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holylulusworld · 3 months
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Summary: He’s new to town and just your type…
Pairing: Reacher x Plussized!Reader
Warnings: size kink, flirty reader, objectification of Reacher, language, violence, flirting
A/N: Please consider, that I do not follow the exact storyline of season one. Some characters known from the show may appear.
Catch up here: BFG (1)
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Reacher made himself scarce over the following days. If not for the missing pie in your fridge and the fixed sink, you’d believe Reacher didn’t come to your home at all.
You don’t know what kind of business he has to take care of in your sleepy town, and you don’t want to know. He’s the kind of person you don’t ask too many questions. 
“Morning,” you chirp when you walk in on Reacher wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He emptied the rest of your orange juice, drinking right out of the carton.
“Morning,” he looks at you when you pass him by to look in the fridge. “I drank your orange juice and ate the leftovers. I’ll pay you back.”
“Nah, I’m glad you ate the lasagna,” you say while poking your head inside the fridge. “It’s great to have someone around who can eat. A big man needs a lot of food.”
“Uh-thanks,” he grins as you bend a little to look for the eggs. You stick your ass out, offering a perfect view of your ass to Reacher. “I took care of the sink in the kitchen, and I’ll have a look at the heater upstairs.”
“You earned your stay already.” You place the eggs on the counter. “Do you want to have breakfast before you go? I bet you didn’t get any food last night. No wonder you had to eat the leftovers.”
“I came back late and didn’t find the time to grab food,” he dips his head to watch you grab a pan. “I wouldn’t say no to eggs.”
“How about pancakes, eggs, and bacon,” you smirk. Reacher subconsciously licks his lips. He hums and drops his eyes to the eggs. “As long as you are around, I’ll make sure you eat well. I can’t have you starving.”
He laughs. A heartfelt laughter fills the room as you join him. It’s been a while since you felt comfortable enough around a man to be just you. 
That’s why you’re single at the moment. You hate playing a role and acting like you are a different person only because a man doesn’t like your attitude or personality. 
You are who you are. Nothing less and nothing more.
“You think I’m starving?” He challenges. 
“A man must eat to stay as big and tall as you,” you point out while unashamedly looking him up and down. “Now, pancakes yes or no?”
“I won’t say no to some pancakes and eggs…and bacon. Can I help you? I’m not a great cook, but I know a few tricks.”
“I bet you do,” you coo, and smirk. This man is a force of nature, and you try to show him that you can hold up with him. “What do you have up your sleeve, Mr. Reacher?”
Cocking your head, you watch him wipe his hand on his shirt. 
“Just Reacher, mom called me that too,” he says. “And she taught me a thing or two when it comes to cooking.” He reaches for the eggs. “I can prepare the pancakes if you want me to.”
“Your mom,” you hum. “I learned baking and cooking from granny and my mom.”
“Your door needs fixing too,” he casually says while cracking the eggs. “I’ll take care of it tomorrow.”
“Oh?” you quirk a brow. “What’s wrong with my door?”
He sighs, long and a little exasperated. “It’s not safe. Anyone could break in and steal your leftovers,” his features darken, and he squares his jaw, “or worse.”
“I got a nice baseball bat I’m burning to test on someone’s face,” you grin, but your smile fades when he shakes his head. “What? I’m not some damsel in distress.”
“I know you are not but,” he places his hand on top of yours, “there are people out there stronger than you. Maybe even stronger than me.”
You glance at Reacher. Maybe he’s not wrong. This sleepy town used to be a safe and friendly place, but things changed.
“Okay,” you agree. “This town isn’t as safe as it used to be. If you have any suggestions, tell me. I’ll buy all you’ll need.”
Reacher and you work in silence, preparing breakfast for the two of you. You glance at him from time to time, wondering about his plans for this town. He came here for a reason. You only hope he stays a little longer than a few days…
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“Coffee, black,” a familiar voice barks at Sally Ann. It could’ve been a nice day, but now it’s ruined. “Chop, chop! I don’t have all day. Move your ass.”
“A good morning to you too,” you glare at the unwelcome guest. Kliner jr. - a slimy bastard you can’t stand. He believes only because his daddy has more money than his spoiled son can count that he’s better than the other people in town. “What can we bring you today?”
“Coffee, black,” his tone doesn’t change, only the way he stares at you. He cocks his head to watch you turn around to get a cup for him. “You still got that juicy ass, huh? Did anyone already fuck it? Damn, I bet—”
His voice dies, and you hear something slam onto the counter. You assume he slammed his fist down. 
You twirl around to show him the way out only to watch Reacher press Kliner Jr.’s head to the counter.
He squares his jaw and lifts his hand only to slam the bastard’s head down onto the counter again.
“No one disrespects this lady in her diner or elsewhere,” Reacher whispers in Kliner Jr.’s ear. “I want you to nod if you understood what I said.”
“Do you know who my father is?” Kliner Jr. spats. He tries to act all tough, but it takes anything in him to not wet his pants. This beast of a man holds his head pinned to the counter and he’s got no clue how to free himself. “He’ll … he’ll…”
“He will do shit boy,” you snap at Kliner Jr. “Now get out of my diner or I will let you arrest for harassment.”
“Bitch!”
Reacher grabs Kliner Jr. but his neck, ready to slam him onto the counter again. “I want you to apologize to this lady. And you better mean it.”
“Fuck you!”
“Reacher. Stop.” You shake your head. “I’d like to tell you that he got the message, but he didn’t. He’s one of these guys who need a kick in the balls to leave a woman alone. I just don’t think anything will fix the mess in his head.”
Reacher looks you straight in the eyes, silently asking you if you want him to hurt Kliner Jr. even more. “You will get out of the diner and never come back. If I hear about you harassing her again, you will wish that you were never born.”
He releases Kliner Jr. and pushes him toward the door. “You are banned from the diner. Never come back.” You yell after him.
“Your coffee tastes like sweat either way,” Kliner Jr. spats while spitting blood onto the floor. “You fucked with the wrong guy.”
“You wish,” you snap and get your baseball bat out from under the counter. “You should be thankful he took care of you, not me. Betsy my bat would’ve made sure that you’ll never have a Kliner Jr.”
“You didn’t lie about that bat,” Reacher points at the baseball bat on the counter. “I knew you were trouble.”
“I could say the same about you.” You both chuckle at your flirty banter. “How about I give you a slice of pie for your help, sweetie.”
“That pet name sticks, huh?” He plops down on his seat. “Do you want me to wipe the counter?” Reacher looks at the blood on the counter. “I can clean up.”
“You handled the bastard, I can handle a little blood,” you wink at Reacher. “What do you want? Cherry, apple, or peach.”
“You know my taste.” 
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“I see you are already working on my door,” you duck under Reacher’s arm to enter your house. “You know, I wanted to pay for the things you’ll need to make it safer.”
“I got it handled,” he shrugs and goes back to work. It looks like he is trying to protect the crown jewels or something. “I bought orange juice too.”
“Well, if you are done for today,” you lean against the wall next to Reacher, “I’ll make you something for dinner.”
He looks at you and smirks. “I’d like that. I’m almost finished.”
“I’ll be waiting for you in the kitchen. I got a beer for you too.”
You walk toward the kitchen, swaying your hips as you feel his eyes on you.
Smiling to yourself you decide to not let this man slip through your fingers.
Part 3
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call-me-strega · 6 months
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How to Become a Step-Dad in 5 Easy Steps: part 1
Jason meets Single Dad Danny who is taking care of a de-aged Dani while trying to get his degree at Gotham U. Both of them fall hard, hijinks and shenanigans ensue, simping on both sides.
Edit: background info/lore found here
Edit: part 2 now found here
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Step 1: Meet an attractive single parent
As a Crime Lord/vigilante Red Hood had multiple safe houses that he used in and out of the mask. Some were for each exclusive identity to prevent anyone from linking them together and others used for both. Currently, Jason was walking out of his 2nd favorite safe house and the mostly permanent residence of “civilian and non-profit worker: Jason Todd” with a plate of cookies and a pan full of lasagna for his new neighbors that moved in two doors down. He may have been a street rat but he’d be damned if Alfred and Talia hadn’t taught him hospitality (it was a fact of life that grandparents and Asian people would try to feed their guests like their honor depended on it). Plus it was a great way to do some reconnaissance on whether or not these new neighbors could potentially pose an issue. The apartment complex was on the border of Crime Alley and Burnley meaning the people who lived there weren’t doing too hot money-wise but were at least able to avoid the worst of Crime Alley. Jason was just planning to go over introduce himself, hand over the homemade food, and head off to a different safe house to get his gear and patrol. However, he was not expecting to see his new neighbor standing outside struggling to open his own door, a six-year-old on his hip, arguing with someone over the phone. The young man had a lean build and appeared to be no older than 20, give or take a year or two. He had black bangs that cast a shadow on his face making his eye-bags appear even darker and startling blue eyes clouded with anger and resentment, likely towards whoever was on the phone. He was so occupied with his conversation he didn’t seem to notice that someone else had stepped into the hallway. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a loose white shirt with a NASA logo on it that slightly hung off his shoulder. He also wore a black hoodie with a white hood and neon green accents that seemed to be subject to his sister(?)’s death grip. Despite his disheveled state, there was something about his new neighbor that drew him in. His aura washed over Jason like a cool breeze on a hot day making it hard for Jason to look away. He would have continued assessing the man if he hadn’t made eye contact with the identical blue eyes of the young girl perched on his hip, who looked at him with a curious sparkle in her eyes. He discreetly turned back around to lock his own door, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation the elder (brother?) seemed to be having. It could provide some info on these new neighbors.
“-shut up Vlad! I’m not moving into your rich guy penthouse! I wouldn’t be taking any of your shady money if I didn’t need child support for Ellie!”
Huh. So her dad/guardian then?
“ Of course I have to do this Vald! What’s the other option, sending her back to a Frootloop like you?! … I’m not going to abandon Ellie for something that wasn’t her choice. She didn’t ask to be created Vlad that’s why she gets a chance.”
Okay so setting aside the rather concerning parts New Neighbor Guy™️ was definitely that child’s parent. Seems fairly rational as well.
