#and i just scooped it out the pan and put it in the oven

[extremely-lost-girl]

Recent observations have shown bakers are a spectrum between

'EVERY THING MUST BE EXACTLY ACORDING TO THE RECIPE'

And

So if I mix these ingredients together it might turn out like a cake or a wierd omelette either way I'm going to mess with it until it looks edible.

The between being following the recipe with a degree of flexibility

[uncle-fruity]

Tragedy: local man tries to turn out banana nut bread onto wire rack only to discover that the middle is still raw and has fallen out. When asked for a comment, the man claimed that the toothpick came out totally clean and that this disaster was a total surprise.

[geoffrey]

pork chops and lots of sides tonight. i am trying brussel sprouts for the FIRST TIME!! I made them with lime juice, salt, pepper, minced garlic, and onion powder and roasted them in the oven at 450 for 25mins. paused to try them between that sentence and this and!! THEY ARE AMAZING!!

[xoxochb]

“wait!”

you pause in your movements, awaiting percy’s next words.

he holds up his index finger and walks to the pantry cabinet. you sigh and drop the mixing spoon against the side of the bowl so you can keep your infant from falling off the counter until percy returns.

you smile at her. not any older than seven months old. you tap her nose lightly and watch as she begins to giggle and kick her tiny feet excitedly. you cup her small face and kiss her forehead gently.

soon enough, percy returns with a bottle of blue food dye, tossing it in the air and catching it with one hand as he takes your spot in front of the baby.

“most vital ingredient.”

you sigh and take the bottle, dropping in his recommended amount into the cookie batter before you begin to stir it again. this time it begins to turn blue not to anyone’s surprise.

there had not been one food made in this house that wasn’t blue at this point— anything that possibly could be colored was. you didn’t argue with it, over years and years and years of knowing percy you had gotten used to it.

and by now, you’d be upset not to see something blue.

you finish stirring the dye into the batter, dropping the spoon against and twirling your wrist to remove the aches.

with one hand around the baby, percy uses his opposite to kiss your wrist.

“I need a baking pan now. please.”

“yes ma’am.”

percy places a kiss to his daughter’s head before retrieving the next item. this time, you scoop the child into your arms. she smiles and begins to pat your face with her tiny hands. you attempt to kiss each of them but she’s swift with her movements.

when percy arrives back, he brushes a hand over the small of your back before moving you to the side with two hands on your hips. you lean your back against the counter and watch as he begins rolling the dough into spheres.

the baby does not like seeing her father preoccupied. she begins to whine in your arms and reach out for him.

“ha! she likes me more. see?”

you scowl and slap his head. “focus on rolling the cookies.”

he smiles, nods, and does as instructed. “anything for my sweet wife.”

you don’t stop the smile forming on your own lips. you roll your eyes and turn your gaze back to the infant in your arms. she had grown content, resting her head on your shoulder. you rub her back in an attempt to soothe her to sleep.

“how many are you making?”

percy shrugs. “I’m winging it.”

you were not surprised. “okay…”

it’s silent for a moment.

“do I have to use… all of this?”

“you’re not eating the batter, perseus.”

“aw.” he continues rolling the dough until the pan is filled. you’re unsure that they’ll all cook properly as they’re so close. but you hope for the best.

as percy sees your arms full of a half-sleeping baby, he puts the cookies in the oven himself. though the mess you would clean later.

slowly, he makes his way back to you. “do you want me to take her?”

you shake your head. “wait until she’s asleep.”

he nods and places a kiss to your forehead. “sit with me at least.”

you’d never pass up on that. carefully, you enter the living room and sit down on the oh-so comfortable couch. percy sits beside you, arm going over the back of the couch behind you.

the baby falls asleep soon after sitting. you know because you’re able to feel the puddle of drool seeping through your shirt.

you turn your head and wipe her chin with your index. “she drools just like you.”

“she doesn’t have any teeth.”

you shrug. “still drooling.”

and still drooling once all her teeth come in. suppose you’d won that argument easily.

༯ “to you, I can’t admit, that I’m just to soft for all of it” - sweet nothing, taylor swift, midnights.

[luveline]

as a kid i was so scared of my parents splitting up, what if roan learns someone in her class’ parents are divorcing and it sends her spiralling thinking she’d never see reader again?

thank you jade 💛

thank you for requesting lovely ♡ eddie and roan (almost) stepmom!reader, 2k

"Yeah, I got the expensive kind," you're saying, phone sandwiched between your ear and your shoulder, a knife held loosely in your hand. "I don't wanna make it wrong." 

Roan can vaguely hear the rumble of her Uncle's voice on the other side giving reassurances. 

You scrape the blade of the knife against the cutting board. "I know. I know, Wayne, I swear, just… I hardly ever make him dinner and this is our last anniversary before we get married, and– I know. Sorry, that's– I know, you don't mind, it's just–" 

Roan attaches herself to your hip like an octopus, looking up at you as you look down. You smile at her, putting your knife flat to stroke her hair. 

"She's right here," you say, "she's helping me… okay. Thanks, Wayne, you're the best. See you tomorrow. Alright, I will. Bye." 

You put your hand behind Roan's shoulder and walk her with you to the phone. As soon as you've hung it back on the hook, you scoop her up to hold against your chest, even if she's getting longer and longer every day. "Hey, babe. Uncle Wayne says he loves you and he missed you today. He wants to make you dinner tomorrow, so we'll find your nice blue dress tonight and put it in the wash." 

Roan flops her face against your neck. "I love him too." 

"He knows." You press your cheek to hers briefly. "Okay, you wanna sit on the top with me and I'll finish making today's dinner?" 

Roan's happy to sit on the counter and swing her legs as you finish making the pot pie. It's one of Eddie's favourites because his mom used to make it a couple of times a month, and so it's one of Roan's favourites, her lips quirked with excitement as you chop onions, carrots and celery into small pieces for the frying pan. 

"I love the carrots," she says. 

"Yeah?" You uncap the cooking oil to pour a generous splash into the pan. "Want me to put extra in? I don't mind." 

Roan nods enthusiastically. "Yes!" 

She's happy watching you cook at first, but she gets quieter as you finish up. By the time the pie is in the oven she's picking at her little nails, shards of polish in her lap like powdered sugar. 

"You okay?" you ask, wiping your hands clean. She shrugs. You shrug back. "What's that mean?" 

"I'm thinking." 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah." Roan pokes her toes into your thigh. 

"Well, daddy's home soon, but you know you can tell me." 

"Mm," she hums, holding out her hand. You don't take it, folding her into your arms for a hug instead. 

It would usually make her feel better, but Roan feels ten times worse as you soften your tone to a less cheerful murmur, "Got another tummy ache?" 

"Not that." 

"What is it?" you ask. 

She hides her face in your shoulder, pert nose to your soft shirt. 

"You don't have to tell me," you whisper. "Sorry. I'm not trying to pressure you, I promise, I just love you." You turn saccharine again, patting her back as you dote excitedly into the top of her head. "Love you love you love you!" You punctuate with a kiss, and Roan starts crying. 

—

Eddie's startled but not too worried to get home to the sound of Roan crying. She certainly cries less and less now that she's getting older, but children cry so often that he doesn't think it's worth panicking over. 

He can hear you already on the case as he peels out of his sweaty coat and boots. "That's not going to happen," you comfort, voice bouncing off of kitchen tile, the hum of the oven like a baseboard. "It's hard to believe me, but it won't. Me and daddy are super happy." 

His eyebrows rise of their own accord. "Hello?" he asks, moving down the hallway and into your bright kitchen. 

Roan sits in the shadow of a corner cabinet, hunched over her knees with her face held up by defeated hands, tears wetting her rosy cheeks. You stand in front of her with your hand on shoulder, bent to her eye-level, glancing sideways at him momentarily before you say, "Look, dad's home. He's gonna say the exact same thing as me, I swear. Should we ask him?" 

Eddie takes the mantle by your side, quick to rub the tears from Roan's cheek with his pinky. His hands aren't clean enough for anything more. "What's wrong?" he asks. 

"Nothing," Roan says, her voice strangled by a big sob. 

"Babe!" Eddie laughs, half-hearted. "I can see something's super wrong. I might be a dumb boy, but I know when my girl's upset, don't I?" 

"You're not a dumb boy," Roan says. 

"Oh. Thank you, Ro." 

"You're a dumb man." 

"Very funny." He combs unruly coils of dark hair behind her ear, finger following down the curve to her shoulder. "Quick, tell me what's wrong. Just tell me. Rip it off like a bandaid." 

"It's silly," Roan murmurs. 

"Says who?" 

"Says me." 

"Oh," Eddie says, giving you a look to make sure it's alright before he monopolises her attention. You raise your hands with a small smile, as if to say, Please. "Come here, me. I'm gonna have to squeeze this out of you, huh?"

He leans back, shifting her weight against his hip, arm stretched over the breadth of her back. He's not smug, but it does bring a satisfaction to see how swiftly she calms down once he's holding her. It's a familiar picture, Eddie with his lips to her forehead, a crease between his brow just like Uncle Wayne's as he rubs her back, and Roan, a mirror image of her father, palpable relief in her hands as they tangle in his hair. Less familiar but getting there is you at their side, your cheek on Eddie's shoulder and your hand on his elbow.

