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hopegillespie72 · 11 months

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Pumpkin Pie Pecan Cobbler

Pumpkin Pie Pecan Cobbler has a creamy pumpkin pie layer topped with a sweet spiced pecan crumble topping. Serve with a scoop of vanilla ice cream for the best pumpkin cobbler recipe that's perfect for Fall.

PUMPKIN PIE PECAN COBBLER RECIPE

Pumpkin pie pecan cobbler will be one of the best pumpkin desserts you will make this Fall. A soft pumpkin pie like filling topped with a crunchy pecan cake mix cobbler topping.

It reminds me of pumpkin pie and pecan pie mixed together. Top it with ice cream and caramel syrup for the best pumpkin spice dessert that is so cozy and delicious. Also try this . Same concept but made with canned peaches!

And if you love the soft cobbler toppings then you will definitely want to try this , which is another Fall favorite dessert.

How To Make Pumpkin Pie Pecan Cobbler

Making pumpkin pie cobbler is so easy thanks to a few shortcuts like a cake mix, pecans, and warm pumpkin spices.

Pure Pumpkin – Do not confuse this with the pumpkin pie filling. Get the can that says 100% pure pumpkin on it. You will use the entire can in this recipe.

Evaporated Milk

Brown Sugar – I use light brown sugar but if you prefer the stronger molasses flavor of dark brown sugar then feel free to use that.

Large Eggs

Pumpkin Pie Spice

Spice Cake Mix – You can also use a french vanilla, vanilla cake mix, or yellow cake mix if you can’t find the spice cake mix.

Chopped Pecans

Butter

My Tips For Pumpkin Pie Cobbler

Here are my tips for making this recipe that will hopefully give you great results when you make it!

Do I have to use the spice cake mix? No you don’t! I actually have not been able to find it in any grocery store near me (maybe they quit making it?) so I always use a vanilla cake mix. You can also use a yellow cake mix as well. If you don’t use the spice cake mix then you will want to add 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon.

What if I am allergic to nuts? I will say that if you can’t add the nuts due to an allergy than maybe find a different recipe. I hate saying that but I am afraid that if you don’t add the nuts then this dessert will be overly sweet and maybe not even edible.

How do I store leftovers? Because of the pumpkin pie base you need to refrigerate the leftovers. Leftovers will stay good, covered, for about 2 days. I just scoop some out onto a plate and microwave it until it’s warmed through.

How do I serve this pumpkin cobbler? I highly recommend putting a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top of the warm cobbler. It is so yummy! I also like to top mine with more chopped pecans and a drizzle of caramel ice cream syrup. You could also top it with some Cool Whip or make your own freshly whipped cream to go on top. It’s really good that way too.

Pumpkin Pie Pecan Cobbler

Prep Time 5minutes minutesCook Time 45minutes minutesTotal Time 50minutes minutes

Servings 10 people

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Ingredients

▢1 can (15 oz) pure pumpkin

▢1 can (12 oz) evaporated milk

▢1 cup light brown sugar

▢3 large eggs

▢1 tablespoon pumpkin pie spice

▢1 box (15.25 oz) spice cake mix see notes below

��1 cup chopped pecans

▢1 cup (2 sticks) salted butter melted

Instructions

Heat oven to 350°. Spray a 9x13 baking dish with cooking spray.

In large mixing bowl, combine the pumpkin, evaporated milk, brown sugar, eggs, and pumpkin pie spice. Whisk together until combined and smooth. Pour into the baking dish.

Sprinkle the dry cake mix (do not prepare) evenly over the top of the pumpkin mixture. Sprinkle chopped pecans evenly over the cake mix.

** An alternate way to make this is to combine the dry cake mix, melted butter, and chopped pecans into a bowl. Mix together and then sprinkle it evenly over the pumpkin mixture in the pan. This allows for the cake mix to be completely mixed in so you don't end up with potential dry cake mix spots once it's baked. It also produces more of a crisp type topping.

Drizzle the melted butter over the top of the pecans. Try and cover all the dry cake mix, that way you don't end up with dry cake mix spots once it's baked.

Bake for 40-50 minutes. The edges will be golden brown and the center will be set. The pumpkin pie layer will be soft (it's supposed to be).

Let the cobbler sit for about 10 minutes before serving to allow the cobbler to set and cool a bit. Serve with a scoop of vanilla ice cream, whipped cream, caramel syrup drizzle, and/or chopped pecans.

*** If you don't use a spice cake mix then add 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon in with the flour mixture ***

Variation : If you don't like the idea of the dry cake mix on top, and potentially the dry cake mix spots once it's baked, try this alternative. Mix together the melted butter, dry cake mix, and chopped pecans and then sprinkle that over the pumpkin mixture in the baking dish. This allows for more of a crisp type topping and for the dry cake mix to be completely mixed in.

