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Grumpy & the New Girl: Part 6
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Bucky x reader
Summary: She wasn’t supposed to meet him like that. He wasn’t supposed to let her in. But sometimes, things don’t go according to plan.
Word Count: 3735
The next morning, when you hobbled into the kitchen, it was quiet. Too quiet.
You shuffled over to the coffee maker, determined to start your day like usual. You didn’t need Bucky to make you breakfast or rinse your dishes or lean against the counter with that stupid soft smirk while you teased him. You just needed coffee.
Your first problem: the mugs were on the top shelf.
You stretched up on one foot, wobbling slightly. The crutch under your arm shifted at the worst possible angle. You grabbed the edge of the counter to keep from tipping over, heart lurching.
“Seriously?” you muttered to yourself, staring up at the mugs like they personally betrayed you.
Eventually, you set your crutches aside and pulled a barstool over, climbing onto it awkwardly. You grabbed a mug and exhaled in victory – then nearly fell off trying to get back down.
Next, you wanted to make eggs.
You shuffled to the fridge, pulled a couple eggs out, then hopped away so the door could shut behind you. It was going fine, until you lost your balance and reached out for the counter.
One of the eggs rolled out of your hand and landed on the floor with a splat.
“NO,” you said dramatically, staring down at the sticky mess.
You sighed as you bent down to clean it up, cursing softly to yourself. This was ridiculous. This wasn’t even a hard task, and somehow, if felt impossible without Bucky.
You didn’t want to admit it, but you missed him. More than you expected.
And it was only day one.
--
The next day, you opted for cereal instead of making something, assuming it would be easier.
Until you were staring at it on the counter, wondering how you were going to get it to the island so you could sit down. You did not think this through.
So, you ended up eating it while standing at the counter, balancing on one leg like a flamingo.
Later, you wanted to distract yourself by doing some reading. You plopped down on the couch with a book you’d been meaning to start, a throw blanket, and an ice pack. You propped up your ankle on a pillow, then had to reach down to try to position the ice pack so it wouldn’t fall off.
It was harder than you thought.
You finally got it to stay, then leaned back with a sigh. It was so much easier when Bucky was here to do it for you.
--
The third day, you settled in the same place, almost done with your book.
The quiet was peaceful for a while, but then, you kept glancing up from the pages, half-expecting Bucky to wander in and plop down next to you, putting his arm behind you on the couch like he usually did.
You were halfway through a chapter when something under the chair in the corner caught your eye. You leaned forward and squinted – it was small and red. You flung your blanket off and hobbled over to pick it up.
It was a Monopoly hotel.
It must’ve gotten thrown during your game and neither of you noticed it while he was picking up. You smiled softly, remembering how fun the game was and how you laughed so hard your stomach hurt.
You set it on the coffee table and stared at it for a while.
It was dumb, honestly. But something about the tiny, red hotel sitting on the table made your chest ache.
--
The next day, you decided to watch a movie since you finished your book. And, of course, you fell asleep.
When you woke up, it was dark outside, a different movie had started playing automatically, and your neck and back were killing you from the weird angle you were slumped in.
You slowly sat up and groaned, rubbing your eyes. Your ankle throbbed as you turned off the TV and reached for your crutches.
It was easier when Bucky was there. He would just pick you up without a word and carry you back to your room.
As much as you teased him for it, it was always comfortable in his arms.
You pulled yourself up, stretched, then situated your crutches under your arms. You made your way back to your room, almost faceplanting a couple of times, missing Bucky more than ever.
--
Wrong. Now you were missing Bucky more than ever.
You tried to make yourself lunch without drama today. Emphasis on tried.
Everything was going well, until you were hopping over to the island, carrying your plate of freshly made nachos.
But because it was just a layer of chips on the bottom, they started to slide when you reached your chair. You tried to save it, but overcorrected.
The whole plate of nachos slid off and landed on the floor.
You just stared at it, eyes starting to sting.
You slumped down into the chair, crossing your arms on the table and laying your head down while a few tears slipped out. It was stupid to cry over dropping your lunch, but it was the fact that you felt like you couldn’t do anything on your own that upset you.
And you missed Bucky so much.
Not that you would admit that to anyone.
You finally lifted your head up, wiping your eyes, and grabbed your phone, sending Bucky a quick text: Hey
He had texted you a few times earlier in the week, but it had been a couple days. You knew he probably wouldn’t respond until later, but you just wanted to talk to him.
While you were sitting on the couch later, scrolling through your phone, he finally answered.
Hey, you okay?
You’re eyes started to sting again. Of course he knew you weren’t okay.
You thought about lying, telling him you were good and just wanted to check in, but you couldn’t do it. Plus, he would’ve seen right through it.
I haven’t eaten all day because I dropped my whole lunch on the floor. I miss you.
He texted back less than a minute later.
I’ll order a pizza to the compound. I miss you more.
You smiled down at your phone. Of course he would do that from thousands of miles away.
Half an hour later, the pizza was delivered (and already paid for), and you hopped over to the table with the large pizza box in your hand from your favorite place. You opened it up to your favorite toppings. It looked amazing.
You inhaled four pieces before sticking the rest of the box in the fridge.
--
On day six, your laundry basket was overflowing, so you attempted to do laundry.
You hobbled down the hallway, dragging your basket, and by the time you got to the laundry room, you were sweating and panting, genuinely considering giving up and wearing the same three outfits forever.
You leaned against the washer for a second, before finally dumping half your clothes into the washer, not even bothering to separate colors.
You crutched back to the elevator, went back to your room, and flopped down on your bed with a sigh.
Bucky would be back tomorrow. You just have to get through one more day.
When you were finally done with your two loads of laundry, you drug the basket back to your room. Once again, you were sweaty and out of breath, so you jumped in the shower before folding your clothes.
When you were done, the last thing you wanted to do was put your laundry away, but you forced yourself to do it. You didn’t want to be the girl that couldn’t function without her boyfriend.
Not that he was your boyfriend. But still.
--
The next morning, you woke up and tried to ignore the fact that you were smiling like a fool.
Bucky was coming back today.
And everyone else. You tried to convince yourself you were just happy because it wouldn’t be dead quiet around the compound anymore, but you knew what it really was.
You were excited to finally see Bucky and his stupid smirk again.
----
Bucky
The second he shut the door and started walking to the quinjet, he already knew the week was going to suck.
He stood in front of the jet, his bag slung over one shoulder, and his eyes drifted toward the door again. A dull weight settled in his chest.
He hated that she’d be alone while they were gone. Hated that she’d try to play it off, like it didn’t bother her, when he knew damn well it would. Hated that he wouldn’t be around when she needed help, or needed a laugh, or just needed someone to reach the damn mugs on the top shelf.
And he hated that he wouldn’t get to see her every day.
She wasn’t just a teammate anymore. Not to him.
--
When Bucky woke up to his alarm the next morning, the room was quiet. Too quiet.
He’d slept awful last night. He tried to convince himself it was because it was a new bed he wasn’t used to, but that wasn’t the real reason. He couldn’t stop thinking about her.
He sighed as he pulled himself out of bed, moving on autopilot to get ready. Before he left his room to join the others, he sent her a quick text.
Fall asleep on the couch last night?
He knew she wasn’t up yet, and he wouldn’t see her response until tonight when he got back, but he just wanted to talk to her.
When they got back to base later that night, Bucky went straight to his room and grabbed his phone, opening the text from her.
No, didn’t have someone comfortable to fall asleep on
He smiled, then sent a quick text back.
Glad I’m not being replaced
She answered minutes later.
I could never replace you. Tell your shoulder I missed it. And the rest of you too, I guess
He let out a chuckle, smiling down at his phone.
Yeah. He definitely missed her.
--
The next morning, he woke up groggy, blinking in the bed of his temporary room.
He dreamed about her.
It wasn’t anything crazy. Just her. Laughing. Sitting on the couch, half-asleep, head on his shoulder. Looking at him like he’d just said something dumb.
And for a second, he reached over to the spot beside him like she’d be there. But it was empty.
He sat up and rubbed his face before running his hands through his hair. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to make it the rest of the week now.
--
The third day, they were sitting around the base, eating dinner. He was zoned out, thinking about the mission that day. Thinking about her.
Suddenly, he was pulled out of his thoughts by Tony saying his name.
“Hmm?”
“Did you hear what I said?” Tony asked, one eyebrow raised.
“No, what’d you say?”
“I asked if you thought your girlfriend burned down the compound yet. She’s not exactly the best cook,” he said, laughing along with the others.
Bucky blinked, then scoffed. “She’s not that bad.”
“Not that bad?” Sam repeated, grinning. “Barnes, she burned her food the first time she tried to cook something at the compound.”
“That was one time,” Bucky muttered.
“Yeah,” Nat replied. “The only time she’s made something.”
“And it ended up tasting good, it wasn’t fully burnt,” Bucky said, sitting up straighter, voice just a little too sharp.
Everyone paused.
“Ohhh, you’re in deep, huh?” Clint said, shaking his head.
“I’m not–” Bucky started, then stopped, jaw flexing. “I just don’t like you talking about her like she’s helpless.”
“We didn’t say helpless,” Tony said, smirking. “We said she’d burn the place down trying to make toast. Which is, frankly, adorable.”
Bucky rolled his eyes and went back to poking at his food.
”It’s a good thing you’re down bad, you can just keep cooking for her to save the compound from destruction,” Sam said, laughing.
Bucky shot him a look. “I’m not down bad. She’s just injured.”
“Yeah, keep telling yourself that,” Steve replied, shaking his head.
And as everyone else was laughing, beneath the grumbling, Bucky was fighting back a smile. Because, yeah – he might be down bad. And if they were going to tease him about it? Fine.
She was worth it.
--
The next morning, he woke up from another dream.
Another dream she was in.
This time, she was trying to make pancakes and kept threatening him with the spatula when he teased her. He’d made some dumb comment about her flipping skills and she’d told him she was going to “accidentally” hit him with the spatula if he didn’t shut up.
When he woke up, he could’ve sworn he smelled maple syrup. He hadn’t even eaten pancakes in months.
After he got ready, he walked into the kitchen where the others were, still in a funk.
“Morning, Buck,” Steve said as Bucky walked in, going straight to the coffee machine.
“Morning,” he mumbled, grabbing the pot and a mug, avoiding eye contact with anyone.
He poured his coffee slowly, stirring it in that half-zoned-out way that usually meant his brain was miles away.
Sam leaned back in his chair and narrowed his eyes at him. “Okay, what’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing,” Bucky replied too fast.
“Uh huh,” Sam said, grinning. “You sure you’re not thinking about your girlfriend?”
Bucky sighed and took a sip of his coffee without answering.
Steve raised an eyebrow. “You miss her?”
Bucky didn’t say anything, just kept staring into his mug.
That was all the confirmation they needed.
“Aww,” Nat said, smirking over the rim of her cup. “He does miss her. Look at his little grumpy face.”
“Grumpier than usual,” Clint added. “You been writing poetry in your bunk, Barnes?”
“I will throw this coffee,” Bucky muttered.
“Yeah, yeah, violent threats, deflection. Classic symptoms of a man in love,” Tony said dramatically. “Soon he’ll be doodling in a notebook and putting their initials together.”
Sam tilted his head, mock curious. “You been dreaming about her too?”
That made Bucky freeze for just a second – just long enough.
Nat leaned forward with a mischievous grin. “You have been dreaming about her.”
“I’m gonna regret showing up to breakfast,” Bucky muttered.
Sam pretended to swoon. “Was it a romantic dream? Were you two holding hands? Staring into each other’s eyes?”
“Pfft, no,” Tony said. “It was definitely domestic.”
Bucky glared at all of them. “She threatened me with a spatula.”
“Oh my god, like the first night you met,” Steve said, actually laughing now.
Nat clapped once. “I knew it!”
Sam leaned over, grinning. “Hey man, dreams like that don’t come outta nowhere. Sounds like your subconscious is trying to tell you something.”
Bucky gave him a flat look. “Yeah. It’s telling me to stop talking to you.”
Tony raised his coffee like a toast. “Too late. You’re in it now, lover boy.”
And despite his best efforts to look annoyed, Bucky’s lips twitched. Just a little.
Because yeah. He missed her.
--
The fifth day, they had spent all day out on the mission.
When they got back to base, he went straight to his room, checking his phone to see if she had texted. His heart skipped a beat when he saw that she did text, but it was just one word.
Hey
That was all. But it was enough. He knew her, and knew how she normally texted. That “hey” wasn’t casual.
He opened the text and stared at it, guilt twisting in his gut.
He replied right away.
Hey, you okay?
It took a few minutes, but when the dots appeared on the screen, he didn’t look away once.
Then, her text finally showed up.
I haven’t eaten all day because I dropped my whole lunch on the floor. I miss you.
He swallowed hard, feeling guilty that she’d been feeling like this for hours.
He typed so fast his thumbs blurred.
I’ll order a pizza to the compound. I miss you more.
Right away, he went to the website of her favorite pizza place, placing an order for a large pizza with her favorite toppings, choosing the delivery option and typing in the compound’s address and his credit card number.
After he got the confirmation email, he sighed, dropping his phone back on the nightstand. He hated that she didn’t have anyone to help her. Hated that he wasn’t there to help her.
He took a quick shower, then headed downstairs for dinner. The second he walked in, Tony called him over.
“Barnes, why did I just get a notification that someone was at the door to the compound, saying they had pizza for James Barnes?”
He barely had time to process the question before Sam turned around in his seat, eyebrows raised.
“Wait, you sent a pizza to the compound?”