"What's it gonna take to let me in on the secret?" he asks. He's making a spoiled child accidentally, always bribing and bartering for good behaviour. 

"Nothing…" Her mumbling tickles his cheek as she shifts around. "I'm worry‐ing," —her voice skips over the word, like a hiccup— "about something because of Stacy." 

"Oh yeah? What did Stacy do?" 

"She said her mom, um, her mom said she's getting a divorce. That Stacy won't see her dad again, and it'll just be her and her mom." 

Eddie doesn't judge people much. He can't imagine caring about other people's divorces when Roan was born from a fling and pretty much left on his doorstep —circumstances don't determine your kid's happiness alone. He does worry for Stacy, and his poor empathetic little girl. 

"That's terrible, bubby," Eddie placates, patting her back. 

"It's– well, it's– I'm…" Roan huffs. 

"Whatever you tell me is fine, promise. No grounding, no telling off."

"I know, daddy, it's just hard to say." 

Eddie feels himself physically melt. 

He leans back against the kitchen counter and shifts her against his stomach. His arms burn with the effort of keeping her secured to him, and he's not loving her sad tone —the quicker he finds out what's wrong, the better. He peeks over her head at you for hints. 

You're uncomfortable, shifting from one foot to the other like your feet hurt. 

"What?" he asks you. 

You clear your throat. "I think she's worried about me. If something happened between us, she's worried she won't see me again." 

Eddie would like to think after two years of loving his daughter, watching her grow, and all together being a cherished and irreplaceable part of her life and her support system, that you'd find it impossible to leave her. Even if you left Eddie, you wouldn't leave Ro. He knows that. But only two years… he knows you'd love Roan even if he screws things up, but he can't promise her that things would be the same, because they wouldn't be. 

That's not what she's asking, though.

"What, you think you won't see Y/N anymore?' Eddie murmurs, rubbing her back. 

"She's not my full mom," Roan whispers. 

Eddie reaches past Roan to squeeze your elbow. "You know, that doesn't matter, honey. And after the wedding–" 

"You call me mom for a reason, right?" you cut him off. 

Roan lifts her head from Eddie's. "Yeah." 

"Okay, so, say me and dad get married, and then by some impossibility we realise we can't stay married, will you love me less?" 

"No," Roan says with a pout. 

"I wouldn't love you any less, either. I didn't know I could love someone this much 'til I met you," you say, voice scratchy like you're talking past gravel. "So things would change, but not how much I love you. I'd still see you." 

You sound tentative. Eddie's way less hesitant. "Of course you'd still see each other. Babe, if me and mom break up it'll be because I did something stupid, so you'd see her every time I tried to apologise." He grins at you. "How long do you think it would take you to forgive me?" 

"Depends on what you did." You smile fondly. "Probably not long, Munson." 

"I have a weird feeling we're gonna last." 

Roan sniffles. "I just don't want mom to move away," she says. 

You and Eddie have already spoken about this. Serious but not sombre, on your backs in bed. You're not just marrying me, Eddie'd said, terrified of how much he wanted you to say certain things, and how you might not say them at all. This isn't just a promise to me. I know how much I'm asking from you, it's not a small thing. I won't blame you if you can't say yes, but this is… she's my world. 

I already said yes. And I knew what I was saying yes to, you'd replied, holding your hand up above you, the two of you staring in wonder at the ring on your marriage finger. I promise, Eds. I won't let either of you down. 

"Where do you think I'm going, princess? Me and dad are so happy. I'm staying right here stuck to his hip for the rest of time, but only if you're gonna stick to mine." You duck your head to touch your noses together briefly. "I'm not going anywhere." 

"Promise?" 

"Promise you." He swears you're twisting your engagement ring, but he can't quite see. "Can I have her?" you ask. 

"Sure. My noodle arms are about to snap anyway." 

"Noodle arms," you repeat, stealing Ro from him smoothly. "Yeah, right." 

He flexes appreciatively at your comment. 

Roan snuggles up to your neck, little face in the curve of it, her arms curling around you. You hold her tight and bend back under her weight, an arm against her thighs and another behind the small of her back, hand twisted up to brush her curls. 

"Love you," you say softly. You're smiling like you've got everything you ever wanted. "Maybe if me and daddy break up I can just take you with me." 

"Yeah!" Roan says with a gasp. 

Eddie rolls his eyes. "Whatever, girls. Neither of you can cook, you know that? Maybe tonight you guys can practise your new life together by not eating the dinner I'm gonna cook." Time to lighten the mood, lest Roan spend a special night lethargic. 

You beam at him. "I already made dinner. Happy anniversary, handsome." 

You exchanged gifts and kisses already that morning before work, but Eddie's happy to accept another quick kiss over Ro's shoulder. He dots one on his daughter's cheek to keep things fair. 

"Lucky us, huh?" he says to Ro. 

He's not strictly talking about dinner, and it's cheesy, but you light up like a Christmas tree. "Lucky me." 

[lore-grandma]

Oh boy time for a recipe that’ll probably be thrown into the forgotten depths

Chocolate lemon cupcakes

Chocolate cupcakes

* 1 cup (130g) all-purpose flour

* 1 cup (207g) sugar

* 6 tbsp (43g) unsweetened cocoa powder

* 1 tsp baking soda

* 1/2 tsp salt

* 1 large egg

* 1/2 cup (120ml) buttermilk

* 1/2 cup (120ml) vegetable oil (I used a majority of olive oil and used about 1/4 cup vegetable oil, I didn’t specify any better because fuck you and I don’t wanna)

* 1 tsp vanilla extract

* 1cup (120ml) hot coffee

Lemon Curd:

* 4 large eggs

* 1 cup granulated sugar

* 1/2 cup lemon juice fresh squeezed, from one large lemon

* 1 Tbsp lemon zest from one large lemon

* 6 Tbsp unsalted butter cubed

Frosting

* 1 cup (240 ml) heavy cream, cold

* 2 tablespoons (16 g) powdered sugar

* 1 teaspoon (3 g) cornstarch

* 1 teaspoon (2.5 ml) vanilla extract

For the cupcakes

1. Preheat oven to 300°F (148°C) and prepare a cupcake pan with liners.


2. Add the flour, sugar, cocoa powder, baking soda and salt to a large mixing bowl and combine. Set aside.

3. Add the egg, milk, vegetable oil and vanilla extract to another medium sized bowl and whisk together to combine.

4. Add the wet ingredients to the dry ingredients and mix until well combined.

5. Add the water to the batter and mix until well combined. The batter will be very thin.

6. Fill the cupcake liners about half way and bake for 18-23 minutes, or until a toothpick comes out with a few moist crumbs. (I have a shitty oven so I added ten more minutes to the bake time after I checked if it was fully cooked, just start off with 5 minute increments, if you want to be more cautious) 


7. Remove the cupcakes from oven and allow to cool for 2 minutes, then remove to a cooling rack to finish cooling.

Lemon Curd:

* Place eggs and sugar into a small pot, whisk to combine. Add lemon juice, zest, and butter. Cook over medium-low heat whisking constantly until mixture thickens and coats the back of a spoon.


* Transfer to a glass bowl and lay plastic wrap directly on the surface to prevent a skin from forming. Chill for 1 hours to almost set. 


Frosting

1. Chill the Bowl and Whisk: Begin by chilling your mixing bowl and whisk (or whisk attachment) in the freezer for at least 15 minutes. This helps the cream whip up faster and increases volume.

2. Combine Dry Ingredients: Mix powdered sugar and cornstarch in a small bowl. This ensures even distribution of the cornstarch in the whipped cream.

3. Whip the Cream: Pour the cold heavy cream into the chilled bowl. Using an electric mixer, start whipping the cream at a low speed, gradually increasing to medium-high as it thickens.

4. Add Sugar and Cornstarch: Once the cream starts forming soft peaks, gradually add the sugar and cornstarch mixture, continuing to whip.

5. Add Vanilla Extract: As the mixture thickens to stiff peaks, add the vanilla extract and continue to whip until well incorporated and the cream holds stiff peaks. (Probably make the frosting after the cupcakes have fully set)

Assembly

1. Remove the core of the cupcakes with a knife or a cupcake corer, you need a hole

2. Put almost solid curd in the center of the cupcakes, preferably with a piping tip.

3. Let curd set fully in the cupcakes for 1 hour more

4. Pipe on frosting, and serve

**note that this is posted on the same day is was baked, I can’t say how well the whipped cream frosting will hold up.

**a large cookie scoop helps with filling the cupcake liners. I used 2 scoops of the largest one I had

**normally you’re supposed to fluff your flour, but I was worried it would be too liquidy so I just scooped the flour from the container, like a heathen.

** I know I should half the recipe for the lemon curd, because there was a little left and it was overflowing out of the cupcakes a little, but it could be the fact the cupcake holes weren’t big enough. It wasn’t that much plus, you could mix the cake that’s left over from the removal of the middles with it, so idk.

I suppose I should put a useless story like all other blogs.

