#when i’m actively cooking something over a fire with earbuds in i’m not interested in having a five minute conversation with you.

[camgoloud]

the unaffordability of one bedroom apartments in my area is something that can be so oppressive to me personally

[princessbun-head]

Watch Your Tongue (Chapter One)

Requested? Yes

Scott McCall x Reader, motherly figure! reader x Liam Dunbar

Could you write a teen wolf series please. It would be Y/N would be Scott's girlfriend and they would live together and she like a mother figure to Liam. One day something happens to Liam and he gets turned back to a toddler aged 2. So Y/N insists they are going to look after him until they can turn him back. So when Scott agrees she makes Scott goes with her to the shop to get Liam stuff as they have nothing for 2 year old. So when they are grabbing stuff to put in the cart like clothes, diapers, bottles, stroller, high chair, crib and toys. Liam starts pointing and yelling for something. When Y/N looks she sees he's pointing at pacifiers so she smiles and grabs him one. Liam would be a clingy child but cute. Maybe one part he could be sat with Y/N and Stiles picks him up and he would scream and make grabby hands to the reader and would cry as he thought Stiles was taking him away from her. Please could you write this series. I will send in more ideas thank you!

This is going to be a series, I'm not sure how long it'll be, but it won't be too long. Hopefully under ten chapters. I've been so inactive writing wise, but I hope all of you enjoy this! I love your feedback because it makes me feel so good inside. I love all of you and enjoy! xx

It’d hate to say this, but Beacon Hills was pretty normal that day. The whole pack was able to rest for a week, get caught up on their school work and lead a normal life for the week.

You and Scott finally moved into their new apartment. Even though you two were seniors and getting ready to go college, you both thought that moving in together wouldn’t really hurt anything. Besides, it was only going to be for a few months until both of you went off to college. Scott was heading to UC Davis and you were heading to University of California, Berkley.

It was only an hour and a half drive to meet, but you guys just wanted an excuse to live together.

Even though you and Scott had an apartment, you really couldn’t do all the things you wanted because Liam lived with you two. Neither of you were fond of it at first, but you realized that he was able to take care of himself, he just needed a place to stay and someone to mother him, which you found out that you were good at.

You made a simple breakfast for the three of you. It consisted of toast, eggs, and bacon. It didn’t take long for Scott and Liam to smell it and make their way into the kitchen.

“Good morning,” Scott said as he made his way into the kitchen, giving you a quick kiss. All three of you made your plates and quietly ate before you all had to leave for school.

“These are the best toast and eggs I ever had, (Y/N).” Scott complimented, tearing off a piece of toast and dipped it in his egg yolk.

You rolled your eyes playfully and said, “Anyone can make toast, eggs, and bacon.”

Liam shoved a forkful of eggs into his mouth and said with a mouthful, “When Stiles makes eggs, the egg shells are still in there.”

You must’ve looked disgusted because Scott agreed with Liam, “It’s true. He really can’t make a simple egg. The pan was set on fire one time.”

“I don’t even want to know.” You finally said, eating the last piece of your bacon. You took your plate to the sink and rinsed it off.

Liam took a bite of his toast and crumbs fell out of his mouth, he shrugged. “So not everyone can cook eggs, (Y/N).”

You laughed and took their plates, “Well, it’s Stiles for you.” Your eyes wandered to the clock and told them it was time to go to school. All of you grabbed your bags and headed out your car.

The pack met in the parking lot before school started, you were a human, but you were as much help as Stiles. The first bell rang and everyone scattered, you, Scott, and Lydia headed to study hall, Stiles and Malia to math, while Liam headed to chemistry. It was a given that Liam was terrible in chemistry. He didn’t like it one bit, and no matter how much he tried, he always ended up failing.

This morning he walked into chemistry with a misery that only he understood. He sat down at his usual spot by Mason and opened his book to the right page with a heavy sigh.