Bucky grabbed a tray and started scooping food onto it like he didn’t hear the question. “Yeah,” he said casually. “She hadn’t eaten all day.”
“Aw,” Natasha cooed, voice full of fake sweetness. “Our little soldier’s gone soft.”
Bucky shot her a look. “She dropped her lunch. That’s all. I was just helping her out.”
“Oh sure,” Tony said, leaning back dramatically in his chair. “Just helping out the damsel in distress. Purely professional. Not romantic at all.”
“It wasn’t–” Bucky sighed, setting his tray down with a little more force than necessary. “It wasn’t like that. She’s been stuck at the compound, injured. I figured it was the least I could do.”
Sam grinned like a shark. “And I’m assuming you knew what her favorite pizza place was, and ordered it with her favorite toppings?”
Bucky didn’t answer. He shoved a bite of food in his mouth and stared at his plate.
“Man,” Clint said, shaking his head. “You’re so far gone, it’s kinda cute.”
Steve was trying not to smile, but he leaned over and gave Bucky a gentle nudge with his elbow. “You care about her. That’s not a bad thing, Buck.”
Bucky didn’t look up. “She just needed someone.”
“And it just so happens that someone is you,” Wanda said softly, a little smile on her lips.
“You’ve officially become the team softie,” Nat said, biting back a grin.
Bucky pointed his fork at her. “You take that back.”
“Sorry, lover boy,” Sam said, leaning back in his chair with a smug grin. “You ordered pizza. You forfeited your right to be scary.”
Bucky rolled his eyes, shaking his head, but the corner of his mouth twitched. Just a little.
Because he knew she would feel at least a little better after having her favorite pizza.
--
The next morning, when his alarm went off, he was already up. He had been up for a few hours.
He couldn’t sleep.
He’d tossed and turned for hours before finally falling asleep, and he woke up way before his alarm, just laying there. Thinking about her.
He should’ve been there.
Helping her make meals. Reminding her to ice her ankle. Letting her fall asleep on his shoulder. Carrying her back to her room. Just be there for her.
But, they were almost done with the mission. He would see her tomorrow night.
That’s all the motivation he needed to pull himself out of bed, ready to start the day.
--
The next day, they finally wrapped up the mission, although it was a couple hours later than anticipated.
They got back to the base and had an hour to shower and pack before it was wheels up.
He couldn’t wait.
He was packing up his things, getting ready to head to the jet, when Steve walked in.
“You’re in a better mood,” Steve said, raising a brow.
“Yeah,” Bucky replied simply. “Going home.”
Steve gave him a knowing look. “Or just going back to her?”
Bucky didn’t answer.
He didn’t have to.
He hoisted his bag over his shoulder and started down the hallway toward the landing pad. The others were still packing up or grabbing something to eat last-minute, but Bucky was already halfway to the quinjet.
When he reached the jet, he set his bag down near the ramp and leaned against the side, arms crossed, waiting.
A few minutes later, Sam and Nat showed up, both carrying their bags and looking far too amused.
“Well, well, well,” Sam said. “Look who’s suddenly early for departure.”
Nat raised a brow. “You trying to impress someone, Barnes?”
Bucky didn’t even glance at them. “Just ready to go.”
“Uh huh,” Sam said. “You’ve been grumpy all week and now you’re out here smiling like you just won the lottery.”
“I’m not smiling,” Bucky muttered.
“You are, though,” Nat said, smirking. “It’s kind of adorable.”
Bucky groaned and ran a hand down his face. “Why are you both like this?”
“Because it’s fun watching you squirm,” Sam replied. “So tell us – what’s the plan? You gonna swoop in and give her the world’s most dramatic hug?”
Bucky gave him a look. “No.”
“Oh,” Nat said innocently, “so you’re going for the slow-motion hallway run into each other’s arms?”
He didn’t answer.
Sam grinned. “You have been rehearsing this in your head, haven’t you?”
“I have not,” Bucky snapped.
Which, of course, was absolutely not true.
He’d already imagined the way she’d look up when she saw him – maybe still leaning on those crutches, maybe sitting on the couch. Her eyes lighting up. That smile. He could picture it so clearly it almost hurt.
Steve finally walked up, duffel slung over his shoulder. “You guys giving him a hard time again?”
“He makes it too easy,” Nat said.
“Man’s glowing,” Sam added. “Love looks good on him.”
Bucky rolled his eyes. “You all need hobbies.”
Tony arrived next, eyeing Bucky like he was suspicious of how calm he looked. “Barnes, you’re smiling. You’re standing in a relaxed posture. Did someone put something in your protein bar?”
“I’m fine.”
“He’s in love,” Nat sing-songed.
Bucky picked up his bag and walked up the ramp without another word, shaking his head, ignoring the chorus of laughter behind him.
Yeah, maybe he was in a better mood.
And maybe it had everything to do with the girl waiting for him back home.
--
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First comes love a kid(napping), then comes a marriage ... Yeah, they're definitely doing things in the wrong order, but maybe, if they're lucky, they can figure out how to reverse their way into something real.
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Thank you all for the comments and reblogs. I honestly didn't expect so many people to enjoy my little spin on colorlessjay's story idea and I'm really flattered. Hopefully, this next part lives up to the others and thanks for continuing to read! ———
Blackbird singing in the dead of night ... "I should, um, that, that's Jack, so I should-" Cas stutters an explanation as he grabs for his phone but it slips off the nightstand, the Beatles continuing to croon from the ground.
Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise
"Jack, hey buddy! How did everything go last night?" "Great! Mr. Sam is awesome, even if he did make me go to bed at nine. He helped me with my math homework and this morning he made something yummy for breakfast. It's a piece of bread and you cut a hole out of it, then put the egg- Oh, hi Mr. Dean!" Cas turns the phone and Dean sees the kid's face fill the screen. "Oh, uh, hi Jack!" Dean gives a little wave, smile blooming because it's nearly impossible not to at the boy's infectious enthusiasm. "Sounds like you had a good time with Sam. He didn't burn it did he? Last time he tried to make them he almost burned down the whole house." "No, I did not!" Sam barks. Jack's giggling is almost loud enough to drown him out as the image blurs, and he's replaced by Sam.
"Glad to see Egg-in-a-Nest is still a fan favorite," Dean laughs, leaning over the bed closer to Cas so he doesn't have to keep stretching back awkwardly and they can both get into view.
"Yeah, well, I figured if it worked on me as a kid ... well, Jack just wanted to say hi and make sure you guys made it okay," Sam says, but Dean notices a weird tone in his voice and a squinting of his eyes. "Dean, are you-?"
He's suddenly very self-conscious about the fact that neither he nor Cas have shirts on.
"Right, well, uh, why don't you give the phone back to Cas so he and Jack can talk. I'll call you in a minute," Dean says to Sam who nods, before Dean turns to whisper to Cas. "Hey, I'm gonna go grab my bag so I can change. Can I have the keycard?"
"Oh! Of course. I got one for both of us; I must have forgotten to tell you last night. Yours should be on the table by the coffee maker," Cas murmurs back, eyes so close he can almost map the waves of dark blue in his irises. "Thanks," Dean breathes, frozen in place until Cas turns his head to respond to Jack's barrage of questions. "How long was the drive? How far away is Las Vegas? Have you seen Uncle Gabe yet?"
He hightails it out the door only stopping long enough to grab the essentials and opting for the safety of a door between him and the attractive professor before slowing down to pull on his dirty t-shirt and shoes.
Even before he's in the elevator his phone is buzzing, and he knows it's Sam. "Hey, Sammy," Dean answers with false brightness as he jabs the button for the lobby. "Don't 'Hey, Sammy' me, Dean. Please tell me you didn't sleep with my professor." Dean opens his mouth but Sam barrels on, "And don't tell me you didn't because I have eyes. You were both shirtless! In the same bed! And I'm pretty sure you don't own grey sweats or orange underwear!"
"How the fuck do you know what underwear I'm wearing?"
"Like I said: eyes. I saw you get off the bed before I handed the phone back to Jack. Now, I want answers."
"Look, I didn't sleep with him. I mean I did, but just because there was a mix up with the room and ours only had one bed. Both of us were so exhausted last night, or rather this morning, that it didn't seem worth the effort to figure it out." "And the clothes?"
Dean sighs and watches the digital number decrease.
"I desperately needed a shower but didn't realize I'd forgotten my bag in the car. Cas over-packed and lent me some clothes," Dean explains, closing his eyes and rubbing the bridge of his nose to try and stop the headache he feels coming on. "Look, I promise I'm not looking to hook-up with your English professor, no matter how hot he is. I'm just here to play fake fiancé as a favor and maybe get a little extra padding for your tuition fund, okay?" Dean tells Sam, not particularly interested in analyzing why telling the truth feels so much like a lie.
He opens his eyes to find the elevator doors open he steps off only to bump straight into a guy who walks in without waiting to let anyone off. Dean curses as the jolt sends his phone skittering across the fancy marble floor.
"Watch where you're going," the man snarls, lip curling disdainfully as he takes in Dean's outfit. "Bite me!" Dean barks back, rubbing his arm and bending to pick up his phone, sighing in relief when there are miraculously no cracks.
"Dean? Dean!" Sam's worried voice calls from the speaker.
"Hey, sorry. Some entitled asshole knocked the phone out of my hand-"
"What did you mean 'fake fiancé'?"
Crap, I totally forgot to tell him about that little change in plan.
"Right, so the thing is ..."
Dean explains the whole backstory that Cas had told him about Jack while he grabs his bag and the shoes from Baby.
"Look, Sam. I know what I'm doing, okay? I promise I won't kill anyone or anything and even if I do, I know a great kid lawyer who'll get me out." "I'm not a lawyer yet," Sam groans before finally heaving a resigned sigh. "Just don't hurt yourself or Professor Novak, okay?" "You have my word, bitch." "Yeah, yeah. Call me later, jerk."
The bathroom door is closed and Cas is nowhere in sight, so Dean just starts changing. He's just pulling his burgundy overshirt on overtop the plain black tee he may or may not have picked because it clung a bit to his arms and chest, emphasizing the muscle there, when Cas comes out of the bathroom. Dean hasn't known the man long, but he feels confident that Cas is uncomfortable in the get-up. He has on khaki pants and a light blue button up with a tan striped tie that is somehow twisted backwards. His hair is tamed and there has to be some sort of product in it to keep the whisps and curls under control.
"Uh, you look- Should I change? I don't think I have anything that could be considered, what is that? Tax accountant chic?" Dean teases but only to stop himself from worrying about how woefully underdressed he's going to look in comparison. "No! Er, no. You look wonderful," Cas rushes as he glances over Dean once, then slows down for a more in-depth perusal that has Dean's blood heating again. "If I wanted you to change, I wouldn't be dating you." "You're not dating me," Dean mutters, wincing at how petulant it sounds and hoping Cas doesn't pick up on it. "Dean, if I wanted someone to play pretentious boyfriend, I could have invited Mick. My parents would probably love him, but I would never actually date someone like him." Cas trails off, clearly uncomfortable and trying to figure out what to say, but all Dean's mind can think is:
"You wouldn't date him, but you'd date me?"
"I may not have known you for very long, but I can tell that you are a kind, hardworking man who cares about your brother and the feelings of others," Dean tries to keep breathing as Cas continues on, getting closer until he's right in front of Dean, "You're smart, funny, intelligent, and I think I could probably talk to you for hours. So, yes, I would date someone like you."
The warmth that blossoms at Cas' proximity and flattering description of him cools to lukewarm at the two extra words that change the entire meaning of Cas' little speech.
Right. 'cause Cas would never date me either, just 'someone like me'.
"Uh, thanks, Cas. I always appreciate compliments and it's good to know my first impression didn't do irreparable damage to your opinion of me. I think you're pretty great too and I've enjoyed getting to know you," Dean reciprocates, forcing the palatable pieces of the truth out of his mouth, the rest, like how he's opened up more to Cas than he has to anyone else in years, sticks painfully behind his teeth and under his tongue. "Of, of course, Dean," Cas says, brow slightly furrowed as if he can sense something is off about Dean's response but can't quite pinpoint it.
Thankfully, Cas' phone starts ringing, this time blaring an old version of the Candy Man. "Gabriel, we are headed out now. No! Do not strangle Balthazar, he is allowed to dislike Celine Dion," Cas rolls his eyes at Dean, quiet for a few moments as Gabriel speaks. "Yes, he will be joining us for brunch, though not if you keep calling him that. Fine. We'll see you soon."
"So, uh, are we driving to this place or ...?"
"Oh, no. My parents are having it catered in the penthouse," Cas tosses out like it means nothing. "Oh, the penthouse. Great," Dean grumbles as he follows Cas out.
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Before Cas even gets his hand up to knock on the penthouse door, it swings open. "Castiel, thank god you're finally here. If I have to hear Bal talk about how much he hates Titanic one more time, I swear I just might have to take drastic measures." "Good morning, Gabriel. Glad to see you're not overreacting," Cas says dryly, rolling his eyes. Dean peeks over his shoulder to see Gabriel in a theatric faint against the doorway. "After all I do for you-" Gabriel moans. "None of which I asked for."
Gabriel's eyes pop open and he looks like he's about to say something cutting when his eyes lock on Dean over Cas' shoulder. "Ah! You're still here. Castiel, would you mind introducing me to your paramour?" Gabriel asks innocently like he hadn't broken into their room this morning and doesn't have pictures of the two of them cuddling on his phone. "He's not my paramour-" "Didn't look that way this morning," Gabriel sing-songs. "-he's my boyfriend, and fiancé as far as any of our other relatives know. Gabriel, this is Dean. Dean, this insufferable idiot is my brother, Gabriel." "Don't let him fool you, he loves me," Gabriel insists as he sidesteps Cas to thrust out a hand to Dean.
