#i wanna make broccoli cheddar soup…..

[biohazard-inevitable]

Wanna come back to my place for some fun?~~~~

What? No i dont want to have sex with you- I was gonna give you a whole 3 course meal but noooooooooooo

[random-writer-23]

Logan with a reader who loves to cook for him?? I’m from the south and food is a love letter here!! 😤 deer steak, peach cobbler, biscuits and gravy!!!

Need to fatten him up before the Canadian winter gets to him 🥺 come home Logan your dinners gettin cold

~~~Wonderful request gorgeous!!!! Had my stomach grumbling while I was writing it. I hope you enjoy it and that this is at least somewhere along the lines of what you were looking for!! This was the only photo of Logan I could find where he’s eating~~~

~~~On a separate note, I'm sorry I've been away for a bit y'all I've been having a rough time, my nana passed away recently so I've been struggling with that. I may be posting less frequently for a while, hope y'all understand. But I did wanna get back into writing and I feel this is the perfect request to write to make my return. My nana was always making that good Southern food for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Her collard greens had to be the best I've ever had in my life, her broccoli casserole, mac and cheese, biscuits the whole shebang. She always had me in the kitchen with her insisting I learn how to make everything so I could carry on her recipes so when I saw this request I knew I had to pull out her recipe book. I know she'd also want me to go back to writing cause she loved Wolverine. She never got to see Deadpool and Wolverine but I showed her the clip where Hugh's shirt explodes and she went WOWIE! and watched it at least 10 times so I feel this is a good way to honor her memory, she'd want me to be thinking about Hugh Jackman. Nana this one is for you I love you.~~~

~~~Mostly fluff, implied oral at the end but nothing is explicitly written, also mostly unedited cause it's just a quick little thing~~~

I focus on my Nana's broccoli casserole recipe in front of me, carefully mixing the blend of cream of mushroom soup, eggs, onions and mayonnaise in a bowl until it’s thick and creamy. I pull the bag of broccoli florets out of the freezer and add them to the mixture taking care to make sure they’re thoroughly coated. I take some of the cheddar cheese shreds and sprinkle it into the bowl stirring it in thoroughly before pouring the ingredients into a dish. I take extra care in sprinkling whatever shredded cheese I have left on the top of the casserole. I read from my Nana's recipe, crumbling up a few packets of Ritz crackers, and sprinkling the crumbs along the top of the casserole alongside the shredded cheese, just as she taught me when I was little. I grab my oven mitts opening the oven door, gripping the casserole dish tightly in my hands, slipping it into the oven. I set the oven timer to 45 minutes, pulling my oven mitts off. I turn my attention back to the pots on the stove, lifting up the lids to check on my collard greens and mashed potatoes. As soon as I lift the lids up the sweet aroma of a home-cooked meal fills the kitchen. A smile making its way onto my face. I begin clearing the table setting up the placemats and getting the plates and silverware ready. I jump slightly as the front door opens and closes, Logan's voice wafting through the air. “Darlin I’m home!” He calls out and I grin as I hear his voice, I poke my head out of the kitchen and I sight watch him kicking off his shoes at the front door. He looks up catching sight of me and I watch him take a deep breath inhaling the smell of my cooking. “Something smells delicious” He chuckles taking a few steps towards me, I step out of the kitchen, meeting him halfway and his eyes roam my figure hungrily taking in the sight of me in my apron. “And something else looks delicious” He chuckles wrapping his arms around me.

“Hi baby” I grin, giggling as he nuzzles his nose against the top of my head, “have a good day?” I ask softly, and he grunts running his hands through my hair and kissing the top of my head. 

“Better now I’m with you” He chuckles gruffly holding me tighter and I smile, “So whatcha got cooking for me” he pulls away slightly, his hand cupping my face, tucking my hair behind my ear, his other hand finding its place on my lower back.

“Hmm, some broccoli casserole, mashed potatoes, collard greens…” I grin looking up at him, fingers lightly tracing shapes on his chest. He groans, his lips falling down to mine in a passionate kiss. 

“Oh darlin you treat me so well” He chuckles, his lips falling from mine, ghosting along my jaw where he presses light kisses against it. His lips kiss down my neck and I let my head fall back slowly as he nips gently at the skin of my collarbone “Always cooking delicious meals f’me” he groans lightly, burying his nose in the crook of my neck inhaling deeply.

“Well you take such good care of me, only fair I take care of you too” I giggle.

“And you do it wonderfully” he grins, tightening his hold on me, I wrap my arms around his neck. “I appreciate everything you do for me" He kisses me, murmuring against my lips "lemme show you how much” He kisses me again, his hands leaving my lower back to palm at the fat of my thighs, massaging the skin rhythmically. I giggle leaning into his touch, closing my eyes only to have them spring open at the sound of the oven alarm going off I chuckle lightly as he groans loudly at the interruption. Keeping his forehead pressed against mine.

“Baby as much as I’d love that,  I gotta go check on the food… can’t let it burn” I say softly pushing lightly against his chest and he grumbles reluctantly letting me go. 

“Fine fine, just so all your hard work doesn’t go to waste” He grumbles and I smile patting his cheek lightly, weaseling out of his arms and walking back into the kitchen. He trails after me sniffing the air, humming quietly to himself. I grab a pair of oven mitts, opening the oven taking the food out putting the dish on the kitchen counter. I turn the stovetop off stirring the collard greens and mashed potatoes one last time before grabbing two plates gently scooping a large portion of food onto Logan's plate. Repeating the process and scooping a slightly smaller portion onto mine. I hand the plates over to Logan who sets them down on the table pulling my chair out for me. 

“Thanks honey” I grin and he pushes my chair in when I sit down, he grins at me slyly pouring me a glass of wine. Pouring another for himself before settling himself in the chair on the opposite side of the table. I take a small bite of each food giving it a small taste test, while Logan across the table digs in like a man starved, practically scarfing down his food. I chuckle lightly sipping my glass of wine. 

“Oh baby you outdid yourself” He mumbles through a mouthful of food, making me laugh. “Absolutely delicious” He compliments and I smile. 

“Used Nana’s recipe” I grin, “same one she used for Thanksgiving dinner” I chuckle, scooping up another forkful of food and guiding it into my mouth. “well thank you, Nana” He chuckles raising his glass of wine, waiting till I tap mine against his, before he takes a sip. It doesn’t take too long for us to finish up our food and I start to stand up as soon as Logan's plate is cleared, reaching across the table to grab it from him, but he tsks shaking his head at me. “Oh no you don’t” he says making me pause my movements my hand hovering over his empty plate. He smiles walking behind me putting his hands on my shoulders massaging gently kissing the back of my neck, gently pushing me back down into my chair.

