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hobeemin · 4 years ago

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A Baker’s Dozen

🍓 Genre: Fluff and a bit of Romance

🍓 Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

🍓 Rating: pg13

🍓 Warning(s): Light cursing, Reader is a horrible cook, crying, a mini nervous breakdown, e2l (?)

🍓 Word Count: 3.4k

🍓 Credits: To my lovely beta @yoongs-jeontae ily 💜💗 and the beautiful @namluve for creating this lovely banner and divider ilyt!!

🍓 A/N: to @randomkoalablog my gift to you. Happy birthday!!! I wish you happiness! I hope you enjoy your day!!🎈🎉🎊🎂🍰🧁

Jin didn’t even have to turn around once he heard the crash. Temple protruding, he pressed his chalk onto the board, writing out the instructions for the next in-class assignment. Hearing the murmurs behind him and chairs scraped across the vinyl floor, he clenched his teeth and carried on.

Crust

Graham crackers (crushed) - About 2 cups

Sugar… ⅓ cup

Butter (melted)… ⅓ cup

Filling

Unsweetened chocolate...4 ounces

Sugar… 1 ½ cup

Eggs (chilled)… 4

Salted butter (cold and softened)... 2 sticks

Vanilla extract… 1 teaspoon

Topping

Heavy cream…. 1 ½ cup

Powdered sugar… ¼ cup

Semi-sweet chocolate bar (for grating)

A yelp from behind him paused his actions as he finally twirled around. Brows knit, he didn’t even need to guess what happened. You were covered head to toe in cake flour.

“Y/N?” Jin sighed in defeat.

You squealed, trying to cower behind another student. “I-I...Sorry, Seokjin-nim. I–”

“Don’t even bother,” he interrupted, rubbing his temples. “Go clean up and come back to class.”

Your shoulder slumped, and without a word, you ran out of the classroom. He gave a dubious look to the remainder of the class. “C’mon, clean that up, and we’ll start when Y/N returns.”

Jin considered himself a decent instructor, heck he was one of the best culinary chef’s out there. But unfortunately, in the economy's state, he had to close his restaurant and settle on teaching basic cooking classes. That was all well and good, but the only job available had been at a small, unknown culinary school. So desperate for students, they’d admit anyone. And therein lies the problem: You.

You weren’t the best cook...okay, that was being polite. You were a horrendous cook, and it was a miracle your place hadn’t burned down from all the cooking accidents you managed to do. Still, you had a passion for cooking, and your dream of becoming one of the best pastry chefs in Seoul would someday come true.

Jin didn’t hold his breath. On the first day of class, you managed to break an oven, the mixing bowl, and burn the inside of a saute pan. A saute pan?! There wasn’t anything in it!

But Jin gave you the benefit of the doubt. It was your first day, and nerves were high.

Except it happened every single day after that: broken bowls and equipment, tripping over the shock mats, and burning yourself on the stove. It never failed. Jin would have just sucked it up to you being a klutz, but on top of it all, your cooking sucked. There wasn't a day that went by where he’d think about the creme brulee you destroyed. Again, how did you manage torching the surface, and it was raw?

You walked back into the classroom, freshly changed into a new chef’s jacket and pants, and stood at your station. You winced seeing Jin’s eyes bore into you, and you wanted nothing more for the floor to swallow you up.

“Now that the break is over, we can focus on the lesson at hand,” he began, pointing to the board. “Today we’ll be making French silk pie. A complex dish due to the fact it’s not baked and the eggs will be raw. Now, to start, we’ll make the crust.”

The students got to work getting the necessary ingredients and making the pie crusts. Only whispers were heard throughout the kitchen. Jin walked around, giving small tips of advice as he checked the students' progress.

“Make sure the graham crackers are crumbly, not too chunky or fine; the texture should be there. Perfect.”

He smiled at each student as he went about only stopping at you with a frown. Somehow you were having trouble with the food processor. “Y/N? Something wrong?”

You looked up in surprise, cheeks a bright red. “No, Seokjin-nim, just fixing it,” you laughed nervously.

He queried with a brow stepping closer. “Maybe I can help.” He began assessing the processor looking for any jams. “It looks alright. Nothing seems out of place–”

He spoke too soon.

You decided pressing the button without the top secured was the best idea. With a roar, graham crackers and butter flew out coating you and Jin. The class gasped. Jin let out a depressing noise and wiped the gunk from his face.

“Y/N, stay after class.”

After cleaning up yet another mess, you leaned against the station wanting to bite your nails. Class had ended not too long ago, and it was now empty. Jin instructed you to wait while he went to his office. Your leg shook as you tried to distract your thoughts.

It wasn’t that bad, right?

You nearly jumped out of your skin as Jin entered the classroom, folder under his arm. He looked like he aged a few years in the course of a few hours. With a groan, he set the folder down beside you. You started from the folder to him curiously.

“Know what that is?" he inquired.

You shook your head. Jin opened the folder revealing your picture with your name across the page. “It’s your progress report for the semester,” he explained, flipping through the pages. “They want me to fail you.”

Your heart sank as you looked at all the failed marks in each of your classes. Lip trembling, you stifled a whimper as he continued.

“However, I was able to get you one last chance,” he paused, staring at the look of surprise on your face. “As you know, we have a mock service at the end of the week. If you don’t impress the staff, they will fail you, and I can’t do anything about it if it comes to that decision.”

Jin slammed the folder shut, giving you a hard stare, though it softened after a moment. “You’re assigned to desserts. Create something edible, and they’ll pass you for the semester.”

You tugged at your apron, twisting it in your hands. “B-But, what should I do?”

He shrugged, picking the folder up and walked towards the door. “Try not to suck,” he teased before exiting.

You sat there dumbfounded as the news sank in. This mock service could be the end of your culinary career. You had two choices, cry and mope about the situation or put on your big girl pants and kick this assignment's ass. You needed to impress the staff and damn it; you weren’t going to fail.

“Fuck, what am I gonna make?” You sat back down, pondering over the types of desserts you could make. Grabbing the books on the shelf, you flipped through, studying each one.