"Uh, nice to finally put a face to the name, 'Uncle Gabe,'" Dean says, wincing a little as Gabe crunches his hand in a punishing grip and pulls him in. "Now. I know the engagement is fake, but what are your intentions with my baby brother?"
Gone is all the mirth and mischief from his eyes, replaced by a fierce protectiveness that Dean knows well and has to admire. "I just want to make Cas happy. In whatever way I can."
The words come out so easily and Dean is surprised by the truth behind them.
Gabe nods, finally relinquishing Dean's hand. "Great. If you're done being an absolute bag of dicks, I believe we have a torture session disguised as brunch to attend." "You're mean when you're hangry, 'Cas,'" Gabriel teases, unwrapping a piece of taffy he pulled from who-knows-where and popping it into his mouth before leading them both into the penthouse. Dean had known that the penthouse of a Las Vegas hotel was going to be fancy, hell Elvis had lived in one, but nothing prepares him for the opulence he steps into.
Dean's jaw is on the floor as they pass beneath crystal chandeliers. A quick peek into the two rooms jutting off the entry way shows one to be a miniature movie theater with eight seats and the other a mini lounge complete with a pool table and fully stocked bar. Cas is impossibly unfazed as they swing by the living room that houses a hundred-inch flatscreen, a fireplace, and a baby grand piano and Dean can't figure out if he truly doesn't care or if he's just used to witnessing his family's wealth. They stop just short of the dining room, low murmurs echoing out to them. "Dean, are you sure you want to do this?" Cas whispers, ignoring the way Gabe arches his brow as he waits for them just in the doorway. "I'm sure," Dean says, lacing their fingers together for a quick, supportive squeeze.
Cas nods and they step into the lion's den together after Gabriel.
——— "Castiel, how lovely of you to finally join us," a woman's sharp words slice at them the moment they enter the room. "I was beginning to think you might not have shown up at all. Who is that with you?" Cas keeps a smile on his face, but his hand tightens around Dean's and Dean can see the tension around his eyes. "Naomi," Cas nods stiffly in acknowledgment before introducing Dean, "This is my fiancé, Dean."
"Dean," Naomi says his name like it's something slimy. "What is it that you do?" "I'm a mechanic-" Is all Dean manages to say before he is cut off. "'Naomi,' is that anyway to treat our dear mother, Castiel?" a man seated next to Naomi asks, words laced with venom. "Have some respect." Dean's eyes narrow as he focuses on the familiar looking guy before placing him as the asshole who'd bumped into him earlier that morning at the elevator. "She has made it very clear that I am no son of hers, so her given name is the most respectful thing I can call her, Michael, though I'm sure I could think of a few less respectful ones if you'd prefer."
Dean wants to whoop with pride, but he bites his lip, knowing if he says anything now it will be a long, long brunch and he's starving.
"Enough! Everyone, just sit so we can begin," booms an older gentleman Dean assumes is Cas' father, Chuck, based on how everyone follows the order as he takes his seat at the head of the table. Naomi claps her hands twice and waitstaff emerge from the kitchen carrying trays of food. Dean watches in morbid fascination as each tray is presented to Chuck first then brought around to each person, the waiter or waitress serving a portion from their tray to the plate on the table or pouring what looks to be mimosa into champagne glasses, completely ignored by everyone. "Chuck is at the head of the table, Naomi is to his right. Next to her is my older brother Michael and I think that is his fiancé," Cas whispers to Dean. "Abagail. Then you have Balthazar, our cousin. Uriel's wife, Sarah, is next to him and that's Uriel at the foot of the table. Moving on, Marv, the family attorney is on the other side of Castiel and our aunt Amara, is to dear old dad's left," Gabriel takes over explaining. "Basically, everyone one hates each other but we all play nice because tearing out each other's jugulars would probably make for bad press." Dean's head is swimming with names and faces, which only gets worse as he glances at all of them and realizes that underdressed is a gross overstatement. He's just contemplating stabbing himself with the salad fork (because yeah, the table is set with about a million different utensils Dean can't hope to guess the function of), when a flash of silver appears in his periphery. "Uh, sir? Would you like some-" Dean turns toward the server to respond, which seems to startle the gangly man so much that he stumbles back. Dean watches in horror as time slows.
The server fails to regain his balance, tripping over his own legs. The silver tray with a strange beige looking meat substance teeters on the waiter's hand before tipping and clattering to the floor with a splat and a clang. Time speeds back up as Dean leaps from his chair to help the man up. "Hey, I'm so sorry about that ..." "Uh, Garth, and I'm the one who should be apologizing." Dean hauls him to his feet before helping him grab his tray.
"Seriously, it was my fault. No need for you to take the blame for something I caused. You okay?"
Garth smiles and nods, "I'm a little bruised but definitely in better shape than the fois gras." Dean guesses that must be the meat on the floor, but he honestly has no idea. "Uh, you should probably sit back down now," Garth whispers, whipping out a cloth from somewhere and scooping up the meat, another person stepping in right after him to mop the spot.
He turns to heed the waiter's advice only to find everyone's eyes boring into him with varying emotions. Chuck, Naomi, Uriel, Michael, and Marv all stare at him with disgust and disdain. Abagail and Sarah with horror. Balthazar and Gabriel regard him with astonished amusement. Amara sears him with an intense emotion that borders on lascivious.
The other waitstaff all have soft smiles of gratitude.
And then there's Cas. Cas stares at him with pride and affection and something else that is warm and comforting. So, he doesn't look anywhere else. Just plops down and acts like nothing happened, Cas' hand finds his under the table.
"Dean," Naomi calls to him, his name icy and cold on her tongue. "I will let your impertinence slide as I am sure that you are not accustomed to silver service or etiquette, but the rule of thumb is to not interact with the staff." Dean tries to tamp down the anger bubbling in him, he really does. But then Naomi gives a little pretentious sniff and Dean can't help himself. "Thank you all for the wonderful service. Everything," Dean can't quite bring himself to lie because the truth is he hasn't had a bite of anything that tasted good, "Looks wonderful. Though I can't vouch for its taste, but that's probably due to my unrefined palate. Garth, would I be able to get some regular old peasant eggs and bacon?"
The scowls on him deepen and whispers begin to fill the room but the waitstaff can't hide their beaming and snickers and both Balthazar and Gabriel do a poor job trying to stifle their laughter behind their champagne glasses.
"Honestly, Castiel. If you can't even control your boyfriend, how are you expected to raise a child," Chuck throws out casually. "This is why he should come live with us. He needs the stability of two responsible parental figures." "Hey! Cas is a great father!" Dean snarls, old wounds scraped open and bleeding at the memory of being questioned about his own ability to raise Sam. "Dean," Cas says softly, placing a hand on his arm. "Ignore them, I do. Let's just get through this, okay?" Dean sits back in his seat, angrily chewing a piece of bacon that Garth ended up getting him, delivered with a grin and a wink. He resolves himself to let it go and stay silent for the rest of the miserable brunch.
It's a great plan, except Naomi just has to open her mouth. "Dean, I'm not sure you're aware, but Jack is Castiel's nephew," she corrects both the nickname and Jack's heritage, "not his son. Castiel will never be a real father, not with his ... condition." Dean tries to count to ten, tries to picture Sammy telling him not to, but he looks to Cas and all restraint flies out the window when he sees tears burning at the edges of his beautiful blue eyes. He jumps to his feet, slamming his hands against the table as if he didn't already have everyone's undivided attention. "Damn! Did you hear that, Cas? Turns out you can't be a father because neither of us can get pregnant. Guess that means we should stop trying so hard," Dean shouts, sarcasm dripping from every word. There is a full second of silence where time seems suspended before all hell breaks loose. Gabe sprays mimosa out of his nose at the inuendo and proceeds to struggle between laughing and coughing. Cas is staring open mouthed up at Dean, unreadable emotion in his eyes. Everyone else gasps and clutches their metaphoric pearls like he'd stood up on the table, pulled down his pants and underwear, and yelled "Pudding!" while shaking his junk at them. Naomi, unfortunately, appears to recover first. "How dare you-" "How dare I?" Dean asks incredulously. "How dare you? I may not be up to date on proper etiquette, but I'm pretty sure berating and belittling your son's fiancé, whom you've just met, is frowned upon. Also, how dare you question Cas' ability to be a parent? He is Jack's dad in every way that counts. He provides for him and loves him unconditionally and would do anything to protect him, which is clearly more than you two can say about yourselves. And he's not doing it alone anymore. He has me and I promise you: I'm not going anywhere." "Don't you speak to my wife that way," Chuck yells at Dean, standing and matching his stance. "And how could Jack possibly benefit from you, Dean? How much do you actually make as a mechanic? Will you be able to help with Jack's college and expenses? Did you even go to college? " "You know what, no. Happy? I didn't go to college. I've never had and probably never will have anything that amounts to material wealth. But what I do have is a G.E.D, a give 'em hell attitude, a decade of experience raising my brother, who got a one-seventy-four on his first shot at the L-SAT and is a few semesters away from graduating in the top ten percent of his class at Stanford, and a whole lotta love for Jack and Cas. So, you can keep your etiquette and complicated silver wear and awful tasting expensive food. I'd rather be poor and happy with a dick in my ass than rich and empty with a stick up it any day a'the week," Dean finishes, huffing and shaking as the rage still claws at him and begs for a bruisable outlet other than an inflated ego.
"Dean ..." Cas breathes beneath him and Dean wants to kick himself. He was supposed to make Cas look good, look stable. And now he'd probably fucked everything up. He doesn't look at Cas, even though he can feel him tugging at his overshirt. He can't look at him yet, needs another moment to scramble together a protective wall from the disappointment and anger he's going to find in the haunting blue. He chooses to stare down Chuck and Naomi who are apparently stunned speechless, as is the rest of the table. "Dean," Cas growls his name this time, but Dean still needs just one more second.
He doesn't get it. Cas is up on his feet beside him, grabbing his face in both hands and pulling him into a kiss.
Cas lips move against his, working at his lower lip until Dean's lips part and Cas' tongue is exploring his mouth. Dean shudders at the sensation, reciprocating eagerly and needing to taste Cas. "Thank you, Dean," Cas whispers as he pulls away far too soon, Dean's lips naturally chasing after him. "Cas?" Dean asks, dazed, confused, and licking the last traces of Cas champagne breath off his lips. Cas doesn't answer though because the room explodes in a cacophony of shouts as everyone jumps to their feet, excluding Abagail and Sarah who shyly give Dean secret thumbs up. Over the din, Dean hears Michael roar that Cas is uninvited from the wedding. "If Cas isn't going, then I'm not. And, judging from your tanking stock, you need me to present a united, family friendly front for the press. I mean that is what this whole wedding is, right? A merger between the Shurley Corporation and Roman Enterprises?" Neither Michael, Naomi, nor Chuck respond. "I'm loathe to agree with Gabriel on anything, but I'm on his and Castiel's team for this one. You bastards," Balthazar says the last part to Gabe and Cas with something that might be considered affection, shocking Dean with his British accent. "If Gabriel and Castiel aren't going, then I'm bloody well not either." "Chuck, Naomi, it's been a pleasure, as always," Cas spits toward them, grabbing Dean's hand and dragging him towards the door. Dean is still too out of it to resist, so he follows Cas, fingertips hovering over his swollen lips, barely registering Gabriel scrambling after them shouting, "Mom, pops, I gotta say, I think this is the best brunch you've ever hosted!"
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#hopefully everyone enjoyed the brunch fumble (I think I managed to get everything in lol)#had to throw in a kiss because it's the first day of pride month 🌈#should I do a Cas POV next?#What business do ya'll think Gabe is in?#thanks for the name team name Balthazar (go team bastard)#it's actually a little too fitting because they're all treated like bastard children by their parents#dean's just a tad touchy about the whole taking a kid from their surrogate parent thing if you couldn't tell#would it be too corny to have Dean be like “what was that?” and Cas just muttering “I don't know I learned it from the pizza man”?#dean has no idea what that means but gabe is choking bc he knows it's from the one and only porno Cas watched as a teen from gabes stash#Cas was thoroughly traumatized and gabe had to answer all his questions such as:#“If the pizza man truly loves the babysitter why does he keep smacking her rear?”#also what are the odds Gabe thinks Dean and Cas have a mutual breeding kink after Dean's little outburst 😂#destiel#spn#dean winchester#castiel#deancas#destiel crack#tumblr fic#destiel wip#steering through the rearview
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Princess
A Drabble 𓂃۶ৎ



James Kelly x Wife!Reader + Mallory
Warnings: Pure fluff ! Mallory helping you on Father’s Day. Mallory being silly
First set of dividers by @si-eunnis ! Second set by @kodaswrld ! <3 feedback is highly appreciated, by the time this is scheduled part 2 will be on the way a few hours later. Proofread !
Part 1 , Part 2
It was about 25 minutes before 8:30, honestly speaking James was normally up early on weekends. Considering he woke up at the crack ass of dawn to get ready for work, his body was just used to getting up early.
Little did he know, while he slept.. his wife and daughter had a surprise for him. They wanted to one up him for Mother’s Day a month prior, and since Mallory was now 6 she had gotten fond of drawing.
‘ Mommy look!’ Mallory showed you the card she was coloring, she had been so excited to make her daddy something special. You looked over from your spot in the kitchen, making his plate of breakfast. ‘ Yes sugar? Bring it here let mommy see.’