“How do I know you’d be a terrible guardian? Plenty of reasons, do you want the list chronologically or alphabetized! You violated me, who you said you wanted to adopt despite me having two living parents, you created Ellie and several other failed attempts without my knowledge, you hid her from me, you tried to teach her to hate me before we even met, you named her Danielle after me instead of giving her her own identity, the list goes on and on Vlad! Do you want me to continue because that’s just the stuff that involves Ellie— I was 14, you middle-aged vampire look-alike! Of course I wasn’t jumping at the chance to become a teen dad! I was a freshman in high school! Besides you know what my parents are like, lab safety regulations were more like a healthy suggestion to them. I was in no position to be taking care of a child!”
Rage flashed in Jason’s eyes as he tightened his grip on his glass Tupperware pan full of lasagna. This conversation was not painting a pretty picture about his neighbor’s situation. He took a deep breath trying to calm himself before belatedly realizing his neighbor had gotten real quiet. He turned around, catching the tail end of his neighbor’s conversation as he finally succeeded in opening the door.
“Whatever Vlad, just keep paying your child support and for Ancients’ sake please stop trying to date my mom. …. Yeah, yeah screw you too Count Chocula.”
The neighbor set his daughter down, likely so she could enter the apartment, and slipped his phone from between his head and shoulder into his hand to hang up on that Vlad guy. Now seemed like as good a time as any to approach. Jason walked up the the young man and coughed trying to get his attention. The young man met Jason’s eyes with a somewhat surprised look. As if he wasn’t unaware of Jason’s presence but hadn’t expected him to talk to him. Jason decided he should start speaking now before things got too awkward.
“Uh- Hi, I’m Jason. I live a few doors down in 357,” he said glancing at the 353 on his neighbors’ door before he continued. “I heard you moving in a few days ago and thought I’d swing by with some food to welcome you to the building.” He stuck out his hand for the other to shake.
“Hi I’m Danny, Danny Nightingale,” he said taking Jason’s hand and ‘Wow his hands are cold’, “ and this little munchkin here is Ellie!” Danny and Ellie flashed him matching smiles like twin suns making Jason's heart melt. He returned their smiles before extending the food to Danny.
“ I don’t know if you’ve had time to get groceries yet but here’s some homemade lasagna if you need a quick meal while you’re getting settled,” he then crouched down to Ellie’s level and stage-whispered in her ear conspiratorially “ and there are some chocolate chip cookies on that plate too.”
Ellie giggled out a thank and threw her arms around Jason’s neck, giving him a quick hug before letting go and dashing into the apartment. Jason watched her go, stunned but feeling warm and fuzzy inside. He turned his attention back to Danny, who shook his head and huffed amusedly. They made eye contact as Jason rose and realized he was a head taller than the guy. He felt the heat expanding in his chest and crawling up his neck, curling behind his ears. He decided now that Ellie had gone in it would be a good time to talk to Danny about what he overheard.
“ So it really wasn’t my intention to do so but I overheard some of that conversation you were having over the phone earlier,” he watched Danny’s smile drop a bit as he winced. Jason awkwardly brought up his hand to scratch the back of his neck and continued.
“ Look I don’t wanna insert myself into your situation but if you ever need help I’m just a few doors down. And if that guy gets pushy or stops sending his child support I can help you find a couple of avenues you can take. Plus, although we’re technically outside Red Hood’s territory I’m sure he wouldn’t mind extending protection over you like he does for the other Crime Alley folk if ya really need it.”
Danny’s face smoothed out looking a bit flushed and appreciative as he went on. He gave Jason a small smile and replied, “ Thank you for the offer. I really do appreciate it. Might just take ya up on it at some point. As for Red Hood? I think I’ll avoid needing the protection of a crime boss vigilante if I can help it. Don’t worry too much about Vlad though. I’ve got him handled currently and he’ll behave if he knows what’s good for him!” Danny smiled threateningly towards the end of his reassurance. (‘His canines are peaking out that’s so cute’)
Jason chuckled with Danny as their eyes locked once more. They stayed lost in each others’ eyes for what seemed like hours before they heard a thump followed by a small “oof” coming from inside the apartment. Danny turned to the door and called out to Ellie,
“Ellie, what was that? Are you okay”
“I’m fine! My shirt just fell!”
“That sounded heavier than a shirt?”
“I was in it!”
Danny sighed, shaking his head before turning to Jason once more.
“Thank you again for the food, any chance you’d like to come in and have something to drink?”
“Thanks for the offer but I’ll have to decline. I need to start heading out for work.”
“Well then, I shouldn’t keep you. I’d hate to make you late for work.” He waved goodbye as Jason nodded his head and started walking down the hall.
His neighbors seemed entirely harmless he decided as he walked away. ‘The kid was cute’ he thought to himself. A smaller voice from the back of his head that sounded vaguely like the Pits chimed in ‘Her dad was even cuter.’
~~~~~ Please let me know what you guys think and if you want to see more of this. I thrive on feedback so feel free to leave any notes or comments!
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kcrossvine-art · 11 months
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Heya folks n friends! Today on our LotR cooking series, we're going to be making something inspired by Mrs. Maggot, wife of Farmer Maggot. Originally we were going to do a cream of mushroom soup, but the idea of adding meat as a cheeky lil joke on their last names was too good to pass up. In my mind meat goes better with thin soups than creamy ones.
And thus Mrs. Maggots Meat 'N Mush Stew was born.
(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)
MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS
SO, “what goes in to Mrs. Maggots Meat 'N Mush Stew?” YOU MIGHT ASKFor the stew portion itself we're going to be using a hearty base, aiming for a layering of flavors. If you feel comfortable making a roux, feel free to do so, but I did not due to energy levels and thus the flour in this recipe is only used for searing the meat before its added to the pot.
Cubed beef
Flour
Peanut oil
Beef stock
Dried porcini mushrooms
Carrots, chopped
Onion, diced
Garlic, crushed
Scallion, chopped
Bay leaf
Salt and pepper
Ground red pepper
Cumin
Zatarins gumbo file
For the other mushrooms, were going to cook them separate and throw them in at the end (but they'll have friends to keep them company!!).
Cremini mushrooms, sliced
Half an onion
Carrots
Garlic
Salt and pepper
Thyme
Olive oil
This took about 4 hours in total. If you have a slow cooker itd probably be easier to use that, but as is isn't too bad either. I mostly worked on commission stuff in the kitchen in-between stirring. "The best food is the one you don't have to make, the second best food is the one you don't have to think while making."
AND, “what does Mrs. Maggots Meat 'N Mush Stew taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASK
HOT HOT HOT
Tastes like walking from the cold into the cramped but cozy bar your friend works at
Meat was so tender and juicy, melts in your mouth. Makes you cry
It wanst actually carmelization but the onions had a hint of tasting caramelized
Mushrooms- a strong umami flavor with a bit of smokeyness
Once you get that Perfect level of gumbo file, it just makes every other element stick out more
Like an energy booster for the ingredients
A spotlight on the bay leaf, and oils, and spices
. If you don't want to use beef, feel free to use vegetable stock instead and replace the cubes with strips of king oyster mushrooms. Exclude the flour but still cook them in the pan. . this isnt officially part of the recipe since im not sure itd be 'on theme', but feel free to start your rice cooker around the 3 hour mark so you can have some hot rice ready for serving as filler.
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When I was looking through food and food mentions in LotR, Mrs.Maggot just stook out to me. 'Queen amongst farmers wives' is both really sweet and a fuckin killer description. What a legend. I wanted to do something based on her and our two options were either beer, bacon or raw mushrooms. Beer while very appealing is also not something you can whip up in a day, while raw mushrooms have a chance of killing my beloved readers. I don't want to talk about me and bacons sordid past.
And so as praise to this funky farmer women, may you add this stew to your collection of potpie, lasagna, and roast recipes.
Did i mention i started my first grease fire when making this? Yeah. Don't cover any empty greased pan even if your intent is to keep water from splashing into it.
Anyway, this recipe is a solid 10/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) The partner has already made me pledge to cook it again hehehe
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Ingredients:
2 lbs cubed beef
A little bit of flour to 'tumble' the meat in, in a bowl
Peanut oil to sear the beef, as needed
3 kilograms beef stock
28g dried porcini mushrooms
4 carrots, chopped
1 white onion, diced
4 cloves garlic, crushed
1 scallion branch, chopped
Salt and pepper to taste
Ground red pepper to taste
Cumin to taste
3 bay leafs
A pinch of Zatarins gumbo file
Ingredients… . . TWO:
1 lb cremini mushrooms
Half of a white onion, diced
1 carrot, chopped
2 cloves garlic, crushed
Salt, pepper, and thyme to taste
Olive oil as needed to pan-fry
Method:
Put the porcini mushrooms into a bowl, add enough warm water to cover. Give them roughly 20 minutes, or until softened and the waters turned color.
Cut the carrots, onion, and garlic.
Get a large pot with a lid, pour in your stock (or water and bouillon cubes). Pour in the porcinis and the mushroom water. Turn the burner to medium-high.
Add your bay leaves, carrots, onion, and garlic to the pot. Add extra salt if you'd like.
Tenderize and cut your beef into roughly 1 inch cubes.
In a small bowl, pour a handful of flour along with pepper, cumin, and ground red pepper. Mix until combined.
Lightly toss each cube of beef in the mixture, get a little coverage on each side.
Heat a frying pan to medium heat and add peanut oil. If using an electric stovetop it will take time to heat up.
Add some of your beef cubes to the pan, don't overcrowd it. Flip to check sides are a light brown with dark brown edges, its good for some pink/red to poke through.
Add beef cubes to the pot when done, careful of splashing.
Keep doing this in batches until all beef cubes are added. 
 Once the pot has reached a simmer, turn the heat down a few notches and cover.
Set a timer for 4 hours. Taste test every so often. Aim to stir the pot every 10-15 minutes.
(You can do steps 14-21 immediately or optionally wait a bit)
 Rinse and dry your cremini mushrooms.
Slice them vertically. Cut the carrots, onion, and garlic.
In a frying pan on medium-low heat, add olive oil, carrots, and onion. Keep the vegetables moving! When they start to change texture, add your cremini mushrooms.
Bring the pan up to medium heat. 
Once your mushrooms have cooked off the liquid inside, theyll start turning a deeper brown. Add the garlic. Keep! the! vegetables! Moving!
If the pan gets overcrowded, take some out and set it aside in a bowl. Smaller batches.
This process took roughly 15 minutes, but youll know its done once everything has a nice sear on it and the garlic is brown but not burnt. Add salt, pepper, and thyme to taste.