“Red velvet...no...Lemon meringue...yuck no...Chocolate chip cookies….what am I five?”

Grunting in frustration, you poured over the books filled with millions of recipes until the early hours of the morning.

Jin found you the next day, drool pooling on one of the books. He walked over, smirking at your sleeping form, impressed to see you so determined to pass. He peeked at your notes curiously.

“Oh, Y/N,” he whispered, noticing your chef’s hat had fallen over your eyes, exposing your hair, the few tresses tumbling out to rest on your neck. His ears pinked as he brushed the hair aside, causing you to shift and mumble in your sleep.

Jin stepped back, afraid he’d wake you. He noticed a french cookbook open and grabbed a highlighter. With a grin, he circled one of the recipes and tiptoed back up to the front by the lights.

He cleared his throat, flipping on the switch. “Y/N? Wake up. Class is about to start.”

You yelped, jumping out your seat and looked around in bewilderment. “Oh my gosh! I-I stayed here all night!” You covered your face in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, Seokjin-nim. I didn’t mean to.”

Jin hid his smile and put on a neutral expression. “It’s fine. Just be mindful next time.” He walked over, looking at your workspace. “What are you working on?”

You tried to clean up the mess hastily with a snort. “Ah, just something for the mock service, nothing more.”

“Oh? What do you plan on making?” He inquired.

“I–” You glanced down at the scribbles, papers laid askew. You hadn’t figured out what you were going to make! Jin tapped his foot impatiently.

“Well–”

There. Right on the page circled in yellow. “Macarons!” you blurted out.

Jin feigned surprise. “Macarons? Interesting. That’s gonna be a challenge. If done right, they’ll be delicious.”

You felt flustered by his smile, averting your gaze. “You think I can do it?”

Not a chance in hell. Jin's smile widened, giving you a small pat on the shoulder. “Put your mind to it and study hard. I’m positive you can do it.” He settled against the station tapping his chin. “The problem is you’re too hard on yourself. You need to gain some confidence. Cooking is, by the bare bones, a science; equal and opposite reactions, molecules fusing, you get the gist. However, passion makes it come alive.”

His eyes twinkled as he turned to stare at you. “You have it inside, just got to find a way to let it emerge.”

You bit down on your lip as you lifted your head to see him staring. Your gaze held until the distant sounds of culinary students grew louder. Jin laughed as he walked to the board. He started to write out the assignment pausing for just a moment. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out, Y/N. I’m rooting for you.”

Now it was your time to get embarrassed. You cleaned up your station, putting the books back on their respective shelves just as the classroom filled.

Class went by in a blur; your mind was elsewhere. You blurted out the first thing that came to your mind. Now you had to figure out how to make these macarons look and taste spectacular. Your grade depended on it.

After the last students filtered out, only you and Jin remained. He packed his bag, watching as you looked over the recipe, taking notes as you went along.

He smiled to himself, seeing how determined you were to pass. He walked over, slinging the strap over his shoulder.

“You know,” he began as you sat up from your book to give him your full attention, “a good tip is to separate the egg whites and let them get to room temperature in a ventilated bowl for a bit.” He winked with a shrug. “Just a thought. Good luck.”

You chewed your pen cap nodding. A smile formed as you felt your mood lighten. “Thank you, Seokjin-nim. That helps. Have a good night.”

“Good night, Y/N.” He waved, leaving you in class alone to think.

You set to work laying out all the ingredients. With a sigh, you glanced at them, ready for war. Rolling up your sleeves, you put on your war face.

“Alright, let’s kick some ass!”

You sobbed on the floor, cheeks covered in flour and sugar. It shouldn’t have been that hard. But after the explosion of flour and you dropped the batter on the floor, all seemed lost. You felt like you’d been defeated until Jin’s face crossed our mind. His smile and reassurance. He was rooting on you to pass. He didn’t want to have you fail out of school. Growling in frustration, you got up, clenching your fists and slamming them on the tabletop.

“Screw this. I’m gonna pass this class!”

The night of the mock service had arrived. The kitchen buzzed with excitement as the students prepared their dishes for the guests. Ingredients prepped, utensils laid out, it was now or never. You entered the kitchen, securing your apron around your waist and headed over to the pastry section. There was only one other person with you, assigned to the ice cream.

Giving a quick hello, you took your premade batter and scooped it into a piping bag. As you worked on piping small circles onto the baking sheets, you barely noticed Jin walking in to wish everyone well. He stopped by your counter with a nod.

“Hello, Y/N. Everything all set?”

You looked up briefly, still focused on your task. “Hi, Seokjin-nim. My filling is already made, just got to bake the cookies.”

Jin nodded in approval, the slight worry at the back of his mind calming as he saw your expression. You seemed so determined to prove everyone wrong. He cleared his throat with an abrupt appearance. “Ahem, yes. Well, good luck. I’ll be out there with other department heads. Just stay confident when you’re introducing your dish.”

He patted you on the arm and scurried out the kitchen. You had no time to consider what his words and actions meant, not when so much work had to be done. You placed the six baking sheets into the oven, still worrying about the amount you had to make. The plan was to make a few and to be set aside for the department heads and make the others as the rest of the guests ordered them.

The night rolled on as other students cooked their dishes, going out into the dining room once they presented their meal. They’d get a score and walk back in to continue service. Dinner service crept by slowly making you anxious, bouncing on the soles of your shoes. As dirty dishes cleared and dessert utensils staged, you watched as the plates of macarons were served to the main table. With a gulp, you walked out, wringing your apron between your fingers. You could have sworn you heard your heart beating over the soft melodies coming from the speakers.

It felt like an episode of Iron Chef.

Jin looked around at the dishes. “Y/L/N Y/N, please explain to us what you’ve created for dessert tonight.”

You gave a bow, stretching a small smile across your face. “G-Good evening. Tonight, I wanted to tie the themes of this evening's meals together with this dessert. With how rich the dishes were tonight, I thought it would be better to end with something light,” you explained as the jitters slowly disappeared. “I’ve made for you a vanilla bean macaron with strawberry cheesecake filling. You can taste the vanilla beans in the cookies to give you more of a woody, smoky flavor that plays well with the strawberries. I pureed the fruit but added a few chunkier pieces to give it texture.” You took a breath as no traces of nerves crossed your face. “The drizzle was made with powdered sugar to add just a dash of sweetness. I hope you enjoy it.”