Mallory happily hopped up, sock-clad feet padding into the kitchen. Her snoopy plushie was tucked under her arm, little hands holding open the card. The cover had her messy handwriting that read “I love you daddy!” . Looking over to her drawing, it automatically made your heart melt.
On a blue and green background were three stick people, You and James holding her hand. And of course she drew in snoopy, your cat Winnie awkwardly drawn beside your figure. ‘ Awh baby.. this is too cute, daddy is gonna love it.’ Mallory beamed at you, the fattest grin on her face— the same smile as her daddy.
‘ Mama can daddy have his brown water in my mug?’ She asked you, standing on her tippy toes to see the stuff on the counter. ‘ The brown water? We don’t have any brown water’ looking down at her puzzled, ‘ that!’ She pointed to the coffee maker like it was obvious. ‘Ohhh, yeah of course. Let me set the tray okay?’
After setting the tray nicely— James had bacon, eggs, sausage, two pieces of toast, and two jelly packets. Leaning down to pull out Mallory’s Minnie Mouse stool, she climbed on and helped you pour James’ coffee into her snoopy mug.
Mallory happily padded to the bedroom holding her card, you were carefully walking with the tray of food. You heard his alarm go off and knew your timing was perfect, ‘ easy now..’ you guided, watching her push the door open.
James sat up against the headboard, wiping the sleep from his eyes. Immediately breaking out into a smile as he saw Mallory reach his gaze, her face was devious— hiding something behind her back. ‘ Good mornin’ bug, something special back there?’ He grinned.
Mallory looked over to you for permission as you fully entered, eager to present her hard work. ‘ Yes Mallory, you can show him.’ Leaning over and kissing his temple, murmuring in his ear. ‘ Happy Father’s Day baby’ Placing the tray on his lap carefully, the snoopy mug on the nightstand.
Mallory took that as initiative and opened her card proudly, ‘ Happy birthday daddy!!’ She yelled proudly, he chuckled. ‘ No Mallory, not birthday—‘ you tried, but She yelled out another holiday. ‘ Happy Christmas daddy!’ You sighed, ‘ Father’s Day baby, happy Father’s Day.’
Mallory was still smiling, ‘Yeah! That’s what I said’ she grinned, holding out the card to James. And he was smiling his ass off, ‘ Thank you bug, this card is amazing. You’re an artist if I’ve ever seen one..’ he commented, looking at her stick-family drawing. He read— or atleast tried to read the words she put in. Deciphering ‘awesome’ , ‘cool’, and of course ‘I love you daddy.’
The whole ordeal just made his heart melt, ‘Come give me a hug Mallory bug’ He smiled, embracing the little girl and kissing her head. Letting her get down and looking at you expectantly, ‘ And my hug??’ He grinned, opening his arms and embracing you tightly.
‘ I love you sweetheart, I really appreciate all of this.’ He kissed your temple before gently kissing your lips, it was full of gratitude and love. ‘ Well I had to one up you for Mother’s Day.. and safe to say Its just as good. Just wait till you see your other present tonight..’ you muttered in his ear, making him choke on his toast.
‘ Daddy! Drink your brown water!!’ Mallory pointed at her snoopy mug, ‘ Brown water?’ He questioned, ‘ Coffee dear, there’s coffee in the cup.’ You informed him, and he chuckled. ‘ Don’t mind if I do.. oh and it’s your snoopy mug? You never let anyone use this thing.’ He took a sip of his coffee— bitter and dark, just like he liked it.
‘ It’s okay, mommy can wash it after.’ She exclaimed happily before thinking… ‘ But daddy I thought you were born on Father’s Day? Aren’t all daddies born today?’ She cocked her head at James in confusion. ‘ No darling.. it’s just a day for them.’ He simply explained, forking a bite of eggs into his mouth.
‘ Ohh okay.. well I love you daddy!’ She happy expressed, leaning up to peck his cheek. And he grinned, seeing his two favorite girls express their love for him. ‘ I love you too baby.. you’re my spoiled little Princess.’
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。゚•┈୨ Le temps de guérir Part 3 ୧┈• 。゚
Steb x F!reader
Part 1 - Part 2
You almost have a heart attack remembering your mentor and secret crush is now your unfortunate roommate, what else life has in store for you now, heh? Probably nothing more, surely...
Tags: Angst/comfort, fluff, pining, Steb definitely has guilt and PTSD, slow burn, forced proximity, bed bugs, shared shower, inadvertently erotic contact, community, oh no! there was only one bed!
Request open for Best boy Steb <3
You stretch with a grumble, feeling a headache approaching. You lay down your arms with a deep sigh, observing your bedroom, sniffing with the lack of order all around. Books, clothes, and a dirty plate on the ground.
You have to clean all that...
You yawn as you lazily go down your stairs, scratching your tummy, barely seeing in front of you with your eyes still full of sleep. You immediately head out to your kitchenette to prepare a well-needed warm coffee.
You are in full zombie mode, in complete autopilot as you pour the water in and dose the beans. You yawn behind your hand as you lay against the counter waiting for the coffee maker to heat up when you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder.
You jump out of your skin and almost trip on your feet.
“Dear...! Steb!” You shout, your heart sprinting in your ribcage like it would burst out any second, “Wha... Why are you here?!” You ask, flabbergasted.
He freezes mid-signing like he doesn’t know how to explain what is evident while all comes back to you like a punch in your guts.
The war, the kiss, the tension, the movie, your new roommate...
You facepalm yourself as your heart calms down slowly.
Dear gods, why did you have such a stupid idea? You berate yourself, hand on your knees
Steb looks at you, not knowing how to help without worsening the situation. You feel him put his hand on your shoulder delicately, unsure.
“It’s all right, It’s okay. I’m fine.” You temper with a thumb up, “Thank you Steb, it’s okay.” You stand back straight with a deep sigh, grounding you, “I’m fine, I promise!” You smile at him.
He slowly nods, releasing your shoulder, a hand scratching his neck.
“Have you been awake for a long time? Did you eat?” You ask.
He shakes his head.
“Oh Steb, you shouldn’t have waited for me like that. You’re at home here, you can rummage around and make your favorite breakfast, I don’t mind.” You explain, opening your cabinets, “What do you want? I can cook for you.”
He immediately shakes his head and hands.
“Taratatatatatata, mister. You are my guest, it’s my role to take care of you! I make killer chocolate chip pancakes, you’ll see!” You take out your large bowl and eggs.
Steb immediately signs you his intention, before scratching his neck.
“You don’t have to help, you know.”
He sharply shakes his head, notifying you that he won’t back down.
“Okay, okay, well... I don’t have chocolate chips anymore, do you mind cutting the chocolate tablets?”
You both wash your hands and start working.
You gulp, feeling yourself fidgety next to him. You give quick glances as he slices the tablet expertly with your big knife, clearly at ease with a blade. Your worktop is so small that you regularly hit each other elbows, creating knots in your stomach.
Steb is unaware of your turmoil and is fully focused on his task to make the best chocolate shards ever!
You whisk your dough until it is all shiny and liquid, mix everything, pour it into the hot pan with a cube of butter, and cook them. You flip them with your spatula when you notice Steb scratching his side with a wince, making you frown.
You serve the golden pancakes on two plates while Steb takes some topping off the cupboards and you go to sit and eat. As you push Steb’s plate toward him you see him desperately scratching the back of his neck with gritted teeth.
“Why are you scratching yourself like that?” You ask, looking at Steb scratching his arm.
He shrugs but winces in clear discomfort, never stopping the scratching. You squint at him and gasp.
“Steb! You are red all over!” You skirt the table to approach him and pull on the collar of the baggy shirt.
Sure enough, his neck is reddish and swollen as he scratches so much, and spreads all over his arms and surely his entire torso. Rashes all over his beautiful green scales. He picks up something off his neck and examines it between his two fingers, squinting.
His eyes round up and he jumps on his feet, grabs your hand, and pulls you on your feet, sprinting up the stairs. You can’t ask a single question he pushes you inside the bathroom with him and starts undressing before your very eyes.
You look at him, not knowing what to do about all that or yourself. Once he stripped down to his boxers he turns to you with a serious gaze and approaches his hands from your clothes. You slap them away immediately.
“What is this all about?” You demand.
You’re not about to let him undress you like that! Not without a nice drink first!
He looks dead serious as he signs.
“Zaunites bed bugs?!” You choke.
No need to tell you twice, you start undressing at once!
Disgusting little bugs!
Steb opens your buttons, helping you out before you throw all the clothes in the washer and turn it to the maximum temperature.
You are now both practically naked in the same cramped room. But frankly? You can’t give a crap, those critters are a real nuisance!
Steb grabs your arm and enters the tub, pulling you with him. He seizes the shower head and blasts you with fuming hot water. You sit on your ankles as he visibly knows how to treat the problem and lets him soak you, he scrubs your hair vigorously to drown the disgusting little bugs.
Yurk!
You feel his large hand traveling your body as he searches for the nasty critters, hearing a low growl emanating from the aquatic Vastaya behind you.
You are not especially knowledgeable on bugs, but each year Piltover and Zaun have an invasion of the creatures, and outside of devouring any fabrics of a house, they spread a lot of blood diseases, sometimes mortal ones...
You mentally slap yourself as you realize your undergarments are now see-through... That became a habit quickly, huh?
Steb turns the water off and makes you spin towards him, pulling you back on your feet. You try with more or less success to modestly cover yourself but his eyes are so deadly focused, like during your missions together, you understand that he does not realize the situation himself!
His mind is focused on getting rid of any bug on your skin right now.
He frowns, turning your face at every angle, his ears shaking in anger. He lowers himself before you as he inspects your chest, your tummy, and your legs, pinching the skin here and there. His face is right at the same level as your groin region.
You gingerly cover the region as naturally as you can, but as a perfectly professional Medic, Steb doesn’t register that detail, fully focused on his medical task.
He manipulates your limbs with great precaution, his ocean eyes scanning your exposed skin like a robot.
You do not disturb him in his task, only fidgeting your fingers. It turned weird really fast, exactly as you predicted! You reject him, invite him to live with you, watch an erotic movie, and end up practically naked together in the same tub...
If the god playing with you could take a five minutes break, you would appreciate...
He finally nods to himself and helps you get out of the tub. You take out a clean towel and scrub your body after checking it while Steb repeats the operation on himself, blasting fuming water on his scales.
He took you by such surprise it did not occur to you to tell him that you did not feel itchy at all... But better safe than sorry!
Coughing, you open the window for fresh air and for the steam to escape. You rummage through your cabinet until you find an old lemon perfume.
The lemon and the alcohol repel those little monsters and you vaporize it all over your exposed body.
You try to put some in your back when Steb exits the tub and comes to help. He takes the bottle and gently applies a layer on your back, delicately massaging the skin with the perfume.
“Thank you. Turn around, I’ll do your back!” You announce, agitating a pair of tweezers.
Steb sits on his ankles on the ground as you kneel behind him, tracing his scales to find the parasites. Those little bastards love nudging themself between two layers of scales, you take out five sipping well-hidden but dead, fortunately.
You meticulously inspect his large back, moving his back fins around delicately like a paper sheet but each time you brush them a strange shudder shakes his shoulders, his chest trembling slightly. It must still be sensitive after his wounds, you press your lips.
“I think it’s go-Oh my Lord they are some in your gills!” You notice as you inspect his back neck.
You trace one gill to slightly open it but Steb grabs your hand, his breath short, squeezing it lightly.
You have like a deja vue sensation.
He releases your hand with a short breath, the tip of his ears trembling, and starts signing. You gulp as the ground opens up under you. Fins and gills are erogenous zones for aquatic Vastayas, and you’ve been manipulating them around while Steb had to take it all silently.
“Thank you for telling me straight, Steb. I’ll be cautious.” You promise.
5 minutes, JUST 5 MINUTES for goodness sake!
The good news is that the water drowned and burnt most of the critters on his body so they come without difficulties. You delicately pull out the last ones, mindful of his gills and fins all over his body, and spray him down with the lemon perfume while he gulps, still tensed after that unfortunate erotic contact.
You hand him a towel and he pats himself gently before wrapping it around his waist, skin still bruised and reddish but his expression is appeased.
You sit down, wrapped in your towel and he imitates you, both catching your breath.
“Damn bugs!” You let out.
Steb nods slowly, a thin smile appearing on his lips and then gently chuckles. You look at him with a raised eyebrow as he rubs his face with his hands, throwing his head backward as his large shaken by his laugh, and after an instant you join him, unable to refrain from your own giggling.
Really, nothing will be spared to you two!
You both finish with a deep sigh, your feet grazing.
“God damn...” You grin, more amused than worried now.
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You close the living room door and lock it with the key.
“All right, we don’t have a sofa bed or a kitchen for the next 48 hours for the product to take effect.” You announce.
Steb nods, back in his enforcer uniform that has been spared in the bathroom.
No upper room has been touched by the critters and everything seemed to have come from your old sofa bed.
The invasion was quite early, still!
“No more movies too.”
He shrugs with a lopsided grin.
“I don’t know you but I'm fed up with that house for now, let’s get outside!”
He nods eagerly and you pass on a coat end exit your nest to discover Piltover under a thin drizzle. You smile as you see Steb twitching his ears and opening his gills wide in the mist. You nudge him and you head up wherever your steps decide to guide you.
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“Dear gods...” You let out.
Your steps guided you to ruins.
Steb’s house ruins to be more precise.
Nothing is left, all walls are down, no furniture survived, and it is only a hill of rubble.
Steb walks among the rest of his past with a closed but calm expression while you feel on the verge of tears.
This is... so unfair.
He did so much more than you, so why is he the one who lost everything?