Cake Mix : DO NOT prepare the cake mix before adding it on top of the pumpkin mixture. Just sprinkle the dry cake mix straight from the box. If you can't find the spice cake mix (which I sometimes can't.... not sure if they even make it anymore) use a vanilla cake mix or even a yellow cake mix if that's what you prefer. I prefer using a french vanilla cake mix.

Sweetness Factor : Yes this is a dessert that uses cake mix so it will be sweet. If you are more sensitive to sweet then don't use all of the dry cake mix. Instead of sprinkling it all on top of the pumpkin mixture, maybe just sprinkle 3/4 of the dry cake mix or 2/3 of the dry cake mix, depending on preference. I make it as is and when you top it with ice cream or whipped cream, it does help to offset the sweetness.

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stwberryshtcake · 1 year

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Even More Episode Ideas

- Ginger Snap becomes addicted to gambling games when a traveling carnival (run by Licorice Whip) comes to town. After they leave, Ginger joins in on Monkshood and Snowberry’s poker games and ends up needing an intervention. Very serious, after school special type episode to add to the surrealism.

- Cranberry teaches Apple Dumpling about grey morality and uses this as an excuse to hurt Life’s Antagonists. Strawberry sings a song about being kind to enemies while Cranberry sings about revenge. It becomes clear that Cranberry is less morally grey and more chaotic evil that happens to be on Strawberry’s side.

- An episode where different characters write and read stories they’ve written to entertain each other during a blizzard, animated in different styles. They teach their own unique lessons that showcase the character’s worldview.

- A detective episode where Blueberry, Huck, Orange Blossom, and Winterberry try to figure out who’s really behind the kidnapping of their animal companions after Strawberry is falsely accused. Each kid has a different approach to it: Blueberry is more a Sherlock Holmes type, while Huck leans hard into the Noir detective stereotypes (to annoy everyone), Orange Blossom is basically Encyclopedia Brown, and Winterberry is a Jessica Fletcher type. Chaos ensues and it turns out to be the Purple Pieman and Sour Grapes.

- Maybe several detective episodes where they open their own agency, I like the idea.

- A cooking competition judged by Honey Pie Pony, the winner gets a train trip. Simple episode about not cheating and sabotage except the perpetrators (Chamomile Tea and Peppermint Fizz) don’t get to go on the trip in the end. They are still forgiven by everyone except Pumpkin and Ginger Snap.

- Strawberry helps Annie Oatmeal with a cattle drive along with nearly all her friends. They end up having to deal with a trio of rustler’s, a couple of years older than them, named Apple Water, Ash Cake, and Dump Cake aka D.C. Pumpkin finally gets to hit someone in the face with his frying pan, with absolutely no consequences.

- Second Halloween episode where Fruit Bramble kidnaps Apple Dumpling and Strawberry and Pumpkin have to save her. Fruit Bramble is animated in a more sketchy style since he’s a ghost.

- Short segments during the month of October where Raspberry Torte and Ginger Snap make ghost hunting videos, similar to Buzzfeed Unsolved mixed with Dipper’s Guide to the Unexplained. Fruit Bramble is Displeased but they don’t notice him even though everyone else sees him in the background.

- A new boy name Banoffee Pie moves to StrawberryLand and turns out to be a detective, specifically an occult detective (Harry Dresden/John Constantine type.) He helps Blueberry Muffin and her agency solve a series of break-ins where victims believe they saw Fruit Bramble tearing up their house. It turns out to be Marmalade, who had strings tied to her as a cruel joke by Snowberry. Monkshood is decent for once and was pursuing Marmalade and trying to catch her to help her get the strings off.

- A Valentine’s episode dealing with crushes or the lack of them. Huck attempts to avoid ‘mushy stuff’ by hiding with Ginger Snap and then his guy friends after Ginger Snap reveals a crush on a famous scientist. Pumpkin gives a good speech on how some people don’t ever have crushes and it’s best to move at your own pace rather than try and do what your peers are doing. He refuses to sing a song about it point blank when Huck asks why he didn’t sing.

If anyone wants any elaboration on these, I’d be happy to, I have MANY ideas.

#strawberry shortcake #strawberry shortcake 2004 #strawberry shortcake ocs #pumpkin pie #cranberry crumb #winterberry crumble #Chamomile Tea #monkshood #snowberry #banoffee pie #ash cake #apple water #dc #dump cake

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amourane · 6 days

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hate the way you smile

pairing: theodore nott x fem!reader

genre: fluff, angst, comedy, e2l + childhood enemies??

w/c: 4.7k

summary: from the second you met theodore nott you knew that your life would be torturous and that the boy would never leave you alone but maybe forever isn't so bad with theodore nott.

warnings: none just a lot of bickering

a/n: omg this one is a bit long but i finished it!

From the moment that you met Theodore Nott at the bright age of five you knew you would hate him forever. Maybe it was the way he would sneer at you with distaste or the way he would mock you for being a big crybaby whenever he took your toys. All you knew was that you simply loathed his presence.

