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treason-and-plot · 1 year
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Anya descends the back steps slowly, holding onto the handrail.
“Roy, what have you been saying?” she says. She can feel her skin growing cold as Michael’s glare washes over them. Roy doesn’t seem bothered at all.
“Your father was casting aspersions on my character, so I decided to have a bit of fun,” he says. “It could have been a lot worse. I was almost going to tell him you were pregnant.”
“WHAT?” says Michael.
“Dad, relax, I’m not pregnant,” says Anya. “Roy’s just trolling you.”
“We are getting married though,” says Roy. He grins and grabs her hands. “Just not quite yet.”
“No, we’re not getting married,” says Anya.
“Of course we are,” says Roy. “I’ve never been as sure of anything in my life.”
“We’ve only been seeing each other a month, Roy,” says Anya. “That’s a crazy thing to say-“
“She’s right. You are crazy,” seethes Michael, jabbing his finger at Roy's chest. "You think you can waltz into my daughter’s life and seduce her with your money and your awards and your penthouse apartment and your big penis and she will just give up everything to go and marry you without a second’s hesitation, huh? Well, think again!”
“Wait. You discussed my penis with your father?” Roy says to Anya.
“The peach cobbler’s ready!” trills Jane from the top of the back steps.
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storiesofsvu · 2 years
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A Redemption Earned Ch 32
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Heather Dunbar x reader warnings: language, mentions of alcohol.
The girls were finally back from their very extended Europe trip, and while they were excited to see everyone and share their stories, they needed a few days to adjust to the jet lag and sleep. Heather went over on day three to help with laundry, prep some easy meals for them and some minor organizing since she didn’t have much else to do. They shared a couple of stories and Heather had been keeping up with the trip via social media while they were gone but they decided to meet at Heather’s later that week, there were more than a few presents to go around and Cody was there that week so there was an added bonus.
You were in the kitchen finishing up lunch when you heard the knocking on the front door, followed by the sound of it swinging open and Becca’s voice calling through the house.
“Sorry we’re late! I was on autopilot and drove to the old place.”
“Don’t worry about it.” You called back, pulling a tray of buffalo chicken fingers out of the oven, “I think everyone’s a little bit behind today.”
Becca and Sarah followed your voice through the house until they rounded into the kitchen, placing down the bags they’d brought with them on the island.
“This place is gorgeous.” Becca commented, “and like, the perfect balance of the two of you.”
“It really is perfect.” You smiled.
“Well, we brought dessert and drinks, as asked.” She replied, “rose, some seltzers, strawberry lemonade for the non drinkers, and I tried my hand at mom’s peach cobbler but we’ll see how that goes.”
“I’m sure it’s great.” You wiped your hands on a towel and paused in your work to greet both of them properly with hugs, “and thank you. Neither of us ended up having time to run out to the store.”
“No worries.”
“Where is mom?” Becca asked, glancing around and you gestured towards the patio door.
“Out back.” You pulled down a couple of cups from the cupboard, filling the Toy Story one with pink lemonade for Cody, “hey, can you guys take these out with you? I’m almost done with the rest, ask Heat what she wants to drink?” You passed them a small stack of plates, Cody’s drink and a bowl of lemon feta quinoa salad.
“Course.” They agreed, collecting what you’d asked and heading out to the backyard.
You could hear the yells from Cody at the appearance of his auntie, along with excited chatter as Heather greeted the girls and got the table ready. You quickly chopped up the buffalo chicken, tossing it in with romaine, tomato and Caesar dressing before moving the mixture into tortillas, topping with some cheese and wrapping them up. Everything was available to everyone, but you weren’t sure how Cody would do with the spice so you had some turkey and cheese pinwheel wraps on a second platter for anyone interested, along with a plate of cut up fruit. The door flew open and Cody bounded into the house shortly followed by Heather who was insistent on making sure hands were washed before food got eaten. She thanked you for lunch, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before looking through drink options and choosing one for herself, then helped you take everything out to the yard.
The five of you settled in quite easily, digging into lunch while you all caught up with each other. While Heather had seen the girls since being back they hadn’t really shared stories. Cody eagerly accepted his time to ramble on about the end of the school year and all the adventures he’d been on with Mimi and Pop’s and that he hoped Becca would be able to come on lots of them in the future. She assured him she would, which brought some more exciting yells from him.
Halfway through lunch Lily showed up to join in on the fun, happily accepting the seltzer and plate of food you instantly offered her. She fawned over Becca and Sarah’s vacation photos, lamenting the fact that she’d never really travelled prior to having Cody. With a grin Heather reminded her that she had a whole slew of babysitters who would gladly let her have a child free vacation, and that she was family, which meant access to whatever villa or chalet she wanted. Lily made a very large mental note of that, ever so thankful that she’d been so easily accepted into this little found family.
Becca and Heather insisted on taking care of dishes since you’d so graciously cooked for everyone, Heather even going as far as making sure you and Lily had refills on your drinks before they disappeared inside. As much time as you had spent with Cody over the year, you hadn’t actually gotten a lot of one on one time with Lily, especially outside of school pick ups, so you enjoyed moments like this. Now with Cody no longer in your class, it allowed for more personal hangouts with the two of them, and you would be able to be the one taking Cody home from school now. She was thankful to have more adult friends in her life too, she’d bonded pretty well with Becca and Sarah, being closer to their ages. Although you did notice that thanks to her being a mom she’d been forced to mature a little faster than the other two, so it almost felt she was closer to your age. Either way, you were both more than happy for the company.
Cody managed to drag Sarah up for some playtime, darting through the playset in a very dramatic game of tag that morphed into a mini game of dodgeball before he requested that she push him on the swings and she had zero complaints in that department.
*
Inside, Heather was packing up the leftover food, planning on sending some of it home with Cody and Lily when they left while Becca was loading up the dishwasher. The younger woman paused with a plate in her hand, a smile sneaking onto her cheeks with a dreamy look in her eyes as she watched her girlfriend play with her nephew through the window. Heather paused in her movements, glancing up at Becca and couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle.
“What?” Becca asked, slightly offended as she turned away from the window.
“Nothing.” She smiled, “I’m just happy to see you so happy and in love.” Becca blushed at that, ducking her gaze as she placed a few more things in the dishwasher. “Travelling with someone for that long can sometimes make or break relationships, so I’m glad you two came out even stronger.”
“Yeah…” Her gaze redirected back out the window and she couldn’t help the dopey grin, “can I tell you something?”
“Of course.”
“Do you promise not to freak out?”
“Why would I freak out?” Heather laughed and Becca rolled her eyes.
“Because you’re you.”
“As long as you’re not planning on running off to live somewhere in Europe to never be seen again, I’ll be fine.”
“I’ve known for a while that I wanted to spend forever with Sarah, and like, we’ve kind of lowkey talked about it. But vacation made me really realize that I want to ask her to marry me…”
“Oh Becca!” Heather felt her heart surge, so incredibly happy to know just how happy her daughter was, “that’s wonderful.”
“I was kinda hoping you’d be able to go ring shopping with me? You’ve got way better taste than I do and I know Sarah likes the same style.”
“I would love to, but you know there’s no need to go shopping.” Heather moved through the room, only pausing to press a kiss to the top of her head before she pulled open one of the drawers on the opposite side of the island.
“What’d’you mean?” Becca’s brow furrowed, watching her rifle through the drawer for a moment before she pulled out a small black box.
“If you think she’d like it, use this.” She cracked the box open to reveal her old wedding ring, “even if you don’t want to use it, I want you to have it. It’s a family heirloom, and don’t worry, it came from your dad’s mom, not mine.” She chuckled and Becca laughed, her eyes wide as her fingers danced across the lavish jewels.
“Are you sure?”
“Of course!” Heather beamed.
“You don’t want to hold onto it in case you want to use it?” She asked and Heather chuckled.
“After the way my last marriage went, we’ve decided to just have a partnership.”
“What if you change your mind?” Becca asked and she let out a soft sigh, pulling her daughter to her for a tight hug, kissing her head again.
“We won’t. And we’re sure on that.” She flipped her arm over, revealing the star tattoo for Becca to examine, “we’ve already made that promise and done what we needed to legally.”
“You got married without me?!” Becca nearly shrieked and Heather laughed.
“No, we got not married.”
“Without me!”
“To be fair we did it without anyone.” She shrugged.
“But you said legally! Don’t you need a witness even if you just go to city hall?”
“We aren’t legally married.” She laughed, “I meant lawyer type stuff to make sure we can make medical and other decisions for each other in the future if need be. We just made a promise to each other and wanted something physical to tie us together that wasn’t jewelry.”
“So you went with matching tattoos? How incredibly gay of you.” She teased and Heather let out a mock scoff, swatting at her arm, “I still can’t believe you didn’t tell me!”
“You were on vacation; we didn’t want to pull away from your fun. Besides, that’s half the reason we wanted to have you over today.”
“Well, congratulations.” Becca smiled, leaning in for a tight hug, “I’m happy for the two of you, really, you deserve it after everything.”
“Thank you.” Heather pressed a kiss to the top of her head, squeezing her a little tighter before letting her go.
“And if you’re happy with your tattoos I will gladly take the ring.”
“Then it’s yours.” Heather clicked the box shut, passing it to Becca, smiling at the way it was making its way down though another generation.
**
The rest of the summer was without a doubt the best that anyone from the Dunbar clan had had in years. Rob took Becca and Cody out fishing a couple of weekends, Cody using Jordan’s old rod, one that Rob gifted to Cody very proudly. There were plenty of afternoons spent racing through the park trying to keep up with Steve, various games of tag or soccer taking place between breaks for snacks. Becca and Sarah took Cody to the carnival when it came through town, no doubt letting the kid have way too much sugar, but everyone had fun and that was really all that mattered. There were family beach days down at the lake, a couple of days camping with Rob and Becca and endless cookouts over at Rob’s as the weather started to cool down.
Before anyone knew it, fall was creeping through the air and it was time for you to start getting ready to go back to work again. Heather took Cody back to school shopping, letting him get the fanciest of binders, pens and the like, definitely spoiling him a little more than she’d intended, but Lily honestly didn’t mind. As the air got chillier and the leaves got crunchy, the mood didn’t dampen, simply shifted from the summer fun to autumn adventures. There was more time for snuggling up on the couch with hot chocolate and warm blankets, more movie nights and game nights.