Jin held back his smile as he observed you. “Thank Y/N. We’ll make sure to enjoy this.”

You bowed once more and walked back into the kitchen. As the doors swung close behind you, you let out a massive sigh making everyone laugh. You grinned, heading back over to the desserts. The night had yet to end.

It seemed like a successful mock service. Jin came in the back to congratulate them all as everyone cleaned up the kitchen. As he entered, everyone stopped to see what he would say.

“Your grades will be up on Monday,” he said over the loud groan. He held up his hands. “Don’t shoot the messenger. Again, we were very impressed with everyone. Great job tonight.” He watched over the crowd seeing you chatting with a few of the students, a smile on your face. Biting his lip, he wanted to walk over, but instead walked back into the dining room, still embarrassed.

Like always, you were the last to clean your area, but that was alright. The quietness of the kitchen always soothed your nerves. You hummed, wiping down the counters with the sanitizer, almost finished. Surprised, you noticed some extra filling in one of the bowls. Everyone, well, your colleagues, complimented you on how amazing it tasted. To be honest, you only had a small taste before putting the macarons together. You took your finger and swirled some filling on the digit, bringing it up to your lips. You licked it clean off with a soft moan.

“Damn, that is good.”

A noise from behind made you jump as you looked over to see Jin standing in the doorway. You blushed profusely, trying to cover your hands. “Ah, S-Seokjin-nim! I didn’t realize anyone was still here!”

Jin gulped softly, placing his hands in front of him on the counter, feeling himself heat up. He cursed, trying to think of anything, but what he saw: your lips wrapped around your finger divulging in the sweet filling, had him stopped in his tracks.

“I...ahem...came back to lock up,” he explained, the strain in his voice. His eyes bore into yours as you glanced away.

“Oh! I’m just about done. I’m sorry for making you wait.” You began wrapping the filling to put back in the cooler.

Jin chuckled, rubbing the back of his head, playing with the hair that tickled his neck. “Please don’t rush. Take your time.” He closed the distance, standing on the opposite side of the counter. “I wanted to talk to you about your dessert.”

You dropped the paper towel as you blinked up at him. “B-But I thought grades wouldn’t be up until Monday.”

He drummed his fingers on the counter and shrugged. “Aren’t you a little curious about what they said?”

You fiddled with the utensils biting your bottom lip. “I mean, yeah. I’m scared about failing. Even more worried, they hated it.” Your eyes met his with hope. “H-How did you like it?”

Jin leaned forwards beckoning you to come close with a curled finger. “You want to know?”

Your head bobbed eagerly. “Yes. Please Seokjin-nim, I wanna know.”

Being this close to him, you noticed the flicks of hazel in his eyes, the fullness of his lips—that chiseled face. Wait, why were you ogling your instructor?! You gulped softly as his eyes lingered on your lips, then back up to your eyes.

“I–”

Loved it.

“Hated it,” he replied.

You felt the air deflate from your lungs as your jaw dropped. Eyes bulging, someone could have knocked you over with a wooden spoon. He looked so relaxed at your expression, still staring. He hated it?! But why? How? It was the best thing you made, and it was edible?! Your lip trembled as the lump in your throat formed.

Jin burst into a fit of giggles, only making you even more confused and suddenly angry. He gasped through the tears, broad shoulder shaking.

“You should see your face, Y/N! I need a picture.”

You huffed balling your fists. “I’d love to know what the joke is, Seokjin-nim.”

He wiped the tears away, chuckling softly. Coughing, he finally was able to calm down. “That was rude. Forgive me. I couldn’t help it.” He smiled brightly. “I’m just not a fan of flavored strawberry foods.”

You whimpered, collapsing against the counter as a sob wrecked your form. You wailed as all the emotions and stressed pent up from the week came crashing down. Jin ran over to the other side, wrapping you in a hug. Another squeak passed your lips as warmth engulfed you. He rested his chin on the top of your head.

“Please don’t cry Y/N. I-I don’t want to be the cause of any tears you shed. Please.”

This was unexpected. Your tears stopped as you felt nervous in his arms, perplexed even. Why was he holding you? Still, it was nice to be carried like this, even if he was your instructor.

You wiggled in his arms, looking up at him. A scowl twisted on your face. “That wasn’t very nice, Seokjin-nim.”

He brought his thumb up to wipe the stray tears. “I’m an idiot. Can you forgive me?”

You gave him a teary smile and nodded. “I couldn’t stay mad at you if I tried.”

He grinned, still holding you. “Why is that?”

“I like you,” you blurted out, cheeks reddened. Crap, he wasn’t supposed to know that.

Now it was his turn to turn red. He grinned, bopping you on the nose gently. “That makes two of us. I like you too,” he said shyly.

Your mouth gaped open. “Seokjin-nim–”

“Call me Jin, Y/N,” he ordered, eyes glittered with mischief.

You blushed once more with a giggle. “Okay, Jin.”

He laughed, pulling you at arm’s length to hold your hand. “You’re gonna pass. And to celebrate, I’m taking you out tomorrow. Sounds good?”

You stood on your tiptoes and gave him a gentle peck on the cheek. “Sounds sweet.”

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fanfictsbehereyall · 5 years ago

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# 7 : Baking

Summary:

Morro wants to bake a cake, but doesn't know how to handle a few mishaps here and there. Zane is just lovestruck like always.

Warning : Explicit Language! (Not really, but I should put it there anyways b/c of Morro)

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Zane was renowned for his cooking skills amongst his family; no one would ever miss dinner when it was Zane's turn to cook. Ask anyone and they would tell you he can cook a mean miso soup, the best sizzling yakitori, the greatest kung pao chicken, and don't even get Kai started on Zane's ten peper fire chili.