The teacher walked in, a chipper and kind woman in her 40s. “Okay, class!” She clapped her hands together and gestured to the board behind her, “I have assigned you to your partners for the day. Both of you will work on page 324, answering questions 1 to 37.” She stood there, when no one moved, she started clapping her hands, “C’mon, kids, get a move on!”

Liam’s eyes scanned the board, looking for his and his partners name. Adeley Walker. His eyebrows furrowed and he stopped, “Who is that?” He quietly asked Mason who was packing up his stuff to go to his partner’s table.

Mason looked around the room and pointed to a girl with purple hair sitting near the back with earbuds in, “Her.” He looked at his best friend and nodded, “Good luck.”

Liam sighed again, well, maybe she wasn’t as bad as she looked. He slowly got off his stool and began to approach her. When he was about ten feet from her, he smelled that she really wasn’t human. He couldn’t place the smell, but it smelt almost lavender-like. Liam assumed it was her perfume or something, but something about her told him she wasn’t human.

He placed his book on the table, slightly startling the girl. She took out an earbud and smiled politely at him.

Her purple hair lay straight with a middle part, her bangs bobby pinned back on each side. Her makeup was simple, basic cat eye with a brown (nearly purple) lipstick. She wore a lot of dark clothes and had piercings.

The quiet girl moved her bag so Liam could sit down on the stool next to her. He set his bag down and opened his book while she opened hers. “I’m Adeley.” She said, her voice soft and a sweet smile on her face.

“Liam.” He said, a smile also on his face. Maybe she wasn’t so bad after all. But there was still a nagging feeling that she wasn’t human. Again, he brushed off the feeling.

The class hour was almost over and Adeley was the main one doing the work, she didn’t mind because she liked chemistry. Liam didn’t mind because he hated chemistry. Although, there were some times when she would let him do an easy problem, or she’d help him, and Liam was very grateful for that.

“You know,” Her soft voice said as she figured out the last question, “I could help you in chemistry if you’d like?” She looked at him with her big (eye color) eyes, a shy smile on her painted lips. “I can tell you’re not that good in it and I figured, since I’m good at it…”

“Sure.” Liam said with a smile, he’d do anything to help improve his chemistry grade, and (Y/N) has been on him about improving his grades… “Sure, I’d like that.”

The smile grew bigger and she tore out the page in her notebook, hopping off the stool to hand it in. When she came back, the bell rang and she gathered her stuff. “We can meet you sometime and I can help you with homework?”

“Yeah, we can meet at lunch!” Liam happily said as he and Adeley walked out of the chemistry lab together. “Just wait at a table and I’ll meet you.” He said, obviously not having a problem with it.

Adeley nodded and clutched her book tight in her arms, “I’ll see you at lunch.” She smiled her polite smile and headed the other direction. Her cheeks were hot and she knew she was blushing.

She switched her chemistry book out for her history book when she got to her locker. In the back of her mind, she knew she shouldn’t have feelings for him. She knew what kind of friends he had, he was part of the lacrosse team and she knew that a majority of those guys were assholes.

Whatever, she shook her head and kept walking to her history class. She had a feeling Liam was different, even in the human way. She had a feeling he wasn’t a human either…

Lunch time rolled around, you grabbed a tray of food and made your way over to the usual table the pack sat at. Lydia was pushing some food around on her tray while Stiles was trying to convince her to try it.

“Come on, Lydia! It’s just stroganoff, you’ll like it!” He said, taking a big spoonful of the odd looking food and stuffing it in his mouth. Just as quickly as it went in, it came out. Stiles spit it back on the plate, a disgusted look on his face. “Delicious.” He finally said.

Lydia shook her head no and pushed her tray away from her. You sat down next to Lydia while Scott took a seat next to Stiles. “I’m not even going to touch it.” You admitted to Lydia. “I only got this for the fries.”

Scott looked at his tray with a questionable look, “Is it supposed to be grey?”

“Or moving?”

“It’s not moving.” Lydia said to Stiles.

“It could’ve been!”