September bled into October and the hype for Halloween took over, costumes getting planned, pumpkins getting carved, corn mazes explored, apples were picked and multiple houses were intricately decorated for the holiday. Before it could happen though, Becca had a birthday to celebrate, a near surprise party hosted by Sarah and Nat at Rob’s place, filled with friends and family and certainly one to remember. It was a near shock that day that Nat approached Heather, first congratulating her on the partnership with you, no doubt having heard through Becca, but also wondering if she could get her realtor’s information. Considering Jackie’s VP term was nearly up, they were looking for a new place to live and wanted something in the same area to stay close, and that seemed to be the specialty.
Rob quickly offered to take Cody trick or treating, leaving the girls with the task of handing out candy at home. When the boys were back from that, it was sorting through candy and watching some kid friendly Halloween movies until Cody was off to bed. Then, on Becca’s demand of course, it was time for Gremlins followed by some more of the scarier movies for the big kids.
The air got colder, thicker coats and mittens needed as November rolled in. Heather had done her best to walk the fine line between avoiding politics and knowing just enough about the candidates to know who to vote for. It was only thanks to her insistence that you actually pay attention and vote for the first time, though it honestly wasn’t too bad. You started to try and sort out Christmas plans, figuring out who would all be coming. Lily was taking Cody to Florida over Thanksgiving saying she was planning on staying in Washington for Christmas and that despite wanting to meet everyone, there was no way her snowbird parents would be coming to D.C in the winter. Becca commented that Nat was on board and Jackie was planning on coming, so it was decided Heather and you would host, having the most space.
Halfway through November, Becca had finally put together the perfect proposal and with a little bit of help from Nat, she managed to pull it off exactly how she’d planned. Sarah was ecstatic, obviously saying yes and the two of them couldn’t wait to get started on wedding planning, especially since Heather and Rob said they’d be footing the bill. (within some reason of course).
The house got more and more decorated with each day that went passed, you’d started with the tree to have somewhere to put all the presents under, and you had to tease Heather about how that pile was already getting too large and it was barely December. She simply scoffed and said that it was a special year, and that there were a lot of people coming, it just looked larger than life. You simply rolled your eyes and accepted the gentle kiss she left on your cheek. You were pleasantly surprised when a fresh coat of fluffy snow painted the streets as Christmas approached, giving that extra festive and magical feeling to the city. It was safe to say, you were very excited about the holiday and the multitude of things you had to celebrate this year.  
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lantur · 2 years
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I've had a couple of wonderful evenings lately.
I got to play pickleball with @broomchickabroom and @northshoretragedyeagle (and Derek!) last night, and then we sat together and ate fresh-baked peach cobbler and banana bread. It was a perfect evening with great people. I went to bed feeling so much better than I had all week.
I got to see my beloved nieces tonight and I got SO much time with my favorite little niece, playing sticker book together and reading to her.
These are the bright spots I'm holding onto and that give me hope for the future. I had something else happen earlier this week and earlier today that was more difficult.
I had a good mental health day for once on Wednesday, probably because I talked to two friends that day. My mom emailed me later that night and truly threw me for a loop. For context - she has been heavily pressuring my husband and I to have a child ASAP ever since we got married in September 2020. We've been firm on the fact that we're not ready yet and are taking our time to be emotionally ready for this lifetime commitment of being parents.
The email she sent was... difficult. She resumed the pressure to have a kid ASAP, in light of my dad's diagnosis with aggressive stage four cancer. It went beyond her previous entreaties for us to have a kid ASAP.
"the greatest regret of your dad's life is that he won't be able to see a grandchild"
"just the thought that you are expecting a child will nourish his spirit and give him the hope to go on"
"you have nothing to lose and so much to gain by having a child sooner - a once in a lifetime chance to give your father a priceless gift as he approaches the end of his life."
"this might be the one and most significant gesture you make as his only child"
"sometimes in life, we set aside our plans and life routines and conveniences because life asks something special and something greater of us, and we respond and rise to the occasion."
I let my mom know that Derek and I have in fact been thinking about it since my dad's diagnosis, but we have a lot of concerns about pregnancy during such an emotionally fraught time. Namely, our main concern is the very real possibility that my dad might pass away while I am pregnant, before the baby is born, and what it will do to me to be grieving the loss of my dad WHILE undergoing the tremendous emotional, physical, and mental challenge of pregnancy. (While also having type 2 bipolar disorder and alternating between episodes of depression and hypomania.)
My mom flipped out. She said "the time is now" to have a kid, and attacked Derek and I for not caring about my dad's wants. She said that I don't care about my dad, only Derek - who would be the father of my child, the person who raises this child with me, forever. She said that a dying man's wishes don't factor into our decision at all. She said that "for ONCE, just once," in my life, that I think about my father, "because he doesn't have the luxury of time while you figure out if this choice is right to you. The big question for you is, does he matter enough to want to do this for him? The answer is obvious that he does not. He lives on borrowed time, but you are unwilling to step outside your own time frame."
My mom has had massive outbursts of temper periodically for the past 10+ years. She's said a lot, a lot, a LOT, of very hurtful things to me since my teens and throughout my twenties. Things that I've been dealing with in therapy for almost 3 years. I've dealt with it. But this was too much. I became very distraught after this entire interaction on Wednesday night. The emotional manipulation and accusation that I don't care about my dad was too much, especially as I've already been struggling tremendously this summer since my dad was diagnosed.
I spoke to friends about this situation yesterday and spent time with friends. I didn't speak to my mother, though I called my dad twice a day to talk to him, as usual. She sent me a text this morning accusing me of "putting her in the doghouse."
I had a phone call with her and told her how inappropriate, offensive, and hurtful Wednesday night was, and how it is just a long (decade+ long) pattern of behavior - of "normal behavior" and getting along for a few weeks or a couple of months, only to culminate in an explosive display of temper. I told her the truth about how her temper has affected me and told her that I cannot continue to deal with this. I told her the same thing 6.5 years ago, after I moved out - that the outbursts of anger would alienate me, and to please try to moderate that, and she said she wasn't willing to change that behavior, and she would express herself in the way she pleased.
The truth is, my mom terrifies me because of her anger, because of these unpredictable displays of anger, and that's why I've tried to distance myself from her over the past 6.5 years. She's seen me try to distance myself, and she's been so angry about that. Every time I've tried to reconcile with her and give her more chances, she blindsides me again with another incident.
Long story short (lmao, this was not a "long story short," it's been a long story) she doubled down and refused to apologize, or to make any changes to her behavior. We are now estranged. I will stay in touch with my dad and will not be in touch with her.
It's difficult, it's painful, but nobody in my life has ever hurt me more than my mom has. Repeatedly, over and over again, since I was in my teens. I'm not in a point in my life where I can tolerate emotional abuse any longer. I'm already going through enough pain with the prospect of losing my dad.
I couldn't see my therapist yesterday or today because she's on vacation for Labor Day. I'm not going to lie, it's been hard, but I've made a lot of difficult decisions and life changes since my dad was diagnosed. I'm looking forward to therapy on Tuesday.
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sevenciircles · 11 months
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Earlier Than Expected
Millie was five years old and she was ready for her first ever Wrath Wrangle!
She had awoken that day with the sun, having gone to bed early at her parent's insistence. It was a big day today, it was her first time being able to compete in the Wrath Wrangle! She had watched it for years, leaning forward on the stands and cheering for her favorites, and now she'd get to participate with the big kids!
Well, she'd be in the 5-10 year old age bracket, but she was still a big kid! She'd been practicing for months now, and Millie was fully confident she was ready! She had all her moves perfected, and she had trained with her Daddy to be the toughest, roughest imp she could! She had to make not only her parents proud, but her siblings too! She would be the first to participate in a Wrath Wrangle, and the young imp knew that she could do something memorable.
She had flitted around that morning, barely paying attention to her parents as she zoomed around the house. She had so much energy! Of course she did! This was the Wrath Wrangle! Imps came from all over the Ring to their section of Wrath for a big fighting tournament! And there were all sorts of game booths and food too! She loved this festival almost as much as the Harvest Jamboree, but she had to be 18 to participate in those events. She would all old by then!
Millie was talking a mile a minute as her Mama brushed and braided her hair, rambling on about this and that and how she would wipe the floor with everyone!
She only stopped when her Daddy walked in and kneeled in front of her. Her shining eyes laid on him, a proud grin on her face.
"Daddy, Daddy! Today I'm gonna bring home that medal! When I win, can we have peach cobbler? OOOO! Or chocolate cake? I'm gonna punch, kick, and tackle the others like- HI-YA!" Millie mimed a punch, causing her Mama to let go of her hair and pull the excitable imp back.
Millie hissed in pain, but quickly got over it. Nothing could bring her down!
"Now pumpkin, I know you're excited, but you gotta be realistic! I think you'll kick some ass for sure, but baby girl your young. You're gonna be up against the real big kids, it's okay if you don't last a round or two. The important thing is that your tryin' Mildred." He said, chuckling and clapping Millie on the back.
She frowned briefly, crossing her arms.
"But I WILL win Daddy! I'm the baddest bitch in the Ring!" Millie cheered, and her Mama delivered a quick smack to her with the flat end of her brush.
"Language, young lady! Remember what I said?" Her Mama scolded, and Millie rolled her eyes.
"Only outside and out of earshot. What you don't know won't hurt ya." Millie recited, feeling her Mama finish the braid.
"And there! My little angel of doom is all ready to go!" Her Mama cooed, and Millie felt the braid. She hugged her Mama tightly, or as tightly as she could, and giggled.
"Thanks Ma!" Millie then turned to her Dad.
"I know where the med tent is, and I know how to take a hit! I'm gonna be golden! Now can we goooooooo already! My event starts in 30!" Millie begged, and her Dad sighed fondly before nodding.
Millie yelled in excitement, going around the couch to the cribs and beds and kissing her siblings and wishing them goodbye. The Wrath Wrangle Festival was only about ten minutes up the road by truck, but she acted like she was leaving them forever.