Your families had been friends and they had initially thought that you and Theo would get along since you were both the same age. What they didn’t expect was the young boy to rip the heads of your dolls and proceed to mock you for crying your heart out. Yet even with all of your constant bickering your families still met up every holiday, bringing the demon child with them to torment your life.

Since that day your childhood was filled with cruel laughter and the mischievous eyes that would watch wherever you went. At age seven, Theodore Nott found it appropriate to fill your bathtub with toads causing you to shriek out in terror when you opened the bathroom door, and him, to run away with glee at your horrified face. At age nine, he thought it would’ve been funny to surprise you by dumping a bucket load of pumpkin juice all over you and he cackled at your expected screams of anger. What he didn’t expect was for you to retaliate by smashing a tray of cauldron cakes into his face.

Needless to say the war between you two started way back then and it had continued, the only difference being that now you both were more mature and civilised and there was no room for childish pranks.

“Suck my cock you mangled prat, I hope you trip and fall to your death you insignificant shit goblin!”

At least so you thought.

You made a move and lunged for Theodore Nott’s throat as anger flared in your eyes. No one paid mind to the scene that was unfolding before them afterall it was a common occurrence for the last six years.

“You enchanted my hair green!” You shrieked as you shook the brunette violently. “Are you out of your mind Nott? I thought we agreed we wouldn’t mess with each other’s appearances, what happened to that?”

Theodore simply smirked and you felt your fury bubble inside you. He tilted his head to the right and acted as if he was actually pondering your question. If you could you would have been breathing flames as you felt yourself grow more livid as every second went by.

“Hmm…I like your hair L/n, really suits the whole vibe you’re going for, don't you think bella?” Theo flashed you a wicked grin as he reached out to twirl a lock of your hair between his fingers. You slapped his hand away.

“And what vibe am I going for Nott? Please enlighten me since you apparently are the one making decisions for me.”

You should’ve just walked away. You really should’ve just cursed him out and gone to Madam Pomfrey for some sort of remedy instead of staying and entertaining whatever shit-faced idea he had come up with. The moment you saw the smug smirk that spread across his face and the dangerous twinkle in his eyes you knew he was going to spew some absolute bullshit. And you were right.

“Well obviously it’s a statement declaring that you’re mine, why else would you dye your hair to match my house?” The Slythering feigned disbelief, clutching his hands to his chest innocently. “But Salazar, I didn’t know you would be so bold about your feelings towards me bella.”

You felt heat rise and settle on your cheeks as you tried to come up with a colourful comeback to wipe the stupid smirk off his face but the words die in your throat. It was against your will but you could feel your face growing hotter as he continued to stare at you with that flirty glint in his eyes. Your brain spluttered to a stop and you scrambled desperately for something to say.

“Fuck you Nott.” You seethed before storming away with your hands balled into fists. You could hear the whispers of students and you could feel their stares as you stomped to the infirmary, determined to find some way to get your hair back to normal.

Theodore Nott was the biggest pain in the arse you knew and he had never stopped being one. You still remembered when you had received your letter to Hogwarts and he had scoffed at the sight asking why Hogwarts would want a half-wit like you. Needless to say your parents weren’t surprised at the cries that erupted a second later from both you and him.

Throughout your years the two of you had become known for the obvious tension and pure hatred you harboured for each other though it did seem to lean on your side a bit more than it did to his. It had been the same for the first three years, bickering, pranks and whatnot. Then fourth year came and the scrawny boy you once knew had magically grown much taller and his face had lost a lot of the baby fat it once had. All at once Theodore Nott became one of the most sought after boys in Hogwarts and it only made you loathe him more. It made his ego triple in size and it made him much more flirty towards everyone but you seemed to be his number one target. All you wanted to do was to take your wand and puncture that bloated head of his.

Though his appearance changed he still was the boy you knew since you were a child and whenever he smiled you could see the same boyish grin he had way back when he was five. He had always been the same but now he just had a much more pretty face to disguise the fact he was a blithering idiot.

Theo watched as you stormed off, his smile never once leaving his face. He loved to mess with you purely to see the visceral anger that radiated off you every single time. The way you would try to stare him down but the action proved useless as he was much taller allowing him to simply look down smugly. It amused him to see how your reactions never changed.

Ever since you were five you held the same expressions: whenever you were mildly irritated by him you would chew on your bottom lip, whenever you were pissed your eyes would double in size and you’d look like a fire-breathing dragon, and whenever he made you upset you would stare blankly without a word. He’d only ever made you truly upset once and when seeing your face he knew he would never do it again because even if the two of you bickered and fought he would never hurt you.

“Sometimes I think you’re secretly dating because you should see the way you’re daydreaming hopelessly while staring at L/n’s retreating figure Nott, you look like a bloody imbecile.” Draco slapped Theo’s back startling him out of his own thoughts. He scoffed after realising what his friend was implying.

“Oh Salazar’s balls I think I’m going to regurgitate my breakfast. You’ve gone insane if you even think for a second there’s a chance I fancy that creature.”