“What?” I laugh, letting him guide me back into my chair.

“You cooked, which means I do dishes” He insists, and I chuckle.

“Alright, alright” I smile watching as he clears the plates from the table, he puts all the leftovers in containers and stores them in the fridge. Carrying the pots to the sink pouring soap in the pots letting the hot water run and fill them up. I watch him from my seat at the table taking another sip of wine, watching the muscles in Logan's arms flex as he scrubs the pots and pans rinsing them of soap before putting them in the dish rack to dry. He grabs a tea towel using it to dry his hands, as he turns around leaning back against the kitchen counter, his gaze landing on my figure. 

“Well I’m stuffed” he smiles setting the tea towel aside, “but…” He grins standing behind my chair massaging my shoulders again. He takes my hand tugging me out of my chair, holding me close to him, kissing me softly hands gripping my thighs, lifting me up slightly to sit on the dining table. He pulls my body to the edge of the table, making me lay back leaning on my elbows. He pulls up the chair I was previously sitting on, perching himself on the edge of my chair. He pulls my shorts off, my panties following not far behind. He tosses them aside letting them land in a forgotten corner of the room, his lips trailing along my thighs kissing them gently groaning softly at the taste of my skin. He grips my thighs guiding my legs over his shoulders, biting softly at my upper thighs, “I think I’ve saved just enough room for dessert” He purrs, his head dipping down between my legs. 

[tenswrld]

soup!

mark lee x reader, super fluffy bc this is my literal bf and he makes me want to cry 25/8

a/n: mark brainrot has been so bad lately the delusions are getting to me

“where do you wanna go for lunch today?” you asked your boyfriend, who was currently mindlessly scrolling through his phone. 

it was mark’s day off from his tour, leaving you and him to explore chicago on your own. like the lovely significant other you are, you decided to treat mark out for lunch as a way to reward him for all the hard work that he’s been doing.

“uhm,” he thought for a second before letting out an awkward laugh. “i don’t really know what’s around here.”

you thought about taking him somewhere fancy; somewhere where you could proudly treat your boyfriend to expensive ass food (even if it did leave you and your wallet crying by the end of the night) because, to you, mark deserved nothing but the absolute best. thus, you began to search for some of the more famous spots in chicago. a curious hum from your lover quickly interrupted you and caught your attention.

“johnny was talking about this one place he used to go to all the time,” he trailed off, trying to remember the name. “it’s, like, a bakery...?”

“a bakery...” you mumbled to yourself, smiling at the idea. “that would be cute!”

“i think it was called panera...?” mark sat up, ready to call johnny to confirm if his memory was correct. “yeah, i’m pretty sure that’s what it was called.”

you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “you want to go to panera?”

mark smiled at the sound of your laughter and turned to look at you. “yeah, i’m down! i want to see what johnny was raving about.”

“it’s not all that fancy though, just a warning,” you replied. not that there was anything wrong with panera, but you wanted to treat mark to something...better than panera.

mark shrugged, moving a stray piece of hair out of your eyes. “i don’t care about that. as long as i get to spend time with you, i can eat anything.”

flushed, you looked away and stood up, pulling mark up with you. “alright! panera it is!”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

the two of you stood aside as you browsed the menu together. you hummed nostalgically with a soft smile on your face as you took in the atmosphere.

“you know, i used to come to panera a lot when i was in high school, too,” you told your boyfriend (who was meticulously observing his different options of soup).

at this, mark turned his head to you. “really? that’s dope, i didn’t know that.” the excitement in his voice made you chuckle, finding your boyfriend extremely endearing. “okay, should i get the chicken soup, or the broccoli cheddar? what vibe are we feeling today?”

after a moment, you leaned into his shoulder. “how about the chicken soup? we can share that and i can get us a pizza to share too.”

mark nodded and placed a soft kiss on your head, silently agreeing to your proposal. he let out a sudden gasp, catching you off guard. “woah, wait, you can get your soup in a bread bowl?” he looked at you as if to get your opinion and was only met with a fond smile. he took that as a way of you saying you liked the idea as much as he did. “dude, let’s do that.”

“i’ll order, you can find us a place to sit.” you gently pushed mark, determined to pay for your guys’ meal today.

mark frowned, keeping close to your side. “what? no, no, i can order, you should go sit.”

you placed your hands on mark’s shoulders, stopping him in his place. “let me treat you today, okay? you deserve it.” after mark made no effort to move, you pleaded one more time. “please? let me do this for you.”

although reluctant, mark eventually gave into you. he placed a quick peck on your cheek before turning around to go find a table for you two. “i’m treating us to dessert after this, then.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

“oh my god.”

you couldn’t help but laugh at the way that mark marveled at the food in front of him. he happily took photos of his bread bowl (and the pizza, but he was more excited about the bread bowl), and insisted on taking cute photos of you despite your constant whining about not being photogenic enough. you also took photos of mark, though he was too focused on the soup to notice that you were. 

mark dipped his spoon into the soup and raised it towards you, urging you to take the first bite (slurp ??). “here, taste it.”

leaning over the table, you hummed happily at the taste of the warm soup. maybe it was because of the cold weather in chicago, but the soup tasted especially good (or, maybe it was because you were eating it with the person you loved the most). “wow, that’s really good!”

mark took a napkin and wiped at a small drop of soup that dripped onto your chin before bringing the spoon to his mouth as well. leaning back in his seat, mark sighed in content, very clearly enjoying the soup. “damn,” he said after a second. “that’s some good soup. i see why you and johnny would come here all the time.”

“i think i only ever got the mac n cheese so, this is pretty new for me too,” you admitted, laughing at the look of disbelief on your boyfriend’s face.

“all those choices and you chose mac n cheese?” he teased you before feeding you another spoonful of soup.

“hey, the mac n cheese is really good, okay? and i was, like, sixteen.” you pouted at him.

“yeah, sixteen and clearly missing out on some good soup.” mark laughed at you, wincing after you gently kicked him under the table. “maybe we’ll have to come back sometime so you can treat me to this famous mac n cheese.”