You looked around the lunch room for Liam while they had the debate, “Have you guys seen Liam?” You asked.

Everyone stopped and started looking for Liam, finally Lydia spotted him and waved at him to come over to the table. He waved back at her and went to another table and sat down next to a girl with purple hair.

“Who is that?” You asked, motioning towards Liam and the mystery girl. You turned to look back to the rest of your group.

Scott shrugged and Stiles suggested, “Maybe his new girlfriend?”

“I thought he was seeing Hayden?” Lydia asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

You shrugged and turned back to your lunch, “I’ll ask him when he gets home, I guess.”

Liam and Adeley didn’t even touch their lunch. They spent almost the whole lunch hour working on chemistry and Liam didn’t mind it one bit. He got to know a little bit more about her and he found her kinda interesting, interesting enough to want her to meet the pack. Adeley was pretty cool.

Adeley had moved to Beacon Hills from Seattle because he father was a cop and they needed more cops around here, especially with the activity going on. Her father was the only one who took care of her, so she was mainly on her own unless he was home.

The lunch bell rung and Liam helped Adeley put her stuff away, “I have P.E now, but hopefully I’ll see you around? I want you to meet my friends, meet me after school and I’ll introduce you to them.” He said.

That surprised Adeley and she shook her head, “Okay.” She said.

“Okay.” He smiled and she smiled back. He turned and headed to P.E.

The school day was over and Adeley was walking on the side of the school to meet Liam. He told her that he would be at Lacrosse practice and to meet him there. As she neared the field, she saw him standing with some of the lacrosse players. She stopped and hid around the corner. Adeley didn’t trust any of the lacrosse players and tried her best to keep away from them.

“So, Dunbar, I saw you hanging out with that purple hair freak. What gives, man?” she heard one of the obnoxious ones say. In her mind, she was hoping he’d stand up for her.

The mean banter went on and finally, Liam said, “I just need help in chemistry, okay?” Her heart broke, he’s not even going to admit that they’re possible friends? Maybe he was just saying that?

Adeley shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. She knew she shouldn’t have trusted him, she told herself she shouldn’t be crying about him. She swallowed her tears and turned to make her way home. Liam Dunbar was no good, and she was right.

okay so I know that wasn't that good, but it's just the beginning and yeah. don't hate me lol it should get better as it goes on, if not, shoot me lol jk don't, I have bills to pay. I hope you all enjoyed it, more to come if you like it!

[elainescookingforthesoul]

TRANSCRIPT for Episode 1.06 “Robin’s Penne Bolognese” (PART 1/2)

ACT I

[INTRO MUSIC]

ELAINE: Hello and welcome back to Elaine's Cooking Podcast for the Soul. I am your host Elaine Martínez, and tonight...well, tonight listeners, in the interest of open communication, I've been feeling a little blue. I suspect it may be the temporary lockdown in place across LA making me a little stir-crazy...I've been stuck this dental office for the past three days. Or it could be the lean rations and the ongoing ban on bread. I don't know, sometimes I think it's just the death of most my friends and family after the rapid, haphazard exchange of nuclear weapons by now-extinct government bodies all those months ago...I hate to complain, but I know there might be other people feeling a little down, so thought it might be worth sharing. We all have ways of coping with sad emotions, but the best way for me is by cooking up something good and talking to myself! Today, however, I'm getting a little outside that old routine. Oh, I'm still cooking up something delicious, but this time around I'll be talking to a lovely new guest by the name of Robin Jones. Welcome, Robin! 

ROBIN: Hello, Elaine!

ELAINE: Robin, it is truly a pleasure to see you. Now we were once tangential acquaintances…

ROBIN: Yeah, I was your barista! Saw this babe every day for their chai tea latte. And now I get to hang out where you work! I didn't even know you were a dentist! Although I guess in retrospect, your scrubs and insistence that I use your #1 Dentist mug makes a little more sense.

ELAINE: Oh, I've missed those chai lattes, and I've missed your energy. Still have the cup though! See?