"Come on, come on, come on, let's gooooooo!" Millie grabbed her Dad's hand, dragging him out the door. Unaware he was letting himself be dragged, she smiled. Boy she was strong!
The ride to the festival was filled with chatter, mainly from Millie as she told him all about what she was going to do. Her Daddy would chime in here or there, remind her of some safety rules, and laugh at his daughter's spirit.
Finally, at long last, they arrived at the site of the festival. Millie hopped out of the truck as soon as it was parked on a random patch of dirt, and ran forward before finding herself being scooped up by her Dad.
Millie didn't mind, and her head was on a swivel as she looked around. There were tons of booths, games, and prizes! And as she craned her neck over the heads of the crowd, she could see the muddy ring where the Wrath Wrangle would take place.
Her Daddy finally let her go, allowing her to run off ahead while he went to sign her in.
Millie zoomed in and out of the crowd, eager and ready to get into that ring! She was so excited, this was gonna be great, she couldn't wait-
OOMPH!
Millie collided with something and she fell over on her butt. It shocked her more than hurt her, but she recovered quickly and opened her eyes to see an imp around her age with white hair and six white freckles.
He stared at her, nervous, so Millie gave a big smile and brushed herself off. She stood up, offering a hand to the boy.
"Sorry about that! I'm just so excited! It's the Wrath Wrangle after all, and I'm participatin'!" Millie said proudly, as the boy stared at her for a second longer before hesitantly taking her hand and helping her pull him up.
Right away, Millie dedicated a lack of roughness on his hands. No callouses. Either he wore gloves all the time or he didn't work, Millie observed.
"That's cool..." The boy said, in a low voice. Still, he was smiling. And Millie could tell he was excited.
"Right? My name's Mildred! But the only people who call me that are my Mama and Daddy." Millie introduced, letting got of his hand.
"I'm..." The boy hesitated. "My Dad said not to tell my name to strangers." He said, fidgeting with his tail.
Millie cocked her head, confused. That was weird, but she didn't think more about it.
"Okay! Are you playin' in the Wrangle? Where are ya from? I ain't never seen you around at any other things." Millie asked curiously, surely she would have remembered the soft spoken boy.
"I'm actually not from here. Well, I am. I was born here, but I live in Greed. My mommy is though, we go on vacation to Wrath every so often." The boy said, becoming slightly more cheerful when talking about his Mama.
Millie's eyes widened in shock, her smile stretching.
"Your from another ring? That's so cool! What's it like? I've only ever been here!" Millie asked, getting closer to the boy as he flushed. That was funny, it wasn't hot out!
"Um..."
Millie then noticed something out of place among the reds and tans of Wrath. Green. Green and blue. She looked behind him and saw for the first time two muscular shark demons, watching them.
Her eyes narrowed, looking to the boy.
"There's these two men followin' you! My Daddy will know how to take care of them. He's the strongest ever!" Millie said, trying to reassure the boy.
However, he only cracked a smile and giggled.
"Those are my friends!" The boy replied, and Millie relaxed. "Dad has them follow me to keep me safe." He said it like it was obvious.
That made sense! They must be even shyer than the boy to not participate. He must be so cool, making friends with adults!
"Oh! Well-" She then heard an announcement blaring over a grainy loudspeaker. It was time for her event!
Millie's eyes widened, and she turned to the boy grinning in anticipation.
"It's time! It's time! It's time!" She yelled, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the ring as he yelped.
Millie forgot she was dragging the poor boy along until she dropped his hand, turning back around.
"I have to go now! I'll be back after I win this thing! Meet me here! Are you gonna watch in the stands?" Millie asked hurriedly, seeing her competition hop over the fence and go to the center.
The boy nodded, and shyly looked towards the stands. Millie's eyes followed, and noticed a large crowd of shark demons surrounding a couple of imps. One was smoking a cigar with weird green smoke, and the other was waving to the boy.
That must be his family!
"Good luck, Millie!" The boy said, giving her a smile before running off.
Millie watched him run for a second, before climbing over the fence and hopping down into the mud. It was nice to meet him, but Millie had to focus now!
She ran to the center of the ring, noticing a lot of the competition was taller and bigger than her. She puffed up her chest and stood taller to make herself look bigger, but it did little difference.
The announcer looked them all over, and she noticed his eyes seemed to linger on her a little longer before he moved on.
"I'm gonna go over the rules one more time. You'll fight one on one in rounds, and the winner advances. The two winners will fight in the final round. Names will be called randomly. There's no weapons, and try to avoid breaking major bones. A small penalty will be deducted otherwise."
Millie had studied these rules, she had listened to them for years. She had trained for them.
"Alright, everyone face the crowd now."
Millie turned around, facing the crowd who began cheering and hollering.
She caught her Daddy in the crowd, hooting and yelling with the rest of them. Millie waved at him, but also turned slightly to the only section not yelling. The shark demons.
They looked cautious, and the male imp looked bored. The woman looked nicer, clapping happily and the boy sat on her lap, clapping too.
"Welcome y'all to the Wrath Wrangle Festival! For our first event, we have the little tykes' rumble! Let's give a shout to our lil upstarts!"
It went agonizingly slow after that.
She had watched two fights, sitting on the bench with the other kids as they awaited their turn. The fighting was vicious, it was dirty, it was tough. Millie couldn't wait!
Eventually, the loser was dragged out and the winner went to get water.
"For our next matchup, Danny Craw and Millie Mason!" The announcer yelled, and Millie hopped up along with a kid who looked about nine or so. He had some bulk on him, but was taller.
She wasn't worried.
As she got into position, she looked into his eyes and grinned.
He was going down.
Millie ended up beating Danny.
And everyone else.
As each fight of hers continued, the crowd grew louder and louder whenever she was announced. She felt so happy, and every time she looked at her Daddy he seemed so proud! She was going to have peach cobbler tonight for sure!
"For our first semi-final match, let's have our surprising little firecracker Millie Mason and our returning champ, Jenna Hales!" The announcer boomed, and Millie stood up.
She had been injured during the tournament, of course.
She was bruised and beaten, her leg felt funny and her side hurt. She was slightly dizzy, but Millie knew that even if she wasn't in perfect shape, victory was hers! She had beaten everyone else, returning champion or not, Jenna would be a piece of cake!
The bell dinged.
Millie didn't exactly remember what happened next, but after feeling a few punches and doling out some of her own she heard screams from the crowd and the world went black.
Millie woke up, a throbbing pulse coming from her skull. She winced, trying to open her eyes before closing them again.
She could feel tears leaking out of her eyes. She hadn't ever been in this much pain!
Her arm felt like it was split in too, her face ached, and it hurt with every breath she took.
"Now now, take your time pumpkin. You took a beatin' out there." Came the voice of her Daddy, and Millie felt the tears roll out more steadily as she sniffed.
Finally opening her eyes, she saw her Daddy there. She realized she was laying on a cot, her arm and leg were wrapped up. She had ice on her eye and a cloth was being held to her lip.
Every second she was awake, it hurt more. Her bottom lip quivered, and she cried openly. That only made her side hurt more, which made her cry more. It was an ugly circle.
"Da-daddy! It hurtssssss!" Millie wailed, and she could feel him holding her hand. She wanted a hug, but she knew that it would hurt more.
"Shhh, I know baby girl, I know. They're bringin' in some medicine and a more professional doc. Normally they don't do that, but for you kid, they are. You really made everyone impressed." Her Daddy said, a smile on his face.
Millie's lip wobbled, she hadn't even considered that she had lost.
"So... so I didn't win? Aren't you sad?" Millie asked, feeling on the verge of sobbing again when her Dad began gently stroking her head.
"Pumpkin, I couldn't be prouder of you. All those folks out there felt the same. No one has ever seen a kid your size and age make it so far before."
Millie found that she didn't care about everyone else.
All that mattered was that her Daddy was proud of her.
Through the tears, she tried to smile.
It would all be okay, if her Daddy was proud of her.
Still, the pain was overwhelming and she felt herself gasping, tears coming out of her eyes again.
"I'm gonna go track down that doctor, or at least see if we can get some medicine. Those fuckin' bastards takin' too long..." Her Daddy grumbled, leaving the tent.
She was alone for the moment.
Millie tried to hold back her cries, but the tears just kept coming.
She closed her eyes, trying to take deep breaths, only to realize that hurt even more.
And then she heard footsteps.
Millie cracked an eye open, thinking it was her Dad with either the doctor or the medicine, but it wasn't either of those things.
It was the boy she had met earlier.
He stood with his hands behind his back, fidgeting.
"I-I know your probably in pain." The boy said, stepping closer.
Millie could have let out a laugh if she felt better.
"So I'll try to be fast. But you were really brave. Like a story book I read! Your super strong, I wish I was." The boy looked down again, before revealing what was behind his back.
A single red rose.
"I asked my mommy if we could get it. She said that it'd make you feel better. Does it make you feel better?" The boy asked, and Millie opened both of her eyes to see the other imp looking at her with hope.
And while her pain didn't lessen, as she carefully took the rose from his hands and smelled it, she did feel better.
Millie mustered a smile, a weak and watery one, but a smile.
"I do feel better, thanks!" Millie said as cheerfully as she could, but it came out as more of a grimace. "And hey, if you're ever in Wrath again, let's play! You can tell me about Greed and I can teach you about fighting."
That took a lot out of the little girl, and she found herself holding back tears stronger than ever.
"Okay! I wanna play with you. When you're better." The boy said, and he paused. He looked like he was about to say something else, but Millie heard a faint call that sounded a lot like 'rocks', and the boy jumped.
"I have to go, goodbye!" The boy scurried out of the tent with one final wave.
Millie stared at his retreating form as she held the rose to her chest. She felt her eyelids drooping, what little energy she had spent.
What an odd imp...
When Joe came into see his daughter with the better doctor, the first aid attendant, and a bunch of medicine he was sure he'd be working off for a while, he saw his little baby girl looking pale as a sheet on the cot.
But the bright red rose stood out.
Joe wondered if he should be worried, but then dismissed it. His little pumpkin spice had a fan, he was sure it wasn't anything to be concerned about.