You walk among the fragments of walls and roof scattered everywhere at a loss for words. You cough with the impressive amount of dust around, detailing the pure waste of all of this is...
An entire life
Disintegrated in a matter of minutes...
You take another step and lower your gaze as you hear the sound of glass, realizing that you stepped on a picture frame. You crouch to grab the picture delicately, discovering who you think is a younger Steb between two adults Vastaya, smiling brightly at the camera.
The frame is ruined but the picture itself is miraculously intact, like a small miracle.
You admire this instant of happiness suspended in time itself with a fond smile, discovering a tight, united family.
You approach Steb who just managed to pull out the parts of a destroyed electronic piano from the debris. You hand him the picture with a reassuring smile and he takes it, almost apprehensively, and admires it, his cheek scales waving intensely. He stands back up, eyes still fixed on the pictures as he gulps, almost like he is about to cry.
You look at him a bit worried but no tears roll down, he only fixes the smiles on the paper, eyes foggy with emotions.
“Hey! HEY! You! The enforcer! Come here!” A displeasing voice rises up behind you.
Steb does not move like paralyzed by the photo.
“Come here right now!”
You snarl and spin to discover an angry man with a woman following him, worried. You slide down the rubble and approach, frowning.
Now is not the time!
“Not you! The enforcer!” He dismisses you with a gesture of the hand like you were nothing.
You sniff and take out your enforcer badge.
“I am an enforcer. What do you want?”
“We want all the persons responsible for all of this!” He gestures to the destroyed neighborhood, “All the houses have been destroyed or pillaged, we saw none of you come to help us during the battle and now nobody came to help us rebuild! What are you doing exactly?!”
“We are doing what we can, sir. The building teams will be here shortly!”
“We’ve been served that charade for 3 weeks! And we see no one coming! What are we supposed to do, grab you all by the collar for you to finally do your job?”
“Sir, please calm down-”
“Don’t tell me to calm down, I have children, we are abandoned. What do you plan to do to help us? Or do you intend to only rebuild the neighborhood of the nobles?”
“Everyone will receive help, no one will be left behind.”
“We’ve been left behind decades ago. You enforcers are here to protect the money of the upper crust and walk all over us! What did you two do during the war? Huh!? Anything?! You did something, enforcer?!” He shouts at Steb on top of the fuming remains of his house.
“Sir! If you want to scream at someone, I am right here!” You make a barrage with your own body, blocking the enraged man, “Leave him in peace, he needs time.”
“OH? Oh, he needs time, does he?! What a luxury, I can’t afford that luxury! I lost my house! Can he even understand that?”
“Yes, Sir, he can very well. This is his own house in ruins right here. Believe me, he understands perfectly your situation. We have a lot of teams working, someone will come and help. You need to trust me.”
“To trust?! Do you hear yourself?! We... We...” He stops shouting, voice overflowed by tears, breaking down in front of you.
The woman circles his shoulders to press him tight while your throat dries out.
What to say?
You have nothing to say to soothe such a wound, to appease such a trauma. All of those lives ruined, how many will truly be able to rebuild solid foundations and move on?
“Please...” The woman quietly says raising her eyes to you, “Just... Tell us Piltover didn’t forget about us.”
“No Ma’am. Piltover did not forget about any of its citizens. Ste... My colleague is in contact with someone really high up in the Kiramman family, he can plead for teams to be redirected toward you. We will do everything we can to help everyone, but it takes a lot of time.”
She lowers her gaze pensively and nods, taking the man still crying away to leave you alone.
You look at them walking away from you with a bitter taste in your mouth.
You are sure Piltover’s efforts will be redirected toward those neighborhoods... At some point.
But when?
A week? Several? 4 months? 2 years?
You bury your hands in your coat’s pocket with a gulp, feeling a bit dirty, and spin back toward Steb, still on the top of the rubbles.
He slightly turns his head in your direction as he hears you approach and hurriedly wipes something off on his cheek and folds the pictures to put it in his chest pocket as you finally reach him.
His breath comes back to normal but his eyes are swollen and red, looking in the distance.
He turns to you with a very tight smile and moves his hands into a question.
“They... They just wanted some information.”
He tilts his head and asks again.
“Yes, you may be able to help them in fact. But not now... We are here for you.” You gently smile, looking into his swollen eyes.
He shortly nods, blinking his third eyelids.
But you know... Deep down he feels useless and responsible. He still did not explain to you what happened, but he wears the weight of his regrets on his face with low ears and shoulders.
You take his shoulder with your hand and squeeze it as he did so much for you under his tutelage when doubts were swarming you.
“Hey... I am here with you. We will surpass all of that, together. Okay?”
His smile reappears shortly as his ears shake quickly.
“I am not abandoning you now. Come on! I’m sure there are still some memories buried under the rubble, we are not leaving with empty hands, I promise you!”
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“I did not know you played violin!” You exclaim, pressing the family pictures book against your chest as you walk towards the Grand Park.
Steb readjusts the strap of the violin case on his shoulder as he explains.
He has been playing the violin since early childhood, his parents wanted him to get into a group of friends the same age after they moved into Piltover. Apparently, baby Steb was quite shy and preferred the company of books and adults.
You give him a side look.
Evidently, seeing his house destroyed again weight on his mind, but he is evidently happy to have found the book intact, protected by a bookcase that fell just around it, and his face illuminated when you triumphantly lifted the violin case out of the debris with a stupid victory dance.
It will never be enough, but it is something at last...
His hand doesn’t release the strap of the case, holding it firmly like he was afraid it would disappear all of a sudden like the rest. The case is a bit dusty and bumpy but the violin is untouched, thank the Gods.
Steb suddenly stops before a building, making you turn to him with questions.
“A hotel?”
He nods with swift signs.
“Yes, you can’t sleep on the sofa for two days, but I’m not kicking you out.” You explain as you approach him with a confused frown, “You can still sleep in the house.”
He tilts his head, asking.
“Well, my... Bed.” It downs on you as you say it out loud.
But your bed is the last place to sleep in your little house.
His throat muscles tighten as his turquoise eyes round-up with the surprise.
You press your lips in a thin line, fidgeting your fingers.
Yep, yep, yep... 5 minutes of peace right?
But you can’t just kick him out to a hotel like that? All his stuff are at your place.
“Listen. We shouldn’t spread the bugs more than they already invaded the city. It’s only a matter of two nights.”
He tilts his head left and right, debating the rights and wrongs of that situation.
“You don’t even know the state of the rooms in that hotel, most of them may be destroyed and you still need a workstation.” You close the matter.
You spin away to let him see the fire spreading in your cheeks, heating up like crazy.
He follows you diligently as you pass the gates of the Grand Park of Progress and realize a lot of people are here.
“Ah! I think there is a shelter nearby!” You remember.
A lot of families with children are here, looking exhausted but with small smiles, simply happy to be able to enjoy the park for one hour or two and get some fresh air. Parents look tenderly at their kids coursing each other and sliding down the slides or swaying on the swings.
A small moment of peace.
There is even a small merchant of ice cream back in business!
You both sit down on a bench, Steb wrapped his enforcer jacket around his hips for more anonymity and you simply observe the passersby, inhaling the fresh air with some relief. You look at the children running around and laughing with a smile and turn your head as you hear a baby crying not far away.
You jump on the bench as you hear a squeaky sound right next to you and see Steb adjusting the cords of his violin, tightening them before trying again, repositioning his long fingers.
A long, clear note rises in the sky as he slides his bow gently on the cords.
You silently admire him as he tests his instrument with different positions, different notes ringing deliciously in the air. He looks so focused, his hands and fingers moving along the instruments with fineness, like a caress, creating magnificent sounds.
He turns his eyes to you as he feels your insistent gaze on him, his gaze traveling between you and the violin in a silent question. You immediately raise your hand in an appeasing manner.
“I don’t mind at all! I love music, it’s great being able to see a musician this close!” You invite him to continue.
He nods, a bit relieved, and straightens his back as he clears his throat, laying the bow on the cords and making it slide again.
He starts an infinitely tender melody you never heard before but would suit a lullaby wonderfully. You listen, eyes fixed on your mentor, gently cradling yourself to his music.
It is beautiful and also terribly sad.
When you listen to that melody you feel like listening to a tragedy, a story full of hope that will never have a good ending no matter the efforts to correct fate.
You gulp as you feel your throat contracting under rising tears.
This is the kind of sadness you can deal with and revel in, a cathartic emotion created by a skillful artist to alleviate everyone’s heart once the tragedy ends.
A moment of elegance and refinement.
Even the wind subdued just enough to carry the notes farther without drowning them.
You sigh, transported so far away from your mortal body, like you were on a new plan.
A magical plan, where music notes and heartbeats are the same, creating a powerful symphony of vibrant memories and dreams. A silent tear rolls down your closed eyes as you let yourself submerged by the emotions Steb creates with his skillful hands.
You think even the baby stopped crying, soothed by the soft melody.
You gasp, taking a shaky breath as Steb makes his cords resonate a last time as the melody ends.
It was... Marvelous, gut-wrenching, and you needed it you realize.
You reopen your eyes as you feel a knuckle caressing your cheek, discovering Steb wiping a tear off your skin with concerned eyes on you.
You cannot help but smile his way, your heart a little bit lighter thanks to him.
You sigh and look around, realizing several people joined in a circle around your bench to listen to Steb’s music.
“You have fans, superstar.” You grin at him.
His ears shake with a rosy shade spreading on his cheeks. He must not be used to have a large audience.
“Hey!” A voice rises, commanding both of your attentions.
A human woman and another Vastaya, a canine one, break the circle with a flute and a djembe to come closer.
They are more probably Zaunites than Piltovians, judging by their clothes.
“A jolly folly, you know this one?” She asks.
Steb nods and stands up.
“One, two, thee...” She counts down.
And they start a new melody, much more joyful and rhythmic. A lot of people start clapping in rhythm, familiar with the music, some grab a partner and start swaying together. You snap your fingers as you bob your head up and down, your feet twitching with the desire to dance.
The three musicians harmonize together as the crowd grows more and more, captivated by the joyful music.
Desperate for just a moment of frivolity.
The tempo wins over Steb he taps his foot and tilts his bust left and right with playfulness as the flutist bobs up and down with him, a smile wrapped around the flute’s head.
Everyone around you dances in some way, with partners or alone. Several couples start swinging with impressive mastery as others just sway their arms together.
A large round dance around the musicians starts to form and someone grabs your hand to invite you in.
You all strut around them in a circle, raising your arms in a hola with loud laughs. You cannot help but laugh yourself, holding on to the two persons’s hands while you spin, focused on Steb playing his violin.
He is really good you came to realize. The temp is very fast and you don’t think you hear any false notes coming from him.
The other two are really good too! They have evidently been playing for long years and it shows.
Steb and the woman stop, letting the percussionist throw himself in a frenzied solo with big smiles on their faces, abandoning themself to the art.
It culminates in a grand final with high, quick notes and a furious tempo making you want to dance until the end of the night!
No matter what happened, Piltover is still here, still standing!
And you are all still alive!
The last notes resonate under the applause and the shouts of the audience that grew exponentially during the piece. You clap your hands hard, breathless, and heads spinning while Steb nods and shakes hands with the two Zaunites, happy about this fleeting moment.
He passes back the case in his back, grabs the book, and heads towards you as the two musicians start a new music with an enthusiastic public. He nods and waves to people patting his shoulder, thanking him for his talent.
You both rejoin, pantless and a bit sweaty, but definitely happier.
“It was really, really good, Steb! You have a real talent.” You try to catch your breath, hands on your hips while he humbly accepts your praise with a nod and shaking cheek scales.
“Come on, I’ll pay you an ice cream for your performance!” You giggle.
You walk along the bank of the Park’s lake, licking your ice cream cones with childish delight. It is much less crowded around here, much more peaceful and calm.
You sit down on a new bench, facing the lake where ducks gently swim, a couple of swans just a little farther. You let out a deep satisfied sigh, contemplating the view.
“If you want to take a dive, I'll hold your cone.” You teasingly propose.
Steb chuckles as he bites down his ice cream, his gills wide open to take as much fresh air as possible. You chuckle with him as the sun slowly starts to go down, painting the sky in pink and mauve shades.
“This is beautiful...” You let out, admiring the scenery.
Steb nods slowly with a deep breath.
“I love this city... Despite all of its failures and defaults.” You admit, nodding to yourself.
He spins his head towards you, tilting it with questions.
“Okay... I don’t like everything! There are some aspects that can be improved. A lot. But still. There are worse places to live in.”
He nods, biting down his ice cream again like the cold is only a minor inconvenience on his teeth.
“Say... I think I saw you with sharp teeth in the picture, as for your parents? What’s up with that?” You ask curious.
Steb was raising his cone to his mouth again but stopped, putting his hand back down, his shoulders lowering a bit with his ears.
“... Steb?” You ask in a murmur
He licks his teeth pensively and lets out a deep sigh, his free hand rolling into a fist, gripping the fabric of his pants.
He purses his lips, hesitating.
“Forget it, Steb... I am sorry, I should not have asked.” You take his hand rolled in a fist and gently squeeze it.
His gaze lowers to your hands and then raises to meet yours, a lot of emotions raging and battling in his turquoise gaze. You frankly smile at him.
You press yourself against him and lay your head on his shoulder with a satisfied sigh.
“We’ll see the end of the tunnel at some point... I am sure of it. I promise to be at your side at that moment.” You declare, nudging your cheek against his shoulder.
You hear him gup, but,
Slowly
He lays his head on top of yours.