Laughter erupted from his friends and they continued to mock and tease him obviously not being mature enough to handle the situation with grace.

“I would rather shag the giant squid than date L/n and I’m sure the feeling is mutual.”

Mattheo hummed to himself and smirked. He placed his arm on Theo’s shoulder. “Well then can I ask her out? She’s real hot and I think she’d be interested.”

“L/n might be stupid Riddle but she wouldn’t ever go out with you or even give you the time of day. So don’t even think about doing it.” And with that he left and his friends exchanged knowing glances before bursting into another fit of laughter at their friend’s own obliviousness.

This was so not your day.

Never in your life had you forgotten to hand in homework yet one silly slip up had cost you to spend your free afternoon in detention. It wasn’t your fault you had mixed up the dates on when the transfiguration homework was due.

You begrudgingly opened the classroom doors, finding a seat to sit down for the next hour. At least you were able to catch up on some other classes while you were in detention otherwise you thought you would’ve gone mad. You looked around the classroom save for Professor McGonagall who had already greeted you when you walked in there was no one else there.

It hadn’t even been a minute when the doors burst open to reveal a very tall and very smug Slytherin.

“Mr Nott, glad for you to join us, find a seat please.”

Theo's grin faltered as his eyes locked onto yours, a flicker of confusion dancing across his features before it was swiftly replaced by his trademark smirk. He made his way toward you, closing the distance until there were mere centimetres separating you from him.

“Now L/n, Nott, I have important business to tend to so I assume the both of you are mature enough to sit through this detention. I hope that I don’t hear about any incidents when I am gone.”

It was as if your nightmare had all of a sudden come to life as you watched McGonagall leave the classroom. You tried to protest but it fell upon deaf ears as the professor had already left the room, leaving you stuck with your nemesis.

You whipped your head to face the brunette, irritation flashing in your eyes. Why had he chosen to sit next to you when there were plenty of other seats available? The classroom was far from crowded, yet here he was, invading your personal space with his mere presence

“Why are you sitting next to me Nott?”

“Why can’t I? Do you happen to own every seat in this classroom?” He teased. “I didn’t think you did, so I’m going to sit where I want.”

You grumbled under your breath at his stubbornness, getting up to pack your things. “Fine, but then I’m moving.”

Before you could make your move, Theo reached out and grabbed your arm. “Hey slow down, I have a perfect seat right here.” Your irritation flared at his audacity, and you shot him a scathing glare as he gestured to his lap with a smug smirk. “Why don’t you-”

“Nott, if you seriously propose that I sit in your lap I will hex you to oblivion.”

“Okay!” Theo held his hands up in mock surrender, his expression feigning innocence as he cocked his head to the side, the smirk never once leaving his face. “Stay here, I won’t bother you, I swear.”

You eyed him cautiously, your scepticism evident. You weighed the options before you reluctantly sat back down. “Fine.”

A quiet hush befell the classroom and all that could be heard was the scratching of quills on parchment. That is until you were interrupted by a persistent poking sensation that disrupted your concentration, each jab of the quill more annoying than the last. You clenched your jaw as you tried to ignore Theo but you knew he wouldn’t stop until you gave him attention and there was no way you were giving him the satisfaction of reacting. So he continued to poke and poke and poke.

His incessant poking finally pushed you over the edge, prompting a sharp hiss of irritation from your lips. "What?" You snapped, unable to contain your frustration any longer.

“What are you doing here?”

If there was a competition for incompetence Theodore Nott would sure have won first place.

“Detention obviously.”

“Oh you know what I meant, why are you in detention? Did you do something stupid? Wait, you do that all the time I forgot.” You rolled your eyes, resisting the urge to roll them right out of your skull. "Tell me, bella," He continued, his voice laced with faux innocence. "I don't bite."

“Forgot my homework.” You reluctantly mumbled under your breath, feeling all too claustrophobic at how close he was to you. “Not that big of a deal.”

“Oh but it is.”

“What does that even mean, Nott?” Your eyes narrowed. Theo’s face twisted into a playful smirk and he was so close that you could practically hear his heart beating.

He chuckled, undeterred by your hostility. "But it's not like you to forget your homework," He teased, leaning in closer. "There must be something distracting you. Perhaps... thoughts of me?"

As if on instinct your hands reached out to push the unbearable boy away from you and you immediately got up at his incredulous words. You saw the way laughter bubbled and slipped from his lips, mocking you which only added more fuel to the evergrowing fire.

"In your dreams, Nott," You retorted, your voice laced with venom as you rose from your seat, your movements quick and determined. "I would sooner volunteer for a Dementor's kiss than waste a single thought on you."

Theo’s smirk only widened and his eyes gleamed with mischief. "Oh, believe me, the feeling is mutual," He quipped, his voice dripping with amusement as he rested his chin on his palms, his gaze never wavering from yours.