Each dish Zane cooked was always filled with tantalizing spices and flavor. You could taste the love that he pours into each course, side dish, and appetizer. Give him a pot, a few vegetables, and a chicken and he could cook a meal for 50 men!

But, Morro loved one thing above all else when it comes to Zane's breathtaking dishes: his baked goods.

When they first started dating, Zane would bake him heart shaped sugar cookies and leave them on his desk with a love letter sitting beside them. On holidays, Zane would make a separate batch of fresh, delicious brownies Morro has ever tasted. And on their anniversaries, Zane would bake a cute, two person red velvet cake with sweet poems written on it.

So, as another anniversary comes closer, Morro decides to try his best at baking something for Zane! Fortunately for Morro, he got Lloyd to take Zane out on errands. And, with all of the ingredients set in place, Morro was ready to impress boyfriend with a rich chocolate cake.

*~~~*

"Come on Zane, the farmers market is just down the street," Lloyd said as they walked down the busy streets of Ninjago.

"Lloyd, why couldn't we have just when to the grocery store closer to home?" Zane asked.

"Oh, well you see, I wanted to go to this special stand that, has this special... tea!" Lloyd franticly chirped as he added on, "for my uncle, as a surprise."

"I see. Well I hope he like the surprise," Zane said while rounding a corner getting closer to the market.

"Yep, I hope he likes the surprise too." Lloyd said while trying to figure out how to buy, let alone find, this special tea.

*~~~*

Back at the Bounty, Morro was freaking out. A burning smell was radiating from the oven, the kitchen floor was covered in cake batter droplets, and the cake itself was a little rough around the edges with its blue frosting starting to melt off.

"Aaaahhhhh! I can't even make a cake without destroying the kitchen!" Morro shouts and looks over at the pantry, " I might as well have just asked you to bake the damn thing!"

"Ouch! I'm just trying to grab some snacks for others, man" Cole retorted as he grabbed a few more pretzels for the road.

"Ugh, I'm sorry," Morro apologized as he stares disappintently at the cake, "It's just… I want this to be perfect for Zane."

"Don't sweat it man. Zane loves you for who you are, not how well you can bake," Cole advised as he left the kitchen to get back to the other ninja.

"Cole's right!" Morro said to himself as continued to get ready, "I still have time to put everything together and make this a great night for Zane."

*~~~*

"Wow, I still can't believe your luck with buying the last box of that Sea Tea!" Zane cheered as they neared the Bounty.

"Yeah, can't believe it either," Lloyd said, still amazed by the phenomenon of being able to buy rare tea, while they walked along the deck, "I hope the trip didn't take too long for your liking. I know you have plans with Morro and stuff."

"It is fine Lloyd, I think Morro was hinting at going out for dinner anyway," Zane remarked.

Crash

"God dammit!" Growled Morro from inside.

"Here, I've got the groceries, you go check on Morro," Lloyd insisted while grabbing the bags from Zane.

"Thank you Lloyd," Zane said as he ran towards his boyfriend.

He slid open the door to the dining room and saw that the room was decorated with white and blue orchids, candles were symmetrically placed around the table, a metal plate cover was places in the middle of said table, and Morro was bent over trying to sweep up the last pieces of broken glass.

Zane took a sharp breath before saying, "Morro, honey, did you do all of this?"

Morro quickly turned around and saw Zane looking around the room with a sparkle in his eye and his hands unable to cover his bright and stunning smile.

"Zane, your home already!" Morro squeaked as he placed the broken glass cup aside and fixed his tie, "Yeah, all of this is for you. I just wanted to treat you this year to something special, you know."

"Oh Morro, this is just the most beautiful thing that anyone has ever done for me," Zane gushed as he let Morro lead him to his seat in front of the covered plate.

"Well I also baked you something and I hope it doesn't kill the beautiful mood," Morro chuckled as he sat down next to Zane and removed the metal cover to reveal his masterpiece.

The cake was round and small with light-blue frosting smeared all over; the icing itself was slightly pooling at the base of the cake. The words 'Another Year of Loving You' was written in white frosting with each letter a different size and whole thing starting to slope downward.

"This is so adorable!" Zane marveled as he took Morro by the hands and gave him a big kiss.

"Glad you like it," Morro giggled as he went in for another kiss, "happy anniversary baby~"

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I like to believe that Morro tries really hard not to curse as much in front of Zane, but when he's not around it's free game. Zane says that he doesn't care, but Morro just wants to try and be a more tamed self (unless he is really missed off).

Hope y'all liked the fic! Sorry if it seems short, and I was trying to write more, but I don't want to be more off schedule than it is. I'll try to update before the 15th, but no promises because I have a full schedule planned out~

( 0v0 )

#my fanfiction #fanfic #baking #7 #lego ninjago #ninjago #zane #x #morro #a blizzard in june #blizzardshipping #im trying yall

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bakinghounds · 1 month ago

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I haven't quite seen anyone like you.. are the ears real?

(The velvet commander gave a look of intrigue)

[From bakinghounds]

Greetings.

Oh? hello there...i..really wasnt expecting visitors at this time.. *glowing blue eyes stared at the anon*

#the oven continues to burn red velvet cookie #red velvet cookie #multi-cookies

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bakinghounds · 14 days ago

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(He's face planted on the ground. He is overwhelmed by the whole husband of the year stuff. He has the crown on his head as well he just faces planted)

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#red velvet cookie #the oven continues to burn red velvet cookie #he won this is the result of it

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forever-rogue · 7 years ago

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Guilty Pleasure

A/N: It’s the holidays, so it’s fluff fest time! Please enjoy! If you have any requests/prompts/ideas, please feel free to send them in! If you want to be added to my permanent taglist, also let me know :)

Word Count: 1.6k

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

It was only a few days before Christmas, and while most people would be peacefully sleeping, Y/N was more wide awake than ever. Maybe it was all the deliciously sweet holiday coffees she had consumed the previous afternoon and evening or the excitement of the holiday, but Y/N didn’t feel the least bit tried; she was buzzing with energy.

What better way to channel all of her 3am energy than to bake cookies? She and Chris had a lot of different parties to attend the next few days, so she figured she was killing two birds with one stone. Plus, everyone loved her cookies, and she wouldn’t turn down any compliments.

