he said it so emphatically i cant Even #the way max talks about charles... no bb he is Not a pancake 🥺🥺 #his ass maybe #but not him u r So correct! #lestappen

[sam-the-pancake]

Thank you to my autistic coworker who said congrats on the new mobility aid when i told them I'm getting a wheelchair, unlike every other coworker who's been weird about it. I thought allistics were supposed to be good at reading emotions and body language. I know I don't usually emote "right" but is it not clear that I'm happy about this?

#host #disabled #cripple punk #cripplepunk #disability #currently looking at the tilite aero z #but im going in Wednesday to trial some chairs #very excited!!! #pancakes talk

[mblue-art]

*BLOWS UP PANCAKES WITH MIND*

you just blew up a perfectly good stack of pancakes anon.........

og meme

#ask #mblue talks #i drew tha pancake 😎🥞

[discountalien-pancake]

This is how well-fitted corsets look on large bodies! No one’s tits are getting crushed.

‘But, Pancake!’ you ask, ‘Aren’t stays supposed to squish the tits?’

No. That’s a myth, probably started by either the Victorians or Hollywood (or both, as these things go).

Stays have never been about squishing your tits to your chest. They provide support for your chest and back, and structure for your outer clothes. That’s it.

#plus size fashion #pancake talks textiles

[wannabe-f-f-friends]

He Xuan: You won't believe who just came up here for the third time.

Hua Cheng: ........Don't joke about that.

He Xuan: I'm not, I swear! And he broke a bunch of stuff on his way in.

Hua Cheng: What.

He Xuan: Um, yeah, you know his two babies that you hate? He hit one with a giant bell and smashed the other one's palace.

Hua Cheng: I am definitely in the right religion.

#Calamity Communication Array #apparently this has been in my drafts for a month #huh #tgcf #heaven officials blessing #he xuan #hua cheng #talking pancake

[miryum]

Hi hi! i love your writing and i was wondering if you could do a newt x reader where newt explains his limp to reader and they pamper him for like a week and are super caring after they learn about his ykyk? 🫶🫶🫶

Thank you for your kind words! You are too kind!

Warnings: Established relationship, love confessions, sexual innuendos, Frypan being brotherly, all of the cheese. Didn’t exactly turn out the way I wanted, but I hope you like it! 😬😅

“Hey Newtie,” you affectionately said, sitting down next to the boy. “Could I ask you something?”

“Anything, love,” Newt smiled kindly. He stretched out his legs, enjoying the heat off the monthly bonfire. 

Your lips quirked up stiffly, fully aware of what you were about to ask. However, the question had been pushing at you, wanting to burn its way out. “You don’t have to answer,” you started carefully, “but how did you get your limp?”

Newt’s face fell and you immediately knew you overstepped your boundaries. You had only been dating a couple weeks and didn’t want to make the boy feel uncomfortable. You shifted towards him as if to begin apologising. “Are you sure you wanna know?” He asked quietly, speaking before you could.“You’re not gonna see me the same after I tell you. I’ll be this ugly, delicate, depressed, misshapen monster-”

“Newt,” you cut him off. “You could never change in my mind. You will forever be my kind, loving, adorable Newt.”

Newt flickered a smile at you. “I jumped,” he said softly.

“You jumped?” You didn’t want to press him.

He nodded. “Th- There was this time, a couple years ago, when things got really bad.” He swallowed roughly and avoided your eyes. “I didn’t wanna go on so I ran into the maze, climbed a wall, and jumped.” His words hug, suspended in the air. All other sounds around you two faded, leaving a bubble of just you and Newt. After a deafening silence, Newt slowly continued, “Minho found me. He brought me back here and Clint and Jeff patched me up. But they said my leg would never be the same.”

“Do you wish it worked?” You asked before you could stop yourself. 

Newt sighed. His body was angled into you, and yours to him. An intimate position for an intimate conversation. While this would forever change your and Newt’s relationship, it would never be the reason you stopped loving him. If that was even possible. Only a couple weeks into this relationship and you already knew Newt was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

“At first, yeah,” he admitted. “When I woke up and realised nothing had changed except for a crippled leg, I wanted to run back and try again. But Alby and Minho made me go on. And then you showed up.” For the first time since you began this conversation, Newt looked at you. His brown eyes held a deep sadness, one you wanted to erase away and make him new again. But this experience had changed Newt. If you erased it, you would be erasing him. You couldn’t do that to the boy you loved. 