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thesconesyard · 1 year
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And because I’m still raging and on a roll with it, have an update:
Wherever You Are, I Am
Part 33
McCoy smiled as there was a knock at the door. The evening before had been hard after his call with Scotty. He had sat looking at the blank screen for who knew how long and after he had finally forced himself up, had laid awake in bed for hours as loneliness crept in.
He was glad for company for dinner as he walked across the room.
“Hello darlin’,” he greeted Jaylah as he opened the door.
“Hi Dr. Bones.” She squeezed him tightly as she came in.
McCoy gave a grunt of surprise, but smiled happily. The quarters had been empty by himself.
“Dinner’s almost ready.”
“How can I help?”
“You can sit and relax,” McCoy chuckled. “Tell me how classes are and what you think of the academy. How’s that uniform feeling?”
“I can not believe we have to wear them everywhere on campus!”
McCoy laughed as he poured out a drink for Jaylah.
“One of these weekends when we’ve settled into routines, I’ll take you out of the city and you can wear whatever you want.”
“Where would we go?”
“Anywhere you want,” McCoy smiled and turned back to the oven. “There we go,” he said, setting a pan on the counter. “That can cool for a few minutes while this salad gets made.”
He worked for a moment in silence. Jaylah was looking out the windows.
“I’ll make a list,” McCoy finally continued, “of all the things Jim used to drag me out to do on weekends besides bar hop. Then we can decide different things to do. Or you can do them with your roommate or friends too.”
“I would like that Dr. Bones,” Jaylah said smiling back.
“We could ask Monty for ideas too. Though, he probably spent all his free time tinkering with things. Here.”
McCoy handed the salad to Jaylah, and began to cut into the pan from the oven. He carried it to the table and sat.
“How’s class?”
“There are so many things I do not know,” Jaylah answered with a frown. “Except in the engineering class. That class is too slow. The others…” Jaylah waved her hand to the side. “Trina is nice. She helps explain things I do not know.”
“Why’d she choose Starfleet?” McCoy asked.
“She wants to work on a space station.”
“All these crazy people who want to go to space, lord help us.”
“You work in space Dr. Bones!” Jaylah laughed.
“Guess I went crazy years ago. You and Trina have all your classes together?”
“Most of them. Some of them are long!”
McCoy thought of his own two hour long field medicine classes.
“I like it here,” Jaylah said. “I like not being scared of what is behind me. Everyone is kind.”
McCoy’s smile came easy at that. “I’m glad to hear that. And Monty will be too. It isn’t always peaches and cream, but it’s a lot better than a lot of things out there.”
“Peaches and…”
“An expression about things not always being easy. Incidentally, what we’re having for dessert; peach pie.”
“Peaches are what Montgomery Scotty made you before we left.” Jaylah frowned.
“Yep. He made a peach cobbler. A peach is a fruit. My home is famous for them. You’ll see when we go at Thanksgiving. Monty had this peach pie delivered from in town.”
“He got hurt? His message did not explain.”
“Yes,” McCoy’s smile faded. “He and Mitchell had an accident. He’s getting better but off duty for a few days.”
“He should be more careful,” Jaylah stated.
“Yes he should.”
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anzhin-the-starman · 2 years
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Daily Writing Challenge: Day 7 - Peace
[This lore is a little bit of surprise for the wonderful @mekandawn​ ❤️]
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Time is strange in the Shadowlands, it's hard to keep track. Only my iComm keeps me abreast of the time and date on Azeroth.
A time of celebration approaches!
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Connections are everything in the Shadowlands, especially as a diplomat. Luckily, despite a small fumble earlier in the year, Anzhin was in rather good standings with the Maldraxxi diplomatic representatives. In moments of growing peace, this granted him a rather interesting advantage.
It wasn't long before he found himself standing beside Plague Deviser Marileth, smiling up at the masked Maldraxxi.
"Ah! You must be my new apprentice!" Marileth began. "Yes, yes, I was told about you! You wish to create with me, I heard! A friendly slime to bring to home, yes?" He inquired, stepping over to a bone-lined stone desk, flipping through scattered papers scrawled with recipes and directions. "I assume you wouldn't want one filled with the plague, as the results could be rather catastrophic for us both!" He says with a hearty laugh.
"That would be correct, Plague Devisor." Anzhin agreed, the formal mantle of diplomat not easily sliding away, even as this little side task of his was for a personal matter.
"Well, luckily for you, I have a list of viable and non-threatening reagents for a mortal like you! Er, somewhere." Marileth said with a quick, determined hum as bone-tipped fingers carefully claw through the paperwork. "Plague? No. Abomination instructions? No. Stitcher blueprints? No."
The Bard waited patiently, stepping forward as if ready to offer his help, yet with the nature of Necrolord work in the House of Plagues, he was unsure if he should be so close to the Deviser's desk. An artist's mess is one you never fool around with, and the Maldraxxi was one in his own right.
"Ah! Here we are! One blueprint for a friendly slime cat!" Marileth said with a delighted laugh. "You're going to need many reagents, as my stores have been rather low as of late." He says with a low hum of contemplation. "Do be swift, my apprentice!"
Anzhin took the blueprint with its accompanying recipe. The scrawl was a bit difficult to read at times, but he had definitely seen worse. "I will return to you soon, Plague Deviser." He said, flourishing into a little bow before whistling for his steed.
Almost every part of the known Shadowlands had a piece in the recipe. The bones of Ardenweald's prowlers, Gargon dust of Revendreth, shed Larion fur of Bastion, and slime and anima of Maldraxxus. While the reagents were not terribly difficult to locate, much had to be done to actually procure them. It took quite a bit more time than he had planned, but for love, he would do just about anything.
Anzhin looked rather ragged as he finally returned to the Plague Deviser, yet a smile still remained.
"Ah, my apprentice returns! Triumphant, I presume?" Marileth asked, stepping forward as he was ready to take the assumed gathered reagents. Anzhin wasted no time handing them over, following after as the Maldraxxi walked over to his cauldron.
Surprisingly, the Plague Deviser and the Night Fae Diplomat worked rather well together. Like clockwork, Anzhin was on top of every request, fetching reagents mere moments after the names were spoken. Even as they worked so fluidly, the Bard asked many questions, curious about possible additions and reactions. They actually wound up adding a few of the interesting suggestions once Marileth believed they would be harmless to the final product.
It was a time-consuming ordeal, but it was actually fun! Perhaps this was similar to one of the many experiences Caythaes had remembered when they spoke so fondly of the flesh-bound plane.
He hoped they would like this.
With a puff of peach cobbler-scented noxious fumes, a small, burbling meow echoed from the cauldron. A moment or so later, a sunrise-colored slime kitten leaped out and landed beside Anzhin and Marileth, looking to the pair with a bright Maldraxxi green eye glow.
Anzhin looked to the Plague Deviser, seemingly asking for permission.
"Go ahead, apprentice! Coddle your creation!" Marileth encourages with a nod. "Every slime deserves a little praise now and again!" He looks over to his own large slime companion, noticing the little crown half-sunken into the jelly of his body. "Oh, Kevin, that is a wonderful hat! Good for you!"
The Bard leaned down and opened his arms for the kitten. They seemed... hesitant at first, touching their little jelly nose to his hand before stepping closer and climbing up onto one of his arms. It wasn't long until he hugged the small kitten to him, smilingly warmly. "You are perfect." He murmured softly. "They're going to love you."
With a friendly little slime kitten at his side, Anzhin said his goodbyes to Marileth with promises of speaking to the Maldraxxi diplomat in reference to procuring more reagents for him. Then, it was time to prepare; it was almost time!
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I stand before the door to Cay's apartment, holding the box tight in my arms, feeling the sweet little beast inside shift for comfort. I wonder if it can feel my pounding heart through the cardboard... I take a breath to steady myself, try to bring some semblance of calm even as an excited smile settles on my face. My hand raises to knock upon the door, gentle but still firm enough to be heard.
I can't contain the joy as the door opens.
"Happy Birthday, my Darling Firebird~"
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~ @daily-writing-challenge​
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moonkissedbb · 3 months
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dec 27, 2023
a lot has happened since the last time i uploaded a post. i moved back in with my mom, into your house. i rescued a black kitten, and named her violet. i am signing back up for school on january second, and possibly got a job interview at lowe's. i started seeing a new guy and i like him a lot, but i am taking things slow. baking became a new hobby of mine, i've made pumpkin pie, browned butter chocolate chip cookies, home-made whipped cream, peach cobbler, and your famous cornbread. i have been writing in my journal almost daily. i got into the routine of flossing my teeth every day, too.
i have been trying to help my mom, but it's been difficult & draining. which are understatements. living with her brings back alot of traumatic feelings i had during childhood, but i am doing my best to adapt and continue moving forward. it gets to me sometimes and i have more bad days than i want. healing/bettering myself is something i need to prioritize more. i am going to start seeing a psychiatrist and therapist again soon.
money has been a big stress lately. j is the main breadwinner of the house, and it's putting a lot of pressure on him. he has been having issues with his job that are going to resolve on the first of january, so things should get better.
although my mom needs me, and i have empathy for her, i must put myself first. j and i are going to save up and find our own place to move into. living here is not good for either one of us. it's traumatizing being around someone so sick mentally. my mom needs to learn how to rely on herself again, anyways. while i am here, i will help her as much as i can. but, this is only temporary. all j & i need is three months of great paychecks and to establish+build credit. i want to be out of here by may at the latest, that is four months from the beginning of the year.
in those four months, a lot can happen. i will graduate from high school, get my drivers license, and get my first job. the same can happen for j, if he so chooses. i will encourage him.
i cannot wait for life to become normal again, which will happen in due time, but in the meantime i am trying to find the silver linings of my situation and focus on the things i can control. grass is only green where you water it.
thanksgiving and christmas passed without you here. the first holidays i spent without you. it will never be the same (even though i know you are always here in spirit.) we didn't get to celebrate properly this year, no tree, no presents, no dinner at home, last minute decorations. the last few years looked similar for me, except that I got to come celebrate with you and have a nice dinner together. now that is gone too. this is the last year i will be sad on the holidays. i will try again next year, and it will be different. i will make the holiday season full of love and warmth and joy. i will save a seat for you at the dinner table.
life is full of up's and down's, huh? i am going through the "down" right now. ebbing. but soon i will be up, and i will be flowing. all is temporary, and the good will always return. i am grateful for the lessons hardship has taught me, and i am ready for better. i gotta keep on going no matter what, as you would say.
my new years resolution is to be brave.
i will be brave because i must be.
i will be because i am.
i love you forever papa, and i miss you all the time. thank you for being my guardian angel, protecting & guiding me in the right direction. i see all the signs you send. you and me together forever!
until we meet again —
love,
hope
(p.s, what's it like up there???)