She gathered all the ingredients and threw them onto the kitchen counter, trying to decide what kinds to make. Dodger had followed her downstairs, interested once he realized she was going to the kitchen. He laid down on his bed they kept in there for him and watched her closely.

“Hmm…what do you think?” She tapped her chin for a few moments and looked over at Dodger, hoping he’d provide some sort of answer, “good idea, boy. We’ll make daddy’s favorite too.” She gave him a nod of approval as though he had solved her dilemma. He raised his ears and tilted his head at her.

She quickly realized she was missing something. She pulled out her phone, pulled up Spotify and put into the small speakers they kept in the kitchen. She cast a nervous glance towards the staircase, half expecting Chris to come down and catch her in the act. After listening for a few moments for any sound of movement, of which she heard none, she decided she was in the clear. She went back to her phone and put her One Direction playlist on shuffle. She would never admit it, but they were a huge guilty pleasure for her. Dodger flopped on his side and closed his eyes, as though in response to her music choice.

“Dodge, you’re supposed to be on my side, don’t judge,” she gave in and tossed one of his treats his way.

Y/N had settled on making five different kinds of cookies: classic chocolate chip, chocolate cookies with white chips, red velvet, sugar cookies, and of course, Chris’ favorite: oatmeal chocolate chip. She was tempted to make more, but decided to not overdue, otherwise they’d be stuck with too many extras.

She was throwing everything together and cutting the sugar cookies into holiday shapes, all while dancing and singing along to the music. Y/N had tried each of her batters, satisfied that these would impress everyone she gave them too. Dodger was quietly napping, occasionally throwing her a dirty look when she would sing off key.

She put a few trays into the oven and set the timer. One of her favorite songs was playing and she could help but sing along, using her spatula as a microphone, “So tell me girl if everytime we touch, you get this kind of rush, baby, say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeahhhhh and let me kiss youuuu.”

Y/N nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard a chuckle and slow clapping from behind her. She turned around and saw Chris standing there, watching her with amusement written all over his face. She could feel her own face burning up as she tried to think of a good excuse.

“This...uhhh, definitely isn’t what it looks like,” she said sheepishly as she put the spatula back on the counter.

“Really? Because it looks like you’re up at almost 3 in the morning, listening to One Direction and baking with the dog,” he pulled out one of the bar chairs to kitchen island and pulled one of the bowls of batter towards himself.

“Well, then...I guess it is pretty much what it looks like,” she admitted in defeat. Dodger whined lightly from over in the corner.

“Why are you up so late? And baking on top of it?” He examined the bowl for a moment before he realized what it was and scooped out a bit with his finger and stuck in his mouth.

“I couldn’t sleep, I’m way too wired,” she walked over and smacked his hand before he could put it back in the bowl for more, “so I decided to bake cookies for all the parties we’re going to. Not for you to eat my batter.”

“Aww come on, you made my favorite, you knew this would happen,” he protested and gave her sad eyes, reminiscent of the look Dodger gave her when he did something he knew he shouldn’t.

“No, I didn’t,” she leaned over the counter so her face was inches from his, “I believed you would be sleeping.”

“I woke up to an empty bed, my wife and son gone, and then I heard the music and here I am,” he leaned in and gave her a quick kiss, sweetness from the cookie dough lingering on his lips.

“I love you,” she grinned at him as she walked around the counter and over to him, placing her hands on his broad shoulders, “I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“Don’t worry, pretty girl, I still love you too,” Chris stood up and wrapped his strong arms around her. She snuggled her face in his neck, his beard tickling her cheek. She breathed in his familiar scent; it was warm and musky, and she missed it so much when he left for his various filming projects, “even if you have bad taste in music.”

“Hey! I do not have bad taste! Besides, it’s my guilty pleasure, okay? It’s not like I think it’s actually good,” she lied and turned away from him. The timer went off and she went over to pull out the trays. They filled the kitchen with a warm, delicious smell. She placed them down on the counter to cool, “Chris, my love, you’re going to help me, right?”

“Aww, I just want to eat the cookies,” he huffed, as she handed him a spoon and empty cookie sheet ready for him to load up.

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll make it worth your while,” she didn’t look at him but keep her eyes trained on the cookies she was lying out, a smirk was was plastered on her face. She could see him perking up from the corner of her eye.

“By all means then,” he raised his eyebrows and started working to quickly finish his task.

“Don’t rush, they need to look good!” She scolded him as he walked up behind her and placed his tray in the oven.

“Please, no one cares what they look as long as they’re good,” he reached around her and took the spoon from her hand and took over her tray. She relaxed into his chest as she let him work, making a sound of content. He laughed a little and kissed the top of her head.

“As much as I’m enjoying this, just remember they need to taste and look good. Just because you’re my husband, doesn’t mean I’ll let sloppy work pass,”

“You’re too much,” he sighed a little as he finished and put the tray in and set the timer. He leaned against the counter and put his arms out for Y/N. She eagerly accepted and hugged him tightly, “have I ever told how much I love you?”

“Hmmm, I don’t think so,” she looked into his beautiful blues, “I think you should tell me again. Or show me.”

“Well, let’s see. My beautiful wife, I love you so much, I couldn’t imagine a day without you. You are my sun and stars,” he laughed a little as he quoted one of her favorite cheesy sayings from Game of Thrones.

“You are the moon of my life,” she leaned up on her toes and kissed him gently, “I love you too. More than anything.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page,” he eagerly returned her kiss.

She smiled and wrapped her arms his neck, hand going into his hair as she deepened the kiss, making him moan lightly. Chris dropped his hands and gripped her waist pulling her as tightly to his body as he could, ready to continue on when they were interrupted by the ding of oven timer.

Chris groaned as Y/N started laughing and went to rescue the cookies before they could burn. He smacked her butt as she bent over to grab the trays, “Chris!”

“Come onnnnn, hurry up,” he insisted, the lust obvious in his voice, “it’s bedroom time.”

