#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

[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

[problemsandsituations]

Burnt

When I wake up the next morning I’m not feeling much better. It’s a good thing Amina put a small trash can by the bed because as soon as I sit up I start to vomit. Amina immediately wakes up and starts tending to me. She wipes my face with a towel and gives me ginger ale to drink. She offers to take me to the hospital but I decline. It’s probably just a stomach bug or something I ate yesterday; I’m sure it’ll pass. We settle back into bed and turn on a local talk show, Maya & Miguel. To our surprise, they’re discussing Mayor Buchanan. Amina and I watch attentively.

“Okay folks, I hope you all are sitting down because this next story is gonna knock you off your feet,” Miguel says. “Mayor Craig Buchanan: a rapist? An anonymous source has come forward accusing the mayor of repeatedly forcing members of his staff to engage in sexual activities with him or perform sex acts on him.” The studio audience gasps in horror; Maya shakes her head in disgust.

“But wait, there’s more!” Miguel continues. “Apparently, his victims include women and men, some of whom may have been underage at the time these acts occurred. Maya, I’m at a loss here.”

“I’ve interviewed Mayor Buchanan several times since the beginning of his term and I never had a clue, Miguel,” Maya responds. “I just hope that whoever this source is has the evidence to back them because that’s a strong accusation. We have to take a short break. More on this story and other happenings in the area after this.”

Amina snatches the remote and turns the tv off. I can’t decipher how she’s feeling by looking at her, so I ask her if she’s okay.

“How?” she asks with a straight face.

“How what?” I ask.

“How did they do it? No one gets past Buchanan. How did this person manage to air him out on television? I don’t get it!” she says. I can hear the panic building in her voice.

“Well they did say the source was anonymous. I thought you’d  be more relieved than anything now that the public knows,” I suggest.

Amina is all worked up. She’s hyperventilating and pacing the floor. She grabs her phone and says she has to call Farren before storming out of the room. My curiosity gets the best of me, so I turn the tv back on.

“For those who are just tuning in, thank you for joining us,” Maya begins. “We just got word that Mayor Buchanan will be holding a press conference this afternoon at city hall. We all know what it’s gonna be about,” she says, looking at Miguel.

“And so the damage control begins,” Miguel replies, looking back at Maya. Amina breaks my fixation on the  tv by calling me from the living room. She tells me that Ralph is here. I make my way to the living room and greet him with a hug. He tries to kiss me, but I pull away.

“You don’t wanna kiss me; I threw up again this morning,” I tell him cautiously.

“Welp, that answers my question. I came to see how you’re feelin’,” he responds. I tell Ralph to make himself comfortable while I freshen up. I brush my teeth, take a quick shower and change my clothes.

When I return to the living room, Ralph is sitting on the couch holding a large brown paper bag in his lap. “I forgot this in the car,” he tells me. He’s all smiles as he watches me open the bag. Inside is a 2 liter of ginger ale, half of a french baguette, and a large bowl of my favorite soup: broccoli cheddar. I thank him, then fill him in on what I just saw on tv. He tells me he won’t be able to make it to the press conference because he’ll be running errands with Grandma Betty.

“Farren’s gon’ be there for sure though; she’ll be workin’. I gotta get to Grandmama now, but how ‘bout some sugar for the road?” Ralph asks playfully. I walk him to the door and give him a kiss. Once he’s gone, I go back into the bedroom. Amina is sitting on the bed, seemingly more calm than before.

“So Farren told me that Buchanan is having a press conference at 2:00,” Amina informs me.

“Yeah I know; they announced it on Maya & Miguel,” I respond.

“You turned it back on?” she asks me.

“I had to know more,” I reply. “Are you sure you wanna go? I know this is a…delicate topic for you.” Amina assures me that she’ll be fine. She and I are both intrigued and very curious.

We arrive at city hall and see that most of the town is in attendance. We find seats in the back of the room and wait for the press conference to start. There’s anxious chatter going on all over until Mayor Buchanan walks in with four security guards surrounding him. Immediately the press bombards him with questions. Buchanan doesn’t answer. Instead, he waits for them to settle down, then starts to speak.

“First, I’d like to say good afternoon and thank you all for showing up on such short notice,” Buchanan begins.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I reply under my breath.

“I am aware of the heinous accusations that have been brought up against me, but I can assure you that they are all false,” Mayor Buchanan says.