Set everything aside in a bowl.
Once the 4 hours are up the meat should be cooked all the way through and tender enough to pull apart. Strain the bay leaves out. Cut and add scallions. Add the bowl with cremini mushrooms.
Add a pinch of gumbo file to start, stir and taste test.
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peachiemilkytea · 5 months
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Pt 1 , Pt 2
Summary: you’ve always worked at Frebear’s diner as an engineer. Since your dad is long time friends with Henry Emily. Though life gets overwhelming with home life and work.
Parings: Michael Afton x Reader
Warnings: slowburn, semi strangers to enemies to lovers, more so strangers to friends to lovers, mention of Y/N, AFAB!reader,
A/N: I am so excited to be bringing this series onto Tumblr. I am a little nervous considering this is the first series I am purring onto tumblr- please enjoy! I love hearing about critical criticism from others. Tumblr writers are like.. deities to me so 😭 I’m really nervous.
WC: 28K
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In greek mythology, humans had four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. Zeus split them into two separate people. They long for their other have. they throw themselves into relationships to search their lives for their other halves. A woman who was split from a woman looks for her other half, a man who was split from a man looks for his other half, and a man who was split from a woman looks for his other half. When a person meets their other half they are struck by their senses of love. A sense of belonging to one another. They don't want to be seperated from each other, not even a moment. The soul of every lover longs to be whole. We look for our other half to find ourselves. This is apart of Aristophanes Tale of Love.
I hope I can find my other half soon so I can get out of this house. I muffled myself further into my pillow. Making it cover my ears. Yet no matter how much I rolled back and forth I'm still hungry! I sighed and got up from my bed. Passing by my mirror. My hair was a bird's nest. I strike a pose in the mirror with a smile. Then walked downstairs where all the noise was coming from.
In the kitchen was my mom leaning on the kitchen counter. A red turtleneck, fluffy curly outward hair, and mom jeans with a belt. Another woman known as my best friend's mother, Darlene Jo. Brunette big curly hair going down to her shoulders with bangs leaning to the side. Chestnut eyes with natural shadows. In a green striped suit jacket, a collared ruffle shirt, and a pendant on the collar. A black skirt with black heels. Sitting at the table. Always a sweet face. Gossiping like they always do.
"Mom, do we have anything to eat?" I whined annoyingly.
"Did you look, Dottie?" Mom says calling me by my nickname. I opened the fridge, looked at it, then closed it again. I turned to my mother, holding out my hands to the fridge. My mother looked down and shook her head.
"Oh (Y/n)! You're becoming so big, how old are you sweetie?" Darlene asked.
"I'm nineteen," I answered causally, pulling out leftover lasagna out of the fridge. Reaching up past my mom to grab a plate. I put the lasagna on a pan and lit up the stove.
"You're growing up too fast, you've certainly grown into a young woman. Oh do you remember the times you and Cheryl would go to the park? Then you would push her on the swing? Oh memories~" Darlene swooned in memory lane with nostalgia twinkling in her eyes. I chuckled at the memory and nodded my head subtly.
They went back to gossiping. I got curious and listened in while I reheated the lasagna. Apparently a new girl named Betty just got stationed at my moms office. Going on about how Betty doesn't do her job right and bosses other people around. She would boss my mom around about what should be in the paper and what not should be. Which was just a bunch of bogus. Then my mom told her off politely, schooled her. She is a journalist. Darlene is a lawyer. I always loved listening to her cases and crime stories. Though it's classified I'm an expectation.
There was this one case where four employees were killed at Chuck E Cheese, one was injured. The shooter was Nathan Dunlap, a 19 year old former worker. He was full of rage after being fired 5 months after the incident. He went into the restaurant and ordered a sandwich then played arcade games. Dunlap hid in the bathroom till closing time. Once it was closing time he came out of the bathroom with a pistol. Dunlap shot Sylvia Crowell, she was cleaning the salad bar. She was 19. Shot closed range from her right ear. Ben Grant was vacuuming till he was shot close to his left eye. He was 17. Colleen O'Connor begged for her life on her knees till she was shot by Dunlap in the top of her head. She was 17. Bobby Stephens survived the shooting. When he came back from taking a smoke break out in the back. He thought the noise inside the restaurant was kids popping balloons. He was 20.
When Stephens came back inside he unloaded the dishwasher. Though Dunlap came through the kitchen door and shot him in the jaw. Stephens played dead. Dunlap made Marge Kohlberg unlock the safe. She was 50. Once it was opened Kohlberg was shot in the ear. He took the money and shot her in the other ear after he saw her move. The manager that fired him wasn't there. Stephens escaped through the back door. There was an apartment complex, Mill Pond. He alerted the people there that others had been attacked and shot. He was hospitalized at Denver General Hospital. When the police arrived they found the bodies. Crowell was half alive and they hospitalized her. Though she was brain dead and died from her injuries in Aurora Regional Medical Center.
Dunlap ran away with 1,500 dollars of cash and game tokens. He was arrested at his mothers apartment a few hours later. Darlene actually met Stephens and Dunlap. She got more facts on the shooter and the full story from the survivor. She said how he was behind bars when she interrogated him.
Nathan Jerard Dunlap, born April 8, 1974, was raised by his adoptive father and biological mother, who married each other when Nathan was a few months old. He had never met his biological father. His mother had schizophrenia and bipolar disorder. Atleast twice in Dunlap'slife, he tried to commit suicide.When Dunlap was 14, his adoptive father asked the psychologist at Overland High School to evaluate him, and testing revealed signs of hypomania. Scary stuff, I know. I don't know how Darlene does these cases.
"Vivian, don't worry about that girl. Sometimes we need to put up with arrogant people." Darlene says, taking a sip of her coffee. I noticed my mom's coffee on the counter next to me. I slowly snuck my hand over to her coffee. It looked good! I wanted a sip! Mom smacked my hand away. I jumped away holding my wrist jokingly offended.
"I guess you're right, Dottie, you left your comic books all over the table in the living room." Mom said, stroking my cheek and holding my chin.
"I'll go clean it in a second mom, Darlene what's been happening? Any cases?" I asked, rubbing my hands together.
"Nothing you need to know Missy, that is until Viv leaves." Darlene winked, leaning her cheek on her hand. My mom gasps dramatically and holds her hand on her chest.
I chuckled and left the kitchen. There was a pile of my magazines on the coffee table. I groaned at the sight. Since when did I become such a slob? It's fun being a slob though. Lazing around all day. Now that's the dream. I picked up my comics. It consisted of Akira, Vampirella, Daredevil, Spider man, and etc. The phone rang on the nearest coffee table next to the couch. I dropped my comics back on the middle table. If it's another advertisement call. I picked up the phone.
"Hello?" I asked, holding it up on my shoulder and picking up my scattered comics again.
"Hello (Y/n)! Can you come down to the diner? I have some new plans to show you." My good friend Henry Emily, a close friend of mine. He was friends with my dad in high school. Henry was invited over by him to have dinner with my family. Ever since I first met him at dinner I warmed up to him. I could sneak out sometimes to see him and helped him around the diner. He is a family man, very joyful. A ray of sunshine. He always had bright ideas to make others happy and do what he loves. If he would be a flower he would be a sunflower. Sweet as honey. A teddy bear of a man. His smarts were outstanding! It always amazes me at how his brain works. My best friend!
"Yeah I can come down, I'm excited to see those plans. I'll be down there soon." I said and hung up. I dropped all my comics again and put the phone down.
"Mom! I'm going to the diner!" I yelled and ran to the kitchen. Peeking out from the hallway. I don't need permission to leave but I should at least tell her where I'm going.
"Okay Dottie be safe!" Mom said and walked over to me. Holding my face and kissing my cheek. That's going to leave a mark. She's wearing red lipstcik. My nose scrunched from all the love and affection.
"Mooommm!" I whined.
"Bye (Y/n)!" Darlene waved.
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"Thank you for coming (Y/n), I got some new ideas for the animatronic I'm working for you." Henry said, waving his hands around excitedly.
"Is this about Trickster? Oh! Now you got me all excited!" I said with a bounce in my step.
"Yes it is! I got the blue prints all ready and I was hoping you'd come and help me pick out the materials you want her to be made with." Henry asks, looking down at me. Trickster was a jester animatronic that he was making for me that is inspired off of me. This little project has been going on for months now. He led me inside his office and opened the door for me.
I looked over his desk. There were blueprints of Trickster. A clown animatronic with (h/c) (h/l) hair and a hat that has outstretched on two sides with jingle bells. The hat was (f/c) and white. Around her neck was a ruffled collar that stood out at every end. There were light reddish pinks on her cheeks and nose, red lips, and blue eye shadows. Jingle bell dangle earrings hung from her ears. A (f/c) corset with a ribbon tying in the middle. Ribbon bow straps around her arms that were also (f/c). Pearls that slung down her arms, neck, and thighs. A (f/c) tutu that pointed outwards with jingle bells on the ends of it. A lace thigh harness. Jingle bell ribbons around her wrists and thigh. Lastly was Mary Janes with white Lace ruffled socks to top it all off.
My pride and joy. I came up with this design with Henry. I remember the awe on our faces when the final design came to be. Now it's time to choose what to make it out of. What I didn't notice was how Henry was admiring me. My fingertips traced the thin lining of the blue prints drawing.
"I was thinking that for its endoskeleton we would give it a thin skeleton with all the wires connecting in the middle. The shape of it will be similar to the human skeleton. The head should be smaller than the body. The wires will make it move and the control flannel. That will be in the center. The chest capsule. The control planned will be programmed with movement and commands to give to Trickster. Then we'll have a voice box in the throat that you've picked out." Henry rambled writing what he was saying on another piece of paper next to the blueprints on top of a folder labeled 'Trickster prototype.'
"You should probably make her out of light-ish things. Nothing too heavy that the endoskeleton couldn't take. Maybe something like aluminum and steel? For the wires we can use rubber. The servos will be all around. Arms, legs, hips, you know the rest. The sphero RVR will be in the parts that most need support like the chest, legs, head, and arm. The tensorflow will be with the motherboard in the chest or it can be in the head. Either one is okay really. It's just to do tasks. The cameras should be in the eyes too. How does that sound?" I explained tapping the pencil on the desk against my lips. Moving my fingers to what parts should be where.