“Calm down there, buddy. This is the last of them,” Y/N put them on the counter along with the rest and turned the oven off, “besides, our son is watching.”

“He doesn’t care,” he grabbed her hand and started pulling her in the direction of the stairs. Dodger let out a loud groan and snuggled further into his bed, as though purposely ignoring them, “let’s go.”

Y/N laughed at her husband and gave Dodger an apologetic look, “be a good boy!”

“He’s not the only one that’s going to be a good boy,” Chris shouted as he bounded up the stairs.

Y/N smirked to herself as she wasted in time in following Chris to their bedroom.

#chris evans #imagine #chris evans x reader #ofc #baking #christmas #holidays #dodger #captain america #marvel #dmca #actors #steve rogers #sebastian stan #bucky barnes

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bakinghounds · 1 month ago

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Hm? What's wrong? Did something happen?

Greetings, how are you today? [can be responded by any]

What a polite greeting! It wasn't often that someone who held such formality with him. Then again, not many dared to even ask him how his day was. It was refreshing! "I guess I'm doing alright. How are yo-"

"Wait a minute..." Who was he even talking to? And how did they get here?

#the oven continues to burn red velvet cookie #darkcacacocookieandfriends #red velvet cookie

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foodonabudget18-blog · 6 years ago

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4 recipes for less than $3 a serving

We all know that cooking can be challenging and expensive, but what if I told you that it didn’t always have to be that way? Today I’m going to share with you 4 recipes that won’t break your bank and taste incredible! All these amazing recipes cost $3 or less per serving! That’s insane! I hope you all enjoy.

The first recipe I want to share with you all is an apple chicken wrap. This recipe allows you to make as much as you want for only $1.25 per serving. Not to mention it’s pretty healthy too! I learned this recipe from 5dollardinners, so make sure you check them out and all the other great recipes they have!

http://www.5dollardinners.com/apple-chicken-lettuce-wraps/

What you will need: 1 lb. ground chicken (or you can make your own and dice it yourself)

6 tbs soy sauce

1 tbs vinegar

½ tsp salt

1 tsp garlic salt

2 tsp minced garlic (you can add more if you want a stronger garlic flavor)

1 tsp cornstarch

2 tbs honey

1 tps ground ginger

16 lettuce leaves (big enough to use as “shells”)

1 apple

Optional: green onions, other veggie toppers, ½ tsp crushed red pepper

Directions:

1) In a skillet brown the chicken with both the garlic powder and the salt. Make sure that you cook the chicken all the way through

2) In a medium sized mixing bowl, combine the soy sauce, honey, vinegar, minced garlic, ground ginger, and crushed peppers. Once well combined slowly stir into the chicken over a low heat and allow the sauce to warm up thouroughly.

3) Combine the cornstarch with equal parts water. Once well combined mix in with the sauce and allow it to simmer for 3 minutes. In this time the sauce should thicken up. Add more cornstarch mixture if you desire a thicker sauce, and less if you want a thinner sauce.

4) Carefully chop the apple up into small chunks and combine with the green onion. This mixture lightens up the meal and adds a layer of texture.

5) Carefully layer everything up inside of the lettuce leaves. The chicken should be on the bottom topped with the apple and onions. And finally enjoy!

The next recipe I would like to share with you is called “Greek Turkey and Rice Skillet”. I learned this recipe from a place called Budget Bytes. To me it makes me feel fancy because it’s a different taste then normal American food. It makes me want to take a trip and enjoy some real Greek style food. Reguardless, this recipe is amazing and I highly recommend it. It also is low cost with a serving cost of $2.49.

https://www.budgetbytes.com/greek-turkey-rice-skillet/

What you will need:

1 tbsp olive oil

2 cloves of garlic (minced)

16oz Ground turkey (I prefer 97% Lean)

1 tsp dried oregano

¼ tsp salt

1 c. white rice

¼ lb spinach (fresh or frozen)

1/3 c. sun dried tomatos (optional if you don’t like tomatoes)

½ c. olives (sliced, I prefer black)

1 ½ c. Chicken broth

1 lemon

Parsley

1 oz feta cheese

Directions:

1) Using a deep skillet pan, add the olive oil and minced garlic. Sauté over medium heat for 2 minutes. In this time, you should start to smell the garlic. Once you can smell the garlic, add in the ground turkey and oregano. Make sure to salt and pepper to taste. Continue to sauté over medium heat until the turkey is cooked through. This typically takes about 5 minutes.

2) While the meat is cooking take the time to slice the olives and tomatoes. Once the meat is cooked, add the rice, spinach, olives, and tomatoes to the skillet.

3) Add the chicken broth and stir until well combined. Placing a lid on the skillet, turn the heat up to a medium high, allowing the mixture to come to a slight boil. Once it is boiling turn the heat back down to a low to medium low and simmer for another 15 minutes.

4) Once 15 minutes has passed stir the mixture and replace the lid. Turn off the heat completely and allow the mixture to sit for an additional 10 minutes.

5) While the mixture is sitting, zest half the lemon and slice it into wedges and roughly chop the parsley. Give the skillet a stir and top with the lemon zest, parsley, and feta.

6) Serve with lemon wedges on the side for added zing and flavor. This allows the consumer to decide whether or not to squeeze the lemon over their helping.

The next recipe I would love to share with you guys is actually a vegetarian dish! Sadly, its not vegan, although it is easy to make it vegan style using vegan ingredients rather than things like real cheese. This recipe rings in at a total of $0.90 per serving, how amazing is that! The best part, its pizza! This pizza is a garlic and kale pizza, which is a healthy alternative then your average meat lovers’ delivery. This recipe also came from Budget Bytes, so make sure to check them out!

https://www.budgetbytes.com/garlicky-kale-and-ricotta-pizza/

What you will need:

2 tbsp olive oil

1 clove of garlic (minced)

6 cups of kale leaves (torn/shredded)

1 large pizza dough (if I’m lazy I use 1.5 tubs of the refrigerated Pillsbury ones)

¼ tsp garlic powder

1 c. whole milk ricotta

1 c. mozzarella

Directions:

1) Preheat the oven to 400F. If the kale you purchased has stems, make sure to remove them. Rinse the kale well and tear into 2-inch pieces. These pieces may be bigger or smaller depending on your preference.