smiling and reaching over to gently poke at his free hand, you agreed. “i think panera dates should be our thing whenever we come to the u.s., hm?”

mark shrugged. “that would be cool. i would eat anywhere with you, you know.” he took your hand in his and played with your fingers as he stared fondly at you.

you scrunched up your nose, feigning disgust. “you’re so corny.” mark only let out a soft chuckle and squeezed your hand that was still held in his.

“thanks for lunch today. you didn’t have to do that,” he thanked you softly, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

“i wanted to treat you out today. you’ve been working really hard, it’s the least that i could do,” you confessed to him. “you’re doing great, you know? i don’t think i tell you that enough.”

dipping his head down, mark let out small noises of embarrassment. “don’t say things like that, you’re gonna make me blush.” he tried to fight the smile that was slowly growing on his face, but it was no use. “thank you, y/n. i love you.”

you pressed a quick kiss to his knuckles, your heart swelling at his words. “i love you too. now let’s fuck up this food!”

[beck-a-leck]

I wanna do soup for dinner one of these upcoming days. But i can't make up my mind about what kind of soup i wanna make.

So I'm outsourcing my decision making/grocery list to y'all!

[jbarneswilson]

what are your three favorite things to cook? (don't stress.. if 3 favorites is too hard just give me three things you like to make :)

hi grace! what a fun question!

chicken thighs - it is very important that they be bone-in and skin-on so you get the delicious crispy skin! my kid loves my cilantro-lime ones. i whack the oven up to 400F/425F, put them on a baking sheet, lots of lime juice, garlic salt, black pepper, and cilantro (dry or fresh, does not matter). you can marinate them overnight if you wanna. sometimes i stab the chicken a lil so the like juice really gets in there. my kid’s a big fan of roasted broccoli/cauliflower/carrots seasoned with mccormick montreal steak seasoning to go with it or roasted green beans or roasted (or steamed!) brussels sprouts

broccoli cauliflower soup! the cauliflower makes it so deliciously creamy 😋 sometimes i’ll add some rice and/or crispy kielbasa (skinless tastes better!) to it. nobody is gonna stop you from using pre-cut broccoli and cauliflower btw. also, a good chicken or beef broth instead of water really amps up the flavor. or you can use your own homemade broth if, unlike me, you actually take those veggies out of the freezer and turn ‘em into stock. (one time i was out of cauliflower and used a package of frozen cauliflower rice and my kid thought it was the tastiest thing ever so, ya know, do what ya want 🤷🏾‍♀️)

lamb breast! i fuckin’ LOVE cooking this! i make my own marinade (dijon mustard is the base and that is ALL i will say!), i marinate it for AT LEAST 24 hours, then i put it in the oven. i start at 300F for about 30 minutes (i don’t time anything unless i’m baking) then turn it down to 250. low and slow is best. i usually baste it a few times an hour. for this deliciousness i usually make mashed potatoes with unsweetened coconut milk, garlic salt, black pepper, dried parsley, and vegan cheddar cheese. i also do roasted broccolini drizzled with olive oil, kosher salt, black pepper and i finish it with lemon juice when it comes out of the oven

[hollowtones]

theres this local soup mix brand that has a little shelf in Grocery Store and by far the best one (so far) is the potato leek soup and by far the worst one (so far) is the cheesey potato leek soup. going to try a bean type soup tonight and looking forward to it

I had a potato leek soup from a grocery store once and it was fine. I feel like a ready-made cheese soup from the store would be easy to do poorly. This is unrelated, but I just remembered I've never had broccoli cheddar soup before. I know my wife likes it, though, so I wanna learn how to make it.

BTW, this message was sent to me at the beginning of the month. I hope your bean type soup from 3 weeks ago was good.

[violetgreenlife]

Random life tips from someone who is 24

If you only learn to make one thing, make it a good cheese sauce. Congrats, now you know how to make broccoli cheddar soup, Mac n cheese, and nachos, just changing the texture and seasonings.

And pasta boxes lie about times if it says 7-8 minutes it should be 5-6

Speaking of seasoning you don’t need to buy taco seasoning packets: a basic taco seasoning is 3 parts salt, 3 parts garlic powder, 2 parts cumin, 2 parts paprika, 1 part cayenne, 1 part chili powder. Adjust for spice preference. I just keep mine in a jar.

Every six months or so, flip your mattress over. When you do, sprinkle it with baking soda, leave it for a few minutes, then vacuum it.

For the love of god don’t let sweat in skin folds sit. Underboob? Washed. Daily. Dried completely. Use a hair dryer if you need to. If you’re washing your face and brushing your teeth before bed you are taking a damp soapy cloth and wiping any skin folds you have. I’m well aware this is a hassle, do it anyway. (Sincerely, chronic yeast rashes I’ve been fighting on and off every summer for four years)

If you’re gonna pop pimples regardless of what people say, put some damn ointment on them afterwords. Polysporin, not neosporin, it works just as well and is less likely to cause reactions. And make sure you actually get all the pimple guts out cause otherwise they just come back worse tomorrow!

You’re supposed to clean your pillows. Standard fluff ones can go in the washer and dryer, down pillows can be left in the sun n turned over after a while (uv rays are useful sometimes it turns out) and the weird foam cube ones… I dunno I just do the sun sanitizing one cause I’m too scared to put ours in the wash.

If you wanna air out your blankets but it’s raining (or perhaps, because it’s raining) you can open windows and drape the blanket over the curtain rod

Your eyes need sun protection too

Speaking of: if you’re gonna be out in the sun with no hat, pull your hair back with no visible part, that way your scalp doesn’t have a big open spot

[gatsby-system-folks]

I've got 4 recipes hereeeee

Are you telling me a mixed vegetables fried this rice

Get your vegetables. I used frozen vegetables like a loser but any vegetables oughtta work. Steamed broccoli would be good. Green beans, carrots, and corn was what I used and it slapped.

Make some rice (boil water, add about half as much rice with the understanding that rice grows, simmer for for 10-15 minutes or until it's about as soft as you want it LOOK AT ME: POKE IT WITH A SPOON DO NOT TOUCH THE BOILING RICE WITH YOUR FINGER, fluff and serve)

Butter a frying pan and heat it

Put the rice and veg in the frying pan and let them heat up for a short while. They'll sound pretty when it's ready.

Then crack in an egg.

And scramble it.