You both remain silent, observing the setting sun disappearing behind Piltover’s buildings, the Swan couple taking off together to disappear, flying through the sky.
You close your eyes, breathing deep, feeling Steb’s warmth sipping through your skin as his musk slowly reaches your nose.
He smells pretty good!
You reopen your eyes in a flash when you feel Steb’s finger on the corner of your mouth. He takes it off immediately, showing you the cream you had smeared over yourself that he just whipped off.
His lips wrap around his thumb to suck on the cream and you observe that action with a strange fascination.
You sigh, placing your head back on his shoulder.
How will you survive this love, you wonder
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“Home sweet home!”
You close and lock the door after Steb with a sigh of relief. You just finished eating your take-outs under Piltover’s starry sky and now you need a good night’s sleep.
You see your closed living room door and sigh deeply again.
Ah yes... You forgot that little detail. Well, that is rock bottom for the both of you, nothin worse can happen now!
You lazily open your coat as you start climbing your stairs with a yawn.
You stop dead in your tracks with a cold realization.
Your room
Is in a fucking mess
You cannot let Steb see all of that!
Steb turns to you in surprise when you start sprinting up to your room.
You barge through your bedroom in a panic, it looks even worse than this morning! You grab the dirty plate and put it in your bathroom sink, you have no better options for now!
What worries you the most are all the bras and panties lying around waiting for laundry day.
You crawl onto your floor in a panic, gathering them into your arms when you hear Steb’s peaceful steps climbing the stairs and approaching your bedroom. You roll them all in a ball and stand up in a hurry in front of it when gentle knocks resonate at the door.
“Don’t enter, it’s a bit of a mess!” You try to sound as relaxed and unbothered as possible, kicking the clothes under your bed.
A silence occurs before you hear him walking away to the bathroom. You scrutinize your room like a robot to locate all the garments you missed and gather them in a hurry when Steb opens your door making you jump and spin towards him.
He holds the dirty dish with a confused expression.
“IIIIIIIIIIIIIIII, huh...” You hide the laced panties you hold behind your back with an innocent expression, “My kitchen sink is broken and I have to do my dishes in the bathroom sink until the repair man arrives.”
He tilts his head, considering the plates before signing with one hand.
“Don’t feel obligated to look at it, Steb, you are my guest!” You object.
He starts signing again but he slows down discovering the mess of books and clothes all over until his gaze stops on a laced bra lazily hanging onto your mirror.
“Ah!”You jump and take it off hurriedly, hiding it behind your back too “Get out please!” You demand with a high-pitched, hurried tone, “I need to put some order back to this room!”
He looks at you, a little gauche and embarrassed, and closes the door behind him.
You growl and throw the two undergarments under your bed.
You crouch and pile up your books, lifting them, and leave your bedroom to enter your small office to tidy everything. You glance at your workstation while you put your books back. You’ll need to give your key to Steb for him to fill forms.
You hear the sound of water in your bathroom and as you go back to your room Steb exits it with his toothbrush in his mouth and a plate now clean.
“I told you you were the guest here.” You grumble;
He shrugs and hands you the plate while brushing his teeth vigorously. You put it back on the table in your bedroom for now and quickly tidy up the room. You search for new male clothes around, but this was the last shirt apparently.
You only find pants.
Steb doesn’t formalize himself and passes them on in the bathroom while you put on your pajamas in your room. It’s not perfect but it’s not shocking you judge observing the state of the bedroom.
You brush your teeth and head to bed. You discover Steb reading the back of the book on your nightstand, bare chest. You gulp as you notice how large his shoulders truly are... You were not really in the headspace to notice all of those details that day under the tent...
And suddenly it downs on you again.
You’re going to sleep in the same bed as your mentor who tried to kiss you. You gulp. It is technically a double bed, it’s just on the smaller side, a bit cramped for two.
Steb raises his head at you with a tight smile, his cheek swales waving lazily like he is... pleased. His eyes are unreadable outside of some softness in the gaze. He show you the book and signs.
“Oh... Yes, it’s a good book.” You nod, “I can lend it to you once I finish it.”
He nods enthusiastically and his fins tremble harder, happy.
You mentally sigh once you are both under the cover, at a respectful and modest distance from each other. Of course.
Steb looks pretty relaxed all things considered. He has been pretty casual with you during this entire day. Clearly he doesn’t trouble himself like you do.
Maybe his former shyness and embarrassment are more the products of shame for having tried to kiss you of all people than some sort of hidden mutual fondness, you come to realize.
Piercing your heart.
You really need to wake up and stop dreaming, you are clearly not on the same page!
He turns his head to you and nods with a tight grin, and you turn off your bedside lamp.
And darkness and silence swarm you.
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Steb grips the cover, digging his nails into the fabric trying to remain calm and composed.
He feels your warmth waving though his sensitive Vastaya skin, mercilessly reminding him that you are next to him
So
So close
To him.
He rubs his face with his hands, sighing to himself.
How did it come to that? How did everything cumulate in this very situation?
He contemplates the ceiling through the darkness, his hand in his hair. Every time he closes his eyes, he feels the ghosts of your gentle hands manipulating his supersensitive fins back in the bathroom, sending his heart into a frenzy.
Those thin undergarments becoming see-through once wet.
This laced bra laying around.
He had to lock himself in the bathroom and splash his face with cold water to remain composed. He had to fight back the visions of you in this laced bra, squeezing and rounding up your... enticing breast.
He gulps, listening to your calm and deep breath.
He can almost hear your heartbeat.
He wishes he could nudge himself in your warm embrace to hear them both better...
Like when you laid your head so casually on his shoulder. He was so surprised and did not know what to do, he thought you were still angry at him until that moment.
But maybe not?
You touched him so causally that he felt emboldened to wipe your lips clean of the cream, but he could not make sense of the gaze you gave him.
He discreetly slides his hand under the cover until he can graze yours and gently
Secretly
Lock your pinkies together.
Feeling his heart pumping harder.
He sighs again, slightly appeased by that secret contact, and closes his eyes to sleep with you.
In your own bed

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I made heart-shaped waffles for a love spell.
These heart-shaped waffles are not only delicious but also symbolize love, making them perfect for your spellwork.
What you'll need to make heart-shaped waffles for a love spell
1 ¾ cups all-purpose flour
2 tablespoons sugar (to sweeten your intentions)
1 tablespoon baking powder
½ teaspoon salt
1 ½ cups milk (for nourishment)
1/3 cup melted butter
2 large eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla extract (to enhance the sweetness)
Fresh strawberries (for love and passion)
Maple syrup (for sweetness)
A heart-shaped piece of butter
Instructions
Preheat your waffle maker according to the manufacturer's instructions.
Gather all your ingredients and tools. Place them in a clean, positive space to create your waffle magic.
In a large bowl, whisk together the flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt. As you mix, focus on the love and positivity you wish to manifest.
In another bowl, beat together the milk, melted butter, eggs, and vanilla extract. Visualize your intentions of love while combining the ingredients.
Pour the wet ingredients into the dry ingredients and stir gently until just combined. Avoid overmixing, as this can make the waffles tough.
Lightly grease the waffle maker with non-stick cooking spray. Pour the batter into the preheated waffle maker, using enough to fill the heart-shaped molds.
Close the lid and cook the waffles according to the manufacturer's instructions, until they're golden brown and crisp.
Carefully remove the waffles and place them on a serving plate. Top with fresh strawberries and maple syrup.
Add a heart-shaped piece of butter for added love energy.
Share the waffles with your lover during a romantic breakfast. Pair them with a warm beverage like coffee or tea, infused with love.
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Mobius Timeline (1st Era)
3232 CE
Antoine = 15
Bunnie = 13
Rotor = 13
Sally = 12
Sonic = 12
Tails = 5
Don’t Cry for me Mobius! - Sonic miniseries #0 (first adventure)
Sonic’s Six* Speed Settings -Sonic #0 (Sonic makes a vlog about his speed)
The Royal Family Tree of Mobius - Sonic #0 (Sally shows Sonic what's left of her family's tree since Robotnik cut it down)
Robotnik’s Badniks! - Sonic #0 (Robotnik make a propaganda video showing off his creations)
Oh No–Robo! No-Mo’ Mobo! - Sonic #0 (Sonic tells his version of Robotnik's takeover of Mobius...he's an unreliable narrator)
Sneaker Peek! - Sonic #0 (Sonic makes a vlog about his shoes)
Run, Sally, Run! - Sonic miniseries #1 (Sally lets herself get captured by Robotnik in order to spy on his bot-maker, only for the boys to rescue her before she can complete her mission)
Silent Running - Sonic #1 (Sonic and Rotor play baseball)
Something Fishy - Sonic #1 (Sonic gets captured by the badnik Jaws and Rotor uses his Bathysphere to go rescue him)
Equal Time -Sonic #1 (Rotor makes a vlog about things that aren't fast)
Ground Rule Double - Sonic #1 (Sonic plays tennis with himself)
Sonic's Baby Photographs - Sonic #1 (Sonic shows his fans his baby pictures)
A Crowning Achievement - Sonic miniseries #2 (Robotnik steals the magic emeralds that give the Crown of Acorns is protective powers and it's up to the FFs to get them back)
Top 10 Reasons why Sonic the Hedgehog is the Coolest Comic Book Around - Sonic #2 (Sonic tries to pitch his own comic)
Fin Fans - Sonic #2 (Sonic makes a vlog about his spines)
Photo Finish - Sonic #2 (the Freedom Fighters take a group photo)
Sonic Flashback! - Sonic miniseries #3 (Sonic gets a bump on the head and dreams that he and Robotnik were kids together on Uncle Chuck's farm)
Why Ask Spy? - Sonic #3 (Sonic disguises himself as a robot to sabotage Robotnik's plans)
Meet Me at the Corner of Hedgehog & Vine! - Sonic the Hedgehog #1 (Robotnik sends his latest badnik Krudzu to destroy the FFs)
You Bet My Life! - StH #1 (Sonic infiltrates Robotnik's casino to get info on his latest badnik Orbinaut)
I'd Like to Thank… - StH #1 (the Sally host an award show to honor the FFs)
Keep Looking Up! - StH #1 (Sonic answers some of his fan mail)
Chili Dog A La Sonic - StH #1 (Sonic makes a cooking vlog to share his favorite chilidog recipe)
Triple Trouble! - StH #2 (Robotnik sends three new badniks to capture sonic, Coconuts, Scratch, and Grounder)
In the Beginning! - StH #2 (Sonic makes a silly vlog about alternate versions of himself)
Vertigo A´ Go-Go! - StH #2 (Sonic falls into the Unknown Zone and meets Horizont-Al and Verti-Cal)
Foiled Again! - StH #2 (the FFs try out a new money making scheme)
Two-Timer! - StH #2 (unable to sit still, Sonic shows off his speed while Sally cooks him a boil egg for breakfast)
All the Mail's about Tails! - StH #2 (Tails gets his own fan mail)
The Bomb Bugs Me! - StH #3 (Rotor disguises himself as Robotnik in order to steal a bomb before Robotnik can use it)
Tails' Fairy Tales! - StH #3 (Tails and Sonic discusses the fable "The Tortoise and The Hare")
Double Speak! - StH #3 (A bored Sonic holds a telephone conversation with himself)
Paper Trail! - StH #3 (Sally gets angry at a gossip article in the newspaper that talks about her dying her hair)
Rabbot Deployment! - StH #3 (Bunnie's first appearance and origin)
Robotnik's Rules! - StH #3 (Robotnik makes propaganda listing his rules)
The Lizard of Odd! - StH #4 (Robotnik makes a giant badnik called Universalamander, who proves too strong to control. First appearance of Super Sonic)
Antoine's Van Refrain! - StH #4 (Antoine helps Sally assemble her new vanity)
Horizont-Al & Verti-Cal - StH #4 (Horizont-Al and Verti-Cal make a broadcast showing off their world and powers)
Badniks Bazaar - StH #4 (Coconuts, Scratch, and Grounder audition for a second shot at capturing Sonic)
Hare Styling - StH #4 (Bunnie opens up a hair salon part time)
Tails' Little Tale - StH #4 (Tails tries to prove himself a hero by taking on Robotnik by himself)
Olympic Trials and Errors - StH #5 (Robotnik challenges the FFs to Olympic style games. If they win he turns himself in, and if they lose he gets to robotize them. Sonic agrees not realizing that Robotnik has switched his sneakers causing him to lose his super speed)
Sonic's Ten Second Workout - StH #5 (Sonic makes a vlog showing off his usual workout routine)
Chomp on This, Chump! - StH #5 (Robotnik sends a robotic termite to the Great Forest to eat the FFs out of house and home)
Fast Food! - StH #5 (Sonic mistakes a bowl of wax fruit for his dinner)
The Spin Doctor! - StH #6 (adaptation of Sonic Spinball, first appearance of Hip and Hop)
Here Comes the Bribe! - StH #6 (Sonic gets a fan letter praising Antoine... that Antoine had paid the person to write)
Sonic's Christmas Carol! - StH #6 (Sonic has a dream where he, Robotnik, Snively, and the rest if the FFs are characters in A Christmas Carol... apparently Christmas is still celebrated on Mobius)
Uncle Chuck's Treasure! - StH #7 (Sonic finds a treasure map left by his uncle. Believing it might be the location of an important invention both the FFs and Robotnik race to the X that marks the spot)
The Shadow Nose! - StH #7 (Sonic practices shadow boxing)
Details Are Sketchy! - StH #7 (a badnik tries to describe who attacked him to Robotnik who is trying to draw the suspect based off the description)
Sorceress in Distress - StH #7 (on the Mobius's version of Halloween, called Fright Night [which takes place after Christmas apparently] Sally dresses as a witch, only for Robotnik to mistakenly believe her to be a real witch and offer that they team up together to take over Mobius)
Princess Cruises - StH #7 (Antoine tries to convince Sally to invest in a royal navy by naming a small boat after her)
Bot's All Folks! - StH #8 (Robotnik builds super powered robots inspired by comic books)
A Little Sonic Goes a Long Way - StH #8 (Robotnik builds a shrink ray)
Pseudo-Sonic! - StH #9 (Robotnik builds a robot duplicate of Sonic)
Tooth or Consequences! - StH #9 (Robotnik builds a dentist robot, and thinks even it is too cruel a monster to let loose on the world)
Quick Sketch - StH #9 (Sonic makes a vlog on how to draw himself)
What's the Point? - StH #9 (It's Sally birthday and Sonic tries to give her a pet Mobian Needle Bird as a gift. Only for the animal to prove more trouble than its worth)
Revenge of the Nerbs! - StH #10 (meet the Nerbs)
Twan With the Wind - StH #10 (Antoine builds a hot air balloon)
The Good, the Bad, and the Hedgehog! - StH #11 (Sonic gets lost on the Cosmic Interstate and winds up in Anti-Mobius where he meets his evil twin)
Beat The Clock - StH #11 (Coconuts has captured the FFs are using them as bait to lure Sonic into a trap)
Food for Thought or You Are What You Eat! - StH #11 (It's Sonic's birthday and he has a weird dream after eating too much)
3233 CE
Antoine = 16
Bunnie = 14
Rotor = 14
Sally = 13
Sonic = 13
Tails = 6
A Timely Arrival - StH #12 (Robotnik builds a time machine that sends Sonic back to the prehistoric era)
Bold-Headed Eagle - StH #12 (Sonic tries to help a depressed Cyril the Eagle to fly again before Robotnik captures them both)
This Island Hedgehog - Sth #13 (Meet Knuckles! A Sonic 3 adaptation)
Space in yo' Face! - StH #13 (Robotnik builds an orbital robotizer and so the FFs steal it, but Robotnik is hot on their tails)
Tails' Taste of Power - StH #14 (Tails gains super intelligence by eating a fruit from the tree of wisdom, but then proceeds to bite off more than he can chew when gets a swelled head over it)
Do-It-Yourself-Sonic - StH #14 (Sonic and Tails attempt to make a comic about their misadventures while fishing)
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun! - StH #14 (When Robotnik tries to capture Sally and Bunnie he finds out just how tough women can be)
Ghost Busted - Sonic Super Special #8 (Sonic, Tails, and Antoine go on a camping trip and try to scare each other with ghost stories)
Rockin' the 'Bot! - StH #15 (Sonic saves a magical frog that gives him three power stones... only trouble is Sonic can't remember which stone grants which power)
What's the Big Idea? - StH #15 (The Freedom Fighters all try to guess what Rotor's newest invention will be)
Animal Magnetism - StH #15 (Robotnik tries to use a giant magnet to capture Bunnie)
Sonic Under Glass! - StH #16 (Robotnik traps the FFs in a virtual reality that grants their every wish)
The Man from H.E.D.G.E.H.O.G. - StH #16 (Upset that the FFs keep spoiling his plans, Robotnik decides to use a randomized wheel to decide his moves in the hopes that no one will be able to predict what he's up to. First Appearance of Harvey Who)
Gorilla Warfare/The Apes of Wrath - StH #17 (Robotnik travels to Skoal Island and finds one of his original bots: King Gong, a giant, 800 ton gorilla! He then sends the big ape to Mobotropolis to attack Sonic and the Freedom Fighters! But it seems that King Gong's interests lay instead with Sally…)
Wedding Bell Blues - StH #18 (Sonic and Sally are getting married! And Robotnik is here to crash the wedding, but not everything is as it seems...)