It was my possible step brother’s birthday and there was a mix up with the 2 cakes. Instead of chocolate raspberry and vanilla lemon cake, the bakery mixed up the flavors and reversed it. And me being weird I kinda liked it. So here’s a recipe that basically makes that cake. Why are these so long? Like that story was simple and easy. You could easily just say “my mom made this a lot when I was a kid.” Like I’m pretty good at writing a whole essay about something that doesn’t matter, evidence and an explanation, everything you could need. Would anyone even read this? It’s a recipe on tumblr, if I posted this on Pinterest maybe but even then most people I know don’t like citrus and chocolate. I offered some cupcakes to my grandma but I actively left out that the custard is lemon flavored, because I knew she’d make a virtual face at it. I want to show my creations but I can’t do that when no one is willing to try it. My mom was easy to convince because sugar. This is long because that’s the whole joke, for this whole piece about a simple story to be far too long when people just want the recipe. Would this bit even work? It’s all at the end, not at the beginning like every other blog does but I understand how frustrating that shit is. And like since I’m dragging it out it’ll only be more of a nuisance to the people wanting to see the recipe. Should I just half the lemon curd recipe? Do people even read the notes about the recipe? I sure don’t also. I also should’ve put proportions sizes but I don’t wanna put effort in remembering or counting. 8+6+1…. Uhhhh 15 cupcakes that I made. How likely is it that government secrets are put in these long bullshit paragraphs? I hope I get some criticism on this recipe there was a fair amount of research and rewriting. I forgot the name for cupcake liners btw, I had to ask my mom what they were called so that was a little awkward because I was making some more notes on the recipe while doing so. I wonder how I’m going to transport those cupcakes, I mean my grandma’s house isn’t that far of a walk but also it’s kinda hot and I don’t have any boxes also it’s night. Is this paragraph long enough that the joke gets hammered in? I don’t think it’s long enough but I could be wrong, I suppose I should write some more nonsense to add to the word count. Anbdndjdjelskxnjskwjsjzjksnsbsjkwksbhsjsksnsbsjkwndnzjsknwnsjsksks. Space. Ajkdndjoelndkkpl high ndkskskskndjjdksksnnsjsk. I got my cats some new toys recently, they’re touch activated and they make noises and move around. Of course I think they primarily like them because of the cat nip. I think I’m going to stop writing this, I’m getting bored and I don’t have much to say rn.………………………………………………………………………………………… I hope I don’t explode after this…………………………………….. my phone is spacing out this out weirdly, idk what that’s about…………………………………………………………………..do you think aliens are real?………………………………………are ghosts real?……………………………………………………………………. How do food bloggers end these anyways? I’ve never read the paragraphs but they have to at some point, right? ……………………………………………………………………..I think half the reason why food bloggers have such long paragraphs is because we’re encouraged to make a whole essay whenever we’re writing something. I know I am…………………………I’m probably wrong……………………. It probably forces more ads onto the screen at once………………….aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…………… I know it doesn’t matter but I wonder how the tumblr algorithm works, like do they prefer to show longer or shorter posts? Of course it could be our decreasing attention spans. I like spam, it’s not that bad, of course I’m probably a couple of sprinkles of salt away from death……………..I’m tired……………………… I think it’s time to stop typing, I think my space button is starting to die.

[stargirlygirl]

after he proposed, you became a stay-at-home fiancé. and now, you’re getting into your ✨baking era✨.

you’ve been waiting for the bananas to get just ripe enough to make banana bread. the other day, when your beloved reached for one of those golden arches, you panicked and yelled at him to put it down.

shoto's beautiful eyes went so wide and his jaw slack as he took in the wild sight you were. he merely chuckled and placed the banana back in the fruit bowl as you ran over to him from your spot on the couch, apologising for raising your voice and reassuring him that his abstinence was for the good of your future baked treat.

you remember his sacrifice as you pour wholemeal flour into a large bowl and mix it with cinnamon and baking powder. you had a cute little apron on; the one you sewed from the vintage fabric shoto bought you for your birthday.

you hum softly as you mash the bananas in a separate bowl before adding the whisked eggs and vanilla extract. you’re determined to make him the best banana bread ever!

the sweet aroma fills the apartment as you rest your feet on the coffee table, allowing your creation to come to life in the oven. you check the time and sigh with relief as you calculate that you’ve still got an hour before shoto finishes patrol and retires to his agency to finish the banana bread.

once it’s golden brown, you take it out of the oven. you squeal in delight, seeing the swirly pattern you made with cinnamon and walnuts perfected. you let the banana bread cool for a good half an hour before taking it out of the pan, cutting it into thick slices, and popping a few in a container. you make sure to pack some butter, almond butter (his fav), and honey before leaving the apartment.

after getting off the train, you walk to his agency. you greet the receptionist who informs you that your hero just got back. with a ‘thank you!’, you take the elevator to the top floor.

you gently knock on his office door and push it open as you hear him call out from inside. he gazes at you with tender, mismatched eyes as you enter, shaking the banana bread container from side to side with excitement. 

you chirp, “i made you some banana bread, honey!” he hums as you walk further into the room. he’s got papers stacked in the corner of his desk and a mellow smile on his full lips as always. you pull up a chair and sit across from him, popping open the lid and letting the smell curl deliciously in the cold air. you fish around in your bag for the paper plates, cutlery, and toppings you brought. after setting them down in the middle of his wooden desk, you scoop him out a slice.

he mutters, “looks good, darling.”

you gaze at him, quirking a brow as you grin, “yea?” he hums and thanks you quietly as you push the plate toward him. he happily listens to you yap away as he spreads almond butter on his slice.

seeing you struggle to spread the butter across your slice, he gently takes the little container from your hands and heats it in his palm before buttering it for you. your heart melts as the butter does into the baked good while you watch him swipe the knife on the crust, getting all of that sweet-saltiness onto your treat.

you two eat quietly, just basking in each other’s presence. shoto breaks the silence with a quiet moan followed by, “this is really nice, babe. still warm.” you nod enthusiastically, overjoyed to hear his praise.

you giggle, “i made it just for you.” he looks at you, eyes full of love and cheekies full of yummy goodness. following a gulp, he licks his pink lips and thumbs the corner of yours, claiming you were a bit messy (you were, really). your heart spikes as he brings his pale thumb back to his lips, sucking off the disobedient butter.

it pains you to leave him, all glowy in the afternoon sun streaming through the windows, left to his mountain of reports and paperwork. but, he promises you that he’ll be home soon enough. after all, he can’t keep his hands off his beautiful fiancé for long.

[softspace-fics]

Cookies!

A/N - I love how this came out!! I hope you all love this just as much as I do. Another fall themed fic is ready for the posting. I love you guys! Thank you so much for the interactions and love. It means the world to me.

Masterlist - all my work!

Warnings⚠️: Food mention, bucky lifts reader. Reader goes from middle space to baby space! Generally just fluff all around!

CG!Stucky x Little!gn reader!

____________

“Okay baby, now we just need to get one cup of flour yeah? Then you can mix it all together.”  Your dada says before he turns and grabs the measuring cups. You two had been baking all day, waiting for your papa to get back from working with uncle tony and uncle bruce.

Once bucky puts the flour in the bowl, he helps you to mix all the ingredients in the bowl, making a nicely made dough, ready to put on the pan. He walks over to where the pans are kept and as quietly as possible grabs a few cookie sheets.

After the dough is spooned out onto the different cookie sheets, dada carefully picks you up and helps you get your apron off before bringing you out to the living room and setting you onto the padded floor.

“Here baby, can you do some coloring for papa while we wait for the cookies to bake?” Dada helps pull your favorite colors and coloring sheets in front of you, turning on your favorite show and kissing the top of your head before he walks back to the kitchen to put the cookies into the oven and clean up.

Once your favorite show and coloring sheet is in front of you, the world around you disappears. The way your favorite medium moves on the page and the way the room starts to smell like your favorite cookies.

Your dada eventually comes and sits behind you, playing with your hair as he joins you in watching your favorite show and handing you the colors you need next. No words shared between you two, just an understanding of each other and a loving presence in the air.

The jingle of keys breaks you out of your daze as you hear the door open and close swiftly.

“I'm home!” A gentle soft yell comes from the door as your papa arrives home from work finally.

You want to run to him and squeeze him but your little mind had regressed further from hanging out with your dada and being able to just be little. Your small whines are immediately heard from your two caregivers and your papa rushes over.

“Shhh Baby, it’s okay! Papa can come to you. Feelin’ extra tiny yeah?” Papa quickly scoops you into his arms and kisses you all over your face.

“Papa!” You squeal in joy.

Your dada leans his head on your shoulder as you three reconnect after a few hours apart. Your papa asks you about your day and how much fun you had with your dada. You blabble back as well as you can, before your dada comes out with the cookies you and him had made earlier.

“Cookies? For me? Oh how sweet!~ Thank you my loves.” Your papa kisses both you and your dada as a thank you before he stuffs a cookie in his mouth.

The rest of your day is spent eating cookies and watching your favorite shows as you lay safe and sound in your two favorite peoples arms. The aroma of cookies and your caregivers cologne surrounds you.

Everything just was perfect. 

[megumiluvv]

Choso is covered in flour. You’re on the floor, crying from laughter.

“Choso! You- hahaha! You can’t plop it!” You cackle.

Choso just sighs and wipes his face off, retrying the scoop of flour. He’s trying to learn how to bake, but he wants to do it all himself while you teach him, which is proving to be… a bit difficult.