I always make my fried rice pretty soft cooked but you can get it crispy if so desired

Easy on the soy sauce. Use sesame seed oil too.

In total, including clean up and buffer time it takes about an hour, but it could take longer or shorter depending on how fast you cook.

Boujee botato burrito

This one's stupid

But it tastes GOOD

Prepare some steak fries however you like to prepare stake fries. I deep fry and my mama bakes them. Air fryer, pan fried, cooked over an open flame idc.

Get a tortilla. Not a tiny one either, we're working with steak fries here.

Here me out. I know this is stupid but AMERICAN CHEESE is actually best in this case. It's got a good texture. And juuuust enough flavor to compliment and give the burrito a little grounding without becoming a main aspect of the dish.

So put your tortilla on your Large Heating Surface Of Choice, I use a grill but whatevers big enough, a frying pan would work, and toast it and melt the cheese a little.

Then put on your fries.

Then, and I need a citation for this because I do not know the exact combination of herbs but use Cajun seasoning. Look up badia cajun seasoning and use that. Or season to taste, you want a slightly sweet and spicy blend, kinda like the seasoning on a barbecue chip but more Green and Yellow

Then top it with romaine lettuce and wrap it.

Or other lettuce or maybe spinach, but you don't want to overload the flavor.

This one takes much less time, the longest part is cooking the fries, I'd say about 20 minutes total, even with clean up.

It tastes.. in the same ballpark as a gyro. Not the same at all, but like if a gyro had a cousin from Weeki Wochi Springs (and... that's pretty accurate actually. As someone who is intimately familiar with the Really Sweaty parts of florida and is reasonably familiar with our next door flood buddy (louisianna) and the food from both places. Look if you've ever been to Natchitoches, LA and try food from there you'll know what I mean)

Thor's comfort food

That's a fucking stupid name sorry

It's soup. So we're clear.

This is borderline stew, and is something to make to feed you for several days, it's very hearty.

And this is a leftover soup! But it doesn't have to be you can make it fresh if you want to.

But chop up some fries and chicken (I used leftover steak fries and chicken tenders, which have a story behind them but not for here, I'm not that southern)

Put them in a deep pot with some butter to start getting them warm. The chicken needs to be all the way cooked beforehand, this is where the leftover part comes in handy. The steak fries less so but yk

When they're warm and popping a little, add a can of cream of chicken soup, milk, cheddar and mozzarella cheese, SALT, chili seasoning, a shake of Tony chachere's, (that's pronounced SaShaRay's if you wanna ask for it at a grocery store), and a dash of honey mustard.

Let it warm and mingle on high heat until it tastes super good.

Put aside and make some rice (sea above). Yellow or brown rice would be SO GOOD with this, especially yellow rice. I only had white on hand tho loll

Mix the rice into the soup, and heat it up again to serving temp.

I'd serve it with some nutty bread. Not pumpernickel or white bread. Rye would be good. Or even just some standard wheat bread. Maybe some cheddar biscuits or cornbread lol.

This one takes much longer just by nature, I'd give it an hour to an hour and a half, clean up included.

This one doesn't have a name right now lol

Goat cheese

Blueberries

Honey

Rosemary if you're a homestuck (or have good taste in herbs)

Put it in a (oven safe) bowl or even straight on some thick bread (foccacia would work well. That's fecasha if you've never seen the word written out. Horse divorce).

Put it in the oven, or better, a toaster oven (not a microwave)

Heat it until the berries and goat cheese get soft

Blend it all together

Serve..

It takes maybe 15mins

[tboyluvtgirls]

Its beef beer and barley. very winter soup for a very ugly bitter day. currently boilin it away.

nursing the other half of the beer i used to make it while sitting cus my feet ache.

What kinda soups you like?

🪳

mmmm that sounds sooo yummy!!! i love all soups n stews, i'm a big classic chicken noodle/rice fan, and then maybe a broccoli cheddar 😋

sit back and enjoy your beer!!! wanna curl up next to you hehe

[carmybears]

Soup Season

pairing: carmy berzatto X reader

summary: it's cold and dreary in Chicago, and reader has one meal on their mind.

(I saw the tags that @omnom808art left on this post and knew there was fic potential there. It just had to finally get cold in [redacted hometown] for me to find it)

word count: 750

Wind howls outside your windows, the skies gray and overcast with the promise of a frigid rainstorm that will be rolling through the city. But inside your apartment, you are cozy and warm as your head rests gently upon Carmy’s chest. The glowing LED of the clock beside your bed tells you that it’s still early, much too early for the rare occasion when both you and Carmy have the day off, but you’re awake anyway, tracing your fingers lazily over the arm that holds you firm to his chest. You close your eyes and take a deep breath as you savor the moment — both you and Carmy unhurried, soft and warm under the enchanting spell of sleep.

“I wanna make you something special for dinner tonight,” Carmy muses, his voice still carrying the slight rasp of sleepiness.

“You don’t have to cook for me on your night off, you know.”

“Sure I do,” he insists as he twines his fingers in yours, bringing your knuckles up to his lips for a featherlight kiss. “I cook for everyone else in the world every other day. Lemme just cook for my favorite person tonight, ok?”

He’s looking down at you with such a soft fondness in his eyes that you relent immediately, nodding in agreement.

“What sounds good to you?”

You stretch your legs out underneath the sheets, toes pointing toward the edge of the mattress where the bedding is cool enough to make you shiver.

“Something warm,” you request as you curl back into the warmth of his body.

As Carmy takes a moment to think, you resume tracing your fingertips along smooth ridges of scar tissue and precise black lines of ink that adorn his forearms and hands.

“Lasagne?” He suggests, and you consider it, fingers pausing over the globe in a Pyrex before shaking your head no.

He mentions a few other dishes — some pasta dishes, a pot roast— but none of them sound quite right until the idea hits you as you tangle your fingers in with his tattooed ones.

“I got it!” You exclaim, sitting up suddenly and leaning over to the nightstand, rummaging around in the top drawer for a moment before finding the Sharpie you’re looking for.

Coyly, you turn back to Carmy and reach out to him.

“Gimme your hand.”

He extends his hand out to you and you take it in yours, turning so that he can’t quite see what you’re doing. You study the lines and shapes of the letters inked onto his fingers before uncapping the marker and doing your best to imitate the style of the lettering.

“What are you doing?” He laughs behind you.