[CERAMIC MUG HITS TABLE]

ROBIN: Sick.

ELAINE: Well, what are we cooking up today, Miss Robin?

ROBIN: Firstly, before we get in too deep, I do prefer gender neutral pronouns such as they, them, or just Robin.

ELAINE: I hope I didn't offend you.

ROBIN: Nah, you didn't know! Now you do. Still prefer she and her?

ELAINE: That is correct. And secondly?

ROBIN: Secondly, let me just say when I heard you were doing a post-apocalyptic cooking podcast, I was like, okay, but there are only two ways to eat canned meat as far as I know: hot or cold, right? But then I remembered two very magical words: Penne Bolognese.

ELAINE: Italian!

ROBIN: Yup. The recipe I brought with me is a modified version of other, better versions. It uses only a can of diced tomatoes, a half cup of lentils, some tomato paste, a handful of illegal spices, and my least favorite noodle, the freaking tiny tube-ish one.

ELAINE: I see. Well your candor is much appreciated.

ROBIN: Sure sure, that's like my thing. Hey. Remember when you were talking about being sad and lonely?

ELAINE: Just a few moments ago?

ROBIN: Yeah.

ELAINE: Yes. Why?

ROBIN: Is that, like, the same as feeling bummed?

ELAINE: Maybe. What does feeling bummed feel like for you?

ROBIN: You know, bummed. For me it's like this engulfing wave thing that happens to my heart every once in a while when I remember everything I've lost. My mom, my sisters, my cats, my bluetooth earbuds...It feels like my heart is being squeezed, but also like I'm plummeting from the top of a roller coaster. But it's not fun at all.

ELAINE: Sounds like...and I am just a dentist and not a licensed therapist, psychologist, or medical doctor...but perhaps you are describing a panic attack brought on by feelings of sadness and isolation? 

ROBIN: Nah, I wasn't panicking at all though. I was just chilling in the abandoned Russian deli I've been living out of, sitting on the counter, eating some Sour Punch Straws and thinking about life.

ELAINE: Sure, but--

ROBIN: Like, for all intents and purposes, it was a pretty regular day.

ELAINE: My own anxiety has many triggers. Sometimes it seems to pop up quite randomly and can really lay me low.

ROBIN: Woof. Thank god I don't have that.

ELAINE: Right...Well, Robin, what I'd like to suggest is that you continue talking this out with a licensed therapist--I used to know many. But these days everyone of that ilk has been rounded up to work on those semi-sentient advertising robots.

ROBIN: You mean the Ad Ministers? Those things are...

ELAINE: Terrifying?

ROBIN: I was gonna say 'dope,' but yeah they're pretty fuckin terrifying.

ELAINE: Indeed. So since real methods of dealing with our declining mental health is temporarily unattainable, why don't we work through this by way of having a little fun cooking up some food and enjoying one another's company?  Why don't you share a little about this delightful dish with us!

ROBIN: Cool, I'll just like tamp those feelings down for now. Gimme a second.

ELAINE: Please, take your time.

ROBIN: Cool, all set. So for the dish there are basically two elements uniting here. We've got a real chunky tomato-ey sauce.

ELAINE: Plainly stated, I love it.

ROBIN: And we've got a noodle. 

ELAINE: Penne, to be precise.

ROBIN: Ugh, don't get me started. This dumb-looking tube is by far the least popular noodle, and it's impossible to trade at the ration swaps. Even wheat fettuccini noodles pull higher rank than this guy.

ELAINE: It is a very boring noodle. Let's get started on this sauce! Afterwards, we'll rinse out the pot and boil up the penne.

ROBIN: The sauce! Oh man, Elaine. I've really worked this one out. It's a huge step up from your regular jar of marinara. Lots more flavor, tons more protein. 

ELAINE: Ooh, and we certainly are not in a position to turn down protein.

ROBIN: No, we are not. So the sauce is real  simple. I brought with me a can of diced tomatoes. Will you open that?