I learned this geeky computer and robotics stuff from my science robots club. It's an engineering club that they held when I was back in high school. I took what I learned and ran wild with it. Though I was teased for it. Always being called a nerd and being thrown in trash cans.
"You always amaze me (Y/n)," Henry said, pushing his hair back with a grin looking down at his newly made list of things I rambled about. I nodded bashfully.
"I should get back to work now but we'll hang out later (Y/n), how does a movie and dinner sound?" Henry asks, rubbing his hands together.
"Sure! I'd love to see the twins again." I beamed. Sammy would always jump in my arms and make me hold him. He would never leave even for his parents. Always a quiet little sweetheart. He would read books with me. He would sit on my lap and flip through the pages after I read them to him.
"I'm sure he and Charlie would love to see you. Now I should get back to work, we'll have it on Friday at eight." Henry said and sat down at his desk. I was leaning on it using my arms as support.
"I'll see ya later Henry," I hugged him leaning into his touch. He held me back and rested his head on mine. Henry pulled away but I was still holding onto him. He chuckled and hugged me again. I finally pulled away. I closed the door behind me.
Maybe I should go bother Will. I walked to the office that wasn't too far away from Henry's office. On the door read 'W.A." I knocked on the door and walked right inside. There William Afton sat at his desk tapping his finger on his desk while his other hand held his head stressfully.
"Sod off, I didn't even tell you to come in." William groaned not looking up from his work.
"Wow, not even a hello?" I said smirking, leaning against the doorway. He finally looked up from his work. He softened with a smile, lifting his head from his work.
My friend, William Afton. A sophisticated man. He is practical and cold. Though at the same time he is a tease. I met him through Henry. He is known as Henry's best friend and partner in the business. Henry brought me in to work to have me help around and spend more time with him. Henry introduced me to Will when he was coming out of the spring Bonnie suit. We would see each other more and more around the diner. Though he ignored me and was annoyed at me trying to talk to him every time, till I dealt with animatronic fix. I repaired the broken Spring Fredbear parts. He was actually amazed at my work! Though he wouldn't admit it, it still showed. Since then we've been friends. Let's just say, it took a year for him to warm up to me...
"Come here dearest, have you come to help us again?" William asked, his British accent slipping out. He went back to working on the papers.
"Yes I have, I just got done talking to Henry about our little project. Relax a bit, Will." I said, walking behind him and rubbing his shoulders.
"You know how I love that, duchess." He sat back leaning into my hands. When he gets stressed he gets snappy. The last thing I need is him being snappy. I love little moments like this. He's rarely showing his sweet side. I feel him relax under me.
"Now what's got you so stressed out?" I asked him palming his back. He sighed happily leaning his head back.
"Just work. I have so many papers on the company's taxes and ordering more supplies. Food for the chiefs, materials for the animatronics, more plates and silverware, and you know the rest. Just keeping the building running. It's been so stressful lately." William pauses on his words as if he was forgetting his worries.
"Adulting is hard. I feel bad for you. Why don't you take a break?" I patted his shoulder. He picked up his pen and started signing off his papers.
"Because my job is very important, (Y/n)." William said not looking up from his papers.
"When's the due date?" I asked, tilting my head.
"In two weeks." William said. I picked up his pencil and threw it far away. He looked up at me with a gruff on his face. The corners of his lip twitched.
"Oops." I said smiling. William sighed leaning back in his chair. Tapping his finger against the desk.
"Guess I'll have a break, so dearest, what did you have in mind?" William asked, putting his elbows on the table, his fingers intertwining together, and resting his hand on the back of his hands.
"Want to play cards?" I suggested pulling out his card deck in his desk side drawer. I shuffled them on his desk.
"What will we play?"
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The door slammed behind me. I was kicked out of William's office by yours truly. All because I won a game of monopoly.
Maybe I should become a millionaire.
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Get Out of My Kitchen - Part 1/2
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Dom!Louis x Sub!Harry
(T) (1.1k)
“Get out of my kitchen,”
Harry quickly stalked over, poking his finger into Louis’ ribs. “Lou, you’re- I’m trying to cook over here. Out of my kitchen. I mean it. Out. Take the whole bloody block of it if you must but don’t-” 
“Your kitchen, huh? Say that again,” Louis challenged, tilting his head to the side, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
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The one where Harry has had it with his husband interrupting him, but he isn't having any of his cheek.
Tags: Established relationship, canon, Louis overreacting, Dom!Louis X Sub!Harry (mildly at the end), tw swearing, tw sexual implications, harry’s bald ig?
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“Could you please not?” Harry huffed out as Louis bumped against him for the third time in the last five minutes, leaning up to get a mug from the cupboard for the shorter man, handing it to him with a grimace. “ ‘S my last cuppa,” Louis said solemnly, widening his eyes at the younger man, well aware he would be back in a few minutes. 
“It was supposed to be the last cookie. And the last spoonful of dough. And-”
“Alright, alright, don’t get your panties all in a twist, lad,” Louis chuckled, shooting Harry a shit-eating grin as he purposely bumped into him on his way out, ducking out of the doorway with a yelp when Harry reached out with flour covered hands. “The game’s back on. And- there’s smoke coming from the oven,” He pointed out, sticking his head back in, laughing under his breath as Harry rushed over and brought out a large pan of slightly too-brown cake. 
“Oh that looks great, if a little burnt. Don’t mind if I do,” Louis chuckled, walking back in and riffling through the drawers for a fork. “I very much do mind, Lewis.” Harry narrowed his eyes at the older man, slapping his hand away when he reached for the cake, “It’s for dessert this evening. Now, go,” He said through gritted teeth, bodily pushing his husband out of the room, ignoring his pleas and protests.
Harry sighed as he laid the cake on the cooling rack, making a note to shave off the browned exterior. He loved having the rest of the boys over, loved cooking for them, and loved Louis even more, but his husband was a handful sometimes, he thought, chuckling internally. He cracked the window open, letting some of the smoke out as he got working on the petit fours, putting some strawberries in a bowl full of cold water as he whipped up some cream, humming a little tune to himself. 
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Barely ten minutes had passed and Louis had already made two more trips into the kitchen, one to fill up his mug again and another to put a bag of popcorn into the microwave. He hadn’t exactly said anything to Harry, but Harry knew exactly what he was up to and made sure to squint at him in the most intimidating way he could (which wasn’t too intimidating, apparently, considering how the older man always burst into laughter at his expression).
He was grating up some parmesan onto the lasagna he had already layered with ricotta and mozzarella, thoughts lingering jokingly on how much easier his life would be, not if Louis could actually come and help (he was a hopeless romantic, but not that hopeful) but if he didn’t have to practically fend Louis off like- like he used to fend off Dusty when he would pile food into her dish. He giggled to himself at the absurd image of Louis as a cat that popped up in his mind, quickly glancing at the clock. They still had a while before the boys would come, and knowing them, they wouldn’t exactly be on the minute. 
Harry was wrapping up the parmesan and placing it in the fridge but he turned and saw Louis standing by the tray, shreds of cheese stuck to his fingers as he quickly hid them, looking like a child caught stealing cookies and for one moment Harry had the irrational urge to burst into laughter- but that quickly dissipated when Louis pinched some more cheese up, holding his gaze insolently as he put it in his mouth. 
“Get out of my kitchen,”
Harry quickly stalked over, poking his finger into Louis’ ribs. “Lou, you’re- I’m trying to cook over here. Out of my kitchen. I mean it. Out. Take the whole bloody block of it if you must but don’t-” 
“Your kitchen, huh? Say that again,” Louis challenged, tilting his head to the side, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Get. Out. Of. My-”
Harry stopped midway, words disappearing from his mind as Louis came up to him, locking both his wrists in a single fluid motion, gripping them tightly on either side as he locked him against his own body. The expression on Louis’ face could only be described as hungry, and Harry shivered slightly, the cold edge of the counter digging into his waist where his shirt had ridden up.
Louis tutted, dramatically raising an eyebrow, “You’re asking me to get out? In that tone? ‘S not a very nice thing to say. I’m just here trying to show how much I appreciate your cooking and you’re being… so rude,” Louis sighed deeply and despite his nonchalant tone, Harry almost felt the atmosphere in the room shift and it sent a bolt of arousal through him. 
Harry was in half a mind to be mouthy, break out of his grip and talk back to him, it wouldn’t have been an effort at all; but one look at Louis’ face, pupils already blown wide, swallowing the blue around them, jaw set as he pouted slightly had him reconsider, slipping easily into their roles. “I- I was just- wanted to cook well and yo-” 
“Y’know, we have about an hour.” Louis interrupted, the soft smile on his face completely at odds with his tone, leaning in until his lips were close enough to Harry’s ear for him to feel his warm breath, causing goosebumps to run down his side. “I don’t want excuses, love. You were using your mouth too much…” he tutted, lifting Harry’s chin with his finger to catch his gaze.
Harry had unknowingly trapped his bottom lip between his teeth and Louis gently pushed at it with his thumb, still intently staring at the younger man. “Would’ve liked to just bend you over right here, use that fucking spoon on you- show you what you get for talking back,” he whispered, tongue darting out to wet his lips and Harry’s gaze caught on them, feeling blood rush south, knees weak as he already regretted not thinking before he spoke, feeling a tingle of excitement despite the apprehension swirling in his gut.
“Eyes up here.” Louis said shortly, “Bedroom, now. You have exactly five minutes, y’know what to do,” He brushed his thumb across Harry’s lips, the unsaid ‘or else’ hanging heavy in the air, smirking as he walked out of the kitchen, leaving Harry struggling to catch his breath as he rushed off, all thoughts of cooking out the window.
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What does " de quoi " mean in French ?
Avoir + de quoi + verbe à l'infinitif = to have the means/the equipment to do something - Vous avez de quoi faire des lasagnes chez vous ? // Do you (plural or formal) have the ingredients to make lasagna at home ? Note : When talking about food, it will usually mean "do you have the ingredients to make...." but it might also refer to the equipment required, such as an oven/a wok... - T'as de quoi prendre des notes ? // Do you have something to take notes on/with ? - T'as de quoi payer sur toi ? // Do you have any money on you? You can also use this structure with other verbs like "acheter" (to buy) ou "prendre" (to bring) for example : - J'ai acheté de quoi faire des crêpes. // I bought the necessary ingredients to make some crêpes. Note 1 : It might also refer to a specific kind of pan used to make crêpes. Note 2 : Crêpes and pancakes are absolutely not the same thing and I refuse to use those words interchangeably. - J'ai pris de quoi lire. // I brought something to read with me. - J'ai pris de quoi manger. // I brought something to eat with me.