“Adding to your collection,” you say, capping the marker. “And creating the menu for tonight.”

You release his hand back to him and he studies his fingers for a moment, specifically the letter “P” that you’ve added to his pinky – right next to the letters S-O-U.

“Soup?” He chuckles. “You want soup?”

“Yes!” You toss the marker back onto the nightstand.

“Ok but you’ve gotta give me something more specific than that,” Carmy chides, grabbing you around the waist.

“You want tortilla soup?” His fingers dance along your sides as you squirm away from him with a yelp of laughter. “Butternut squash? Minestrone?”

He’s fully tickling you now and you let out a shriek as you try to roll out of reach.

“Tortellini soup? Broccoli cheddar? Chicken and orzo?” His fingers are unrelenting as they seek you out, but he is laughing just as hard as you are.

“Stop, stop!” You cry out, collapsing down onto the pillows. “That actually sounds really good!”

Carmy’s hands still over you and he props himself up on one elbow as he looks at you.  

“Which one?”

“The tortellini— it sounds really tasty.”

“Tortellini soup it is,” he pushes himself up into a sitting position, starting to swing his legs out from under the covers. “I’ll have to just run out and grab a few things.”

“You’re going out in this weather?”

He follows your gaze to the window, where fat drops of rain are now steadily pummeling the glass.

“Ok, maybe coffee first.”

“Mmm, coffee,” you agree. “Also known as caffeine soup.”

“Caffeine s-“ He doesn’t even get the word out before a grin overtakes his face and he’s shaking his head at you as he presses a kiss to your cheek and stands. “One steaming hot cup of caffeine soup coming right up.”

[biohazard-inevitable]

I really need to properly learn how to make more soup from scratch cause I found a local resturant with good as fuck soup but its so fucking expensive but also the soup ingredients are literally perfect for a healthy vegtable intake that I will eat as someone with a hesitancy towards food and like mannnnnnn

I gotta make soup.

I wanna make chicken noodle soup from scratch with carrots

Cheddar broccoli soup with the *best* cheese

Ough french ONION soup??????

Gods i think i’ll try almost anything if its soup.

[breadhungry]

I’m very excited to make chicken dumpling soup today,, soup is my favourite food

[festive]

sobs i remind u of home??? :(((( thats the nicest thing anyones ever said to me.

also i love love soup

You’re always so warm and welcoming, I can’t help but to feel at home around you 🫶🏼

PLEASE I REALLY LOVE SOUP, just earlier I was thinking about how I wanted miso soup.. but I don’t wanna go through the hassle of making it, I also really want broccoli and cheddar soup rn

[whump-me-all-night-long]

you ask for ask I give you ask.

I wanna make soup next week

what soup

oooh ok i don't eat lots of soup, but i do love me a tomato soup with grilled cheese and broccoli cheddar can also be pretty good.

[kumkaniudaku]

Mama

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mama’s! I also hope those who may be experience tough mental states during this time were able to be surrounded by light and love. I care about you and your cute face. 

Little giggles and warnings to be quiet filled the kitchen of the Boseman home, the mid-morning sunshine lighting the brown faces huddled around the counter. The youngest of the group was the only member not covered in one of the ingredients sprawled across the marble surface. On a regular Sunday morning, the area would be kept tidy as CoCo moved around her sanctuary with trained precision to prepare breakfast for the family. But, for one of two special mornings during the year, Chadwick and the kids snuck around to beat Tasha to the punch and do the heavy lifting.

“Daddy, I don’t think Mommy will like this. It looks...nasty.”

Genuine shock flashed across Chadwick’s face before his booming laughter rang out.

“Does it really look nasty, Princess? You tellin’ me you wouldn’t eat some of your mommy’s favorite french toast?”

“Only if mommy makes it. This looks like sad pancakes.”

Chadwick took a look at the dish and silently agreed. 

Tasha had an affinity for brandy soaked French Toast from the moment her late grandmother allowed her to taste a piece when she was young. The dish was always reserved for special occasions and, in special cases, a session of lovemaking that was too incredible to overlook. When CoCo made them, the golden brown pieces of bread sat on the most expensive plates in the house covered in granny smith apples and syrup in all their glory. After Chadwick had taken his stab at the recipe, the results weren’t nearly as picturesque.

Instead of pillowy slices of challah arranged expertly on the plate, Tasha would be met with slightly mushy apples atop pieces of toast with varying shades of brown and the occasional speck of black. The recipe called for two tablespoons of booze, but without the patience to decide if the tablespoon he used was enough, Chadwick opted for a full shot from his wife’s “special” shot glass.

Micah was right. With the bread soaked in alcohol and apple juice, the french toast did look like sad pancakes.

“You know how you didn’t wanna eat broccoli and cheddar soup because you said it looked like snot,” Chadwick asked Micah who nodded in response. “But you liked it because I made it taste good! Well, your mama will like this because I made it taste good even though it looks like snot.”

“And because she thinks we’re cute?”

“Especially because she thinks we’re cute.”

The slow creak of a door opening above their heads made Chadwick wink to Micah with a smile.

“Mama,” Noah exclaimed, clapping his hands together to mimic the way Tasha would greet him with the good morning song and dance.

“I like the way you think, AJ. Let’s go feed Mama.”

Serving tray in hand, Chadwick helped Micah make careful steps up the stairs and to the room. Tasha’s conversation beyond the bathroom door was unusually groggy and slow with morning drowsiness. Some clever planning from Chadwick kept CoCo up past her self-imposed bedtime to buy time for breakfast prep the next morning. His efforts were paying off.

“Yeah ma, I don’t know where they are. It’s too quiet in here,” Tasha informed her mother over the phone.

“Well are you gonna look for ‘em?”

“No. Hopefully they’re out getting my gift. I’ve been dropping hints about an upgraded wedding ring.”

“You haven’t even been married a decade yet.”

“So? A girl could use new diamonds!”

“That boy spoils you rotten, child.”

“He does and I love him.”

Chadwick caught the small sigh on Tasha’s end of the conversation and smiled. She’d been dropping more than hints and the ring. She was making her way into the “let me come out and say it” category day by day.

“It doesn’t matter what I get anyway. I’m more interested in your reaction when you get your gift! I told Daddy to record it.”

“That must be what he’s calling my name for now. I’ll call you with the verdict later.”