Princess Sally's Crusade - StH 17 & 18, & Sonic Special #1: In Your Face (When Sally's beloved teacher dies, she goes on a quest to find herself again. First Appearance of Nicole)
The Mirror Zone - SS #1 (Sonic and Tails get trapped in a zone where everything is backwards)
Tails' Tallest Tale - SS #1 (Tails is invited to a convention to give a speech. He brags about his exploits to the audience until the real Robotnik shows up and Tails has to fight him alone)
Everything Old is Newt Again - Sonic the Hedgehog Archives #5 (Universalamander returns!)
Night of 1,000 Sonics - StH #19 (All of the Sonics across the multiverse have to team up to stop Robo-Robotnik from conquering all universes)
That's the Spirit - StH #20 (Everyone believes that Sonic has died in an explosion inside Robotnik's lab, including Sonic himself!)
The Three Phases of E.V.E. - StH #21 (Robotnik builds an unbeatable robot that can think for itself and evolve)
The Return - StH #22 (Believing Robotnik to be dead, Snively accidentally sets off the self destruct protocols which orders all of his robots to rampage till nothing is left of Mobius... and the only person who can stop the end of the world is... Robotnik back from the dead)
Tails' Knighttime Story! - StH #22 (In an attempt to get Tails to sleep, Sally tells Tails the story of Sir Runalot and Mortail to convince Tails that Sonic’s life is filled with danger and hard work, not fun and excitement.)
Ivo Robotnik, Freedom Fighter! - StH #23 (When the FFs and Robotnik get kidnapped by an alien scientist, they have to team up together to get back home)
The Vol-Ant-Teer - StH #23 (Tails has left a power ring in Robotropolis without Sonic knowing. Antoine being the showoff he is decides to retrieve it, but Bunnie comes along to help. First Kiss)
Deadliest of the Species - StH 20 & Sally Miniseries: 1-3 (Sally is training new recruits when she meets master spy Geoffrey St. John and together they uncover Robotnik's plot to replace her with a robot duplicate)
When Hedgehogs Collide - StH 24 (Anti-Sonic and the Suppression Squad crossover into Mobius and pretend to be the real FFs in an effort to undermine they're good counterparts reputations)
Go Ahead... Mecha My Day - StH 25 Robotnik builds his deadliest creation yet, Metal Sonic! And he kidnaps Sonic's pen pal, Amy Rose, to use as bait to lure him into a trap)
#sonic the hedgehog#archie sonic#sally acorn#miles tails prower#antoine d'coolette#bunnie rabbot#rotor walrus#reference#timeline
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ok you asked for these in an ask. Id say reblog the post before answering so that people know what the questions are. But here i go
any character you feel like applies: 32, 43, 11
ffm: 38 for techno, 15 for 312, 9 for ari, 15 for viktor, 1 for 925... and... 16 for cindy
The four welsh lads: 21. And 39. All of em.
factory: 40 for the demolition crew guy. 33 for any of em.
ghosts: 30 for... any of them honestly.
And finally... theres a bit at the bottom for questions for the oc makers themselves... C and J for any of your ffm fellas.
hope thats not too much to chew on
32: Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? (Aehms and Smith)
Aehms would always be ready to launch into a tangent about the labs to anyone who happened to cross his path. Customers at a cafe, passengers in buses, even pedestrians who happened to bump into him on the street... Everyone, really. Alternatively, Smith loves to tell stories about growing up and living on the apple farm, and he even has a cache of apple-related jokes to those who care for that. (kinda half-brained this one tbh)
43: If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so? (Jose)
If you asked Jose what his sexuality was, he'd tell you he's straight, but he certainly wouldn't give that answer to you straight. There would be like 3 separate tangents he'd go on to explain it, and one of them would probably involve him subconsciously promoting some kind of personal grooming product. That fabulous stache factors into a lot of aspects of his life
11: How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)? (Benson)
Benson would, as he does, immediately tie the confusion he's having to some kind of paranormal activity. He'd then become hyper-focused on finding an explanation that confirms this, and most of the time be let down once the clouds of confusion are lifted
38: What memory do they revisit the most often? (Techno)
For Techno, that would be the time he was recorded having the playful "fight" that was recorded by a bystander and spiraled into the false rivalry that's essentially consumed his career. Considering how much this changed the direction of his life, he revisits this one a whole heck of a lot.
15: How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first? (312)
312 has a natural talent for being casual with his speech, with his whole carefree attitude and all, but he buckles down when something gets him in a serious mood. That doesn't happen all too often, though
9: Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word? (Ari)
The incident that sparked his passion for thrill seeking: In his grade school years, he once stumbled just before a set of stairs, jumped down the whole flight of them accidentally, and landed on his two feet perfectly by happenstance. "Damn!"
As for regular swearing, you don't see Ari do much of it unless he's having a really fun time
15: How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first? (Viktor)
As impulsive and loud as he is, Viktor doesn't really have much of a "filter". That being said, the fact that he's a good soul at heart means that he doesn't often stumble into trouble because of it... But there are times when miscommunications and slip-ups put him in Situations.
1: What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do? (925)
(I gotta try and be more vague about comic spoilers now that I'm porting it all over here to Tumblr, if I haven't already done enough damage as it is) Due to the way that he now is, he has a much higher tolerance for staying still doing nothing than he did before. Soaking up the sun has become a much more fulfilling activity, both physically and mentally
16: What makes their stomach turn? (Cindy)
You know when you go to the breakfast room at a hotel and the scrambled eggs are all dry, the bread's a little stale, the fruit feels noticeably old & they don't have any of the good kinds of cereal? Instant one star review. Shame upon thine entire franchise
21: Why do they get up in the morning? (Welshmen)
I thought this said HOW they get up in the morning at first so I was trying to formulate their entire get-up routine, but now that I see the question again... I think their reasons are all generally the same. To carry on living the lives they believe they ought to live, no matter what the universe keeps throwing at them
39: How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people?
With what they tend to go through, they've got to keep their guards up more than the average person usually would. So any suspicious behavior and they kinda just book it (Clyde especially has to deal with a lot of weirdies, for lack of a better term)
40: How sensitive are they to their own flaws? (Demo Crew Manager)
He doesn't like to speak much, and when he does talk with people, it usually goes south. Negative friendship Sims icon type interactions. So he's kind of sensitive about how he approaches people and what he gets from conversations
33: Could they be considered lazy?
In the context of the situation they get thrust in, they're fighting for their fucking lives (whether they fail or succeed depends on the choices you make as a player!) But in their day-to-day lives they're all pretty average
30: Who do they most regret meeting? (Emile)
I think Emile kind of regrets meeting everyone except for the close friend group she ends up becoming a ghost with. I know she regrets meeting that one cop who stuck her in his car just before the "wrecking ball woopsy-daisy"
C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story?
Honestly I kind of never really knew what to do with Owen. He's kind of not really much of a character on his own, more of a prop to others than anything else... A static character, as they say. Ah well, some people just take the backseat when you've got an ensemble cast
J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?
I've tried my absolute best to stay within the confines of the Flipverse when making my comic, even avoiding words like "Earth" and "God" because the planet they live on might be called something else & religion in the flipverse might not be like ours. That being said, I like to think there are certain constants that exist between both worlds. Really specific miscellaneous things, like the existence of Frank Sinatra and The Office
This was a fun little exercise! I know I took a fuckton of time to answer it, but I honestly wouldn't mind doing another one of these some other time. You'll probably wanna use a different list though, because now I'm closing the tab that had all the questions on it
#I think I struggled with the ''anyone who applies'' asks the most#I got a huge list of characters that makes it tough to settle on any specifics#long post
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How to Cope When Your Kitchen Is Being Renovated?
A kitchen renovation is exciting—it’s the promise of a fresh, stylish space where you can cook, entertain, and enjoy daily life. But let’s be real: the process can feel like organized chaos. Suddenly, your go-to spot for morning coffee is filled with power tools, your fridge is in the living room, and takeout containers are piling up.
So, how do you survive while your kitchen gets a facelift? Whether you're working with Waldron Construction in Antioch, Illinois, or another top-tier remodeler, these tips will help you stay sane and functional until you get your dream kitchen back.
1. Set Up a Temporary Kitchen
Unless you plan to live off microwave meals and restaurant food for weeks, you’ll need a makeshift kitchen. The good news? You don’t need much space—just a little creativity.
Here’s how to make it work:
Find a spot with power outlets and a water source – A laundry room, basement, or even a garage can work. If all else fails, a simple table near an outlet will do.
Keep essential appliances handy – A microwave, coffee maker, toaster oven, and air fryer can cover most meals.
Use a portable cooktop – A single-burner induction cooktop or hot plate will save you from microwave overload.
Stock up on disposable plates and utensils – Less washing means less stress.
Get a mini fridge – If your main fridge is out of commission, a small one will keep milk, eggs, and leftovers fresh.
It won’t be glamorous, but it’ll get you through.
2. Plan Your Meals Smartly
Eating out every day is tempting—but it’s expensive and not always the healthiest option. Instead, prep meals that are easy to make with minimal tools.
Meal ideas that work in a makeshift kitchen:
Slow-cooker or Instant Pot meals – Toss in ingredients in the morning, and dinner is ready by evening.
Pre-cooked rotisserie chicken – Shred it for salads, wraps, or tacos.
Salads and sandwiches – No cooking needed.
Overnight oats or yogurt parfaits – Quick breakfast with zero effort.
One-pan meals in a toaster oven – Roasted veggies, chicken, or even personal pizzas.
Think simple, minimal cleanup, and you’ll survive without missing your full kitchen too much.
3. Protect the Rest of Your Home
Kitchen renovations don’t just stay in the kitchen. Dust finds its way into places you didn’t even think possible—like inside closed cabinets.
To keep the mess under control:
Close doors to nearby rooms – It won’t stop all the dust, but it helps.