You get up from the floor and move behind him, reaching around his large frame and guiding his hands. Choso instantly gets shy, but you don’t notice, instead you continue to help him make the cake from scratch.

“Like this…” you mumble, helping him dump the flour and use the whisk to mix the batter.

Choso watches your hand, the difference in your hands catching his eye. Your hands are so small and soft, his are large and calloused from the numerous jobs he’s had.

Soon enough, the batter is done, poured into a pan and put into the oven to bake. Yuji walks in curiously when he smells baking.

“What’s in the oven?”

“Yuji, don’t get too close, it’s hot.” You warn the little kid.

“We’re making cake.” Choso smiles.

“Why?”

“We just felt like it.” You smile.

“Is it anyone’s birthday?”

“It could be someone’s, but not anyone I know of.”

“So why make a cake?”

“Doesn’t dessert sound nice, Yuji?” Choso laughs.

“Okay!” The boy runs to play with toys while you help clean the flour off of Choso.

You wipe his shirt, then get close to wipe off his face. He watches you focus, your brows furrowed as you wipe off his forehead, tongue poking out and head slightly tilted.

You’re focused on watching his face as you wipe off the flour, watching his pupils get larger, his lips slightly part, eyes fluttering slightly as he blinks. You watch his gaze move down from your eyes, you can only assume he’s staring at your lips.

“…What’s the timer at now?”

Choso looks at the timer after a few seconds. “Um, 5:30.”

“Okay.” You back away and get the frosting ready. “When the timer beeps, poke the cake with a butter knife to check if it’s fully baked through, okay?”

“Okay.” He nods and watches you.

When the cake is done, he pokes the cake, it’s fully baked, and you let it cool for a bit then show him how to frost the cake.

You giggle and get some on his nose, so he retaliates and gets some on your cheek. You squeal and laugh, feeling him purposely go overboard and smear frosting on you. Eventually, the cake finishes getting frosted and your face is a mess, now it’s his turn to clean off your face.

His calloused hands are gentle when he holds your face, he’s focused and you admire his features. His hair isn’t up for once, eye bags are more prominent since he worked late last night, and his piercings are removed.

Once your face is less sticky, you cut the cake after dinner and Yuji excitedly eats it. The cake is delicious.

“So, Yuji, how’s Choso’s first cake?” You ask.

“Delicious!” The boy grins.

“Yeah? Did I do good?” Choso smiles.

“Yeah!”

You giggle and finish your cake, putting the leftovers in his fridge since you’re over here more than your own apartment next door. You go home and head to bed, thinking about how close you and Choso were earlier.

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[sxmmerberries]

Brownie Monster - kim gyuvin x reader

✦ genre: fluff

✦ pairing: kim gyuvin as your boyfriend

✦ word count: 1013

✦ warning: mentions of Gyuvin throwing up due to food poisoning

✦ summary: your boyfriend, Gyuvin, decided it would be a fun idea to eat raw brownie batter after you refused to let him eat the chocolates for the brownies.

“Gyuvin, stop eating all the chocolates! They're for the brownies,” You smacked his hand away from the nth time, seeing him extend his hand towards the pile of chopped up chocolates.

“But, it is so good!” He whined, managing to shove a handful of them in his mouth again.

“If I see you steal another piece, I am kicking you out of the kitchen,” You threatened, with a mixing spoon in your hand.

“Oh no, I am being threatened with a spoon by a midget right now. How scary!” He laughed at your threat before reaching about for the chocolates again, only for you to smack his hand away.

“Ow! Let me eat in peace!” He yelped, rubbing his hand as you glared at him.

It didn't seem like he learnt his lesson as he moved a little closer, trying to sneak another handful of chocolate. You side eyed him through the corner of your eye and smacked his hand away once again.

“Stop that! You’re being so mean to me! I just want some chocolates,” He crosses his arms over his chest like a pouty kid.

“Can't you just let me have some more?,” He pouted, trying his best to convince you.

“No,” You continued to mix the batter, guarding the chocolates away from him every now and then.

“But why?,” He whined, looking for any chance to grab another handful.

“They're for the brownies for Yujin's party!”

“But I just want a few more,” He discreetly moved towards the chocolate and shoved a handful in his mouth before you could stop him.

“You ate more than half of them!” You exclaimed in frustration, looking at the amount of chocolates he ate.

“So what?,” He grabs another handful and starts eating them fast, giving you a mischievous grin as you gasp at his shamelessness.

“You did not just-”

He grinned mischievously and continued to eat more, looking you in the eye while he did it.

You let out a huge sigh of disbelief before pushing him out of the kitchen area.

“Hey!” He tried to push himself back in.

“Come on, I'm gonna get some more anyways,” He kept trying to get back into the kitchen. You quickly grabbed all the chocolates and mixed them in the batter before he could get to them again.

He fell on the floor dramatically and gasped, “How could you do this to me!”. You ignored his dramatic antics as you went to get the baking pan for the brownies. Gyuvin stepped closer to the bowl of the batter as he stared intensely at it.

“My chocolates,” He thought as he pouted, looking at the chunks of chocolates mixed in the batter.

He continues staring at the batter, clearly looking very tempted to stick his finger in it to taste it.

“Gyuvin, no! Don't you dare!” You warned him as you saw him secretly devising something in his cute little head.

“I really wanna taste it. Can I?,” He asks, almost like a little kid asking for candy.

“Please? Pretty please? Just a little taste?,” He requested, grabbing a big spoon to taste it.

“There are raw eggs and flour in the batter. You'll get food poisoning,” You moved the bowl of batter away from him and poured it in the pan, much to his dismay.

"The last time you ate raw cookie dough and then got food poisoning! Did you not learn your lesson?," You narrowed your eyes at him.

“I don’t care, I still want to taste it! I'm sure a little bit won't do anything to me,” He kept trying to get closer to it, already reaching out to put his spoon in the pan now.

He scooped out a huge spoonful of batter before you could stop him and shoved it in his mouth as you looked at him with bewilderment.

“See, a little bit does nothing! I am totally fine!” He tried to get another spoonful, but you quickly moved towards the oven before he could try something again.

Just before you could put it in the oven, Gyuvin suddenly snatched the pan out of your grip and ran away with it, already shoving big spoonfuls of the batter in his mouth. He had the pan in a death grip as he ran away.

“This is mine now!” He stuck out his tongue at you before eating more spoonfuls of it, with you chasing behind him to get your pan back. He licked the leftover batter outside of the pan after finishing the entire thing.

He grinned mischievously, handing you the now empty pan as you sulk at the sight.

He sighs, satisfied from eating the rest of the batter, “That honestly made my day! You should make brownies more often,” He said with a smirk.

“What am I going to tell Yujin now?” You sighed at the sight of the empty pan which had been licked clean by your boyfriend.

“Well you can either tell him I ate the batter or you figure out a way to make some more brownies. It’s not my fault the batter tastes so good,” He said with a shrug, fully planning on attacking the new batter too if you made a new batch.

“YOU ATE ALL THE CHOCOLATES, YOU MONSTER!” You exclaimed, realising you don't have the main ingredient to remake the batter again.

“They were so good! This wouldn't have happened if you let me have them normally,” He shrugged, making you glare at him.

A few hours later, you heard hurried footsteps towards the bathroom. You followed Gyuvin as he threw open the bathroom door and immediately started vomiting.

“You okay?,” You asked, rubbing his back a bit to comfort him.

“Ugh, I think you were right about the food poisoning,” He looked at you with a miserable look before throwing up again.

“Why didn't you stop me?,” He groaned, looking up at you.

“Someone ran away with the whole pan of batter even after I warned them and then stuck their tongue at me,” You replied with a sarcastic tone.

“Touché,”

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P is for Perfect

february 04, 2009

summary: You and Spencer bake cookies together

word count: 1.1k

warnings: an insane amount of fluff. like maybe call your dentist before reading

“It doesn’t have to be exact, Spence,” you giggle and playfully knock your hip into him. Spencer stood over the counter, a kitchen scale, butter knife, measuring cup, and bag of flour beneath him. He was meticulously measuring the exact amount of flour. You couldn’t help but smile at him, so smart, but so oblivious to the leniency in the world of baking. 

Spencer looks up at you, his lips curing into a shy smile. “I know, but I want them to be perfect.” He finally levels out the flour and dumps it into the metal bowl. “Baking is a science, after all.”

You laughed and shook your head. “It’s more of a chemistry I think. It doesn’t have to be perfect, it’s okay to just have fun.”

His eyes soften as he reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I am having fun. Especially because I get to make them with you.”

You can’t help but fall into his touch when such sweet words are leaving his lips. His smug smile makes you want to collect yourself though, not wanting to give in to his cockiness. “Alright then, Dr. Reid, these better be the best damn cookies to ever enter my mouth.”

You and Spencer continue to mix the ingredients. His attention to detail and your more relaxed approach meshed perfectly. Always a perfect duo, you and Spencer were. Whether it be your brains on a case, your love for one another, or apparently, your baking skills. 

You poured in the chocolate chips directly from the bag, a clear overshot of the recommended amount. You turned around to toss the empty bag in the garbage, but apparently, you were much faster at this than Spencer thought you’d be.