CoCo exchanged goodbyes with her mother before dipping into the bathroom to brush her teeth. Her absence gave Chadwick and the kids enough time to slip into the master bathroom unseen and set up her Best Mom Ever surprise. The moment her trophy was placed on the bedside table, CoCo opened the door.

“Happy Mama’s Day!”

A broad smile stretched across CoCo’s face as she clutched her chest and admired their excited faces.

“My babies! Is this for me?”

“Yeah! We got you gifts and a trophy and breakfast!”

“Well I’m excited. Show me what to do!”

While Micah gave her mother instructions, Chadwick took his moment to pepper Tasha’s cheek in kisses.

“Happy Mother’s Day, baby. You the best.”

“Ooh does that mean I got my ring?”

“Of course. I installed the new doorbell last night.”

Backing away from his kiss, Tasha made her disgust known. “Get away and give me my son!”

“Ah don’t be like that, Cookie!”

CoCo playfully shooed her husband away and took her spot in the chair beside their bed to wait for whatever Micah had in store. Her first gift came in a ornate, handmade frame.

“This one is from Noah! It says I love you Mommy.”

Tasha took a look at the rainbow of unintelligible signs and shapes and smiled. “I see the vision. It’s abstract! Thank you, Chunk,” she cooed as she brought Noah up to her lips for a kiss. “What’s next, Mikes?”

“I gots the best gift for you from me. Open it, open it!”

Micah couldn’t stop dancing while she watched Tasha carefully pull apart the ribbon adorning a slender, Tiffany blue box. Tasha fully expected another charm bracelet, but the actual gift was nothing short of confusing.

CoCo looked to Chadwick for answers and received a secretive smile in return.

“What is this baby girl?”

“It’s a magic wand because you’re magic! And it’s glass so that it sparkles.”

The explanation made CoCo melt in her seat. “You think I’m magic?”

“Yeah! You do all the cool stuff like cooking and playing dress up and taking pretty pictures and teaching me how to read. You’re like a fairy!”

“Oh my...I’m gonna cry. Come here, sweetie.”

Micah rushed into her mother’s arms for a huge embrace that seemed to last forever.

“I love it so much, Munchkin. I’ll keep it forever and ever. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Micah exclaimed, unaware of the emotional roller coaster she’d just gifted Tasha.

“Whew, the WATERWORKS. Can you beat that Daddy?”

“Actually,” Chadwick answered, dramatically drawing out the word. “Let’s take a break and eat breakfast. I made you famous brandy French Toast.”

“Mmmm, I-.” Tasha’s face dramatically changed expressions as she watched a steaming hot plate of mush be placed in front of her. “This looks...food-y.”

Chadwick caught the hesitation in her sentence and smiled, “We know it doesn’t look as good as yours, but we know it tastes good.”

“And we’re cute!”

“You guys sure are that. I guess I should dig in?”

“Eat it! Eat it! Eat it!” Micah danced and chanted as Tasha attempted to cut through the thickest and, somehow, driest portion of the bread.

All eyes were on her to watch for her reaction. She chewed and chewed...and chewed some more until she had small enough portions to swallow. The sting of potent bourbon nearly made her choke, but she smiled through the reaction.

“Does it taste good, Mommy.”

“Mhmm,” she answered through pursed lips. “Hey, Mikes, Daddy forgot your being me water. Can you bring me a water bottle from the kitchen?”

Micah jumped at the opportunity to be helpful and dashed out of the room. Once she was out of earshot, Tasha’s eyes grew wide.

“Babe, I think I’m drunk! Did you soak it overnight?!

“I may have gone a smidge too hard but the cinnamon flavor is there right?”

“Hell if I know! I can’t taste anything past liquor,” she laughed. The sound drew Noah’s attention and he craned his head around to kiss her lips. “No, no, baby. Can’t have you tipsy at 9 in the morning.”

Chadwick couldn’t help but laugh at his blunder, but chose not to comment. Instead, he chose to take a seat beside her in the bed and pull out the gift hidden in his pocket.

“Since I did less than stellar with your favorite breakfast, I figure I’d give you this to make up for it.”

He presented her with another Tiffany blue box and Tasha immediately knew that was inside. She rushed to pop the top and squealed when she was met with a beautiful diamond with an engraved band.

“Another wedding band? I’m so surprised! I would have never guessed.”

“Yeah right,” Chadwick mumbled. As soon as the words left his lips. Tasha covered them in kisses.

“You the best, babe. I love you.”

“I love you.” A second kiss cake right as a flash of fluffy coils came rushing in to join the rest of the family on the bed. Tasha quickly received the cold bottle before welcoming Micah into her arms.

“I love you all so much. Thank you for being my babies.”

“It’s our pleasure,” Micah affirmed, snuggling closer to CoCo.

The room filled with laughter from wall to wall as they enjoyed time together. Tasha didn’t need flashy gifts and trophies on a holiday to know that she was loved. In her mind, the three versions of her heart was enough to make every day worthwhile.

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[boleyn-falcon]

Unlikely Shepard

So here it is! i finally finished the one-shot for @moan-jeutas with the prompt “you’re bleeding” with reluctant caretaker Jane and Joan!

synopsis - Joan is sick and the Ladies in waiting call in a very reluctant Jane Seymour to handle it while they are doing the show for things to just take a bad turn. 

Trigger warnings - Vomiting, illness, blood/pus, open wound, skin picking/scratching - tell me if i need to add anymore!

words - 3012

 Joan had been insisting that she was fine for about a week, that was clearly a lie. For the past few days she's been running fevers,aching, having headaches, all of those kinds of things but still came to work as if she was right as rain. She was about as “right” as a category five hurricane on a small island. Joan thought if she didn't show up to work they would fire her and everyone would hate her, so she had never missed a day of work. She woke up around 7 as normal, but right as she began to get out of bed a searing pain shot through her abdomen. She was taken aback by this, literally and metaphorically and fell back onto her bed. ‘Shit that's not good’, the pianist thought, she tried to stand once more but all she managed to do was fall face first onto her carpet. All that came out of her was a low grunt and pained “Ow-damnit”. She laid there for a solid five minutes to see if the pain would subdue but it just got worse and worse.