“LIAR!” someone yells from the left side of the room. I look and see that it’s Sal. “You’re a liar and you know it! We know what kind of monster you really are!”  Two of the mayor’s security guards start walking towards Sal; several members of the community stand in their way and refuse to move. To avoid making a scene, the security guards give up trying to get to Sal and return to the front of the room where Mayor Buchanan continues his speech.

“I give my all to this town and its citizens. I simply have no time for trivial sidebar relationships, especially with members of my own staff. I treat them all with the utmost respect and have never crossed the line of professionalism with any of them.” This man can’t possibly have a soul or a conscience lying boldly like this! He’s about to say something else when officers Palmer and Roy walk in and approach him. Officer Palmer pulls Mayor Buchanan aside while Officer Roy turns the microphone on the podium off. The press starts to murmur and frantically take pictures. From where we’re sitting, we can’t see anything. Everyone in the first two rows are on their feet. The next thing we see is Mayor Buchanan being escorted down the middle aisle in handcuffs. Officers Palmer & Roy are on each side of him. As expected, the press right on their heels. Amina and I look at each other pleasantly surprised. Is justice finally being served?

Mayor Buchanan’s security guards tell us that we need to leave. A few people slowly file out; everyone else stays behind, discussing what just happened. The guards must not think we’re moving fast enough; they start yelling and physically pushing people towards the door. That was definitely the wrong move. In a matter of seconds, they have a riot on their hands. People are pushing back at security, some are fighting them, some are even throwing things across the room at them. Amina and I take cover and wait for the madness to end. The only thing that ends the chaos is the sound of gunshots. I tuck my head and curl up in a ball on the floor as everyone runs towards various exits. In all my years living here I have never seen my community in such an uproar.

“Y’all come on!” we hear a familiar voice yell. I look up to see Frederick standing over me and Amina. He helps both of us get to our feet then leads us outside. The chaos that was going on inside has spilled into the parking lot. The mayor’s security is trying to gain control of the crowd but are miserably failing. They’re outnumbered. Frederick walks Amina and I to my car and tells us to get home safe. We can’t contain our excitement! The entire ride home, Amina and I rave about what we just witnessed! We stumble through the front door of my place still celebrating the mayor’s demise.

“Ding dong, the witch is dead! Which old witch? The wicked witch!” Amina sings. I know that she, of all people, is relieved that we won’t have to deal with that predator anymore.

“It’s a new day! He’s finally getting what he deserves,” I reply in agreement.

“I thought Farren was gonna be there; I didn’t see her at all. Imma go call her,” Amina says. She walks out of the living room dialing Farren’s number. I pour myself a glass of wine and settle on the couch. As soon as I turn on the tv I hear the doorbell ring. I don’t feel like getting up immediately, so I stay put and search through the channels. The doorbell rings again; this time I get up to answer it. If someone rings more than once it must be important. I open the door and no one is there. I don’t see anyone walking or driving away either. I didn’t think I took that long to get to the door. It’s probably just some kids in the neighborhood playing around. When I turn around to go back inside, I see a folded up note taped to the door. Again with this? I pull the note off the door and return to my spot on the couch.

“Farren said she ain’t go to work at all today. Said she isn’t feelin’ good. Maybe she got the same thing you got,” Amina jokes, joining me on the couch. I hold up the note. She immediately knows what it means. She urges me to open it up and read it right away. As expected, it’s written in the same handwriting as all of the other notes I’ve gotten. This time it says, “Pier 9. Tomorrow night. 10pm. Time to confess.”

“Confess?” Amina repeats, confused.

“Confess to what?” I ask out loud. Aside from the digging I was doing on Buchanan, everything I’ve done has been out in the open. Well, there is the stuff with Rasul…they can’t possibly be referring to that!

“Before you go, we gotta make sure you strapped,” Amina tells me. She runs to the closet and grabs a black backpack. “Whatever you need is right in here,” she tells me, holding the bag in front of me.

“Has this bag of weapons been in here this whole time?” I ask Amina. Instead of answering my question, she places the bag at my feet and opens it up for me. Inside the bag are several stun guns, pocket knives, bottles of pepper spray, and even a police baton. I don’t know how she got a hold of one of these.

“You don’t know who this person is or what they might try. You gotta be prepared!” As crazy as she sounds right now, I know Amina is right. I promise her that I’ll take it with me tomorrow night. As I’m walking to the closet to put the backpack away, my stomach feels like it’s been turned upside down. I make it to the bathroom in just enough time. Amina comes to check on me.

“You still think this is just a stomach bug?” she asks me calmly.

“Yes, Mina. It’ll pass in a few days and I’ll be fine,” I respond, wiping my face.