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thedisneychef · 10 months
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Delicious and Easy Canned Peach Pie Recipe for Any Occasion
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Hi there! Are you looking for a delicious and simple canned peach pie recipe? Look no further! I'm here to share with you my favorite go-to recipe that is sure to please. This recipe has been in the family for years, and it's absolutely divine. It couldn't be simpler either - all it requires is a can of peaches, some buttery pastry dough, sugar, flour, cinnamon and nutmeg. That's it! You'll have yourself an amazing homemade pie in just minutes. So let's get started! Maybe You Also Like: - Canned Green Beans Recipe - Canned Pickled Green Beans Recipe - Can Peach Cobbler Recipe Easy Preparing The Pastry Dough I'm excited to share my favorite canned peach pie recipe with you! It's a simple and delicious dessert that can be enjoyed any time of year. To get started, we'll need to make the pastry dough. Making the dough is easy: just mix together all-purpose flour, butter, salt, and ice water until it forms a ball. When rolling out the dough for your crust, I have some tips for you: roll from the center outward in one direction. Use enough pressure on your rolling pin so that it passes through each layer of dough without sticking or tearing; and choose between making either a single-crust bottom pie or both top and bottom double-crust pies. There are several variations when it comes to crusts too — like using melted butter instead of cold butter, swapping part of your all-purpose flour for whole wheat flour, or adding sugar if you're looking for something sweeter than traditional recipes. No matter what variation you decide to try out, this canned peach pie will be sure to please everyone at your table. Assembling The Pie I'm excited to get started with this pie! The first step is to prepare the dough. I like to use a chilled dough for my pies, so I'll take it out of the fridge and roll it out on a lightly floured surface until it's an even thickness. Then I line my pan with the dough and use any extra pieces to patch up holes or thin spots in the crust. The next step is to add the filling. For this recipe, I open a can of peach slices and pour them into the lined pan over top of the crust. It looks delicious already! Finally, I sprinkle some sugar overtop before covering everything with another layer of rolled-out pastry dough. I pop it all in the oven at 350 degrees Fahrenheit for 30 minutes or until golden brown on top. Now that's what I call mouthwatering! Mixing The Filling I'm getting started on my canned peach pie recipe and it's time to mix the filling. First, I'm preparing the fruit - peeling and slicing the peaches and adding a bit of sugar. Then, I'm adding the liquid - a mixture of cornstarch and water to thicken up the filling. I'm almost done with this step, so I'm getting excited to move onto the next one! Preparing The Fruit It's time to start prepping the peaches for our canned peach pie! I'm going to walk you through the process of how we're going to do this. First, make sure that you have a good selection of ripe peaches. You'll need about 8-10 large ones for 1 canning process. Once you've got your peaches ready, it's time to peel them. Remove the skin from each peach and cut out any bruises or blemishes before placing them in a bowl. Then, slice up your prepared peaches into bite sized pieces and set aside until needed later on in the recipe. In order to ensure that our canned peach pie is extra juicy and delicious, let's not forget those yummy juices either - simply pour all the juice produced during slicing into a separate container so we don't lose any of their natural sweetness! Adding The Liquid Great! Now that we have our peaches prepped and ready to go, let's move on to the next step of making our canned peach pie - adding the liquid. Choosing a liquid can make or break your filling, so it's important to select one carefully. I like to use either water or apple juice for my pies as both are sweet and add a lot of flavor. You'll also need to add a thickening agent such as cornstarch or tapioca starch in order to give the filling structure when baking. Just mix two tablespoons into 1/2 cup of cold liquid before stirring it into the mixture. Once all these components come together, you've got yourself an amazing homemade canned peach pie filling! Baking The Pie Now that the filling is ready, it's time to prepare and bake the pie. To start, take out your favorite dough recipe from the refrigerator or pantry, as this will be used for both a top and bottom crust. Before rolling out the dough, make sure to lightly flour your work surface and rolling pin so that it does not stick when you begin to shape it. With a few swipes of the rolling pin, roll each piece of dough until they are large enough to cover both the bottom and sides of an 8-inch pie dish. Once in place, press down gently along the edges with a fork. Then store any remaining dough scraps in wax paper in case you need them later on. At this point, preheat your oven to 350°F (or whatever temperature is recommended by your favorite dough recipe). Now we can move onto blind baking – which simply means baking without any filling inside! Prick holes into the bottom of your pie using a fork and then line it with foil before adding weights like beans or rice for added support during baking. Place on center rack in preheated oven for about 15 minutes before removing foil/weights and baking for another 10-15 minutes until golden brown. This helps maintain its structure while also giving it some color prior to adding our peach filling. Once done baking, remove from oven but leave at room temperature until cooled off completely before transferring the prepared filling inside – now comes time to enjoy all that hard work! Enjoying The Delicious Results I'm so excited to finally share my delicious canned peach pie recipe with all of you! There's nothing like the sweet taste of a homemade dessert, so let's dive into how to make it. First, preheat your oven and gather together all the ingredients - including 2 cans of peaches in syrup or light syrup. Next, mix together the remaining ingredients until combined. Then pour everything into an unbaked 9-inch pie crust and bake for approximately 40 minutes or until golden brown and bubbly on top. When enjoying this mouthwatering treat, there are many variations and tips I would recommend trying out depending on what type of flavor profile you're looking for. For example, adding some almond extract will give a nutty kick while sprinkling more cinnamon over the top can add a bit more spice. And don't forget about topping it off with some whipped cream or ice cream if desired! With such an easy but delightful recipe, you'll be sure to impress everyone who takes their first bite. Frequently Asked Questions What Is The Best Type Of Canned Peach To Use For This Recipe? When it comes to canned peaches, there are a variety of different types available on the market. For making a peach pie recipe, you want to choose one that has a good balance between sweetness and texture. Depending on your preference, you can go for either light or dark syrup varieties, depending on how sweet you like your pies. Light syrup varieties will have less sugar so they won’t be as sweet, while darker syrups may give more flavor but with higher levels of sugar. Ultimately though, these decisions come down to personal preference! Is It Possible To Make This Recipe With Fresh Peaches Instead? Yes, you can definitely make a delicious peach pie with fresh peaches! It's actually quite simple – all you need is a few basic cooking tips and some serving ideas. First of all, be sure to choose ripe but firm peaches for your recipe. You'll also want to blanch them before using in the filling so they don't become too soft during baking. To help thicken up the filling, try adding cornstarch or instant tapioca at the end before pouring into your crust. Finally, serve it up warm with ice cream or whipped cream - yum! How Long Does The Pie Need To Cool Before Serving? Cooling time is an important part of serving a homemade pie, no matter what type you choose. When it comes to peach pies, the cooling time will depend on the state of your ingredients - either fresh or canned peaches. When making a canned peach pie, you'll want the pie to cool completely before serving. This typically takes about two hours at room temperature before it's ready to be served at its best flavor and texture. What Are Some Alternative Crust Options For This Pie? If you're looking for a gluten-free or nut based crust option for your pie, then you've got some great options. You can make a traditional shortcrust pastry with almond flour instead of plain wheat flour, making it totally gluten-free yet still light and flaky. Or if you want something even simpler, try using crushed nuts mixed with melted butter to form the base - this works especially well for pecan pies. Finally, you could use store bought pre-made gluten free pastry from the supermarket which is always an easy and convenient alternative. Is There Any Way To Make This Recipe Vegan Or Dairy-Free? If you're looking for vegan and dairy-free alternatives to make a canned peach pie recipe, there are plenty of substitutes out there. You can use vegan butter or vegetable shortening as an alternative to regular butter in the crust, while coconut oil is also a great option. Dairy-free milk options like almond milk, oat milk, and soy milk work just as well when it comes to making your filling creamy and delicious. With these simple swaps, you can easily create a healthy version of this classic dessert! Conclusion Making a canned peach pie is a great way to enjoy the sweet taste of peaches all year round! Whether you prefer using canned or fresh peaches, this classic dessert can be modified and adapted to suit your dietary needs. With just a few simple ingredients and some patience for cooling time, it's an easy recipe that even novice bakers can master. So why not give it a try today? You won't regret it - I know I don't! If you're looking for more delicious recipes to try, be sure to check out The Disney Chef's recipe categories! Whether you're in the mood for something sweet like a cake recipe, something savory like a chicken or pork recipe, or something fresh like a vegetable or seafood recipe, there's something for everyone. And if you're a meat-lover, don't forget to check out the beef recipes category for hearty and satisfying meals. With so many options to choose from, you're sure to find a new favorite recipe to add to your collection. Read the full article
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evachickenfried · 1 year
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Types of fresh southern peach cobbler
New peaches, fluffy cake fixing, and loads of your #1 flavors make a southern peach cobbler that truly praises this mid year normal item number one!
Summer's here and my southern peach cobbler recipe comes stacked with new peaches, searing flavors, and the ideal cake outclassing!
My Easter treat recipes get going cobbler season with stores of spring regular item — anyway shouldn't something be said about peach cobbler recipes? Those I like after the Easter recipes are done, while summer's going all out and the sun's boiling. That is the place where you get truly cobbler-praiseworthy peaches!
If you love this recipe, I think you'll going to treasure the flavor and surfaces of my peaches and cream pie and my peach scrap bars moved into one mind blowing party! Recollect strawberry cobbler!
What I Love About This Recipe
No sweet says SUMMER extremely like a significant bowl of steaming, new southern peach cobbler. Top it with a scoop of vanilla bean frozen yogurt and you have heaven!