She eventually, but very slowly, made it to the kitchen to see Maria making her morning coffee. She stumbled past her and to the cabinet to grab some ibuprofen but was stopped by the drummer in her tracks. “Are you okay Palomita? You don’t look well, should we call in the-”, Maria was stopped mid sentence by the blonde. “No no! Heh don’t worry, im fine, yep completely okay to work”, right as she finished her sentence another wave of sharp pains hit her like a truck, causing her knees to give out. She hit the tile with a small whisper-like attempt at a shriek that just came out as a pained squeal and wrapped her arms around her torso. Maria was quick to grab her bridal style and get her to the couch with the pain killers and a glass of water.

Right as Joan is settled onto the coach Bessie and Maggie finally decide to come down stairs. “Shit is Joey okay?”, Maggie said worriedly as she picked up her pace and found her way to her friend’s side on the couch. “No, i'll call in and say that me and her need to stay home today”, Maira stopped as she heard a groan to her side, “No i promise i'm fine just-”, “No Joan, your staying whether you like it or not”, Bessie said firmly. Bessie turned and walked into the kitchen as she began to call someone. “Hey Seymour you know how you have a lot of free days saved up?... Yea so do you mind coming over for a  day and watching Joan?.. Okay thanks, she was just ill and all, yea text me when you're on your way over”. The rest of the ladies looked to the black haired bassist with confusion, waiting for her to explain. “Jane is going to stop by for the day to take care of Joan while we are at the show”, Bessie said nonchalantly. “Wait”, the drummer started. “ how’d you convince her to do that so easily?”, “Well she owed me one so yea she was hesitant but she didn't really argue it” .

You would think the timid blonde would love the idea of Jane coming over to take care of her right? Well sort of, Joan loved to idea of spending time with Jane, but she doesnt wanna be clingly or say somthing stupid to make Jane hate her. The anxiety bubbling in her stomach only got worse a few minutes later as she heard knocking at the door, she knew exactly who it was. All Joan could really do is curl up in a ball with her blanket over her head like a child hiding from a monster under her bed. She thought if she just imagined Jane wasn't even there it would make things better, she was wrong.

Maggie got up from her friend’s side to answer the door, she only hoped the Queen could help. She opened the door to see the Blonde queen with a duffle bag and an unreadable expression. “Heh heeey Jane, come on in..”, the burnette opened the door more to let her in. Jane immediately went over to the bassist who was sitting on the floor next to the couch. “So what symptoms does she have? Anything like fever or vomiting?”,Bessie got to her feet to get eye to eye with the taller women, “All we really know is that she’s in pain and as pale as an egg shell”, a small groan came from the mound covered in blankets on the couch from being compared to an egg. Jane just tilted her head and gave a confused look to the raven-haired woman. “ Wait wait, so you called me over to skip a day of work to take care of some cramps and her complection?”, Jane asked with an unamused tone,looking over to the pile of pianist on the small couch. Bessie gave a disgruntled look to the queen, “well she’s obviously in pain and needs to be looked after so nothing bad happens and you have the most vacation days… and remember the streetlight Seymour”. Jane gave a defeated look as she set her stuff down on the floor near the coffee table. Maira and Maggie just gave confused glances but decided not to question what ‘the streetlight’ was.

The next few minutes was just the Ladies in Waiting, minus Joan of course, getting ready for the day and Jane setting up the living room for the day. Maggie slyly shuffled into Bessie’s dimly lit room and gave out a small ‘ahem’ noise to signal her presence in the room. The shorter girl turned around and shot her friend a small smile, “Hey Mags what's up? Need a hair tie or something?”. Maggie gave a worried look to her bandmate, “Do you think Joey will be okay? I know Jane will be here and all but I'm still a bit worried..”, the bassist walked forward to put a reassuring hand on the guitarist’s shoulder, “Don’t worry yourself Mag, she’ll be okay, trust me okay?”, Maggie gave a slight nod and a small smile as she left the room to continue changing.

Maria was having her own little bit of worry. She finished her hair and clothes as soon as she could so she could check on her little dove. She knew how Jane and Joan’s relationship was, Jane was cold towards the clingy girl most of the time but she knew there was some part of the queen there that loved the girl dearly, she just had to let it out. The drummer also hoped Joan wouldn’t get too anxious and make herself even sicker and make things worse. She saw it before on Cathrine’s deathbed, the more worried she got, the more her sickness consumed her. She just didn’t want a repeat of what happened all those centuries ago. She quickly walked down the stairs to find Joan still in her small blanket caccoon and Jane in thier pantery. Maria walked over to the pantry where Jane seemed to be searching for something. The curly haired woman reached over and shut the door to the pantry and guided the queen over to the fridie and pulled out a container of soup. The taller woman gave a confused look as she was handed what she was looking for, “It’s broccoli and cheddar, her favorite” Maria then  grabbed a lone spoon from the counter and handed it over. “Huh funny, it’s Anne’s favorite too”, Maria cut her off slightly, “Maggie’s too, I guess Anne and her ladies all had a similar taste in soups”. Jane poured the container as the gears in her head started to turn, ‘oh yea Joan was one of Anne’s maids of honor’, she finished warming up the soup and walked into the living room to find the rest of the band waiting. “So”, the Bassist started, “We are off but make sure to take good care of her Seymour, if not you know what will happen”, both women gave a knowing look, still leaving the other two muscians confused as ever.

Maggie bent down to the bundle of blankets and gave it a nudge. A mess of blonde hair popped up from the blankets with a grumpy look that quickly changed as she saw who had disturbed her. “How you feelin’ Joey? Any better?”, Joan only gave a small huff and a sad look back at her friend. Maggie then revealed what she had in her hand to her sick comrade, a teal hoodie with a black guitar on the front. She handed it out towards the sickly girl who quickly grabbed it. “We’ll be back soon, little Roo”, Maggie gave a smile as Joan held the hoodie close with a barely audible ‘thank you’.

The band finally left with a choir of ‘Love you’’s and ‘get better’’s. Jane finally got a chance to sit down and assess the situation. She sat the hot soup bowl down with a napkin and a spoon on the coffee table in front of Joan, ready to get to work. “Okay Joan, how are you feeling? Can you let me feel your temperature so I can see if I need to give you anything for a fever or not?”, Joan anxiously sat up from her blanket cocoon to finally address Jane. She bit her lip shyly as she decided to actually speak to her queen. “W-well I've been having waves of really bad pain in my stomach a-and I’m kinda nauseous, oh yea-yea you can check my temperature”, the pianist gave a worried glance to the older woman as she leaned forward and touched her lips to her forehead. Jane’s head shot back in surprise, “Joan you're practically on fire! You gotta take all of those blankets off, and go change out of those fuzzy pajamas and into a tank top and shorts”. The pale girl got up carefully and slowly made her way up the stairs to her room so she could change.