You huffed out an angry breath before picking your stuff up and stalking to the opposite end of the classroom. Luckily, he didn’t follow and you were left in peace for the rest of the detention.

It had been a week and a half since your detention yet Theodore Nott hadn’t approached you once since. In fact, you hadn’t seen him around school a lot, not that you were paying attention of course. It was just weird. Usually his face would pop up in front of you multiple times a day yet he was nowhere to be found. You had even lingered around the Slytherin table at lunch to see if he would show up but he never did.

There was this sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. Even though you did despise Theo you had known him since he was a kid and he never was one to skip lessons much less disappear for over a week. Even his Slytherin friends didn’t know where he went.

That is until today. The moment you had walked into the dungeons ready for your Potions lesson you spotted him. There was a part of you that hoped you would see him today, after all he was your Potions partner. But there was something wrong. His face looked gaunt, pale, sapped of life and his eyes were merely blank as he sat unmoving. His usual demeanour was replaced with one of hollow emptiness.

“Where have you been Nott?” No response. You frowned as you looked at him, he seemed to not even hear you. “Nott? Have you suddenly become deaf?”

“It’s none of your business.” He snapped voice obviously laced with malice as the words cut through the air. The sharpness of his tone caught you off guard, a twinge of hurt gnawing at the edges of your consciousness despite the fact you both had said worse to each other.

You chose to ignore the fact that Theo was obviously in a sour mood and sat down beside him, unpacking your things. There was nothing special about the lesson, nothing that you needed to particularly pay attention to. Not that you did since you were too focused on trying to figure out what was wrong with your partner. Theo didn’t look okay, not in the slightest. He seemed exhausted and his sluggish movements proved you correct as he diced the various ingredients.

You were in the middle of stirring the cauldron when Theo dropped a dandelion root in the mixture causing it to bubble and spit. The concoction spilled onto your hand and you shrieked at the sudden burning sensation that seemed to consume your hand in flames. The sensation is unbearable, a sharp, burning agony that seems to penetrate deep into your very bones. By now the whole class had stopped to look at you not fully registering what had happened. You turned to Theo, tears threatening to fall from your eyes at the pain but he stood there frozen, an expression you couldn’t decipher on his face.

“Theo-”

"Fucking hell, L/n." He spat, his voice dripping with disdain. "Would it kill you to not be such a clumsy moron? You could've hurt me as well. How can you even call yourself a witch?"

His words were sharp and spiteful. Through the many years of knowing Theodore Nott he had never blamed you for something he did. He might have been an incorrigible prick but he would still apologise if he had ever hurt you genuinely. But as you looked at him you couldn’t recognise the cold harsh look he gave you and you bit back your tears. You wouldn’t cry in front of him.

Despite the fact your hand was in pain you felt something tighten around your chest and it made the air around you feel thick as if you couldn’t breathe. You stood up angrily, opening your mouth to snap back but your vision starts to fade, black spots invade your senses and that was the last thing you remember before you tumbled to the floor.

You woke up a few hours later as you felt the sun shine on your face. You blinked, disorientated, as you tried to get used to your surroundings. The familiar walls of the infirmary materialised and you felt some ease at knowing where you were. Confusion still gnawed at your mind as you struggled to piece together what had happened. How had you ended up in the infirmary? And why did everything feel so hazy, as if viewed through a foggy lens?

Your gaze drifted to your hand, the source of the searing pain. And there, wrapped in a pristine white bandage, lay the answer to at least one of your questions. The memory flooded back in fragments, disjointed and incomplete.

Theo's careless mistake, the scalding mixture splattering across your skin, the sharp cry of pain that had torn through the air, all of it came rushing back with startling clarity.

“Miss L/n you’re awake!” Madam Pomfrey’s voice cut through your thoughts and you saw the woman make her way towards you hurriedly. “That was a terrible burn you had, lucky I had some burn-healing paste on me otherwise you would have had an ugly scar.”

You were still a bit dazed, trying to piece together how you even managed to make your way here. You distinctively remembered collapsing to the floor but that was where your memory stopped and it refused to give you any more.

“Sorry Madam Pomfrey but do you know how I got here? I really can’t seem to remember.”

“Oh dear.” The nurse frowned at your condition. “Mr Nott brought you here. He’s been here the whole afternoon. He's only just popped to dinner. I'm sure he’ll be back. Merlin, the boy did look worried.”

You resisted the urge to scoff at her words. Theodore Nott, worried. Not a chance. He probably only brought you here because Slughorn insisted, and he couldn't risk getting on the professor's bad side. No, you highly doubted he cared about what had happened to you.

The memory of his harsh words repeated in your head like an echo that refused to go away, a reminder of his indifference to your situation. And yet, despite your efforts to brush it off, a bitter laugh escaped your lips. Why were you even upset? After all, the two of you were experts at hurling mean insults at each other. It was practically a pastime.