“I came up?” You wondered.

“You came up,” he confirmed. “And everything changed. You made the sun shine brighter, the grass grow greener, and the birds sing louder. You lit up the Glade. You lit up my life. And then I had a reason to be happy again. You changed everything.”

You melted. Reaching forward and grabbing Newt in a hug, you said, “You’re not a misshapen monster. Depression doesn’t make you ugly. I love you and nothing will ever change that.”

“You love me?” Newt broke the hug to look at you, a large, hesitant smile growing on his face.

You couldn’t meet his eyes and stammered out, “Well, I mean like, you know, we were friends before we started dating and I really loved and valued your friendship so yeah, I loved you then and ever since we started going out, I mean, love doesn’t go away, there’s different kinds of it. I don’t know if I love you romantically- I mean, of course I do, I love you a lot, but it’s too soon to tell you, so-”

Newt stopped your rambling with a kiss. You two had kissed before, but this felt different. More passionate and caring. More trusting. 

“I love you too, you know.” Newt confided, his lopsided grin making you want to kiss him again. So you did. 

“And nothing will ever change the way I feel.” You hugged him tightly, your bodies fitting together like they were meant to be.

**

“Hey Fry,” Newt said, standing in line to get his food. “How’re you?”

“Your girlfriend’s fine,” Frypan rolled his eyes. “Seeing as that’s the information you really wanna know. She got up early this morning to make something special for the Glade.”

“Yeah, I know,” Newt frowned. “She was gone when I woke up.”

“Okay, ew.” Frypan shuddered, slopping some food into a bowl for Newt. “I don’t need to hear that.”

“Our hammocks are right next to each other, you shank!” Newt defended himself. “But what’d she do?”

“Made pancakes for everyone.” Frypan grinned, proud of his protege. He showed a plate to Newt, piled high with pancakes. “She made this plate just for you.” 

Newt carefully took it, his cheeks lighting up with a blush. Next to the delicious looking surprise of pancakes stood a piece of paper, folded in half. On the outside was a drawn heart and on the inside a scribbled note that said: Good morning! Hope you like the pancakes. Love, Y/n.

Frypan groaned as Newt stood there, smiling softly at the note. Fry said sternly, “Shuck off, man. You’re holding up the line!” 

Newt shook his head at the impatient cook, still beaming because of his girlfriend. Going to sit next to Thomas and Minho, his friends cheered when they saw him. “The man of the hour!” Minho cried, already on his second plate. He had put off running the maze to eat more of Y/n’s breakfast.

Puzzled, Newt asked them what they meant. 

“Clearly you did something to butter Y/n/n up,” Thomas mumbled through a mouth of food. “Because these are delicious. Word is that she made them for you but then decided to make them for all of us.”

“You’re the reason we have pancakes this fine morning.” Minho pointed his fork at Newt, “so whatever you’re doing, keep it up. Ask for waffles next.”

Newt rolled his eyes. “I’ll stop by to thank her later.”

“Good that.” Minho said. 

Eating quickly to see Y/n sooner, Newt hurriedly dumped his empty tray. Using his second- in- command rank to get out of fifteen minutes of early work, Newt knocked on the side door of the kitchen. 

Frypan opened it and once he saw who it was, closed it. 

“Fry!” Newt protested. 

“You’ll only distract her!” Frypan yelled back. “We need to start lunch.” 

“Let me talk to my girlfriend!” Newt shouted. He heard Y/n’s laugh from behind the door and he involuntarily smiled at the sound of it.

“Frypan,” he heard you say, “I’ve finished the dishes- I’ll be two minutes.”

“Yeah, cause that’s all the stamina he has,” Frypan muttered. 

Newt’s jaw dropped. The door suddenly opened and you pulled him away, chuckling nervously. “Did he just say-” 

“He didn’t say anything!” You said quickly. “Now, what did you wanna talk about? Is something wrong?” 

“Nothing’s wrong!” Newt assured you, “In fact, the opposite. I wanted to thank you for the pancakes. They were really good and everyone loved them.” 

“Well, I just thought that you needed a picker- upper after last night,” you shrugged. 

“What the shuck happened last night?!” Frypan’s voice cried through the door.

“Slim it!” You yelled in response. 

Newt then wrapped you in an unexpected hug. “Thank you,” he murmured. “You’re a really great girlfriend. I love you. And I love that I can finally say that.” 

You hugged him back. “I love you too, Newt,” you said. “And don’t you ever forget it.”

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