2) Place the garlic and 1 tbsp of oil into a large pot and sauté over a medium heat for 1 minute. The garlic should turn soft and become fragrant. Add the kale and continue to sauté for an addition 5 minute. In this time the kale should start to wither. Season the kale with salt and pepper to taste.

3) Shape your pizza dough into a circle or square and place inside either a pizza pan or baking tray of some sort. The normal size for a circular pizza is between 12 and 14 inches. Some pizza doughs require pre-baking before adding toppings so make sure to read the directions of the dough you choose. Many premade pizza crusts do not require this.

4) In a small bowl combine the other tbsp of olive oil and garlic powder. Brush the mixture onto the surface of the dough. Sprinkle the kale evenly over the pizza dough. Top with the ricotta and mozzarella cheese. The mozzarella cheese should be the final layer to your pizza.

5) Bake the pizza for 15-20 minutes, or until the desired brownness of the crust and cheese. Slice the pizza into the desired servings and enjoy.

The last recipe that I would love to share with you is a desert. This desert is a chocolate lava cake. Lava cakes are one of my favorite deserts because its like there’s a surprise in the middle! They are so fun and gooey. It makes me feel like a kid again. The other good this about lava cakes is that there are so many different recipes out there. You can make red velvet, vanilla, chocolate, and even cookie ones! The combinations are endless.

https://www.eatwell101.com/chocolate-lava-cake-recipe-molten-chocolate-cake

What you will need:

7 oz butter

7 oz chocolate (can be whatever type you want)

5 ½ oz icing sugar

1 2/3 c. flour

1 tsp baking powder

4 eggs

Directions:

1) In a saucepan, melt the chocolate and butter together over a low heat. This is best achieved using a double boiler, or a heat resistant bowl over a pan of water. You may also do this in a microwave but be careful as you can easily burn the chocolate this way. The best way is to start melting in 30 second intervals, and once it starts to melt drop down to 15 second intervals until well combined.

2) In a bowl which together the icing sugar and eggs. Add in the flour and baking powder and gently mix until combined. Slowly add in the melted chocolate and butter until you get a smooth paste like consistency. Pour the mixture into small buttered molds and allow them to rest in a refrigerator for at least 2 hours. If you don’t have molds you can use oven resistant mugs or even cupcake tins.

3) Once the batter has rested, preheat the oven to 360F. Bake the batter for 8 minutes until they turn a light golden brown.

4) Serve and enjoy! These cakes go really well with chocolate syrup, caramel, whip cream, or even some ice cream on top. So, don’t forget to top it with something you enjoy!

Thank you guys so much for the support you have given me so far. I hope that you enjoy these recipes and check out the different people who help inspire me to do my cooking. Keep in mind that each recipe can be changed and tailored to meet your wants and needs. So don’t be afraid to experiment and try different things! I hope you guys enjoy! If you try out any of these recipes take a picture and let me know what you thought!

#mkt400uwl

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mysteryfanfictheatre3000 · 7 years ago

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Back to the Frollo, Chapter 10

Warning: No one kills Hitler in this one.

Chapter Ten

"So you finally met him, eh?", chuckled Fern as I mentioned my first few meetings with Claude Frollo. She kept laughing as I helped her unload supplies from a wagon. One nice thing about Jacki's invention was that we were able to travel back and forth through time and space with little trouble.

And you’re using this revolutionary technology to go to 1400s France, do absolutely nothing important or interesting, and mess with the plot of a Disney movie. You could be killing Hitler right now, couldn’t you?

Fern and I had just returned from a special shopping trip back home; we had to stock up on things that we couldn't possibly get in 15th century France: corn, sweet potatoes, sugar, coffee, and other foods we took for granted in our own time. We were getting somewhat homesick.

So go home. No one wants you here, and again, I’m more comfortable with these crazies being in America where they’re powerless and jail is a thing.

We even brought back some recorded music. This was Fern's idea, though I was apprehensive about bringing the CDs. Jacki had rigged a special device on a boombox so we could listen to recorded music whenever we wanted. I never asked Jacki how it worked, must've been solar-powered, since we obviously had no electricity. All I knew was it worked.

This Jacki chick is a genius. Why is she devoting all her advancements in science to helping her teacher’s friend fall in love with an elderly priest from centuries ago instead of actually doing anything good in the world?

So now I had my Motown and R&B, and Fern had her country tunes. We had to either keep the volume down or listen with headphones. We would've had a LOT of explaining to do if we ever got caught, and I knew what the charge would be: Witchcraft.

She keeps worrying about being accused of being a witch, but she keeps bringing back unnecessary future technology that would heighten everyone’s suspicions of her being a witch!

I never told Fern everything about my encounters with Frollo nor did I tell her my true feelings for the Minister of Justice, that I was gradually falling in love with him, and he didn't even know. Fern just gave me a stern warning. "Please try to stay out of trouble, especially if it involves Minister Frollo." She looked at me intently. "I'd hate to tell your folks that their darling daughter's -- ahem -- 'tied up' in Paris and won't be coming home."

Tied up as in tied to a pyre about to get burned to death? Because that seems like it could happen.

She then embraced me, chuckling in that southern Indiana twang, "Girlfriend, if you want to be friendly with the likes of Claude Frollo, that's your business." As Fern settled herself in the wagon and took the reins in hand, she said, "It's weird but it's your business. Just be careful."

It is weird, but it’s absolutely your business because Danisha messing the most powerful man in Paris could absolutely get you both killed.

"Don't worry about me, Fern", I said, "I won't get in trouble." Fern left for that old chateau where she kept the '59 Chevy. She said she had to take care of some business. Odd, I thought, she never let me venture inside that magnificant house. I always had to stay outside while Fern readied the Chevy. The car remained secure in another building on the estate. How could she just stash the car on private property without permission? Why hasn't anyone discovered it by now? Why hasn't anyone questioned our comings and goings? And why were these trips always made at night?