Rather you should have been mad at the fact he was the one who caused you to get this injury anyway. If it wasn’t for his stupid mistake you wouldn’t be in this predicament. Then again, you remembered his movements, how his usual nimble fingers were fumbling the ingredients, how he stared at the pages of his book as though they were in a foreign language. Something wasn’t right.

“You’re awake.”

The words startled you and you spotted the Slytherin boy approaching your bed as his face held the same blank expression as before. He sat down beside you and your eyes narrowed. You shuffled away, not wanting to be near him.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured quietly and the words caught you off guard. “These past few days just haven’t been the best and-”

“That’s your excuse?” You bristled at his pathetic apology, hoping that you had misheard what he had said. “You mess up our potion resulting in me getting hurt and then hurl insults my way trying to blame me for what happened. And you think simply saying ‘I’m sorry’ is enough? Using the excuse of having a few bad days as your way out?”

He stayed silent allowing you to continue.

“Theodore Nott, you always were an idiot.” You spat, the words tinged with disappointment. “But I never expected you to be such a heartless prick.”

As the final syllable fell from your lips, a heavy silence settled over the room, punctuated only by the shallow rise and fall of your breath. You held Theo’s gaze and as you studied him you noticed something you had failed to notice before. The dark circles that marred the skin beneath his eyes, the redness that rimmed their edges. The weariness that had been etched into his features.

“I went home.” He finally said, breaking the silence with his words. “Father sent a letter saying it was urgent, that I needed to return home at once.”

You felt yourself deflate and your gaze softened. Theo and his father had never been on the best terms and ever since his mother died they drifted apart even more. Suddenly his attitude made sense and you felt the guilt seep into your senses.

“Turns out his urgent matter was that he found himself another potential wife. Some poor woman to endure his torture and he wanted to happily announce it to his son. He burnt all of my mother’s belongings and if I hadn’t stopped him he would’ve gotten rid of her grave as well.” Theo scoffed bitterly and you saw the way he was trying to stop the tears from falling. “That bastard calls himself my father but not once in his life has he ever cared about me.”

A heavy silence enveloped the both of you as you sat not uttering a word. You knew that he had always struggled with the strained relationship with his family. The death of his mother had resulted in Theo being distraught for weeks as he relived the nightmare whenever he closed his eyes.

“I’m not going back there. I’m never setting foot in that house ever again.”

You placed your hand on his shoulder as you tried to offer some sort of comfort. His eyes locked with yours and you saw how his tears glistened as they fell silently. You felt ropes tighten around your heart and you squeezed his shoulder gently. It had been a long time since you saw Theodore Nott cry. It was a rare sight but that was what made it that much more painful.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” You whispered. “I honestly…I’m so sorry Theo. He really doesn’t deserve a son like you. You’re incredible, you know that? You might be irritating and loud and downright infuriating at times but he doesn’t deserve you because you’re amazing Theodore Nott. And, Merlin, if I’m saying that then it must mean a lot because we both know my word is golden.”

You offered him a small smile and your heart warms when you see one tug at his lips too. He looked away for a second and you saw his eyes land on your bandaged hand and he winced.

“I really am sorry for messing up our potion. I didn’t mean what I said, you’re a brilliant witch Y/n, you always have been. I was just being a prat, I’m really sorry.”

“It’s fine, it’s honestly nothing bad. My hand will probably already be back to normal, I heal quickly you know.” You paused as your smile faltered and you chose your next words carefully. “If…if you don’t want to return to your house, you can always go to someone else's.”

Theo chuckled as he shook his head. “No one is going to accept me into their house without turning me into my father.”

“I will.”

Silence. Theo looked at you, confusion clear on his face but your gaze was strong and he could tell you had meant what you had said. You felt yourself flush at his stare and you realised your hand was still on his shoulder and you quickly removed it.

“Accept you into my house I mean. My parents love you and you know they haven’t been on good terms with your father ever since what happened. We would be more than willing to take you in.” You watched as his face contorted into expressions that you couldn’t formulate. “That is if you promise not to fill my bathtub with toads again.”

Laughter fell from his lips, cascading like a melody. He lifted his hands to wipe away his tears that had been streaking down his face. His eyes no longer held the blank emotionless look but rather a certain warmth that you had missed seeing. Your grin widened upon hearing the sound and you found yourself joining in.

“At least you look pretty-”

Your words were cut off abruptly as Theo leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a sudden and unexpected kiss. You froze, unable to comprehend what exactly was happening as disbelief rippled through your body. His hands found their way at the back of your neck and you feel his thumb caress your cheek tenderly. You were still in shock when he pulled away and the last few words of the sentence you were about to say tumbled out of your mouth.

“-when you cry…”

You blinked as your mind tried to grapple at what had just happened. Theodore Nott had just kissed you. Theodore Nott, the boy you had despised since you were five, had just kissed you. He kissed you. Kissed…you. Immediately, your body erupted into flames and you felt your face flush hot at how close the both of you were.