‘Jeez’ Jane thought, ‘It can't be that bad, I mean colds happen all the time she could have probably handled this herself, yea she completely could’. Jane places all of her cold medicines on the coffee table and walks into the kitchen to find an ice pack to put on the younger girl’s head till her fever let up. Right as she reaches the freezer she hears a large ‘thunk’ come from up stairs. Jane first thought nothing of it till she got back to the living room with a mickey mouse ice pack in hand, realizing Joan has been changing for 8 minutes now. She put the ice pack down and walked up the stairs to Pianist’s room to find the girl sprawled out on the carpet. She had only some navy athletic shorts on and a sports bra with a white tank top a few feet away from her body. As Jane bent down to get the girl up she noticed she had begun shivering like it was below freezing. She quickly scooped the girl up in her arms and speedily got her to the couch to lay her down. Her eyes were half open but also seemed pained. The now concerned caregiver put the small ice pack on the girl’s burning forehead and nodged the girl’s shoulder. “Joan..? can you talk to me at all?”, the sickly girl only gave a small whimper as she closed her eyes and dozed off. The motherly queen was originally very reluctant to help the clingy young girl, but her worsening state made her a lot more concerned for the poor girl’s health. She was slightly glad Joan could get some rest for that would surely help.. Right?

About 3 hours passed and the pale MD was still passed out. Jane had eventually put the soup back in the fridge and started reading a book on her phone, waiting for the girl to wake. The queen finally took a break from her novel and started to give the sick girl a good look to find anymore concerning symptoms she may have when she spotted something odd. She got closer to get a better look to only find a gnarly scab right above the girl’s hip. The area around it was raw and red, with even a hint of green and white showing infection. A lightbulb finally went off in her head, ‘This isn't a normal cold, it's an infection caused by this wound, but how did it happen?’. The older woman was put out of her train out thought by Joan stirring in her sleep. The stirr soon turned into thrashing as her legs started to kick and silent tears streamed down her face. Jane quickly jumped into action, she took the sick musician by the shoulders and shook her. “Wake up Joan! C’mon wake up!”, Joan’s eyes shot open and she started to trash even more to break out of the blonde’s grip. Her hands found their way to her damaged hip and began to scratch relentlessly.

Jane quickly grabbed the girl’s wrists and pinned them above her head, but it was too late. “You’re… bleeding”, the wound on Joan’s hip had been reopened by the scratching and started to bleed and ooze pus. The MD began to sob uncontrollably and hyperventilate. The blonde queen finally let go of Joan’s wrist to grab some antiseptic and large plasters. Before Jane could stop her, Joan got up and attemped to get to the bathroom but collapsed half way there and threw up onto the wooden floor. Jane was extremely overwhelmed, she set the medical supplies down and walked over to joan and tried to sit her upright so she wasn't lying next to her own bile on the floor. She grabbed the napkin in her pocket and cleaned Joan’s mouth, she carried the ill girl over to the toilet in case she needed to get more out. The older blonde quickly walked back to grab the medical supplies so she could clean up the infected wound as soon as she could.

The choked sobs of the pale girl continued until she felt arms wrap around her. “It's okay Little Lamb, you’ll be okay just calm down for me”, Jane’s soft voice made Joan’s sobs slowly diminish and just turned into a silent cry. The pair sat there for a solid ten minutes, all Jane did was whisper comforting words and keep her hold on Joan, making sure she had time to calm down.

The queen carried the MD back to her spot on the couch and handed her Maggie’s jacket to hold while she cleaned up the bile from the floor. When she returned she had a bottle of antiseptic and a towel in her hands. Joan gave a confused and worried look to her caregiver. “Okay Joan can you turn on your side for me sweetheart?”, the pianist hesitantly obliged, Jane put the towel on the couch and Joan’s lower back area and sighed. “This is going to hurt a bit Little Lamb.. I promise it’ll be over soon but i have to do this ..”, the concerned woman poured the antiseptic on the infected gash and Joan let out a heart wrenching shriek that shook the house. The wounded girl squirmed and held tightly onto the teal hoodie in her arms as she tried not move even more than she already was. Jane continued to clean the bloody and pus covered wound to the best of her ability and finished it off with a large plaster.

After a few minutes Jane sat next to the ill girl and put a comforting arm around her,“I know that you probably don’t wanna talk about it but i'll ask anyway, but why Joan? What caused you to do this to yourself?”. Joan shuffled uncomfortably but she figured she might as well tell the queen the truth, she did just clean up her throw up after all, she deserved the truth. “I...I just get so sacred and so anxious, it just happens I guess, it's an outlet of sorts”, Jane gave a concerned glance, “But why are you so scared and anxious? Is something going on Little Lamb?”. The pianist paused but decided to spill her guts, “Everyone hates me i just know it, I’m too helpless and too clingy… and if i can’t do my job right people are gonna hate me even more then they will fire me and then i'll be useless…”. Jane stared silently at the girl next to her for a moment and thought, ‘Had Joan really been suffering this much? Was her coldness making this all worse? This needs to change and it needs to change now’.  Jane wrapped Joan in a bear hug as the sick blonde began to silently cry again.

“Joan”, Jane started slowly, “You need to listen, no one hates you, I promise, not any of the queens and especially not your girls. We all love you very much Joan, we care about you so very much, we will always be here for you”, she finished with a soft smile. She held Joan tight and kissed her temple as the ill girl began to calm down. “So how about we watch some movies? Will that help at all Little Lamb?”, Joan nodded and looked up at the queen, “Can we watch Aritocats..?”, Jane nodded and turned on the Tv and put on the movie. They laid back comfortably and started to watch. Joan moved to lay on Jane’s chest and that's how she stayed till her bandmates came home to find her sleeping while Jane continued her book.

“Good job Seymour, thank you”, Bessie whispered as she moved the tired blonde from Jane to her room. The Taller women gave a small smile as she left, thankful that she helped the ill girl when she needed it most.

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wow okay I stayed up till 5AM to finish this while also drugged up on adderall and I think it actually turned out kinda good, i mean i still suck at writing but hey what can’ya do? and its my first angsty kinda fic so it prolly sucks more lol