“Stealing ingredients now, are we?” you ask him, catching him red handed popping a small handful of chocolate chips in his mouth.

Spencer grinned mischievously as he chewed. “Well if you’re going to add three times the amount the recipe calls for surely a few can be spared.” He giggles and grabs another chocolate chip from the bowl. “Here, have one,” he holds it up to your lips.

You open your mouth allowing for him to gently place it on your tongue. You lock eyes, his filled with a sweetness that went beyond the chocolate. You lean in and kiss him, tasting the lingering chocolate on his lips. He hovers over your shoulder as he watches you scoop the dough into small balls on the baking sheet, reaching around your waist to put the pans in the oven. He sets the oven timer before turning to you and pulling you into his arms.

Spencer stood there holding you for several minutes. He buried his head in the crook of your neck and pressed his body firmly against yours. You held him silently, unable to speak even if you wanted to. Your face was pressed to his chest, fingers rubbing his back gently. He was in a t-shirt, which was quite rare for him as usually if he wasn’t in his work attire he was either in his pajamas or cozied up in a sweater. 

He lifts his head from your shoulder, arms still wrapped around you. “I never thought I’d find someone like you,” he whispers. His gaze is so adoring. 

“And I can’t believe I found you,” you say as you place a hand on his cheek. 

He rests his hand atop yours, fingers between your knuckles. “I love you Y/n,” he says, pulling you impossibly closer with the arm still around your waist.

“Spencer, I love you so much,” you respond. You pull him down and nuzzle his nose in an eskimo kiss, which causes him to giggle. “But we should clean up before the cookies are done.”

“Do you think we can get it done in the four minutes and fifty-seven seconds left on the oven timer?��� He asks, stepping away from you and running water from the sink over a cloth.

He rings the rag out and tosses it at you, leaving the water running and adding soap to the sink. He begins taking the dishes over as you wipe the countertops.

You notice a small glob of dough on the edge of the stovetop and collect it on your index finger. Turning around to face the sink- and Spencer’s back- you tap his shoulder with your clean hand. He notices the cheeky grin on your face which causes him to smile as well.

“I got something for you,” you say, bringing your finger up to his face and smearing the dough on his nose. 

“Hey, no fair!” he playfully pouts. “My hands are wet, I can’t get it off!”

“Aw, isn’t that unfortunate,” you grin, turning back around to finish cleaning the counters.

beep

You dropped the rag on the counter and slid an oven mitt over your hand. You sat the fresh cookies on the stovetop, stopping the timer and turning off the oven as you did so. 

The smell of fresh cookies filled Spencer’s apartment; if they weren’t clearly piping hot, they’d all be gone right this moment. You approach Spencer who was nearing the last of the dishes and lean your head onto his shoulder.

“Well well well,” you say, “what do we have here, slowpoke?”

“I could’ve been done in time if you wouldn't have distracted me,” Spencer argues.

“You can tell yourself that, pretty boy,” you say and plant a kiss on the underside of his jaw.

You transferred the warm cookies into a container and brought the baking sheet- the final dish- over to Spencer. He quickly scrubs it, then dries his hands. 

He gives a satisfied sigh. “Alright,” he says, placing a hand on your lower back to direct you to the stove with him. “Ready to try them?” 

He picks one up from the container and breaks it in half, handing you the slightly larger piece. He watches as you take a bite from the corner, anticipating your reaction.

“These are really good,” you say, taking another bite. He takes his first, nodding in agreement as the flavor sets in. 

“Dare I say perfect?” He says, a nod to your earlier comment about them not needing to be.

“They are,” you agree. “Probably because of me.” You smile at him.

“Oh whatever,” he says with a sassy tone, rolling his eyes as he takes another cookie from the bowl.

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CHRISTMAS BAKING (scaramouche x gender neutral reader)

A/N - Going into 2025 writing about the same character I've liked since 2020 wasn't on my bingo list.

The smell of dried oranges and rosemary fills every corner of your home, a telltale sign of Christmas approaching. You've always loved Christmas best, the intimacy that comes with the season of snow is enough to make you want to fall in love once more.

You walk into the kitchen and lo and behold, Scaramouche is standing there in all his glory in his pyjamas with a cute apron tied around his waist. You walk behind him before giving him a hug from the back.

"Up so early? What are you doing?", you ask, looking over at the scene displayed on the marbled table as you place your chin on his shoulder.

"I'm making tres leches, and I always wake up early. But you, awake at this hour? Astounding.", he remarks, keeping up his mixing of the batter and paying no attention to you.

"It's Christmas, scara. Can I not catch a break from all your snide remarks for once?", you laugh.

"Perhaps for your New Year's resolution, you had better change yourself for the better. Maybe then I'll tone down on the insults."

"Oh? But you love me for the way I am, no?", you tease, turning your head to give him a kiss.

He doesn't respond to your teasing, but what he does is turn his head to kiss you back, and that action alone tells you what his answer is already.

"Whatever, there's apple crumble in the microwave for you by the way, I know you love eating those", he says.

Your heart flutters and a smile spreads across your face when you hear him say he made your favorite dessert. You tighten the hug for a little while, thanking him for his hard work before your hand reaches for the cupboard to pour some Zinfandel to pair with your apple crumble.

The tender slices of the sweet-tart apple, caramel notes of brown sugar paired with cinnamon tastes like heaven on your tongue and you can't stop yourself from stuffing another bite in your mouth. You reach for the glass of wine, swirling it a little before taking a sip. The wine's ripe berry undertones mingle with the sweetness of the desert, creating the perfect balance.

Scaramouche turns to look at your contended expression and feels his heart swell with love and pride.

"Don't drink too much wine so early on, you'll develop health issues faster than you expect.", he comments before getting back to pouring the batter into a pan and putting it into the oven.

"Scara, try this. It's so good.", you insist, scooping a part of the crumble to feed it to him.

Before he can protest, you shove it into his mouth and you see his expression change from annoyance to cringing out at the sweetness of the dessert.

"Isn't it absolutely delectable? All the desserts you make for me are always delicious, I only wish that I could do the same for you, scara", you say as you scoop another mouthful of the dessert to eat.

"If you'd like, you can help me finish the tres leches when it's baked. It'll be like you made it.", he suggested.

✧ ｡ .: * ♡

"Now, pour some the condensed milk mixture over the whole cake, and make sure that you pour it over the holes that I've made in the cake.", he directs, standing beside you to ensure that you were doing everything correctly.

You carefully pour a layer over the entire cake just as he says, making sure that you let the cake absorbs the mixture before you pour another layer over it. Your mouth is already watering seeing the cake turn moist from the amount of liquid it is holding.

"Time for the icing, take some of it from the bowl and gently spread it over the cake."

You look over at the bowl of icing and with the spatula in it, you scoop a dallop of icing and spread it evenly over the dessert. The icing on the cake looks just like the snow outside, soft and perfect.

"Now, you can add whatever toppings you'd like.", he says.

"The treat seems sweet enough as is, I think I'll add some dark chocolate so that you can also enjoy it with me.", you say as you unwrap some dark chocolate from the fridge.

With one hand holding the dark chocolate, the other raises the box grater on top of the cake. You found yourself struggling to grate the chocolate as the grater kept moving above the cake. Every attempt to grate the chocolate down the jagged surface resulted in uneven curls that fluttered onto the cake and stubborn chunks that clung onto the grater's teeth. Frustrated, you sigh in defeat.

Scaramouche watches you struggle the entire time, thinking that you look stupidly adorable for how you chose dark chocolate as the topping as that was the only chocolate that he could tolerate, and for how you tried to grate the chocolate despite never having tried a grater before.

"You're doing it wrong.", is all he says before he goes behind you, hands on your own, guiding you to put the grater down on a cutting board to grate the chocolate, producing perfect looking curls that can easily be scattered on top of the cake. "This is how it should be done."

You can hardly pay attention to what he is saying, in fact, you don't think you hear what he said at all. All you could focus on was the warmth that was transmitted from his hand to your own. You loved it, the warmth of his hand on yours, and the closeness of the both of you. It creates a warmth that spreads throughout your entire being, and you hope that it will continue to warm you until the year ends.

"Hey, earth to you? Are you there? The tres leches is done.", he quips, snapping his fingers to get your attention.

"Oh, sorry. But, oh, the tres leches looks absolutely delicious, scara. Let me take a few pictures and then we can try it.", you say as you whip out your phone to take a few shots of it from different angles.

Scaramouche watches you take out two forks when you finish, handing one to him and signalling to him to eat some of the cake.

You dig into the cake first, stuffing a large portion straight into your mouth. The flavours of the cake and the dark chocolate creates a symphony on your tongue, and you smile in delight.

He helps himself to a small piece of the dessert, however, making sure that he gets all the elements of it in the one piece. He can't deny that the bitterness of the dark chocolate really helps to balance out the sweetness from the moist cake, something that he tethers over constantly.

He loves you, for how you're willing to pick something bitter to top the cake despite your sweet tooth. He loves the thought of it so much that he hooks an arm over you to pull you close for a kiss on the cheek.

"So, was your wish fulfilled?", he asks, arm still hooked over your shoulders to keep you close.

"If you enjoyed it, then I'd say it's a success.", you , turning over to him to give him a sweet smile.