Cover furniture and vents – Dust can sneak into your HVAC system, spreading throughout the house.
Lay down floor coverings – Protect wood or carpet from scratches, paint drips, and dirt.
Use an air purifier – It won’t eliminate all dust, but it’ll cut down on what lingers in the air.
No matter how careful your contractor is, renovations are messy. A little prep now means less cleanup later.
4. Plan for Noise
If you work from home or just enjoy a quiet space, prepare for constant hammering, drilling, and sawing. Even the most skilled kitchen and bath remodelers can’t make construction silent.
How to deal with the noise:
Schedule work calls and quiet tasks early or late – Before the crew starts or after they wrap up.
Invest in noise-canceling headphones – A lifesaver if you need to focus.
Spend time out of the house – Coffee shops, libraries, or even a walk in the park can be a break from the chaos.
Talk to your contractor about the schedule – If you know when the loudest work will happen, you can plan around it.
You might not escape all the noise, but at least you can prepare for it.
5. Expect Delays
Even with the best home remodel architect, things don’t always go as planned. Maybe a shipment of white shaker cabinets gets delayed. Maybe unexpected plumbing issues pop up. Either way, a two-week project can easily stretch into a month.
How to handle it:
Pad your timeline – Assume it’ll take longer than planned.
Have a backup plan – If your kitchen is out of commission longer than expected, extend your temporary setup.
Stay flexible – The less you stress over delays, the smoother the process will feel.
Remember, your kitchen will get done—it just might take a little longer than expected.
6. Keep Your End Goal in Mind
Your house might feel like a construction site, and you’re sick of eating off paper plates. But soon, you’ll have a brand-new kitchen—maybe with custom Amish cabinetry, specialty flooring, or sleek Pella windows.
When frustration creeps in, remind yourself why you started. Your dream kitchen is on the way.
Need Kitchen Remodeling in Antioch, IL?
If you're looking for top-notch kitchen and bath remodelers in Lake County, IL, Waldron Construction has you covered. From kitchen remodeling to custom millwork, they’ll handle everything—so you can focus on designing a space you’ll love.
Call Waldron Construction at (224) 788-9173 to start planning your renovation today!
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10 Quick Recipes You Can Make with a Sandwich Maker
A Sandwich Maker is a handy tool in Indian kitchens. It’s not just for basic sandwiches—it can make many tasty meals quickly. Here are 10 easy recipes you can try at home. They are fun, delicious, and perfect for breakfast, a snack, or dinner.

1. Veggie & Cheese Quesadilla
Fill tortilla or roti with beans, mixed vegetables, and cheese. Toast in your Sandwich Maker for 3–4 minutes until the cheese melts. It’s quick and filling.
2. Breakfast Toastie
Add cheese, paneer or boiled egg, spinach, and a light spread on bread. Press in your Sandwich Maker for a warm, protein-packed breakfast.
3. Lavash Wraps
Spread cheese and shredded veggies on a lavash or tortilla. Press it in the Sandwich Maker for under 10 minutes. A great lunchbox idea.
4. Italian-Style Toastie
Use bread with tomato slices, cheese, herbs, and a dash of olive oil. Toast until the bread is crisp and cheese melts. Tastes great with ketchup.
5. Chicken Chow Mein Toastie
Use leftover noodles with sauce, veggies, and shredded chicken. Press for 5 minutes in the Sandwich Maker and enjoy a fun twist.
6. Paneer Tikka Sandwich
Mix paneer cubes with curd, red chilli, and spices. Let it marinate for 10 minutes. Stuff between slices of bread and grill in the Sandwich Maker. The inside is soft and spicy, while the outside is crispy.
7. Chocolate Chip Waffles
Mix waffle batter with chocolate chips and pour into the Sandwich Maker (if it has a flat or waffle plate). Cook until golden. Perfect dessert or sweet snack.
8. Cheese Roll-Ups
Roll cheese in a soft roti or tortilla. Grill briefly—this is an easy and fun snack, especially for kids.
9. Ham, Pineapple & Cheese Sandwich
Layer bread or bun with paneer/ham, pineapple pieces, and cheese. Toast till the cheese melts and enjoy a sweet and salty mix.
10. Bacon and Egg Muffins
Place half of an English muffin in the press, add egg, cheese, and bacon (or paneer). Press for 5 minutes. Makes a perfect breakfast.
Why Use a Sandwich Maker?
A Sandwich Maker is fast and simple to use. You just plug it in, preheat, and press your sandwich. No extra pans or oil needed. It’s perfect for busy mornings.
These are some of the Best sandwich makers ideas:
Use whole wheat bread for fiber.
Layer ingredients to avoid mess.
Don’t overstuff the sandwich—it helps close the maker properly.
Clean the plates after cooling with a damp cloth.
A Sandwich Maker is also safe and easy to clean. Most models have non-stick plates—no scraping needed. And they are very quick to warm up, which cuts your cooking time.
Extra Uses of a Sandwich Maker
A press is more than a sandwich tool. You can make:
Grilled bacon, paneer, zucchini, and other veggies.
Quick pancakes—pour batter and cook for a few minutes.
Eggs or omelettes—crack eggs and press gently halfway through.
Thin chicken or steak slices—season, press, and eat!
Tips for Best Results
Preheat well before adding food.
Spray or apply oil lightly for extra crispness.
Monitor cooking—time varies by model.
Let it cool slightly before cleaning.
Wipe plates after each use to avoid buildup.
Final Thoughts
A Sandwich Maker can help you make many quick and tasty meals with just one appliance. Whether you want the best sandwich makers, or a multipurpose tool, these 10 recipes are easy to customize. Try these recipes, have fun, and enjoy delicious food in minutes!
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For a quick and easy breakfast on a busy morning, try these Cinnamon Sugar Waffles. They taste sweet and cinnamony and are fluffy on the inside. Everyone will love them.
Ingredients: 1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour. 2 tablespoons sugar. 1 tablespoon baking powder. 1/2 teaspoon salt. 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon. 1 1/4 cups milk. 1/3 cup vegetable oil. 1 egg. 1 teaspoon vanilla extract. For the cinnamon sugar topping:. 1/4 cup granulated sugar. 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon.
Instructions: Follow the directions that came with your waffle iron to get it hot. Whisk the flour, sugar, baking powder, salt, and cinnamon together in a large bowl. Separate the egg into a different bowl. Add the milk, vegetable oil, and vanilla extract. Beat the egg well. Combine well. Add the wet ingredients to the dry ones and mix them together just until they are mixed. Make sure not to mix it too much; a few lumps are fine. Follow the maker's directions and pour the batter onto a waffle iron that has already been heated. Cook until the waffles are golden brown and crisp. In a small bowl, mix the granulated sugar and ground cinnamon for the topping while the waffles are cooking. When the waffles are done, take them out of the waffle iron and sprinkle the cinnamon sugar mix on top of each one right away. Hot syrup, whipped cream, or fresh berries are some of the things you can put on top of the cinnamon sugar waffles.
Prep Time: 10 minutes
Cook Time: 15 minutes
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Enjoy the great taste of Hungry Shots' Brussels waffles. The outside of these waffles is crunchy, and the inside is soft. They're great for breakfast or brunch.
Ingredients: 2 cups all-purpose flour. 2 tablespoons granulated sugar. 1 tablespoon baking powder. 1/2 teaspoon salt. 2 large eggs. 1 3/4 cups milk. 1/2 cup unsalted butter, melted. 1 teaspoon vanilla extract.
Instructions: Preheat your Brussels waffle maker according to the manufacturer's instructions. In a large mixing bowl, whisk together the all-purpose flour, granulated sugar, baking powder, and salt. In another bowl, beat the eggs and then stir in the milk, melted unsalted butter, and vanilla extract. Pour the wet ingredients into the dry ingredients and stir until just combined. Be careful not to overmix; a few lumps are okay. Lightly grease the waffle maker with a small amount of butter or cooking spray. Pour an appropriate amount of waffle batter onto the preheated waffle maker, following the manufacturer's instructions for your waffle maker's size and capacity. Close the waffle maker and cook until the waffles are golden brown and crisp. This usually takes about 4-5 minutes, but the time may vary depending on your waffle maker. Carefully remove the Brussels waffles from the waffle maker and serve hot with your favorite toppings, such as fresh fruit, whipped cream, or maple syrup.
Prep Time: 15 minutes
Cook Time: 20 minutes
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With this simple recipe, you can make a classic waffle for breakfast. They are crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside, so they are great for a treat on the weekend.
Ingredients: 1 3/4 cups all-purpose flour. 2 tablespoons sugar. 1 tablespoon baking powder. 1/2 teaspoon salt. 2 large eggs. 1 3/4 cups milk. 1/2 cup unsalted butter, melted. 1 teaspoon vanilla extract.
Instructions: Follow the directions that came with your waffle iron to get it hot. Whisk the flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt together in a large bowl. Put the eggs in a different bowl and beat them. Then add the milk, melted butter, and vanilla extract. Combine well. Add the wet ingredients to the dry ones and mix them together just until they are mixed. It's okay if there are some lumps; don't mix it too much. Spray nonstick cooking spray or melt a little butter and use it to grease the waffle iron. Using the amount suggested for your waffle maker, pour the waffle batter onto the waffle iron that has already been heated. After putting the waffles in, close the iron and cook them until they are golden brown and crisp. With care, take the waffles out of the iron and serve them hot with your favorite toppings, like whipped cream, maple syrup, or fresh fruit.
Prep Time: 10 minutes
Cook Time: 5 minutes
Amphitheatre Primary School
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Indulge in the delightful combination of fluffy waffles, chocolate chips, and fresh berries with this waffle cake recipe. It's perfect for a special breakfast treat or a sweet dessert. Ingredients: 2 cups all-purpose flour. 2 tablespoons granulated sugar. 2 teaspoons baking powder. 1/2 teaspoon salt. 2 large eggs. 1 3/4 cups milk. 1/2 cup unsalted butter, melted. 1 teaspoon vanilla extract. 1/2 cup chocolate chips optional. 1/2 cup fresh berries optional. Whipped cream and maple syrup for serving. Instructions: Put the all-purpose flour, granulated sugar, baking powder, and salt in a large bowl and mix them together. Put the eggs in a different bowl and beat them. Then add the milk, melted butter, and vanilla extract. Combine well. Add the wet ingredients to the dry ones and mix them together just until they are mixed. Make sure not to mix it too much; a few lumps are fine. You can add chocolate chips and fresh berries to the batter if you want to. Follow the directions on the package to heat up your waffle iron, and then lightly grease it with butter or nonstick cooking spray. Using the amount suggested for your waffle maker, pour the waffle batter onto the waffle iron that has already been heated. Put the lid back on and cook the waffles until they are crispy and golden brown. Carefully take the waffles out of the iron and set them on a plate to serve. Put some whipped cream and maple syrup on top of your waffle cake in the serving dish. Have fun with your tasty waffle cake! Prep Time: 15 minutes Cook Time: 15 minutes
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The flavors of sweet cherries and nutty almonds come together in these delicious Cherry Almond Mini Donuts. These are great as a sweet snack or for breakfast.
Ingredients: 1 cup all-purpose flour. 1/4 cup granulated sugar. 1/4 cup milk. 1/4 cup plain yogurt. 1 egg. 2 tablespoons melted butter. 1/2 teaspoon almond extract. 1/2 teaspoon baking powder. 1/4 teaspoon salt. 1/2 cup chopped cherries. 1/4 cup sliced almonds.
Instructions: Preheat your mini donut maker according to the manufacturer's instructions. In a mixing bowl, whisk together the flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt. In another bowl, whisk together the milk, yogurt, egg, melted butter, and almond extract. Pour the wet ingredients into the dry ingredients and mix until just combined. Gently fold in the chopped cherries and sliced almonds. Grease the donut molds of your mini donut maker. Fill each mold with the batter, being careful not to overfill. Close the lid and cook for 3-4 minutes or until the donuts are golden brown and cooked through. Carefully remove the donuts from the maker and let them cool on a wire rack. Serve the Cherry Almond Mini Donuts once they have cooled slightly. Enjoy!
Prep Time: 15 minutes
Cook Time: 10 minutes
Baby Gifts
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Indulge in the delightful taste and texture of homemade Belgian waffles that are crispy on the outside and wonderfully moist on the inside. These waffles are perfect for a leisurely breakfast or brunch with family and friends.
Ingredients: 2 cups all-purpose flour. 2 tablespoons sugar. 1 tablespoon baking powder. 1/2 teaspoon salt. 2 large eggs. 1 3/4 cups milk. 1/2 cup unsalted butter, melted. 1 teaspoon vanilla extract.
Instructions: Put the flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt in a large bowl and mix them together. Put the eggs in a different bowl and beat them. Then add the milk, melted butter, and vanilla extract. Combine well. Add the wet ingredients to the dry ones and mix them together just until they are mixed. Make sure not to mix it too much; a few lumps are fine. Follow the directions that came with your Belgian waffle maker to heat it up. Use cooking spray or more melted butter to lightly grease the waffle iron. Pour the right amount of batter onto the waffle iron that has been heated up. The exact amount will depend on your waffle maker. It should take about 3 to 5 minutes of cooking with the lid on for the waffles to get golden brown and crisp on the outside and still soft on the inside. Carefully take the waffle out of the pan and do it again with the rest of the batter. You can top the warm Belgian waffles you made yourself with maple syrup, fresh berries, whipped cream, or powdered sugar. Enjoy your tasty Belgian waffles that are crispy on the outside and soft on the inside!
Prep Time: 15 minutes
Cook Time: 20 minutes
Tracey Moyer
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