Avoir + de quoi + verbe à l'infinitif can also be translated as "to have enough (of something) to do something : - J'ai de quoi vivre confortablement pendant un an sans travailler // I have enough (money) to live comfortably for a year without working. - J'ai, dans mes placarts, de quoi manger pendant un mois. // I have, in my cupboards, enough (food) to eat for a month.
Other uses of "de quoi" -> À la suite de quoi = Whereupon -> Some verbs might require the use of "de quoi" in certain cases : - Il n'y a pas de quoi s'inquiéter. // There is nothing to worry about. - Il n'y a pas de quoi s'énerver. // There is nothing to get worked up about. - Je ne comprends pas de quoi on parle. // I don't understand what we are talking about. - Mais de quoi tu parles ? // What the hell are you talking about ? Note : Be careful with "mais" at the beginning of a question, it is the equivalent of "what the hell"/"what on earth" Mais qu'est ce que tu fais encore là ? // What the hell are you still doing here ?
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OK I made the Hoover Stew🍅🥫
YALL. this was delicious. of course I altered the recipe significantly because we are no longer in the Great Depression. yay!✨
according to the internet machine, Hoover stew was designed to be extremely flexible, recipe-wise, for the obvious reason that, during the Great Depression, one could never be sure what one might have (or not have) in the pantry. and it was designed to be CHEAP.
this is also ideal for me. a poor graduate student.
the basic ingredients of Hoover stew are: macaroni, hot dogs, stewed tomatoes, and corn.
I wanted mine to resemble a jambalaya, with a very hearty sauce.
here’s what I did:
½ lb (dry) ridged macaroni, boiled until very al dente, about 5 mins
4 andouille sausages, cut into coins and then browned on each side in a frying pan, about 5 mins
In a large pot, all the following ingredients:
Also don’t drain ANY cans! Put that liquid in there!
2 cans stewed tomatoes
1 can yellow corn (I kind of wish I had added 2 tho)
1 can green beans (the 1 inch pieces type)
1 large can black beans in creole sauce with pork seasoning (this was crucial! to the sauce!! I could have added two of these easily)
Cajun seasoning (+ all the following herbs and spices to taste)
Oregano
Basil
A bay leaf (crucial. don’t leave it in forever tho.)
Powdered mustard (my secret ingredient for almost everything savory. it’s SUCH a good mid-note spice)
Freshly ground black pepper (you likely do not need to add salt, because there is salt in most of these cans, in the sausage, in your pasta water, and in the ketchup. however it is up to you. I put a tiny bit in. I can’t say I regret it.)
About ¼ cup ketchup (listen… it’s a damn good base note for the all-important sauce)
I simmered this uncovered for round about 10-15 mins. I wanted the sauce to thicken and give the bay leaf time to work it’s magic. then I added the pasta and sausage coins and gave it all a good stir.
this makes a LOT of stew. it is truly delicious. do not be like me and make a whole pound of pasta only to realize you only need ½ a pound. you only need half (1/2) a pound of dry pasta. i promise.
if you don’t have two large pots, boil the pasta in a smaller pot and save your big pot for the whole stew.
some other things that would probably be delicious in this: cubed potatoes (skin on or off). additional types of beans. bacon. frozen peas and carrots. graham masala. cumin. okra. chili powder. sage and rosemary. any type of ground meat instead of sausage. lentils. lowry’s taco or lasagna seasoning. idk make it your own. <3
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"In Dreams" Chapter 3 (Hook X Older Female Reader)
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Title: In Dreams Pairing: Hook X Older Female Reade Summary: Hook meets the woman of his dreams. Literally. The only problem? She is married in actuality. And her marriage is not the happy one she tries to portray in reality. Not to mention Y/N has a secret she failed to reveal in their shared dreams.  Can Hook persuade her to leave her husband and seek the safety of his love instead? Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with AEW. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content/Trigger Warnings: Through the story as a whole–Domestic Abuse against a woman, implied rape.
Note: You may want to scan over Chapters 1 & 2 before reading this chapter, seeing as I revised them. 
Chapter 3
Running late for supper–it was nearly 9 o'clock–you hurried across the kitchen to get the lasagna out of the oven. Being careful to not burn your hands, you lifted the pan out of the oven and set it on the stove top to cool a little.
Derek had not been home–thank goodness–when you got back from picking up Sienna at the Bright Horizons Daycare. So you'd set about getting supper prepared.
Once the lasagna was settled on the stovetop, you grabbed Sienna's bottle and headed out of the kitchen and walked straight to the stairs so you could go up to the nursery and feed the baby before Derek and you ate.
You quickly lifted the infant from the playpen and gave her the bottle so she could feed. "Here you go, baby girl," you whispered, gently jostling her in your arms. The baby cooed as she drank her formula.
Like you always did when feeding her at night, you sat down in the little chair by her crib and rocked her slowly and gently. "One of these days we're going to get out of here and never look back, little girl," you said softly, patting her diapered bottom lightly. "Never look back."
Whether due to the fact that you'd been going non-stop for the past forty-eight hours straight, or your fever… you grew increasingly sleepy.
"I'll just rest my eyes for a few minutes," you told yourself.
Not all things go according to plan, however.
You opened your eyes and you were in the forest again.
And there was Hook, frantically looking around the woods, till his eyes fell on you and he smiled.
"I was hoping I would see you again soon," he said, walking up to you. "Are you napping?"
"I guess I am," you answered with a light chuckle. "I've just been really busy the past couple days and I'm sick right now, so I've not gotten any rest. Except for when I'm visiting with you."
"You're sick?"
His hand reached up and touched your cheek. "Yeah, you're really warm. Have you seen a doctor?" His hand lingered at your face. Almost as if he enjoyed the feel of you against his fingers.
"Not all of us have great health benefits, Hook," you answered softly. "No, I've not seen a doctor."
"Are you okay?"
You lifted your gaze to his and nodded slightly. "I am."
"I get this feeling like…." Hook started, and his eyes shifted to the ground. He ran his hand through his unruly hair. "Like you're not happy. With your life."
You snorted slightly. "That's an understatement."
"Anything I can do?"
You shook your head. "I don't think so, Hook. I just have to figure things out for myself."
"I want to help you," he said, his dark eyes going even darker. "I can't explain it, but I feel very protective of you. Tell me where you are."
You shook your head frantically. "I don't want you to see how I live, Hook. It's…humiliating. Besides…I can't risk… I don't want you to get hurt in any way."
"I won't get hurt."
Tears burned your eyes, "You don't know that."
To your surprise, he pulled you into his arms. "I do know it. I can take care of myself. You've seen me on TV. You know what I can do. Now, what has you so scared?"
"I can't tell you anything, Hook. And we have to stop meeting like this. It's dangerous."
"Dangerous for who?"
"Both of us. We obviously have a connection, and the way my life is right now… You're going to get hurt. I know it."
"I'll ask this a hundred times if I have to. Would you leave that husband of yours for me?"
"I… That's very insensitive to ask me, Hook. I'm… Just because he and I have our problems, doesn't mean I'd cheat on him. I can't do that. He'd…"
"He'd what?" Hook asked.
You swallowed hard. You'd said too much. "I just mean that it would… devastate him."
His arms tightened around you, comfortingly. "Tell. Me. Where. You. Are."
"Please, Hook. I'm not worth all this trouble. Really. You'd find that out as soon as you found me."
"Let me be the judge of that," he whispered, gazing down at your mouth. "I still… really want to kiss you." His dark gaze shifted to yours once more and the side of his mouth quirked up in a slight smile. "Badly."
At your silence, he pulled you even closer. "Fine… I'm going to kiss your neck, up to your face, and if you don't want me to kiss that pretty little mouth of yours, you'll tell me where you are."
Before you could answer, his head lowered to the crook of your shoulder and he kissed you softly there. Then he lightly trailed his lips up slightly higher. Pressed a kiss to your skin. His wild hair brushed against your cheek as he kissed you.
"Hook…. Stop…" You couldn't help the giggle that burst from your mouth.
"Nuh-uh."
Another kiss higher up on your neck. A soft nip of teeth, leaving a definite mark. Thank goodness you were dreaming. Hook's arms tightened around you more, as if he was afraid you'd try to free yourself from his embrace.
"Hook…"
You moaned his name that time. His warm, moist lips were skilled and you couldn't deny the fact that you wanted more. It had been so long since you'd felt any kind of desire.
His mouth moved up to your chin. "One more kiss and I'll be at your mouth…" He teased with a slight nip to your chin. "What's it gonna be?"
"New England." You gasped out. "I'm in New England. That's as much information as I'm giving you."
"Mmm, maybe I should kiss you anyway," Hook growled softly, a smirk on his lips.
"No, Hook, really… You can't…"
"Oh, actually I can. I'm very good at it."
You flushed at his confidence. "I don't doubt that, but…"
"If I find you I'll kiss you then," he finished for you.
You nodded, sure he wouldn't be able to find you in such a large area of the country. "Fine. Whatever."
"Fine. Whatever," Hook smirked again, using your words against you.
In the next instant, you were awake with Sienna fussing softly over her now empty bottle. You smiled and stood to your feet, gently laying her in the crib.
You turned toward the door, and were startled to find Derek leaned against the doorframe.
Watching you.
"Oh!" You gasped, and brought a hand to your chest. "You scared me."
"I've been here a while, watching you sleep." He said, stepping fully into the room, moving closer to you. "What were you moaning about," he asked, a sick smile coming to his face. "Dreaming about me?" He moved even closer to you. You stepped back to get some distance, but your back connected with the wall behind you.
"Y-yeah…" You said quickly, knowing where this would lead if you admitted to dreaming of another man.
"Well, your dream has come true," he said in what he thought was a sexy growl. It just sent chills up your spine. His arms lifted, and he braced each hand on the wall on either side of your shoulders, effectively pinning you in place. "It's been a long time," he murmured.
Your breathing turned ragged, and his grin deepened. He was either enjoying the fear he was instilling in you, or he thought you liked where this was headed.
And that couldn't be further from the truth.