Optimal celebration of summer Mind blowing for parties! Eminent cool, hot, alone, or in the ongoing style!
Bit by bit directions to Make southern peach cobbler Recipe
This recipe is to some degree more expected than my basic Bisquick structure, yet oh dear, is it worth the work!
Start by preheating your oven. Mix your peaches, sugars, cinnamon, nutmeg, lemon juice, and cornstarch until merged, then, fill a 9×13 dish. Get ready for 10 minutes just to loosen up your peaches.
In the meantime, unite your cake outclassing trimmings (except for the water!) and use a prepared decent blender to cut the margarine in with the general hodgepodge. Then, add your percolating water and mix.
Pull the southern peach cobbler out of the grill and drop the cake mix over the peaches. Sprinkle sugar over-top and back for 30 minutes.
Appreciate!
PEACH COBBLER RECIPE NOTES
The ideal peach cobbler is a precarious recipe — yet I have it for you today! Here are my tips to guarantee you honor these totally prepared peaches.
Ways of making the Best Southern Peach Cobbler
There are several extra methods you'll need to take to get really summer-excellent southern peach cobbler.
Beginning Set up: That basic intensity loosen up the peaches so the last dish has totally fragile, condense in-your-mouth normal item. You can skirt that basic intensity if your peaches to be a bit inclining toward areas of strength for the — yet I love the superb way this plan makes the southern peach cobbler almost jamo-like!
Stripped Peaches: I stop by the best results when I strip my peaches before using them. This is the manner in which I dealt with this often aggravating cycle:
Heat a colossal pot of water with the end result of bubbling. Using a paring cutting edge, make a X on the lower part of the southern peach cobbler through the skin. Slide the peaches into the gurgling water (not simultaneously since you don't completely accept that that the water temperature ought to diminish exorbitantly low) for 30 seconds. Wipe out with an opened spoon. Plunge peaches into a bowl stacked up with ice and water. Using the tip of the paring sharp edge, get the edge of the skin at the X and strip.
Cutting Margarine: why might it be fitting for you to cut spread into your flour and not just mix it all quickly? You keep up with that those bits of unbelted spread ought to keep nearby! That is what will give you genuinely fragile, soggy cake around the end.
Basic Peach Cobbler Fixing Notes
You'll see a lot of these trimmings from my basic southern peach cobbler recipes — anyway this southern peach cobbler recipe slants up the YUM for specific wonderful extra things!
Lemon Crush: The choice of lemon juice adds an unprecedented tang, but it helps the peach cooking process by bringing significant causticity. The possible result is fragile, delightful peaches!
Peaches: I like making my cobblers with prepared, yet not unnecessarily prepared natural item. Accepting you endeavor to strip overripe or uncommonly prepared peaches, you by and large lose an excess of the tissue. I think particularly prepared peaches are best eaten insane or used in normal item smoothies.
Optional Embellishments: Vanilla frozen yogurt, whipped cream, even yogurt — the trimmings are interminable for peach cobbler! In any case, don't feel like you should have trimmings — this cobbler is astounding in isolation.
Taking care of Tips
I treat this southern peach cobbler correspondingly as I would a characteristic item pie — so follow these tips for limit!
Might You anytime Freeze This?
To be sure! Guarantee your cobbler is totally cooled (you would prefer not to cut down the temp of your cooler with hot cobbler!) and freeze for up to eight months.
To thaw out, let it sit in the refrigerator present moment, then, give it some life by permitting it to plan in the oven until the embellishment restores.
Make Ahead Tips
You can set up the peach finishing off to a day somewhat early. I really love permitting the peaches to retain their covering before I set them up — it draws out all of the yummy flavors and permits everything genuinely to shimmer!
How Long Might You anytime at some point Keep This In The Fridge?
You can store your southern peach cobbler in the fridge for up to five days. I love eating this straight out of the cooler, but you can in like manner toast up a slice in a toaster oven to get a part of that solidness back in the cake dominating.
Devices to Make
Try not to take out the significant stand up blender or even use its more humble, lighter cousin, the handheld electric blender. Basically these mechanical assemblies:
Bowl Spoon 9×13 baking dish Cake shaper
RECIPE Assortments
What flavor false impressions could we anytime make?
You can add and change the recipe to make blueberry southern peach cobbler! If you want an uncommonly quick and straightforward variation, you can exchange the cake outmaneuvering for Bisquick. Voila, you have Bisquick peach cobbler! Got short with the trimmings or have to set up this anyway it's not peach prepare in your space? You can basically use canned peaches and yellow cake mix to make peach dump cake! Need to add oats? The peach new is unmistakably appropriate for you!
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paleode-ology · 3 years
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I literally hate working around other people so much that I'm going to wait until my sister goes to bed to start my homework
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spookiekewchie · 2 years
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⛓Kinktober 2021- cumswapping⛓
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—oh i can taste it on the tip of my tongue...
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Characters: Bucky Barnes x black!reader x Steve Rogers
Summary: You just wanted to take care of your boys, and they decide to take care of you in return.
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: cumswapping, housewife kink, nicknames (sweets & angel),  oral ( f receiving), inappropriate use of a metal hand, handjobs, fingering, overstimulation, steve and bucky are fiends, squirting, spitting (in someone's mouth), general language warning, steve and bucky's filthy mouths
A/N:  So I realized I hadn't written Steve and Bucky in a threesome yet and that just felt like a crime. Soooo have DAY ELEVEN OF KINKTOBER! Anyways, all mistakes are mine so pardon any errors or typos I'm sure I missed a few. The divider is by @firefly-graphics
DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.
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You’ve been at it all afternoon, cooking Steve and Bucky a welcome home/thank you dinner while they were out saving the world on some harrowing mission that you’d rather not think about. There wasn’t anything you could do by worrying, so instead you focused on trying to put together a little surprise for the two men that had been gracious enough to let you crash at their place for the last month while you figured out your living situation. You figured this was the least you could do, and with them not there to insist that you didn’t have to make such a fuss over them you couldn’t resist.
A text from Natasha told you when they had landed, and you knew that you’d have about an hour and a half before both super soldiers were striding into the house. Maybe two if their debrief ran longer than usual. Either way you were almost done, and just waiting for the peach cobbler to finish baking. You’d take that time to get yourself ready, rushing off to the guest room you’d been staying in to grab a quick shower for yourself. After you’d toweled yourself dry, moisturized with your favorite cinnamon and vanilla scented lotion, and made sure your hair was presentable before padding out of the room to slip on a short little sundress. For a moment you debated panties, the thought of how naughty it’d be to flit around the two men with nothing on under the dress. With a sigh you settled on slipping into a cute but ultimately useless thong.
You might have had a ridiculous crush on the two men, and you might have had nights where the only thing that could get you off was the thought of them both taking you at the same time, but you’d never want to do something to make them uncomfortable and ruin the friendship. Besides you were sure Steve and Bucky both preferred the blonde, stick thin, fair skinned agents they saw day in and day out compared to your ever changing styled hair, curves, and brown skin. Part of you wondered if righteous, upright Steve, and careful, sweet Bucky would even know what to do with a woman like you.
Adding a couple layers of mascara to your lashes, and dabbing on some lip gloss you headed back towards the kitchen with a few minutes to spare. Slipping on an apron you set the table, glancing towards the door in hopes that Steve and Bucky wouldn’t arrive before you were done. The sound of the timer buzzing stole your attention away, just in time for you to miss the front door opening.
For a moment the two men couldn’t figure out what was so different in the house, then their tired minds registered the smell of food filling the air and the sound of your humming as you moved through the kitchen. Sharing a look the two super soldiers moved quietly, coming to stop in the entrance of the kitchen to simply watch you as you remained oblivious to their presence. Something about seeing you in a tempting little dress, an apron draped over you, and bending over in front of the oven did something to both of them. Bucky had managed to suppress his groan as he watched your plump ass sway through the air barely covered by your dress as you checked the cobbler.
Just like that the tension and stress that had been lingering evaporated, and all the blond could think or focus on was you as his eyes dragged up your bare legs, and settled on the fullness of your thighs. Just another couple inches higher and he’d be able to finally get a glimpse of the tight cunt he’d been dreaming about since he’d overheard you trying to keep yourself quiet as you whimpered and moaned his and Bucky’s names. He still remembered the sound of your vibrator buzzing in his ears. He was sure it was a quiet toy but to a super soldier it was loud in his ears and he wanted nothing more than to force open the door just so he could watch you fall apart. Bucky had convinced him to just go to bed, and think of anything except for ruining the friendship between the three of you.
Now there you were, looking like a pretty little housewife all happy and domestic in their home. Steve couldn’t help the sound that rushed out of him, and it startled you as you dropped the peach cobbler back onto the oven rack and slammed the door shut with a small sound of surprise. You whipped around, the bottom of your dress fluttering around your pretty brown thighs almost high enough to give them a glimpse of what was underneath. Steve wanted to bend you over right against the counter and rail you just like that. Bucky on the other hand had his mind on just how pretty you’d be all dolled up like this and on your knees with a mouthful of his cock.
“Oh you’re home.” You breathed out, a little breathless as you pressed a hand to your chest as your breathing began to even out. Neither Steve nor Bucky said anything, both of them just looking at you like they had discovered something new and fascinating about you. “I made you guys dinner, just to say thank you for letting me crash here for so long, and to celebrate me finally finding a pla—” You cut yourself off, Bucky’s sudden move as he rushed over to press you against the counter causing your words to get caught in your throat.
“You can’t move out.”
“Buck—” Steve warned, voice tight as he tried to keep himself in check. He wasn’t any less disappointed to hear that you’d found a place to move to.
“C’mon, man...I’m tired of pretending that we don’t want her.” The words were muffled into your temple as he inhaled your scent. “You practically sped the whole way here just because you wanted to be around her.” He threw out, and the confession had you stilling against him and looking over wide eyed to meet Steve’s darkening gaze. Your gaze dropped and zeroed in on the hard bulge pressing at the front of Steve’s jeans. It had your own arousal soaking against your panties, and all those late night fantasies were seeming like pale comparisons to what could happen if you just let it happen.