"Consider this a Christmas with fulfilment then. Merry Christmas, darling.", he murmurs, tilting his head to give you another kiss.

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Kit's Traybake Pancakes (cinnamon apple var.) - Updated!

Love eating pancakes but hate making them? This traybake pancake recipe may be for you! Making these gives me enough pancake squares for 6 days (5 if you eat two on the day you make them). They’re fluffy, reheat well, can either be eaten with or without maple syrup, and are very customizable! I recommend adding fruit and protein powder like I do in this recipe, making it a (slightly) healthier breakfast than just pure carbs.

(Updated) instructions under the cut!

Full disclosure, the base for this recipe was the mug pancake recipe from Emma’s Goodies, which you can watch here!

I made this mug pancake for years (except with tripled portions because I was using a very big mug) and it was super delicious! However, for just one mug pancake, it was a bit of a production and didn’t feel super worth it. Thusly, I have adapted the recipe to be made in a 13”x9” baking tray, which makes a whole lot of breakfast.

Recipe (serving size: 2 squares):

Base Ingredients:

12 tbsp. butter (I use salted, if you don’t have salted butter, add a small amount of kosher salt to your recipe)

9 tbsp. (1/2 cup+ 1 tbsp) granulated sugar

12 fl.oz. milk (I use skim, use whatever kind you like)

3 cups all-purpose flour

3 tsp. baking powder

Customizable Ingredients:

1 scoop protein powder (I use vanilla flavored whey)

1/4 cup of maple syrup (ideally not pancake syrup, they’re different)

1 apple (I use McIntosh or Honeycrisp)

A piping hot cup of apple tea with a heaping tablespoon of honey

Nutmeg, cinnamon, cardamom to taste, for sprinkling on top

Base Instructions:

Heat oven to 375°F, take out a 13”x9” nonstick baking pan and spray bottom and sides with cooking spray (yes theoretically I know you don’t need to spray a nonstick pan but better safe than sorry).

If you choose to put apple chunks in, I recommend doing this step first. I personally like to let the chunks soak in my favorite loose leaf apple tea (non-sponsored plug)! Boil a cup of water and fill the tea infuser with tea. Add a heaping tablespoon of honey to the cup and stir until it dissolves. Then put them infuser in and steep the tea for three minutes, after which you should give the mug a final stir and pour it into a bowl. See “customizable instructions, steps 2-4” for how I recommend cutting the apple. After that, put the peeled apple chunks into the bowl of delicious tea and let them soak until it’s time to add them later on!

If you’re not putting apple in, do this step first. Put butter in a bowl and melt it in the microwave. I recommend microwaving for 1m20s.

Put butter in a stand mixer, preferably with the paddle attachment. While you heat the milk in the microwave* (40 seconds, I use a glass liquid measuring cup), add the granulated sugar to the mixer. Once the milk is heated, give it a real quick stir, and then add it and use one of the lower settings on your mixer.

(If you have customizable wet ingredients, add them now!)

Add the flour and baking powder, mix again on low setting until it forms a batter (a small amount of lumps is okay from what I’ve heard, you don’t want to overmix).

*You can’t put cold milk into hot butter, it will form little clumps and be gross

Customizable Instructions:

Add a 1/4 cup of maple syrup (as above, preferably before the flour, with the other wet ingredients), and also one scoop of your preferred protein powder. Mix on low setting until it’s incorporated.

Peel the apple wedges with a peeler (don't use the skin, you'll thank me later). If you have an apple cutter (the thing that looks like a wheel with handles), use that. If you don’t:

Take your apple and a large, sharp knife (be careful) and cut the apple in half vertically. Then place it down with the core side up, and cut each apple half like so: cut off the left side, avoiding the core, followed by the right. Then turn what’s left of the half apple on its side, and cut off the last piece at the back. Do the same for the other apple half, then chop the segments into whatever sized chunks you want.

Use as much of it as you want, but I myself use the whole apple. (If you don’t, eat whatever segments you don’t intend to use for a lil snack.) Then put apple chunks into mixer, and half the tea if you made it, and mix until incorporated. (Drink what tea remains, it’s even more delicious now that the fresh apple’s been in it!)

Baking Instructions:

Pour batter into greased baking tray, shake the pan until the batter is flattened and reaches all the corners (or use a spatula and spread it evenly by hand). Optional: Sprinkle the top with cinnamon, nutmeg, and cardamom according to your tastes. I tend to have a heavy hand even if I don’t mean to, but it still comes out very tasty! (and smells great while baking!)

When the oven reaches temperature (if you preheated it at the beginning, it may have already been at temperature for a while) put the pan in and cook for 35 mins. Know your oven and if it tends to be hotter or colder*, adjust cook time as necessary.

When the timer goes off, test the center in several places with a toothpick. As long as it doesn’t come out goopy, you’re good! (crumbs on the toothpick is fine) I say test in several places because if you accidentally go through a piece of apple, your toothpick may come out slightly wet, but that doesn’t mean the pancakes aren’t done. If it's not done, cook in intervals of 5 minutes, testing each time the timer goes off.

Take pan out and use a butter knife or a pie serving spatula and poke around the edges of the pan to free the pancake traybake from the edges. Let cool for 10 minutes.

Cut into squares. I tend to cut 12 pieces, but you could go smaller or larger depending on how much you intend to eat at once.

*How do I know if my oven runs hot or cold, you may ask? If any recipe you make comes out raw and/or takes longer to cook than the instructions say, your oven is colder! If your food ends up burnt and/or takes less time to cook than the recipe instructions say, your oven is hotter!

Enjoy! I eat two squares at a time and it makes a good breakfast! For storing, put however much of it you can eat in 2-3 days in the fridge. Store the rest in the freezer.

For any customizing other than what I did, use whatever fruit, spices, syrups, and/or protein powders you want! Just be aware that more fruit in the batter means it may take longer to cook!

If you make them, either the same way I did here or differently, let me know how they came out!

OLD EDIT: After some experimentation, it seems like the pancakes come out more moist if baked for 35 minutes at 375°F! I also soak the apple pieces in a cup of “Apple Blood Tea” (find it on adagio teas, it’s super delish!) with honey at the beginning of the process, then add the ‘marinated’ apples and half a cup of the tea into the batter.

NEW EDIT 09/2024: I just changed the recipe whether it needed changing, since I realized that changing stuff behind the readmore didn’t transfer to previously reblogged posts 😫 I also added image descriptions.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Assistant 13

Warnings: this fic includes noncon/rape, cheating, creep behaviour, violence, anger. These warnings are not exhaustive and some triggers may not be specified for plot reasons.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: As an assistant at the Daily Planet, you’re rarely noticed. Until you are.

Characters: Clark Kent

Note: We came back.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like Lord Farquaad loves unnecessary vowels. Take care. 💖

🖊🖊🖊

Your new life is more of a death. The old you is dead and can never be again. Not quite a true death, it’s a purgatory you’re slogging through, waiting for the ultimate end. 

Your first days are bleak. The house is filled with a stagnant pall as you wile away the hours playing your role. It’s easier when you pretend you're a character in a book, just like you did as a girl. When you became Elizabeth Bennet or one of the Pevensie kids. You escape in your mind because there is no other way out.

A routine quickly falls into place. You wake up, though sleep is sparse and hewn in wretched nightmares that mirror reality, and wait until Clark stirs. He never rouses very long after you. You open yourself to him, laying on your back, legs splayed as he grunts and ruts.

Tender, you dress in one of the thin dresses he collected for you and you go to work. You cook him breakfast. Sometimes, he takes you back to bed after he eats. Others, he pins you to the counter or the table. Then you clean up; the table, the dishes, and yourself.

When he stays, he sits and reads. You hover around him, busying yourself with a broom or just watching him, weighing the minutes. Not yet, not yet.

Lunch comes and you take care of that too. Then him. His appetite never wavers. The heavy pain sticks in your pelvis but he can’t think the limp is from anything more than the chain tugging at your ankle.

You pace, restless and wait. That’s all you do. Wait. For the first chance or his next whim. Whichever comes before the other.

You stand at the window and watch the wildlife. You feel him watching you in kind. When he leaves, he closes the shutters, latching them tight on the outside. Locking you in like a toy in a chest. A doll he can pick up to play with whenever he likes.

Dinnertime. Another meal. You’re not very hungry but you make yourself eat. If he lets you have a bath, you can puke it back up when he goes to get a towel. That is the last marker of time before bedtime…

Sleep is not won without a final surrender.

That day, as you wrap potatoes to cook in the oven, all noise seems louder, every movement more strenuous. The staleness in the air is suffocating. Your ears buzz from the constant silence. You crinkle the foil around a potato and drop it, rubbing your lobes.

You keep your hands on your ears and stare at the counter. You could scoop out your brains with a spoon. Are you going crazy? Your head feels itchy on the inside and you would be all to happy to scratch right through the bone. 

“Honey?” Clark’s voice ripples through the air. “Is something wrong?”

You close your eyes and cringe. You drag your hands away and wrap the other potato, wincing at the aluminum's raucous wrinkle. He stands and you shudder. He’s coming close.

“It’s too quiet,” you say at last.