"Y-yeah… it has, Derek, but um… I'm having my monthly," you lied. "Plus, I'm sick. I don't really feel up to it- OH!" You cried out as his hand latched onto your hair and yanked it back over your shoulder.
"Where did this hickey come from," he demanded, his green eyes flashing.
"What- What are you talking about," you stammered out, tears of fear already streaming down your face.
He took the hank of hair he'd just grabbed and used it to propel you into the hallway, and over to your bedroom. He forcefully led you over to the dresser and its matching mirror and turned your head at an uncomfortable angle, displaying the large hickey on your neck.
"That's what I'm talking about," Derek growled menacingly. "Who have you been cheating on me with?! Who is it?" He backhanded you then. The slap sent you sailing to the floor. The bitter taste of iron invaded your mouth. A sob rose up in your throat as you lay helplessly on the carpet. You knew if you did anything else that that would only fuel Derek's anger.
"WHO IS IT!?"
He drew his leg back and kicked you hard in the ribs.
You felt a snap in your midsection and knew instantly that a rib was broken.
"PleaseDerekStop!" You cried all one one breath as you exhaled. Then it took forever to be able to inhale. And when you finally did, fire bloomed up your ribs.
He went down to his knees beside you and latched onto your neck with one hand; punched you in the jaw with the other. Your head snapped back and you fell back to the floor again.
Then you were lifted and dumped carelessly onto the bed, on your stomach.
Through your sobs, you could hear the sound of a belt whooshing out of his pants' belt loops.
"No," you whispered weakly and buried your face against the mattress. "Please, Derek…. No…"
Your shirt was ripped open then, exposing the vulnerable skin of your back. In the next instant, his belt landed hard against you.
An animal-like shriek pierced the air, and you–a moment later–realized it came from you.
Another slash of the belt broke your skin, and you screamed again.
Another whip. Another. Another. All lashes were in rapid fire.
"Derek…" You moaned in pain. "Please…"
The belt slapped against your back again and you cried out once more, digging your fingers into the bed covers.
You heard a zipper then. Followed by: "I think it's time I remind you of who you belong to."
You sobbed, knowing what was coming next.
Derek had never raped you before, but clearly that was what was on his mind.
"Please, don't hurt me anymore," you sobbed, as he flipped you onto your back.
He whipped his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, ignoring you. Then he was moving his body over yours…
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You didn't know when exactly you fainted, but the next thing you knew you were in the forest.
Yours and Hook's special place.
Tears burned your eyes as you laid on the ground. You did not have the strength or the will to stand up. You lay on your side huddled into a little ball. Your body was still reeling from the beating it took.
"Y/N!"
You heard Hook's deep voice calling your name. A sob broke past your lips and you clenched your eyes shut as you held your screaming ribs.
No way will Hook want you now, your mind taunted you. Derek destroyed you.
"Y/N!"
Hook was by your side in the next instant as he lowered himself to his knees and took note of your appearance. Tears streaming down your face, a bruise forming on your face, the tension in your frame. Not to mention the bloody stripes going down your back that he couldn't actually see. Yet.
"Baby, what is it? What's wrong? What happened to you?"
His arms came around you and tried to tug you into his lap but you cried out in pain.
"Hook, don't," you gasped, as your ribs and back screamed in protest.
Immediately he halted. "Sweetheart, what's happened to you?"
You stared at anything but Hook. You were…
You had no words.
You truly were destroyed.
"Baby, tell me."
You avoided looking at him. What he'd think of you now, brought fresh tears to your eyes. You sobbed and closed your eyes, letting the tears fall. "Just leave me alone. Please."
"I can't, Y/N," he said, brushing your hair away from your face. "I'm in too deep now."
"You won't want me," you sobbed, cringing away from his touch. "You won't want anything to do with me when you see…"
"When I see what?"
"Just leave me alone," you screamed on a sob. "Go away!"
Looking stung, Hook drew his hand back away from you. He took a moment, seemingly collecting himself. And then he spoke softly. "I'm not leaving you permanently. I'll leave you for now, because that's what you want. But I'll be back. I swear it."
With that, he faded and disappeared.
And you stayed where you were.
A small, broken heap.
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drinkcrywrite · 2 years
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S06E01 "Let The Games Begin"
[image description: 4 large coloured gifs of Buck and Eddie in Buck's loft from season 6 episode 1 of 911. Gif 1: Buck carries a pan of lasagna to the kitchen table, and says, "My last two couches came with girlfriends." Gif 2: As Buck sets the lasagna down, Eddie says, I think you mean your last two girlfriends came with couches." Gif 3: Eddie leans forward and says, "Taylor moved out, what, four months ago, Buck?" Buck stops and looks at Eddie as he continues, "You could have replaced the couch by now." Gif 4: Buck looks intently at Eddie as he says, "Uh, well, maybe I don't want to pick the wrong couch again."]
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miceli-dairy · 2 months
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Miceli’s Lasagna Ring
Ingredients:
½ onion, chopped
4 cloves garlic, grated
3 tablespoons & 2 teaspoons oil, divided
3/4 pound ground beef
¾ pound sweet italian sausage
15 ounces tomatoes, crushed
15 ounces of Miceli’s ricotta cheese
½ cup of Miceli’s parmesan cheese, grated
1 egg
¼ cup & 1 tablespoon basil leaves, chopped and divided
18 sheets lasagna
1 cup & 1 tablespoon of Miceli’s mozzarella cheese, shredded and divided
Instructions:
Preheat your oven to 375°F, add the onion, garlic, and the 3 tablespoons of oil to a pot over medium-high heat, and then let them cook for 4 minutes. Add the beef and sausage, let the mixture cook for 5 minutes, and then add the tomatoes. Reduce the heat to low, let it cook for 20 minutes, and then combine the ricotta, parmesan, egg, and the ¼ cup of basil. Grease a bundt pan with the remaining oil, bring a pot of water to a boil, and then add the lasagna. Let it cook for 12 minutes, drain it, and then add 12 of the sheets to the pan. Halve the remaining sheets, add ¾ cup of the mozzarella and half of the beef mixture to the pan, and then add 6 of the halved sheets. Add the ricotta mixture, remaining halves, and remaining beef mixture, fold the full sheets over the top, and then add ¼ cup of the mozzarella. Let them bake for 45 minutes, let them cool for 1 hour, and then add the remaining basil and mozzarella.
Original recipe courtesy of Tasty
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brandstifter-sys · 1 year
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Patton                                                             (Ao3)
Word Count: 1407
Characters: Virgil, Patton, Janus
Rating: T
Warnings: Spider!Virgil, food, fear
Patton wakes up to get a late-night snack, but he gets the fright of his life instead!
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Sometimes dinner wasn't quite enough. Patton was pretty certain that was why his grumbling dad-gut woke him up in the middle of the night. He knew he should have gotten seconds before Virgil took the whole pan of lasagna—the whole pan after everyone else got a full serving. And Patton couldn't deny his hungry kiddos! 
But the roaring in his core echoed in his ears, reminding him that he still needed to eat enough too. Patton fumbled for his glasses and slipped them on his face, hoping it was late enough that he could wait until breakfast. 
1:47
The blue glow from his alarm clock told him everything. Except for faint buzzing and crunching sounds, he suddenly started hearing them and then a minute later they stopped. 
Maybe Remus was making a mess. That would explain it. He didn't need to know more. 
He got up with a grunt and decided that he could get away with a snack, as long as no one questioned him. He didn't have the presence of mind for that. He was craving sleep.
He fumbled through the clutter in his room—memories, old projects, dirty clothes that he would put in the hamper when he found it. He was not leaving the room without his frog slippers and bathrobe, not when it got so cold at night. 
1:53 
Patton was cozy and bundled up and ready to brave the dark or pass out. He had great night vision so he wouldn't bother with the lights. He was on a mission. 
He quietly shut his door and made his way down the hall instead of sinking out. A little bit of exercise would wake him up enough that he could make a small sandwich. It would be so much easier than raiding the chocolate covered crickets and explaining himself later. 
The dim hallway was so different at night. The beige walls were almost tan and the shadows from the picture frames seemed to ripple and flow with an invisible tide. 
Patton shuddered. 
He was right to wear a bathrobe—it was chilly! Maybe it was just his skin getting froggy. He didn't have the best control of it when he was sleepy. 
And it was so late. 
His eyes had to be playing tricks on him.
His mind had to be messing with him.
There was nothing to be afraid of! 
2:00
He stepped into the kitchen and relaxed his shoulders. 
It was almost exactly how he left it before bed. 
Sure there was a knife on the cutting board, in a small puddle of fruit juice, but he knew how Logan would make overnight oats and add berries. 
That was normal. 
And he could hear sloshing—it had to be the dishwasher! Janus must have run it before bed.
That was normal.
Oh and he must have forgotten to put away his stick blender after he cleaned it! It was sitting by the sink.
Everything was fine. 
Nothing was out of the ordinary.
Nothing at all.
Why did it feel like something was off? 
The shadows were still swaying. 
There was an electricity in the air like someone was with him. Was someone watching him?
Patton was more alert.
He made his way to the fridge, ignoring the urge to run and hide. 
He was just hungry and tired. There was nothing to worry about.
It was too quiet.
He could hear his own heartbeat in his ears. 
There was nothing to worry about.
Just a handful of shredded cheese would do. He really wanted to go back to bed with something in his tummy. And then curl up under the covers.
Sigh
He opened the fridge and squinted as light poured out onto him. 
Silence.
The sloshing stopped. 
Patton glanced at the dishwasher, expecting to see the little green light signaling it was finished. That would explain it.
There was no light. 
The dishwasher hadn't been running. 
What was making that sound? 
Who was making that sound?
Patton did not want to know. He wanted to know just as much.
He slowly turned his head, peeking over his shoulder.
There wouldn't be anything there. 
He was just getting wrapped up in his emotions. 
It was late. 
There wouldn't be anything.
He made eye contact with three sets of wide eyes. 
The creature had its fangs deep in the back of an innocent kitty. The green appendages were coated in red.
Patton screamed and slammed the fridge shut. 
"Don't scream!" the spider man gasped and lowered himself to the floor with his spindly legs. 
Patton backed into the fridge and trembled. He could be brave! He could fight a giant spider! 
The spider lowered the poor, rigid kitty away from his fangs and timidly stepped closer. 
Patton had no idea what came over him. 
"Stay back!" 
For added measure he shot his tongue out, aiming for the cutting board.