“We were going to try and ease you into the idea of it.” Steve admitted, taking his cues from the way your pupils were beginning to blow wide with lust. “But fuck, angel, you just look so good like this.” He huffed out, taking a step closer to cage you in between their two bodies.
“Like what?” It seemed like such a dumb question, but it was all your mind could process when you felt Bucky’s lips pressing against that sensitive spot right beneath your ear. You gasped, not really thinking when your hand flashed out and bunched into a fist as you grabbed onto Steve’s shirt.
Bucky was the one to speak next, “Like a sweet little housewife, all excited to take care of us with dinner waitin’ and all dolled up like this. Fuck, sweets…’m tryin real hard to control myself right now.”
His words nearly had your knees buckling, and before you could think better of it your mouth responded impulsively. “Then don’t control yourself.” The words had barely passed your lips when you felt Bucky pinning you to the counter as his lips crashed against yours. The kiss was greedy, almost desperate, and consuming as Bucky nearly left you breathless. His tongue slipped into your mouth, tasting you with a moan that you weren’t sure was coming from you or him. In the next second you were pulled away, a hand in your hair pulled hard enough to wrench your head away and it was Steve’s lips that found yours next. His kiss was different, softer, and more patient as he took his time and savored the feeling of your mouth against his. Bucky had left you breathless, but Steve had you weak in the knees. Between the two of them you knew that you didn’t stand a chance.
“You want this? Want us?” Steve questioned, and you nodded your mind too fuzzy from their kisses to work out the words to say, but that wasn’t good enough for him. Steve’s strong hand gripped your jaw just tight enough to make your brown eyes snap to his. “You’re gonna have to use your big girl words, angel.” He told you, and the way you sucked in a sharp breath at the slight condescending edge of his words had your panties soaking even more in your slick.
Bucky was barely keeping it together, the smell of you overtaking his senses and making everything else background noise as he pressed harder against you. You could feel just how hard he was, and you gave a needy whine as your mind worked overtime to tell your mouth to speak. “Y-yes, please.”
Your mind was hazy, lust and need pulling your focus between the two before the smell of something starting to burn cut through the haze and you jerked away from the two men with a gasp. “Shit! The cobbler!” You went to pull it from the oven, but Bucky beat you to it, reaching in with a metal hand and grabbing it to set on the stove. You looked down at it, a pout on your full lips as you huffed in frustration. It wasn’t too bad, but it was obvious that it was overcooked and wouldn’t taste the way it should. “Great it’s burned, it was supposed to be dessert for you guys.” You huffed, forgetting the tense moment just moments before as you got caught up in your despair.
“That’s okay, angel. I’m sure you’ve got something much sweeter for us to enjoy.” Steve’s voice had that dizzying low timbre again and you could feel his warmth as he pressed in behind you and caged your hips with his large calloused hands.
“Come on, sweets...I think I want dessert before dinner tonight.” Bucky added, nuzzling his face into your neck before pulling you away from the slightly burnt cobbler so that he could pick you up and set you on the counter and slot himself between your thighs. He balanced you on the edge of the counter, dropping to his knees and bunching your dress up over your hips. You didn’t try to stop him, only reaching out for Steve to pull him closer like you needed both of them within arms reach. Your panties were tugged away and left dangling uselessly against your ankle, and Bucky took a moment to admire the sight of your perfect pussy before he was diving in to lap, lick, and suck at you like a man that had been starved. One hand immediately flew to tangle in Bucky’s long locks, tugging hard and making him growl against you as his tongue landed against your clit and lashed at the sensitive bundle of nerves. Honestly you couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt anyone who wasn’t yourself touch you, much less devour your pussy like it was the sweetest dessert known to man.
You let out a stuttered moan, your head falling back against the cabinets as your eyes screwed shut. Needy you reached for Steve’s belt, wanting to feel at least one of them. He helped you fumble with his belt and jeans until both were undone and you were able to reach in and pull him out. Precum dripped from the tip of him, and you used it to make his length slick enough for you to pump your fist over. He felt bigger than anything or anyone you’d ever taken before, and it had you clenching around nothing and moaning. He pumped his hips to fuck himself into your grip, one of his hands moving to pull the strap of the apron over your head and let it fall around your waist so he could pull your dress down to expose your breasts. They heaved with each labored breath you took, and Steve waited no time at all to bring his mouth to one of them and used a rough calloused hand to fondle and tease at the other. Between the two of them you were a complete mess and you could hear it with how loud the lewd noises of Bucky’s mouth on you were.
“You’re dripping all over m’fuckin tongue sweets, this perfect pussy...so fucking wet and sloppy for us.” Bucky groaned, teeth nipping at your inner thigh just as Steve rolled your nipple between his pearly rows.
“God...please, please...don’t stop.” You begged, hissing when you felt Steve tweaking your other nipple between the pads of his thumb and forefinger. The two men just chuckled, their hands wandering over you as their mouths worked over you in concert. You moaned loudly at the feeling of two rough digits pushing into your sopping core. Bucky curled them against your walls, pumping and searching for that sensitive patch of nerves nestled inside you, and when he found it you sobbed in pleasure and writhe against the countertop. The hand in his hair tugged harder, and the hand around Steve’s cock squeezed tighter. It leaves both men groaning against you and the vibrations that the sounds made against your sensitive body had you seeing stars and trying to close your legs around Bucky’s head.
A familiar pressure was building in you, and you knew what was coming if Bucky didn’t give you a chance to back off from the edge. Both men could hear it, the squelching from between your thighs loud in both their ears and seemingly encouraging their actions. “Listen to that juicy fuckin’ cunt, you gonna make a mess for us, angel?” Steve cooed, making you whimper when he grabbed you by the jaw and turned your head to claim your lips in a sloppy kiss. “Don’t fight it, angel. Give him everything.” He urged, groaning against your mouth as your hand kept stroking over him while he thrusted into the near death grip you had on his cock.
Bucky’s metal hand clamped down on one of your right thigh and forced your legs apart, and no matter how hard your body struggled he was too strong for you. Bucky’s lips sealed around your clit, sucking at the bundle of nerves as his fingers pumped into you and targeted that sweet spot until you were wailing in pleasure and your vision was whiting out as you came gushing into the man’s mouth. The sight of you falling apart against Bucky’s mouth and fingers sent Steve over the edge, his hips stuttering in your grasp and his spend spilling over your fingers with a loud curse against your open mouth.
You were in a haze, whimpering when you felt Bucky’s fingers dragging out of you as he stood. Your bleary gaze made out the sight of Bucky’s wet fingers pushing into Steve’s mouth so he could suck them clean before the dark haired man was grabbing Steve by the jaw so he could pull the man close enough to spit your squirt into the blonds mouth. You moaned at the sight, your own fingers lifting to your lips to clean Steve’s spend off of them as you watched the Captain swallow your juices when a satisfied groan. The sound from you drew Bucky’s gaze and you could see the hunger in his gaze as you licked the last of Steve’s cum from your fingers.
“Shit, dirty fuckin’ girl. Lemme see.” Bucky urged, metal fingers curling around your throat to urge you to open your mouth so he could see the other man’s cum filling your mouth. He took you by surprise when he kissed you, his tongue delving into your mouth and collecting Steve’s spend off of it with a moan. You were both breathless when he pulled away, swallowing what he’d taken from your mouth and giving you a sly grin. “What do you say we take this to the bedroom, and then we’ll reheat dinner after we’re done breaking in our best girl?” Bucky question, eyes sliding over to Steve who was watching the both of you hungrily.
“Let’s go, I wanna see this angel choking on your cock while I split that delicious cunt open on my dick”
You whimpered, squealing a second later when you felt Bucky suddenly hauling you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing so he could carry you towards the master bedroom with a grinning Steve trailing eagerly behind you.
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charnelhouse · 3 years
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🔥🔥 Char(mander) 🔥🔥
In your humble opinion, do you see our beloved Thor being able to handle spicy food? Is he the type to eat a Carolina Reaper just because he can (and he wants to show off) or is he the type who says he can eat spice but ends up with teary eyes and a sore tongue you need to kiss better.😌
Is this random? Yes. Have I been thinking about this to procrastinate from writing? Also yes.
Love you! ❤️
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A/N: Thor Odinson x F!Reader. Mentions of sex. floof. omg I took this idea and RAN. I used this gif BC it kind of lewks like he ate something spicy.
They’d been on a mission: you, Thor, Natasha, and Sam. The trip home had been peaceful enough up until Sam and Thor had started pouting about the cramped backseat.
This is dumb. Stark owns a jet.
I can fly.
There's not enough AC back here.
I could call Heimdall.
If you play the Greatest Showman soundtrack ONE more time.
What's wrong with it? I like it.
You would.
What's that supposed to mean, Wilson?
They'd fully worked themselves up into full-blown whining and only shut up once you said Nat would stop at the next restaurant.
It’s one of those barbecue joints off the highway. All wood panels and seeping smoke and the scent of oak and hickory and hot meat. Most of the tables are just picnic benches outside. Paper napkins and plastic cutlery. The sun burns the nape of your neck as you lean against Thor's heavy shoulder.
Around them is nothing but flat landscape and weighted blue sky and the crawl of an Indian summer breeze. It's kind of nice, though. It's almost normal.
The restaurant - if you can call it that - is fucking good. The food is dry-rubbed and slow-smoked as you eat pieces of brisket on top of potato salad and pickles and square-cut white bread. Sam stuffs two juicy-thick links into his mouth at once without chewing. You’re ready to tease him with a lewd comment until you glance at your boyfriend who is housing four of them.
“This is delicious,” Nat remarks as she spoons syrupy peach cobbler onto her tongue.
“Need more rice,” Sam grunts while scraping at his near-clean plate.
“Ribs,” Thor growls before standing up and going back inside. You are already sure he's going to clear out the rest of their food for the next week.
“Didn't he already eat like three racks of ribs?”
You shrug. “He’s a hungry boy.”
Nat cocks an eyebrow. “Yeah,” she smiles. “We could tell.”
You narrow your eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
You grab your beer and take a heavy sip - the liquid is cold and hoppy as it slips down your throat. You wouldn't mind getting a little drunk - just enough to help you pass out in the backseat of the SUV. You'd barely gotten any sleep last night.