“Your body temperature has risen extremely quickly.” Theo teased and you felt yourself grow even hotter.

“Shut it.”

“Like you’re actually a human radiator.” He continued undeterred by your glare.

“Nott if you don’t want to lose your head I would advise you to shut up.”

Theo grinned and you felt your heart stutter at the sight. “Oh so now I’m back to being Nott? What happened to Theo?” He said his name in a high pitched croon in an attempt to mock your voice and you smacked the backside of his head which only encouraged his laughter.

“You’re actually going to be the death of me.” You groaned as you slumped back down the bed, pulling the covers over your face as a feeble attempt to hide yourself from the pretty Slytherin.

Theo poked your arm and you peeked out to find him staring at you with a bright grin on his face.

"Don't worry." He reassured you, his voice light and teasing. "I'll make sure to stay by your side forever and ever, like a blood-sucking parasite."

“How romantic.” You drawled as you rolled your eyes, trying to maintain a facade of annoyance as you retreated under the covers once more.

“Aren’t I just?”

You ignored Theo’s playful whines for you to let him see your face. Your heart threatened to break out of your chest as you tried to calm yourself down. But even so, you were unable to stop the grin that spread across your face. Maybe, just maybe, forever wouldn't be so bad with Theodore Nott by your side.

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Pumpkin Dump Cake

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This scrumptious, easy crust-less Pumpkin Dump Cake is like eating the best part of the pumpkin pie topped with a crunchy cinnamon topping. The bottom layer is super quick to come together as it is all mixed in one bowl. It has the taste and texture of pumpkin pie.

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how to trick your friends (don't worry, you're still a good person)

Five years ago, Remus and Lily may have convinced their boyfriends that it was proper for purebloods to give gifts on Thanksgiving.

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Remus supposed he should feel bad about this, and he did. A little. A bit. Definitely more than none.

But as they got closer and closer to the holiday, and the pile of brightly wrapped gifts in their closet steadily grew, he couldn't help but laugh to himself, especially knowing that a few blocks away, Lily was doing the same thing.

So when they pulled up to James and Lily's flat on the night before Thanksgiving, Sirius toting a bag with an expansion charm to rival Santa Claus, Remus just sat back and watched him dump it out next to James' pile on the floor by the couch, grinning when he caught Lily's mirthful eye.

Then, Sirius and James disappeared into the kitchen to do the lord knows what, and Mary looked up from the couch and said, "Are you two really still doing that? At this point, it's just mean."

Marlene made a humming noise from her place on Dorcas' lap next to Mary. "I don't know, it's not like it's hurting anyone." Odd stance for the blonde, considering there wasn't a gift for her in the pile.

"Right," Lily said, pointing to Marlene. Remus stifled a laugh as she shifted her gaze to Mary. "And if you want those gold earrings you liked at Tift's, you'll keep your mouth shut."

Comically, Mary's mouth popped open in surprised glee, and she mimed zipping her lips. So much for principles.

Which - it was fine. It wasn't that bad of a lie. Besides, it wasn't like either of the boys couldn't afford it, and they did enjoy giving gifts. Honestly, Remus was more worried how Sirius would react when he found out his boyfriend had been lying to him. If he found out, and that was a big if. Thinking back on it, Remus was still shocked they'd believed it in the first place.

Five years ago

"...And every single year, Petunia would fall asleep on the car ride home, so, of course, I would shove marshmallows from Aunt Lyla's yams in her pockets." Lily snickered. "She'd be so pissed when she woke up, but I still did it every year."

On the other side of the table, Remus laughed into his eggs, as did Sirius. Across from them, James' face seemed to be going through a mix of amusement and absolute admiration at his girlfriend.

Since it was the night before fall break, they'd been sharing each of their Thanksgiving traditions, and Remus had to say, Lily's took the cake.

"All right, that's the best one," Sirius snorted. "Anyone else got any?"

Remus cleared his throat around the last few chuckles. "My Uncle Edgar used to give us all gifts on Thanksgiving, and they were always awful, you know, socks, sunglasses, he even gave me a toothbrush once."

"A toothbrush?" James said incredulously. "What?"

Remus laughed. "Right? And it wasn't like the man was poor, he was actually pretty well off, so I don't know what the hell he was thinking."

If he'd expected more laughter, he was disappointed. Rather, Sirius and James were glancing at each other with furrowed brows. "Thanksgiving gift?" James murmured. "Is that a thing muggles do?"

Remus opened his mouth to tell him that, no, that wasn't normal and his uncle had just been a man with some quirks, but Lily beat him to the punch. "Actually, purebloods are supposed to give their muggle born and halfblood friends gifts on Thanksgiving. Isn't that right, Remus?"

There was a very brief debate in his mind. "Yeah, it's an old public welfare tradition from when purebloods staked us in the streets." Lily snorted into her pumpkin juice, but apparently there wasn't enough sarcasm in his voice because both James and Sirius' eyes went wide.