The spider person moved at inhuman speed.
He grabbed Patton's tongue with one hand and raised an eyebrow at him. 
The spider tasted like strawberries. 
"Patton," the spider person said in a booming, layered voice, "You don't want to wake anyone else."
He knew that voice. 
"Thiwil?" 
Virgil let go of his tongue, letting it snap back into Patton's mouth like a tape measure. 
Patton was dizzy. 
Virgil? Spider? 
He was so scared and confused.
Darkness
"Pat!"
  Patton hit the floor with a thud. 
Virgil set the ornate cat-shaped vase on the counter and rushed to make sure Patton wasn't hurt. 
"What is going on in here?" Janus huffed and trudged into the room. His hair was pulled back and he had a green face mask covering his skin and scales. He was the first and last person Virgil wanted to see.  
Virgil retracted his spider parts and sighed. This would be fun. 
"He saw me drinking a smoothie and got scared," Virgil admitted and made sure Patton was lying on his left side. 
"You know how he feels about spiders," Janus sighed and shook his head. 
"He's usually asleep this late. I didn't realize he was here until he was staring at me," Virgil huffed and got up, "Could you not be a dick and do your thing and make him forget it?"  
"I don't have to do anything, he'd rather convince himself that it was just a dream. If you want you can take him to his room. But he should be up and about soon." 
Virgil sighed and went to the cupboards, grabbing a package of mini muffins. There was only one reason Patton would be up at this hour. 
He scooped the faint father figure up with ease and sank out. He'd make sure Patton got a good night's sleep. 
  2:15
Patton groaned and sat up. His stomach was grumbling and he felt dizzy. The fuzzy time on the clock said more than enough. 
He was having bad dreams about cat-eating spiders that looked like Virgil and it was because he was hungry. Of course he was hungry. He didn't eat enough at dinner. 
Patton plucked his glasses from the nightstand, but he was surprised to feel some sort of packaged snack against his fingers. He put his glasses on and grabbed the snack to inspect it. 
Mini chocolate chip muffins! His favorite! 
He tore them open and scarfed one down. He really needed that! 
He was so happy he was swinging his legs. And he bumped his toe against his slippers. They were neatly lined up next to the bed. That was odd, but nothing to worry about. 
And his bathrobe was hanging on his bedpost. Was that there before? His room was such a mess he didn’t think too much of it. He was content to munch until the muffin bag was empty. 
With a full tummy, Patton set his glasses aside and curled up under the covers. He was ready to sleep without having any scary dreams. Spider people weren’t real, no cats were in danger of becoming spider food, and Virgil was definitely not a spider!
  Virgil sat on the counter in the kitchen with his chelicerae deep in the cat-shaped vase. He was going to finish his smoothie the fast way in case Patton had an actual nightmare. Janus could silently judge him all he wanted while he made his chamomile tea. He knew better than almost everyone that Virgil needed to eat ungodly amounts of food. It was a spider thing.
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mutantenfisch · 9 months
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Veggie lasagna with kohlrabi pesto and kohlrabi carrot salad
These are basically 2 and a half recipes in one, so I try to group the respective ingredients together to make it more comprehensible.
You need: for the salad: - 1 big or 2 smaller kohlrabi - 2-3 carrots - 1 cup of yoghurt or crème fraiche - 2-3 table spoons of honey or molasses - 1-2 table spoons of white balsam vinegar - salt and pepper
for the lasagna and the pesto: - 10 lasagna sheets - cheese for covering - ca 50 g of hard cheese (pecorino, parmigiano or mountain cheese), grated - 1 can of chopped tomatoes - 1 package of tomato puree - 2 onions - garlic (the amount is YES, so at least 3 cloves) - cooking oil for the bolognese - 2 big carrots or 3 smaller ones - 2 table spoons of tomato paste - the leaves of the kohlrabi plus some more leaves if you can get them - ca 50 g of butter or cooking oil - 200 ml milk or plant-based cooking cream - 50-100g white flour - 150 g cashews - salt, pepper, Italian dried herb mix For the salad 1. remove the leaves from the kohlrabi, rinse both under cool water, put aside leaves. 2. peel the kohlrabi and grate it roughly. Repeat procedure with the carrots. Put both in a salad bowl. 3. mix remaining ingredients in a cup until evenly combined, add to bowl, mix vigorously and cover with a lid to let it sit in the fridge until you're done with the lasagna and the flavour has intensified. Continue with the lasagna and pesto 1. remove stems from the leaves an put aside (you can sautee and fry them but the taste is not to everyone's liking), chop leaves into strips. 2. fill water in a kettle and bring it to a boil, pour into pot and add leaves, let them sautee for 2-3 minutes until they change colour and you can smell them. Pour water away or pour it in a bucket for watering your plants when cooled down (our keep it to make stock), but empty the pot because you'll need it but we'll get to that. 3. peel 2 garlic cloves and crush them. Put sauteed leaves, garlic cloves, 1-2 table spoons of cooking oil, hard cheese and cashews into a blender. Blend until homogenous, add water if too thick. Add twice as much salt as you think is good and as much pepper. Pesto is done! 4. peel and chop the onions and 2 more cloves of garlic, cut the remaining carrots into very fine cubes or just into bite sized pieces (5mm-1cm cubes) if you're not willing to spend 15 minutes cutting carrots. I was, so they are very fine. 5. heat some oil in pan on low to medium heat, add the veggies you just chopped and let them brown very slightly, also add 2 table spoons of tomato paste. Grease a casserole in the meantime. 6. melt some butter in the pot from the pesto procedure. When it has liquefied, add flour little by little while stirring continuously until it has become pasty. Continue stirring until flour begins to change colour, stir in the milk and keep stirring until it has become slightly viscous and begins bubbling a little bit. I know this is not the real Bechamel sauce, but it's good enough and doesn't take long to make. If you want, you can add a little nutmeg. Take away from heat and add pesto from the blender, mixing it evenly. 7. the pan with the veggies should be beginning to brown now, pour in a can of chopped tomatoes and tomato puree and stir to get any stuff sticking to the pan off. Add salt, pepper and a generous sprinkle of dried herbs. Let simmer until liquid has reduced a little bit. 8. time to assemble the lasagna! Take your casserole and a ladle, and ladle one portion of the red sauce into the casserole. Cover with lasagna sheets and don't be afraid to break them into pieces to make them fit! Continue with green sauce, which you cover with more red sauce. Then another layer of lasagna sheets and so on until your sheets are used up or you run out of sauce. The final layer should be of sauce, regardless, which you cover with the non-hard cheese. 9. put lasagna into oven at 180°C/356°F and let it bake for ca 30-35 minutes on the middle rack. If your casserole is very full, I advise you to put a baking tray under it to prevent sauce or cheese from dripping down while the lasagna sheets expand during baking. While it is baking, you can use the time to clean your kitchen or at least put all the stuff you've used into the dishwasher and wipe the surfaces. :D Then, you're good to go to enjoy a hearty and filling meal that serves 3-4 people. Tip: you can add sunflower seeds to the tomato sauce for some extra crunch. You can also fill any remainders of sauce (depending on how much it turns out to be) into airtight containers and keep in the fridge for up to 4 days for some ready-made sauce that only needs heating.
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dingbatnix · 2 years
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My Masterpost: )
•Call me Bat!•
Main account (to clear up some miscommunication): @roomofartisticcatz
Old blog (might probably be dead but I dunno): @eddsworldgt
Everything else: (a work in progress)
Most of these will be g/t, if any aren't, well, I dunno if I'll mark them as normal. Probably not : )
Oneshots:
Rescue...?
Sapnap finds a tiny, injured Dream after he's been broken out of prison
giant!Sapnap, tiny!Dream
Breakout (noms)
Techno finds a way to escape prison with Dream
tiny!Dream, giant!Techno
Hyper-Focus (noms)
Dream gets too focused on his work to eat. His friends try to help him.
giant!Dream, tiny!Sapnap, tiny!George, tiny!Bad, tiny!Sam
Leap (noms)
George...falls.
tiny!George, giant!Dream, giant!Sapnap
Betrayal (noms)
Betrayal single post (noms)
Better (noms)
Sam realizes that the prison conditions are a bit...shit
tiny!Dream, giant!Sam
Eel
Sapnap runs into a colorful octopus mer. Or, more accurately, he runs into Sapnap. It seems he's fleeing from something...?
giant!Dream, mini-giant!Sapnap?, mini-giant!George?, tiny!Karl
Dream, Sap, & Goggy designs
Karl design
Fanart
Bees
Sapnap is just trying to garden, but two brightly colored bees won't leave him alone! Thankfully, he manages to swat one...oh shit.
giant!Sapnap, tiny!Dream, tiny!George
Where's Karl? (Ask)
Fanart
More fanart!
Dream and George reference compared to Sapnap
Squish
Dream forgets to watch his step...
giant!Dream, tiny!Ant
Meetup (noms)
After the prison break, Punz goes to their pre-selected meeting spot to see Dream and...What the fuck?!
giant!Punz, tiny!Dream
Imprisoned (noms)
Sapnap finds Dream a couple weeks after he breaks out of prison, and attempts to enact his promise to be the one to take his final life.
It doesn't go too well.
tiny!Sapnap, giant!Dream
Art/Continuation??
If Sapnap gets sick
Shift
Dream reveals to George that he can shift into a giant from his blob form
Inspired by wendy130
tiny!George, giant!Dream
Deity (noms)
Dream is the God of the Overworld and the End. As such, he often gets human sacrifices, which taste delicious.
Well, he's handed a cage with two mortals trapped inside, and fuck, he knows these two.
giant!Dream, giant!Karl, tiny!George, tiny!Sapnap
Rest (part 2)
Tiny Dream noms ask
Lasagna
Sapnap just wanted some cheese, but, uh, whoops, he accidentally falls into the pasta pan.
tiny!Sapnap, giant!Dream, giant!George
Captive (story with pictures) (noms)
George is a naga who is held captive in a cave. Poor guy. And then the rest of the dream get shoved in the cave with him.
giant!George, tiny!Bad, tiny!Dream, tiny!Sapnap.