ELAINE: Of course.

[CAN OPENER GRINDING]

ROBIN: And I guess I can get this hot plate thingy fired up...It's like a camping stove, huh?

[GAS/WHOOSH OF HOT PLATE]

ELAINE: Exactly. It gets that pot hot extremely fast. 

ROBIN: Perf. Just throw those tomatoes right on in, Elaine.

[SIZZLE]

ROBIN: And then we'll fill that can there with some water and add that as well. May I?

[WATER POURING]

ELAINE: Oh my. I never thought of using the water pick for cooking before.

ROBIN: Well, if we're gonna do this on top of a dental chair, we might as well use the whole hog, right? 

ELAINE: Very resourceful. 

ROBIN: Great. So we can just let that pot get hot...you weren't kidding. This thing works fast.

ELAINE: It is always an extremely high flame, and a very thin pot. 

ROBIN: Well alright. I guess it's time to add the tomato paste--just a squirt there, maybe a tablespoon's worth.

[SQUIRT AND SIZZLE]

ELAINE: Done. I'll just stir that in.

ROBIN: Great! And now we get to add all the illegal spices and herbs I bought and stole

ELAINE: So much candor.

ROBIN: It's my signature Sogbop spice. 

ELAINE: Sogbop. I can't say I have ever heard of that before.

ROBIN: Oh sure, that's because I made it up. It's a teaspoon each of salt, oregano, garlic powder, basil, onion powder, and parsley. All these herbs together make SOGBOP. It's like instant Italian.

ELAINE: Bellissimo!

ROBIN: Totinos! Pizza Roll-eys!

ELAINE: We should stop. We may be getting accidentally culturally insensitive.

ROBIN: Can I do one more?

ELAINE: No, we should return to the dish.

ROBIN: You're right. Anyway, I wanted to do that thing they always do in cooking shows where they have tiny little glass or ceramic bowls with the dosed out amounts of spice. But I just threw them all in this baby food jar here instead. Sorry it's less elegant. 

ELAINE: Not at all. I feel like a cooking show that is sustained without a visual element is entitled to certain shortcuts.

ROBIN: Totally. So at this point, the sauce is smelling pretty damn nice. The thing that's gonna make this an almost-Bolognese, though, is these lentils. I brought red lentils this time around, but brown lentils work fine too. 

ELAINE: Looks to be about half a cup.

ROBIN: Yup. We pour these bad boys in.

[LENTILS POUR]

ELAINE: We are nearing the capacity for this small one-quart pot.

ROBIN: And I think I'm gonna push it by adding even more water. 

[WATER SPRAYS IN]

ELAINE: Very nearly to the brim. 

ROBIN: Don't worry, the lentils will do their thing in a minute.

[WATER POURS OVER, SIZZLES]

ELAINE: If you say so. How long does it take to cook?

ROBIN:About ten or fifteen, I'd say. High flame, thin pot, right?

ELAINE: Right. Well perhaps we ought to take a quick break. Listeners, when we return we will be checking in on this delicious-smelling Bolognese sauce, boiling up some noodles, and conquering our anxiety and depression!

ROBIN: That's a tall order.

ELAINE: We'll start with the penne Bolognese and see if we have time for the other stuff.

ROBIN: Sounds good.

ELAINE: We'll be right back. Please stay still and do nothing, or other government-approved activities.

END OF ACT I

INTERLUDE/AD BREAK

ELAINE: Okay, listeners, please bear with me. As you probably know, every local business was assigned an Ad Minister--those patrolling android robot thingies? Anyway, I've locked mine in the lobby storage room because it's been playing this unbearably dull ad for that nondescript item nonstop all week, and--

AD MINISTER: Don't like this ad?

ELAINE: Oh...no, not really. I just--

AD MINISTER: I have heard every commercial. Generating new ad...ready.

ELAINE: Wow, great!

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ELAINE

...okay. Well, back to the show!

[MUSICAL TRILL]