“Sooo we’re just gonna ignore the obvious then?” she asks sarcastically.

“What are you trying to say?” I ask.

“That you might be pregnant,” she replies strongly. “I mean, you and Ralph have been seeing a lot of each other lately. Have y’all been using protection?”

“Me and Ralph aren’t having sex,” I tell her, standing up from the sink. Amina’s eyes are as wide as two saucers.

“So you’re sayin’ the last person you smashed was Rasul?” she asks. We both take a moment to let that sink in. “You gotta tell him,” Amina instructs me

“Tell who?” I ask her.

“Rasul...and Ralph!” she says.

“No way!” I protest.

“They both need to know, girl!” she insists.

“I am not about to get them worried over nothing! This is nothing, Mina!” Maybe if I keep up a strong front, I’ll actually start to believe what I’m saying…

Truthfully, I’m afraid. I’m afraid of what Rasul will think. He doesn’t even wanna be in a relationship with me, so I know he’s not gonna want to raise a child with me! And Ralph, how’s he gonna feel once he finds out that the woman he like...might even love...is pregnant by another man? This is a lot. A little too much if you ask me. I make my way to the bedroom to lie down. As soon as my head hits the pillow, the doorbell rings again.

“I’ll get it,” Amina yells from the bathroom. I hear her tell whoever just came in where I am. I sit up slowly and wait to see who my visitor is. It’s Ralph. Great timing dude.

“Hey there darlin’! You don’t look like you’re feelin’ much better. Amina told me you just threw up again,” he says, looking concerned.

“I did. But I’ll be fine, I just need to rest,” I tell him, trying to convince myself more than him.

“I still think you should see a doctor, but I won’t press the issue,” he suggests, sitting next to me on the bed.

“Please don’t; I already got Amina on my back,” I tell him, shaking my head.

“Well I’m sure she has a good reason. She wants what’s best for ya, just like I do,” he says.

“She thinks I’m pregnant,” I blurt out. I didn’t even give myself a chance to think before saying it.

“Pregnant? But, we haven’t-”

“I know, that’s what I told her…”

“So that means…” Ralph takes a long pause while put two and two together. “I think Imma go,” he says, standing up.

“Already? It’s because of what I just said, isn’t it?” I ask him.

“I mean, you kinda dropped a bomb on me just now,” he tells me.

“Babe, we don’t even know for sure-”

“But it’s a possibility! It’s by that dude Rasul, ain’t it?” he asks. I drop my head in shame. We both know the answer to that question. Ralph leaves the bedroom and starts walking towards the front door. I jump out of bed to try and stop him.

“Baby, please don’t go!” I beg him to stay, but his mind is made up. I lose all of the strength I have left at the sight of Ralph leaving me.

“I need you,” I whimper, dropping to my knees. I bury my face in my hands and cry. Amina kneels next to me and puts her arm around me. I never thought Ralph would walk out on me. I thought he was the type of man who would stay by my side through whatever. Maybe I was wrong.

[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.

[morganhex]

💖💔

💖 what's your favorite part of being a vtuber? I don't suffer from self-image problems like I did when I was a live cam streamer. I can make my model as fem or masc as I am feeling given from day to day unlike I can with my own body so there isn't a sense of dysphoria either. Not just that I have the added benefit of just being whatever I want (thanks to my lore I can justify any form) Do I wanna be a bowl of soup today? Sure can lets go its probably Cheddar Broccoli! ���� what's your least favorite part of being a vtuber? Now this might have been a twitter trait for the community but it feels like there was always some sort of drama. Some of very valid like calling out people being bigots. But most of it always felt very "this is high school again"

[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.”

[breadhungry]

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

[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.

[nyaruhodou]

hi neff I’m sorry you feel sick:( and I hope you can acquire some soothing broth. I think a lot about that part in kitchen of witch hat where they get like the ginger but it’s stronger and makes you sweat? And made it into a little porridge. I want to try that sweat inducing ginger porridge so bad

What’s your favorite soup 🍜 I like pozole best of all but as it gets hotter in summer I like cold soup! Like chilled udon soup or vichyssoise mm. Sorry if you didn’t want to talk about soup it’s my only conversation card

no omg i love soup. i will say i am very basic and love a good tomato basil soup especially with a grilled cheese to dunk in it......

i also like broccoli cheddar soup. very good very tasty

AND YEAH IM NOT EVEN A FAN OF GINGER BUT i wanna eat everything in whk like it all looks so good 😭😭😭😭