He nears and looms beside you. You put the potatoes aside and drag over the pan of marinating steak. His large hand rests on the counter.

“Can I help?” He offers. You shake your head.

“No, thanks, I got it, honey,” you reach to touch his hand. You just want him to back off. Sweat stains your skin as his proximity sets you on fire. 

He leans in to kiss your crown, his hand dancing down your back. He gropes your ass and growls. His hand lingers and you brace yourself. It isn’t unlike him to interrupt.

“Love you,” he grits before he draws away.

You let your breath out in short spurts. You don’t want him to hear the relief in you. Your thighs quiver, bruised and raw. You carry on without pause. Keep yourself busy and he’ll let you be. For now.

🖊

The next day, Clark leaves you. You don’t know what he does when he isn’t there. Sometimes he brings back groceries or little things he’s forgotten. Others, he’s gone for hours and returns only with stress in his shoulders. You try not to think too much about what happens outside these walls, that only makes them close in tighter.

When he comes back, just around lunch time, he presents you a radio. An orange and black radio you’ve seen used by those in remote regions. He sets it on the counter as he flicks it on and adjusts the knob, searching for a station through the crackle. You cross your arms as you watch around his elbow.

The stringy tune comes through and warbles against the static. The music soothes you. You only realise then, you’d never thought you’d hear it again. Clark turns to you as you stare at the speakers.

“Do you like it?” He asks.

You nod and unstick your tongue from the roof of your mouth, “yes, thank you.”

Is this all you have? A radio?

“Do you… wanna dance?” He murmurs shyly.

You look at him. You reach for his hand in acceptance. Nothing he gives comes without a price. He takes you into his arms wordlessly, his face brightening as he leads you into a slow shuffle.

‘I bless the day I found you I want to stay around you And so I beg you Let it be me’

The song is older. You’re not sure who it is. By your guess, it’s even older than your parents… you know you won’t see them again. Even if you do get your chance, you can never go back to the life before this.

“I remember the first day I saw you,” Clark says as he pulls your head to rest against his chest, “you were wearing that little pink plaid dress…”

His words hang in the air. You remember the day too. The day you thought you’d figure it all out. You’d pay your dues as an assistant, work your way up to a writer one day, and maybe, in your wildest dreams, an editor…

“I love you, honey,” he pets your head.

“Love you too,” you eke out.

He pulls back to look down at you. You gaze up as he brings his fingertips under your chin. He leans in to kiss you and draws away reluctantly. He hums as his other hand closes around yours.

“Let’s take a bath,” he lets go of you and follows the chain to its end, unhooking it from the loop in the floor. He tugs you after him as he lets the radio play.

You let him take you into the bathroom. He’s intent on his mission. He drops the chain, the links hitting the floor heavily. You stare at it, just for a second, not too long for your heart to spike.

He bends over the tub and cranks the faucet. You watch him, fingers tingling, as he puts in the stop and holds his hand under the water’s flow. Stay calm.

You move closer to him as he undresses. You help him lift his shirt and you pet the soft hair along his torso. He turns to you, that foggy look in his eyes. You bring your hands to his pants and undo them, biting your lip as you hold his gaze.

You pull down his pants and let them fall down his thick legs. You tilt your head at the sudden thought, tweaking your ear towards the music. He reaches to stroke your chin.

“What is it, honey?” He snarls.

“This song,” you stop and listen to The Ronettes' iconic beat, “can I turn it up?”

He rolls his thumb across your chin and exhales, “sure, honey. I like this one too.”

You smile and shift your head, taking his thumb into your mouth. His eyes round as you swirl your tongue around his salty fingertip. You pop your lips off as he sighs.

“I’ll be right back.”

“Mmm, baby,” he breathes.

You turn slowly, measuring your steps and your heartbeat. You go out into the kitchen, the chain rattling with each step. You peer around, taking in the place. You hear the water swish as he lowers himself into the tub. You peek over as the end of the chain trails just outside the bathroom.

You stop by the radio and glance over your shoulder. Now. You turn up the radio, just loud enough. You bend and tug the chain inch by inch towards you, the noise disguised by the drumbeat. You coil it around your hand, allowing enough for you to walk.

You peer over at the bathroom doorway.

“I’ll bring towels,” you call over the music.

“Hurry,” he booms back as he lets out another gritty sigh, “baby, I need you.”

You turn without hesitation. This is it. You march into the front room and to the front door. Of course he wouldn’t lock it, not with the cuff on your ankle hooked to the loop. You glance over at the hook in the floor and steel yourself.

You open the door, lifting it on the hinges to keep it quiet. The radio drones behind you as you let yourself out into the cool air. You take one step, then the other, each one quicker than the last. You approach the trees and take a breath.

It’s now or never.

You plunge into the woods, your gait uneven as you run with the chain yank with each step. You don’t know where you’re going or where to go, you just need to get far away from here. You can’t live like this. You can’t die like this.

Your feet hit the forest floor, unfeeling to the jab of sharp rocks and the scratch of twigs. Don’t look back, just go, just go. You sprint until your lungs burn, until your mouth is parched and scratchy, until your limbs ache.

You stumble onto the ground and gulp. You can’t go any further. You’re too weak.

You shake on your hands and knees, fighting to catch your breath, trying to urge yourself on. 

Then you hear it. A giggle. A chirpish yelp and the splash of water. People? You crawl forward towards the noise. You lift yourself to look over the overturned trunk at the edge of the incline. There’s a lake below, there’s bodies splashing through the waters, screaming and laughing.

Oh, god! You stand and throw your hand up, mustering your strength to cry out. Help!

As you open your mouth, your voice shrivels up as your throat is clamped in a vice. You're dragged back away from the drop off and turned to face your villain. Clark stands naked amid the trees, seeming as towering and thick as any of them, as he grips your neck. He lifts you off your feet, your toes dangling above the ground.

You claw at his forearm as you wheezes. Your eyes well as he glares at you, shaking with rage. The chain falls from your hand and hits the floor, weighing on your ankle. He bears his teeth and hisses.

“Why would you do this?”

You can’t speak. Your head throbs as you reach to bat at his chest, begging silently for him to release you. ‘Sorry…’ you mouth, ‘sorry…’

“I love you, sweetie, I love you so much,” his voice quakes as he squeezes tighter, “why did you do this?”

Your lips open and close as your head swells violently. Your arms feel heavy as you grasp at him desperately. I can do better, I can do better. Just one more chance, honey. Please.

“You’re the one, you’re the one,” he chants tearfully, “I never loved anyone like I love you.”

“Cl-Clark,” you force out, “ple-ease—”

“No,” he crushes your throat so not a single wisp can get through, “I will never… love anyone that way I love you. Never…”

Your cheek twitches as your lashes glazes with tears. Your heart pounds in your chest as your mind swirls. His eyes fill with red light, glowing hotter and hotter. You see yourself in the scarlet glare; you in your tub, reading your favourite novel, that first day at the office when you nervously introduced yourself, your days in school, running between classes, your high school graduation, the little girl dancing in the fields, a princess out of time.

You see it all behind you and you see the emptiness ahead of you. You shake your head above his grip and use the last of your effort to mouth the words to him. The truth.

‘I….’ you make certain the movement is clear, even as your eyes threaten to roll into your skull, ‘hate.’ Your lips twist in a cruel smirk, ‘you.’

Your head lolls and you stare into his glowing irises. You’re ready. This is ever after. 

The world is consumed in a red flash and a striking heat. It sears to the bone and ends just as quickly. All is black and gone. A life burnt to cinder.

Stayed tuned for the epilogue

[xoxochb]

HAPPY 800!! IM SO PROUD OF YOU SICKLESMOOCBITYKINS!! Im here to request.. Percy Jackson X reader with the 🧁 emoji! like a cute little baking fic maybe a little make out moment🤫 well that’s really it! as always thank you if you do make this! And once again CONGRATULATIONS!! YOU DESERVE THIS MILESTONE 🧸💞

⋆·˚ ༘ * blue cupcakes

warnings: make out but that’s it pairing: percy jackson x fem! reader a/n: thank you SO much angel I’m literally in love with you

event list

“put it down”

your angry glare makes percy place down the tiny bottle of blue food dye with a pout

“thank you”

you smile in victory and continue scooping the batter from the mixing bowl, and pouring it in the cupcake wrappers. percy doesn’t want to settle for boring vanilla cupcakes— they need to be blue. when he thinks you aren’t looking he picks the bottle back up and squeezes two drops of blue food dye into the batter. you notice and gasp

“perseus!”

he places the bottle back down. “please! just a few blue cupcakes?”

“I don’t have a choice anymore” you dramatically throw your hands up and then grab a spoon the mix the coloring into the batter. percy squeezes two more drops into the bowl. “what do you think you’re doing?”

“you need more or they’ll come out green”

you roll your eyes and groan, nonetheless continuing to mix. when you finish you pour the rest of the batter into the remaining cupcake wrappers

“okay now we need to put these in the oven. open it up for me”

“yes ma’am” percy walks to the oven and opens the door, allowing you to slide the pan in smoothly then you take off your cooking mittens and throw them on the counter

“how long do these go in here for?”