Probably because you’re a sick weirdo and she wants to get away from you. And how is she living here anyway? Why is Danisha referring to Fern’s chateau as private property she isn’t supposed to be on? I thought she owned the house somehow. Is she just casually living with a random Parisian family?

I pushed those thoughts from my mind as I pondered Fern's warning, 'be careful'. There was no need to be extra cautious around Claude Frollo any more, as I encountered him several times since that odd business in the cathedral. Just pleasant small talk and a few smiles passed between us, nothing more. I really felt that we could finally become friends. What happened later that morning proved me right. A nice compliment and some homebaking at last helped to break the ice.

Home baking is two words. Also, that would probably make him sick, seeing as he’s never had 90% of modern-day foods.

Fern had brought back so many pecans that I decided to take advantage of the pleasant late-June weather and do some baking. I baked a variety of wonderful things: cookies for the kids, a pie for Quasimodo. I then packed some cookies in a pretty tin for Minister Frollo; he should appreciate this.

So she just wanders around giving people strange food they’ve never seen before? Also, how is she cooking right now? Modern stove tops and ovens didn’t exist back then. Is it another of Jacki’s marvelous inventions that won’t be mentioned ever again unless the plot demands it?

I must've had an attack of ESP, for at that very moment, Claude Frollo had just rode past our house. I immediately went to the door and started to call out to him. He must've sensed my presence as he circled back and stopped. Oh, he looks so handsome! He wasn't wearing the splendid black velvet judicial robe with its jewel-trimmed yoke and epaulets. Instead, he wore a casual, hunter-style outfit complete with tall boots, tunic, form-fitting black hose, a sweeping cloak, and the famous triangular hat with its long red veil. The entire ensemble fitted his tall, slender form perfectly.

Every time she describes him like this, I think I lose a year off my lifespan.

Claude Frollo smiled as he greeted me. "Good Morning, my dear. And what a good morning it is now that I have seen your charming face." I returned the smile and, feeling a little silly, replied in a mock-Southern, down-on-de-ole-plantation dialect, "Mornin', Min'ster Frollo, suh. Much 'bliged y'all kin stop by an' set a spell. I has some pow'ful tasty pecan cake in yonder. Y'all sho' is welcomed."

Why does she speak in these weird, racist old dialects when she’s trying to flirt? No part of that makes me think “sexy,” it makes me think she’s an idiot.

Claude Frollo couldn't stop laughing as he dismounted and approached me. "Is this the language of the New World? It's rather odd and harsh...", he said as I welcomed him inside. "Coming from you, my dear Mlle. Wood, it is like pure music." "I would be delighted", continued Frollo, "to partake some light refreshment, especially in the company of such a beautiful hostess."

I can’t even talk about how out of character this is without being redundant anymore. He’s an abusive genocidal maniac! Why is he flirting with a girl and eating cookies?!

I tried to keep my nervousness from showing during Frollo's brief visit, but here he was, the Minister of Justice himself, sharing a piece of cake, a cup of lemonade, and pleasant conversation. Frollo favorably commented on my baking skills and developed a fondness for pecans that persists to this day. It was a pleasant, although short, visit. My heart sank as I showed him to the door.

And then he threw up because you’re overloading his odd with food he’s never had before, chock-full of chemicals and microorganisms that didn’t exist back then and would make him sick.

"Good looking horse, Your Grace", I said as Frollo mounted that gorgeous black stallion. I handed over the tin of cookies. "Percheron stallion, am I right?", I asked. Claude Frollo grinned. "You are as keenly observant as you are lovely. How did you know?" "My grandpa owned Belgians", I replied, "and I just like big horses." I asked, "What's his name?" "I call him 'Snowball'", replied His Grace. I looked at Frollo quizzically. "Minister Frollo, this horse is not white, he's black. Naming a black horse 'Snowball'?...That's like naming a polar bear 'Midnight'."

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I was certain that the good judge would slap me upside my head, but he just softly chuckled and said, "My dear, never lose that special style of humor. I will admit I am getting used to it..." He paused for a few seconds, then adding at last, "And getting used to you."

That’s not funny, that’s just her not understanding a simple joke.

His eyes met mine and he grew strangely silent. We looked at each other for several moments, then Claude Frollo spoke at last. "I thank you for the treats. I'd love to stay longer but I do have duties to perform." I offered him a bright smile. "Minister Frollo, you're welcomed here anytime. I know you're busy, but, drop by every now and then." Claude Frollo returned the smile. "I shall," he said, "Oh yes, one more thing. Do call me 'Claude'. I know you have been very polite and formal, but we know each other well enough to be on Christian terms, Danisha." He smiled again, said good-bye, and rode off.

He’s not even “on Christian terms” with Quasimodo, the baby he raised for years! Why is he so buddy-buddy with this chick he just met?

It was so weird, I thought, that only a few days ago we were at odds. Now Claude and I were growing closer with each passing day, but only as friends. I didn't care what people said about him, about his cruel nature and cold-heartedness. In those early days of our friendship, Claude always treated me with patience and kindness.

Does it really matter if he “treats you with kindness” if he tried to rape and murder another woman and commit genocide against an entire people? I mean, the fact that he likes your food shouldn’t erase literally every bad thing he’s ever done. And he’s done a lot of them.

Often I would go to the Palace of Justice and we would read poetry to each other. Sometimes Claude would show me his collection of tapestries because, somehow, he knew of my keen interest in the textile arts. For several weeks, I had hoped that things would change for us, but I didn't have the guts to tell him that I loved him. I imagined he'd be offended if I confessed my true feelings; he never voiced his for me.

What’s more romantic than sharing poetry in front of soldiers getting tortured?

Maybe it was all for the best, since, as of August, I would never see him again. I decided to treasure the close bond between us while my vacation lasted. But an innocent game -- a game that wouldn't be invented for another 400 years -- nearly ended a special friendship that was destined to blossom into romance and passion.

Just out of curiosity, why can’t you see him again? What’s stopping you from going back in time? You have all this miracle technology, why can’t you use it?

#The Hunchback of Notre Dame #Claude frollo #danisha #back to the frollo

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