"Really?" Sirius said after opening and closing his mouth a few times.

Lily turned to him with shocked glee written all over her face. "Of course, have you not heard of it?"

With one last look at the other black haired boy, James gave a nervous laugh. "Of course we have."

Then, there was movement under the table, and Sirius shook his head. "Yeah, me, too."

Lily gave him a look full of bewilderment, like she couldn't believe her lie had worked, before the conversation moved on, and he forgot about it entirely.

At least until four days later, when two different owls arrived, both with books and enough chocolate to last him to Christmas.

Now

A couple hours later found the group in various places in the living room, Marlene and Dorcas squished into one large purple armchair, James and Lily in the black loveseat, and Mary and a recently arrived Peter on the light gray couch. Remus was lying on the floor between Sirius' legs with his head resting on his boyfriend's chest and Sirius with his back to the loveseat. They were all stuffed full, though it was only a precursor to the dinner they would have tomorrow at Effie and Monty's.

Remus may have been a werewolf, but he had definitely outgrown whatever it was that made teenage boys able to eat so much, because as he laid there with Sirius gently playing with his fingers, it was all he could do not to throw up.

Then James said, "Let's open presents!" and it quickly became apparent everyone else was in the same boat as him.

"I'm so full," Dorcas groaned. "I don't think I can move."

Above them, James shifted. "That's what wands are for."

A moment later, two boxes, one with turkey wrapping paper and the other covered in dancing elves, dropped into his lap.

He really should feel bad.

But it was too funny.

And it has been going on for five years. It would just be awkward to tell them now.

Somehow, he managed to sit and lift his arms to open the paper, as did everyone else. Well, everyone except Marlene.

("How come Regulus and McKinnon don't have to partake in this little tradition?" Sirius grumbled, looking through the shelves of a muggle department store.

Remus thought fast. "Marlene's family doesn't celebrate muggle holidays." He paused. "And if we made Regulus participate in muggle holiday gift giving, he'd probably give us poison.")

The first gift was from James, a collection of the works of O'Henry and, of course, chocolate. He looked up at James with a minimally guilt-tinged smile. "Thank you."

His friends' hazel eyes were soft. "You're welcome."

Back on the floor, Sirius tapped him on the thigh. "Open mine."

"Yes, boss," he said, getting a light kick to the ankle in response. He opened the other box.

His gift from Sirius was, as usual, incredibly thoughtful. This year, it was a brown leather notebook, pristine and marked with his initials.

He felt Sirius put his lips next to his ear. "For all those thoughts, Moony."

Remus turned his head to kiss him, this time with a bit more guilt. He really should tell him the truth. "Thank you, baby, I love it."

In lieu of a 'you're welcome,' Sirius slipped him the tongue.

Next year. He'd tell him next year.

Just then, the front door opened, showing Regulus Black with snow dusting his shoulders and inky black hair. "Sorry I'm late. Boss wouldn't let me leave."

They all offered up greetings, groaned out through full stomachs.

"There's still plenty of food in the kitchen," James announced.

Behind Remus, Sirius shifted to better speak to his brother. "Be fast, I have something for you this year."

There was a scuffling noise, presumably from Regulus kicking off his shoes. "Does that mean you're finally dropping the charade?"

Then, unaware of the bomb he'd just dropped, the younger Black walked right into the kitchen without a backward glance.

Remus sat frozen and felt Sirius sitting stock still behind him, too. Was this really how their relationship would end, with a five year fib revealed by his would-be brother-in-law?

Wait. Why had Sirius frozen? And why hadn't he or James said anything?

With a dawning horror, Remus turned around to face his boyfriend. "You knew?"

After a brief pause, Sirius nodded slowly. "Yeah, we know."

A gasp went around the room. "If you knew, why are you still doing it?" Peter asked, a Honeyduke's container held in one hand and a jumper on his lap.

Lily made a noise of agreement.

"We liked it," James said honestly. "It's fun to give you guys shit."

Remus knew his friend well enough by now to know that he wasn't lying which only made him feel worse.

"And it was a pretty great prank, you have to admit." That one came from his boyfriend, and he laughed, the rest of the room soon to join in.

"How'd you figure it out?" Mary asked.

Sirius snorted. "I asked Remus' dad what he was getting him for Thanksgiving, and he acted like I was insane."

Remus groaned. "My dad was in on it?"

"Yep." Sirius giggled.

"Have you known the whole time?" Marlene asked.

"Yes," James and Sirius said in tandem.

That was when Regulus reappeared out of the kitchen door a plate of food in his hands. "They believed it for three years."

"You little jerk," Sirius exclaimed, flicking a piece of wrapping paper at him. "Fucking snitch. Whose side are you on?"

Regulus smirked at him, making himself comfortable on the floor in front of Mary. "Not yours."

Sirius threw another bit of paper at him, starting an absolute war, and everyone quickly forgot about the gift debacle but were pleasantly reminded a year later at the next Thanksgiving.

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