“seventeen minutes”

percy puts the oven timer to 00:17 and turns it on, letting the cupcakes bake before trapping you between his arms against the counter. you cross your arms and look up at him

“what do we do now?”

you purse your lips. “wait. we still have to clean up too”

percy doesn’t listen to a word you say. you know this because his gaze is stuck on your lips. and unsurprisingly he connects his own lips with yours and moves his arms around your waist to pull you closer. and on what planet would you not want this? in what universe? none of them. absolutely none. he put you in a complete lovestruck bliss, wrapping your arms around his neck you felt insanely happy. as much as you seemed annoyed with his silly antics and relentless teasing— you weren’t. your knees felt as if they might give out underneath you at any moment. no matter how many times he kissed you it was always the same as the first, like this was the last time he would be able to; needy, affectionate

when percy’s hands find their way under your shirt you gasp at the cold sensation and he pulls away with a laugh and settles for planting kisses to your neck

“percy” you manage breathe out “we- why-”

you can’t physically or mentally put together a full sentence and decide on waiting until he pulls himself off of you. or you do it first

you place your hands on his chest to refrain him. “how about we save this for later? we have to clean first”

“or” kiss to your neck “we clean later” he mutters in a low voice making you shiver. stupid percy and the stupid effect he has over you. his fingers wrap around your belt loops, pulling your hips into his. gods of olympus he could’ve asked you to kill someone and you would’ve done so. and as he expected you gave in,

“you have seven minutes, make this quick”

[tickly-trashcan]

Famous Cookies {Cole, Kai, Jay, Lloyd, and Zane}

Hear Me Out Cake Event!

A/N: omg I wrote this instead of doing my reading for my history class LOL this is such a silly fic i think but also... these guys are silly so it fits!!! I don't have much to say lol aside from enjoy and maybe eat a cookie with this bc i want chocolate chunk cookies now after writing this sob sob...

(Cole was requested anonymously, so I hope this finds you somehow hehe!!)

Summary: Zane is making his famous chocolate chunk cookies... what could go wrong?

Word Count: 1.4k (under the cut!)

Whenever Zane made his famous chocolate chunk cookies, it was chaos. Lloyd had almost started crying once over not getting to try one when he was younger, Jay had licked every cookie once in hopes of keeping the other ninja from eating them, and even Kai had hidden the cookies away under his bed once so that only he could eat them.

But Zane could never say no to his fellow ninja when they asked him to make them. That said, he would never tell them exactly when he was making them. This was partly to avoid having more chaos during the baking process, which Zane preferred to keep as peaceful as possible.

“Mmm, it smells good in here, Zane,” Cole said as he walked into the kitchen. His eyes widened as he saw what Zane was pulling out of the oven and he jumped on his tip toes. “Are those the chocolate chunk cookies? Can I have one??”

Zane shook his head, setting the baking pan on the stovetop to cool. “Not yet, they need to cool.”

Cole whined. “Aww, man…”

Zane smiled softly at Cole as he scooped some more cookies onto another sheet. He popped it into the oven and then turned to Cole and handed him the spatula that had some cookie dough on it.

“You can lick it if you want. Just don’t tell anyone else.”

Cole beamed and began to lick at the spatula, humming contently at the delicious taste. “Oh, Zane, this is so good… Now I want a cookie even more!”

Zane chuckled and checked the timer on the batch that was in the oven. “Well, when the first batch cools down, you can have one. It should only be a half an hour.”

Cole groaned. “That’s too long!!” Zane raised an eyebrow and Cole folded his arms. “But I can wait… Your cookies are worth it.”

Zane smiled proudly and took the baked cookies off the sheet, placing them gently onto a cooling rack. The chocolate was still melty, making the cookies extra soft, so he had to handle them with care.

Cole lingered around the kitchen while Zane continued to bake, the two of them chatting about this and that while Zane took cookies out and put more in. After a little while, the first batch of cookies had cooled enough to be handled and eaten, so Zane gestured for Cole to grab one.

“Oho! They’re still warm,” Cole was practically drooling as he looked at the cookies, trying to pick the best looking one. He picked up one with a lot of chocolate chunks in it and took a big bite, letting out a content sigh. “You need to make a million of these and open a bakery… No, actually don’t do that. Then I’d have to share with more people. And I’d also have to pay for them.”

Zane laughed, picking up a cookie for himself as Cole slowly ate and savored the rest of his. As they ate, the smell of freshly baked cookies made its way through the Bounty, and slowly, the rest of the ninja began to wander into the kitchen in search of chocolate chunk cookies.

“Oh man, Zane! They taste so yummy!” Jay said with a laugh as he went to pick up his third cookie.

Kai gave Jay a look. “Save some for us, Jay!”

“You already had two, Kai. Chill out!” Lloyd chuckled, taking another cookie and taking a bite. “Ohh… They get better and better with every bite.”

Cole was also on his third cookie. He took the last bite and hummed, leaning against the fridge. “The dough tasted pretty good, too.”

Everyone’s head whipped around to look at Cole. He jumped slightly at the sudden attention and chuckled. “Uhh… what?”

Zane looked between Cole and the rest of the ninja, watching with mild worry. No one else had ever tried the cookie dough before, and now Zane was regretting letting Cole try it.

“You… You got to try the dough?” Jay said slowly.

Cole gulped, realizing where this was going. “Uhm… no?”

“You just said it tasted good…” Kai raised an eyebrow.

Cole looked to Zane for help, and Zane only shrugged. “I told you not to tell anyone else…”

The three of them exchanged a look, looked down at the remaining cookies that they held, and quickly ate them before turning back to Cole. He began to giggle slightly, both from being nervous and from the fact that Kai, Jay, and Lloyd hardly looked menacing with the melted chocolate all over their cheeks.

“Zane!” Cole looked one last time to Zane, but was met again with a shrug, though this one was slightly more apologetic. “C’mon, guys, it’s not that serious! The next time he makes cookies you guys can just ask him for the spatula!”

“It’s not fair that you got the spatula, Cole!” Jay grumbled, poking Cole’s tummy. “All that delicious cookie dough ended up there!”

Cole squeaked and began to giggle more, fully backed up against the fridge. Kai narrowed his eyes at Cole. “Now you’re laughing at us? You think that it’s funny that we didn’t get any cookie dough?”

“I dohon’t! Seriously, guys!”

Jay and Kai exchanged a look and then they glanced at Lloyd. “What do you think, kiddo? Think we should get him back for eating the cookie dough?”

Lloyd looked at Cole with a raised eyebrow. Then, he smirked. “I think that sounds like a good plan.”

“No, wait–!”

But Cole could not do anything to stop the ninja from pouncing on him. Zane watched as Cole ran, made it about three feet, and was then dragged to the ground before bursting into laughter as Kai, Jay, and Lloyd began to tickle him.

“Wahahahait! No, plehehehease! Why tickles?!” Cole wailed, pounding his fists into the ground as he was tickled by the three of them.

Jay sat on Cole’s back and was scribbling his fingers under his arms and along his upper ribs, making him squeal. “Well, if we used violence, I don’t think Zane would make the cookies again.”

“I don’t know if I approve of this, either!” Zane said with a laugh, leaning against the wall as he watched Cole slowly dissolve into frantic laughter.

“Thehehehen help me, Zahahahane!!” Cole shrieked, but Zane only chuckled and shook his head in response.

Kai sat back-to-back with Jay on Cole’s waist and was kneading his hips, which Cole could barely move with the two of them on top of him. “Hey, maybe if we tickle Cole enough, we could convince Zane to make another batch of cookies.”

“Whahahahat?! Don’t do thahahahat!!” Cole whined, trying to twist around and failing.

Zane raised an eyebrow. “Are you trying to ransom cookies out of me…?”

Lloyd, who was sitting on Cole’s calves and skittering his fingers along the backs of his knees, shrugged. “Hey, if we can get more cookies out of it, we might as well.”

“Stop using mehehehe!! Zahahahane, don’t make mohohore!”

“Now he’s trying to sabotage us! He’s trying to hoard the dough for himself… Lloyd, get his feet!” Jay commanded.

Cole screeched when Lloyd switched to tickling his feet. “NOHohoHO!!”

Zane, who realized the situation was getting out of hand, finally intervened. “If I make another batch of cookies right now, will you guys leave Cole alone?”

“Potentially…” Jay said with a slight tease in his voice. Kai nudged him with his elbow and Jay winced. “Yes, yes! We’ll leave him alone if you make more!”

Zane looked over at the cookies that still had not been eaten. Well, he knew that even if he made more, they would be eaten just as fast…

“Alright, I’ll make some more right now,” Zane said with a small smile. “Now leave Cole alone.”

Almost immediately, Kai and Lloyd relented. Jay got in a few more pokes and then got off of him as well, leaving Cole a panting mess face-down on the floor. Zane helped him up after he caught his breath.

Cole shot a few glares at the three ninja who had tickled him to bits, but then looked at Zane with a pout. “You’re gonna make more cookies?”

Zane nodded his head. “Yes, yes, don’t worry. And everyone will get to try the dough since that was clearly an important part of this… event.”

Kai, Jay, and Lloyd all sat down at the kitchen table with Cole while Zane got to work on another batch. As he worked, they talked and chatted, and each ninja got a small ball of the delicious cookie dough before Zane popped the rest into the oven, making even more cookies to share with the group that he loved the most.