Slime
Karl gets stuck in his slime form, and his fiancés don't know that he's a slime. Oof.
giant!Sapnap, giant!Quackity, giant!Charlie, tiny!Karl
Stories:
AO3 link cause tumblr's link system is fucked
Venture
Dream is just minding his own business one afternoon when a party of hunters manage to stumble across him. He manages to dispatch them easily enough, but when he roots through their stuff, he finds something...surprising. Something that shakes things up a little. Granted, finding a tiny teenager in a cage would usually shake things up more than 'a little' for most people, buuut...Dream wasn't someone that could be considered 'most people.'
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Vague outline
Vague Tommy lore
Bad, Ant, Tommy, and George reference
Dream + Tommy reference
Antfrost reference
Maneater
Giant Dream, tiny smp but with my own plot
giant!Dream, tiny!smp
Plot list (working on an updated one rn)
Art from far in the future of the story
Ask for headcanons
Snippet
If Dream tries to eat one of his friends
(ignore necessity for now, I need to move it to oneshots. It is no longer a part of the Maneater storyline)
Necessity (noms/death)
Fanart
Fanart 2
Warden
(non-g/t, technically)
Dream's mask breaks while in prison, revealing his most closely guarded secret: His status as a warden hybrid. Unfortunately for him, wardens are...really hard to kill, so that makes his body and organs and everything really... valuable. Quackity exploits this.
AO3 link (has more chapters than on Tumblr)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Dream reference
Why Quackity didn't die in the cell when Dream's mask came off
Warden snippets
Fully colored Dream reference
Fanart (by squishy)
Post-prison Dream, Sapnap, and George reference
Blob
After Dream blows up all of Tommy's stuff, again, the teen finds a strange, little white creature. It's face has the same smile as Dream's mask, which disturbs Tommy, but it seems...innocent enough.
It's also hurt, and Tommy would feel bad if he left it to die.
A03 link (had more chapters than on Tumblr)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Art for chapter 4
Can Blob be hurt or die
Concepts:
Blind
Dream is blind, George is a borrower that lives in his house
Icegogs (noms)
Just George made out of ice
Batty
Bat hybrid brothers Punz, Dream, and Purpled, following their adventures after their colony is burned out
Found (ask/snippet)
Confined
Dream's a sizeshifter who has to regularly return for giant size, but he doesn't account for the prison
giant!Dream, tiny!Punz
Accidentally
Punz accidentally shrinks himself right before the final vault
giant!Dream, tiny!Punz, giant!Foolish
Axolotl hybrid!dream (noms-ish)
Art
Art 2
Ask 1
Long story thing w/roman
Dream and Tommy are brothers, but Dream is tiny.
Camp camp ramble
Eternally respawning angst (brief fatal noms)
Dream and George are friends, but...there's a famine, and Dream doesn't want George to starve to death
tiny!Dream, tiny!Sapnap, tiny!Bad, giant!George
Tank
Dream gets caught and accidentally starved by Wilbur. Oh, Tommy's there too.
tiny!Dream, tiny!Tommy, giant!Wilbur
Rambles:
Sticky traps
Bottles
Skulls
Favorite trope
Forgetful Karl with two small borrowing friends
Continuation of forgetful Karl and his borrower friends
Food in stomachs (short but I think it's neat)
Sharp fangs/teeth
Old blog stuff (@eddsworldgt):
(note: these are all older and were written a while ago, so my writing isn't that...great. oof.)
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Tom gets a text from Tord. That's...odd. Usually they try to avoid communicating with each other.
giant!Tom, tiny!Tord
Stitch
Matt and Tom come screamimg into Tord's room, hands covered in blood. Something's very, very wrong.
tiny!Edd, giant!Tord, giant!Tom, giant!Matt
Caught
Tom gets kidnapped–and he's tiny. Fuck.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Art
King Matt Au
Matt's the king, and there's this pesky giant hanging around his walls. It's what he gets for saving it, he supposes.
Art
Fall
Nightmare
He didn't do anything! He was just trying to mess with some tech he had been given! What went wrong?!
tiny!Tord, giant!Tom
Web
The itsy bitsy spider...
tiny!Matt, giant!Tord
Borrower Tord Au
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goodymcgoodface · 7 months
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Pumpkin Lasagna
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For the pasta:
3 large egg yolks plus 1 whole large egg 3 tablespoons cold water 1 scant teaspoon salt 1 1/2 cups semolina flour 1-2 cups AP flour plus more for dusting
Beat the eggs until light. Add the water and salt. Mix in the semolina, then as much as the AP flour as it will take until you have a very stiff dough. Wrap in clingfilm and let rest 30 minutes.
Divide into 8 pieces, dust each generously with flour and roll out, either by hand with a heavy rolling pin, or with a pasta maker-until quite thin. Let dry on racks-30 minutes each side before cooking.
Cook the noodles in batches (about 5 per batch) in a large pot of salted, boiling water until tender (about 4-5 minutes. Drain Let cool a bit before handling to assemble the lasagne.
For the sauce:
1 medium sized sugar pumpkin to equal 4 cups cooked, mashed pumpkin (if in doubt, make two-it freezes well) 4 tablespoons butter 1 teaspoon ground ginger 4 tablespoons dark brown sugar 1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg 2 cups vegetable broth Salt and pepper to taste 1/2 cup heavy cream 4 cups drained full-fat (4% ) cottage cheese 4 cups grated Swiss cheese
In a 350 degree F. oven roast the pumpkin. Cut it into 4ths, and place cut side down. Add enough water to come halfway up the pumpkin. This should take about 1 hour. Remove, cool slightly, scrape out of skin and mash in a bowl. Chill until needed. You will need 4 cups of mashed pumpkin total for the recipe.
To make sauce:
Combine pumpkin, butter, ginger, nutmeg, sugar, and broth in a large pot bring to a boil. Reduce heat, simmer about 10 minutes. Stir in cream. Cool slightly before using.
To assemble:
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.
Place a bit of sauce in the bottom of a large pan (I used a 9x13)
Layer on the noodles, then some cottage cheese, topped with a bit of the Swiss. Make another layer of noodles and spread with sauce, repeat until top layer. The very top should have sauce and Swiss cheese only.
Place it all on a baking sheet to catch any spills and bake until bubbly and nicely browned (about 1 hour). Let stand at least ten minutes before cutting.
Makes a whole heck of a lot of food.
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donnyvibes · 5 months
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❝ Let's make Lemon Bars! ❞
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❝ This is my favorite comfort food because it's one of the first recipes I learned to make. I had this recipe memorized at one point. Having the treat always brings back memories of spending time with mom and brother, baking. You know- takes me back to a happy place. ❞
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The TikTok began with all the ingredients and supplies neatly arranged on Donny's kitchen counter. The camera was expertly framed, focusing solely on Donny and the bowl, leaving the surrounding details out of view.
❝ First thing you wanna do is preheat your oven to 350°F and line a baking dish with parchment paper. Now this is very important: You must use a glass baking dish. My momma said so.❞
In the next shot, Donny was seen walking into the frame. With precision, he added four ingredients one by one into a clear bowl.
❝ 1 cup softened butter ❞
❝ 1/2 cup granulated sugar ❞
❝ 2 cups all-purpose flour ❞
❝ 1/4 teaspoon salt ❞
❝ Mix all together until you form a crumbly dough. Then dump into your baking dish, and press the dough evenly to create a solid crust. I'm using the bottom of a glass cup, but you can use anything to press it together. Pop that in the oven for about 25 minutes. I like my curst to be golden brown.❞
The scene transitioned to Donny closing the oven door.
❝ My mom was big on baking, and I'd always say this was my favorite pie. ❞ With a cheerful laugh, Donny squeezed the juice out of a few lemons. ❝ And lasagna was my favorite cake,❞ More laughter. ❝ but yeah, baking was, like, our family activity. I haven't done much since then but I still enjoy the treats.❞
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The camera cut to a different shot of Donny, who was now back by the ingredients. Once more, he skillfully added ingredients into the clean, clear bowl, one by one.
❝ Okay, let's get started on the filling! Whisk together 2 cups of sugar, 4 eggs, 1/4 cup of flour, 1/3 cup of fresh lemon juice, 2 tablespoons of lemon zest, and 1/2 teaspoon baking powder.❞
The scene shifted to Donny's timer going off, and he quickly pulled a hot pan out of the oven.
❝ Crust is done, so we're going to stab it a few times with a fork, and immediately pour the filling on it. We're going to pop it back in the oven for another 30 minutes. ❞
The camera cut to the timer going off once more, and Donny carefully removed the freshly baked lemon bars from the oven.
❝ Let them cool for about 10 minutes, before you lift them out using the parchment paper. Place them on a wire rack to finish cooling.❞
Camera cut to a new shot, where Donny was seen putting on sunglasses, while the lemon bars had now completely cooled.
❝ Top them off with as much powdered sugar your heart desires, slice em up, and enjoy. And that's how you make my favorite comfort food. Comment what your favorite comfort food is. Recipe is linked in the description!❞
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L I N K E D R E C I P E :
For the crust:
1 cup butter, softened
1/2 cup granulated sugar
2 cups all-purpose flour
1/4 teaspoon salt
For the lemon filling:
2 cups granulated sugar
4 large eggs
1/4 cup all-purpose flour
1/3 cup fresh lemon juice
2 tablespoons lemon zest
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
Powdered sugar
Instructions:
Preheat your oven to 350°F and line a 9x13-inch glass baking dish with parchment paper, leaving some overhang on the sides for easy removal.
In a mixing bowl, combine the softened butter, 1/2 cup granulated sugar, 2 cups flour, and 1/4 teaspoon salt. Mix until the ingredients come together and form a crumbly dough.
Press the dough evenly into the prepared baking dish, creating a solid crust. You can use your fingers or the bottom of a glass to help smooth it out.
Bake the crust in the preheated oven for 20-25 minutes or until it turns a light golden brown.
While the crust is baking, prepare the lemon filling. In a separate bowl, whisk together granulated sugar, eggs, flour, lemon juice, lemon zest, and baking powder until well combined.
When the crust is done, remove it from the oven and immediately pour the lemon filling over the hot crust.
Return the baking dish to the oven and bake for an additional 25-30 minutes, or until the lemon filling is set and the edges turn golden brown.
Remove the lemon bars from the oven and let them cool in the pan for about 10 minutes.
Once the bars have cooled slightly, lift them out of the pan using the parchment paper overhang, and place them on a wire rack to cool completely.
Once the bars are completely cool, dust the top with a generous amount of confectioners' sugar.
Cut the lemon bars into squares or rectangles and serve. Enjoy!
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