"We could hear you."
“The motel walls were thin,” Sam clarifies.
You choke - splashing your thin shirt with beer.
Nat presses a hand to her chest before she opens her mouth: “Oh fuck - Thor - fuck right there - right there - oh you’re SO big -”
“I did not say that!”
“Yeah,” Sam laughs. “And then Thor was all does that feel good my pretty one - i bet that feels so good - now call me daddy while I tear that ass up.”
“Okay - Thor has never asked me to call him that, Wilson.”
“Whatever - you two were getting into some kinky shit,” He stabs more meat before gesturing it at you wildly. “I was jealous.”
“Yeah - invite us next time,” Nat says.
“Really?”
“No.’
Sam’s head snaps to Nat. “Speak for yourself, Romanoff.”
Thor bursts back out onto the patio balancing four trays. He’s in jeans and a white tank - his muscles gleaming beneath a faint coating of sweat. The other patrons watch as he moves through the tables - broad and large and golden. His blonde hair is tied up in a low ponytail and when he spots you, his lips peel back into a handsome grin. You’re stupidly in love with him.
It’s almost disgusting.
He plops down next to you - shaking the entire table. He grabs you roughly by the shoulder and kisses your cheek. He’s in a far better mood now that he’s eaten. “I have news, friends.”
“Hmm?”
“They had this sauce for the wings that they said no man can handle and I said that I’m no mortal man and they said if I eat this whole basket we get it for free!”
“We charged it all to Stark already,” Nat reminds.
Thor frowns. “Well - I’m still trying it.”
You pat his arm gently. “You do that, baby.”
The wings are bright red and you’re certain they’d burn your tastebuds off. You don’t know Asgardian food though. You don’t know if he’s used to spice or if it’ll even affect him.
“I’d be careful, man,” Sam pokes his fork into the basket with a suspicious gaze. “That shit is no joke and I grew up in Louisiana.”
“Does Asgard have spicy food?” Nat asks.
“Of course!” Thor exclaims as he sinks his teeth into a wing before speaking through a mouthful of chicken. “You know - we had nuts with spices on them and stews - and -”
He blinks a few times before his lips part - his face beginning to grow rosy. Water pools beneath his lashes as he sniffs. He drops the wing and it rolls off the table into the dusty concrete.
Both Sam and Natasha sport matching expressions. Their eyes wide as their mouths open in realization.
“Thor,” you murmur as you curl his hair back over his ear to see him better. He turns to you and he looks fucked - his nose leaking as his breath catches in his throat. He sniffs again and smears the back of his hand across his brow just as you yell: Wait! Don’t!
“Fucking hells,” he howls out as his eyes turn pink - the skin around them beginning to swell and twitch. Nat runs back into the restaurant to hopefully find milk or ice cream or anything while Sam just stares at him with a horrified expression.
Thor plants his hands on the table and there is the faint surge of power in the air - the taste of ozone and a spark of electricity around his knuckles and you can’t have him light this whole damn place up. You need to distract him or soothe him in some way. You grab him roughly by the face, your thumb sweeping through the tears that are trailing down his cheeks and catching in his beard.
You squeeze his jaw before yanking him down to you and smashing his mouth to yours. You devour his lips like that - your tongue sliding behind his teeth with frantic urgency. You’re licking at the spice and the tang and it’s all beginning to burn and it’s probably not doing shit for him, but at least it’s taking his mind off turning into a full lightning bolt in the middle of the damn state.
He moans softly and you’re not sure if it’s from you or the pain overwhelming him, but finally you have to come up for air and so you release him. Your mouth hurts - your nose stuffed full and achy with the lingering toxic venom of that stupid Carolina reaper heat.
He blinks at you stunned just as Nat rushes back to the table with a carton of ice cream and a glass of milk. She thrusts it into Thor’s hands and he chugs the whole thing - white liquid dripping into his dark beard and staining his shirt.
You snatch the ice cream from her and heave a healthy spoonful into your mouth. You’d only gotten the spice secondhand, but still - it fucking stings - feels as if you’d gotten punched in the sinuses.
“You okay, dude?” Sam asks while he quietly snags another rib from Thor’s plate.
Thor nods as he wipes at his chin. “Wasn’t - uh - too terrible,” he coughs. He turns toward you, leaning forward until his nose knocks against your own so he can clumsily kiss you. “That was so sweet of you.”
You shrug - your tongue slightly numb from the cold ice cream.
“I’ll pay you back later, my love,” he grins - wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. He picks up another wing before you smack it out of his hands.
“Eat that and you’re not putting that tongue anywhere near my vagina."
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sif-the-tsunami · 3 years
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Ok prompt! Sy is teaching you how to cook and maybe things get frisky ? 😁
Oooo I like this. Its not 100% on the nose but this is where the muse took me.
Did you want a novel? Because, I hope you like novels.
Warnings: chili with beans, sweet cornbread, swearing, smut
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"Listen hear, you chicken fried fuck. If you don't like my cooking, you are welcome to eat something else at the damn pot luck!" I snap at a grumpy retired soldier who was talking trash about my chili recipe. Like always. Whenever we have a party, he has to say something about how I'm dressed, what I brought, or the beer I was drinking.
"All I'm saying here, California, is that where I'm from we don't put beans in our chili. And don't get me started on this abomination you call cornbread. Why is it sweet, why are there vegetables in my bread?" He says in his drawl.
"Because honey and roasted jalapenos taste good together!"
"I guess. You don't need to fuss so much Princess, I'll gladly show you how to make real Texan food. Make some wife material out of you." He smirked. I think he knew he was getting under my skin.
"Come on, Sy, give her a break. Take a bite of her cornbread with the chili, they are delicious together." One of our mutual friends told him when he could see that I was not having any more of his attitude.
I walked away from the conversation, feeling incredibly salty. The man was Syverson, we had been in the same group of friends for the past couple years and honestly he was usually at least cordial with me, but the sheer audacity of his tone today. The rest of the party was really fun, at least. Occasionally, I would catch eyes the color of the ocean after a storm staring me down. He kept looking like he wanted to say something to me but I would find reasons to leave the room. Fortunately there was always a way to get out and around.
Towards the end of the evening, I go outside to enjoy the cooling air and watch the stars, listen to a couple of the guys from inside sit on the tailgate of a truck and talk about football or something. The breeze would kick up occasionally and I could smell an orange tree blooming in the distance.
"Hey, oh shit, I didn't mean to startle you." I jumped damn near out of my skin when the grump showed up out of nowhere. "I actually really wanted to say that I'm sorry, I can be a real asshole sometimes. You are usually more aware of it than others. I'm used to giving people a hard time. Your food was delicious. I just don't know how to talk to you sometimes."
I looked at the large man skeptically. I'm not used to people going from snarky to nice to me. "Thank you for apologizing. Glad you liked it, Chicken Fried. You can just talk to me like anyone else, I don't mind some teasing, but you just know how to push my buttons."
Sy looked at his feet for a moment. "I will be nicer to you, I promise."
"I'm sure." I had heard that before.
"I still think mines better," back to sounding arrogant already, "I am willing to bet that it would blow your mind."
"Do you really want to bet?"
"Yeah... sure. I'll bet you. If my chili it better than yours.... you have to go on a date with me."
"Is that how you get most of your dates these days? Tinder just isn't cutting it anymore?" I tease. He is actually kind of good looking. Sort of. If you are into that hand crafted by the gods kind of look. I'm not saying I am, but I could get the appeal.
"You'd be surprised. Most of the women I meet want to figure out what's wrong with me. Almost 40, never married, I have a job I like. They keep waiting for my skeletons to come out of the closet. Like shit, girl, I just don't like olives or sweet relish. I think I'm pretty cool otherwise." He said talking with his hands out stretched. I think he might have been being earnest with me, but his tone is almost always sarcastic.
"You were in the military, right?"
"Yeah."
"That's what's wrong with you." The big man started laughing harder than I thought he would.
"Well, California. You up for it?"
"I don't know Chicken Fried, I don't like dating, I would really just like something casual, low maintenance. What happens when I win?"
"When?" He chuckles. "If you are looking for something casual and low maintenance, baby, there is a reason when I was still in the Army they called me Captain Cunnilingus."
"It sounds like either way you win." I smirk, "I would need a real incentive to try to beat you."
"How about bragging rights?"
"If I win... you shave your beard. Then I get to use your face as a chair." He looked shocked.
"Fine, when I win, you have to wear a dress on our date, and heels. Maybe even some of that shit you all put on your lips with the glitter and fruity flavors."
"Ok, now that's unreasonable. I don't even own heels."
"I'll buy you some." Well color me impressed. We decide on the terms of the bet. We would invite a couple of friends over to his place next Sunday and they would pick a winner with a blind taste test. We would also have one canned chili and one restaurant chili to make it a little more interesting.
Sunday came, and we all gathered in his house. This was the best batch of chili I have ever made. Fresh peppers, bacon, beer and some good quality beef all swam together in a symphony of flavors. When I walked into his house, the smell was... pungent. I could smell cooking vinegar. It wasn't bad but there was something just a little off putting.
"Glad you showed up, Princess." He looked me up and down. to surprise him just a little, I did show up in a dress. I figured a special occasion needed a special outfit.
I looked over at the big man as he took my slow cooker from my hands and plugged it in for me. To be fair to both of us, we had enough time to set up sides and toppings. I even baked more cornbread. Sy made his own savory cornbread that he pulled out of the oven in a cast iron skillet.
"It was my mama's." He told me when I asked about it.
"You bake also?"
"Sometimes, if the mood hits me. I like making peach cobbler too. If you are lucky, I'll make you some. Maybe after our date."
"So sure of yourself, Chicken Fried. I hope you got some good shaving cream and a new razor, you'll need it." In his kitchen, I lifted the hem of my sundress clear up to my naked hip showing him that I was ready to win this bet of ours. His pupils blew out with lust as he stepped up to me.
"Princess, you are a hell of a tease. I have wanted you so badly ever since the first time we met." He breathed, lusty and hot. He pinned me to the counter, radiating his desire. He bit his lip, looking me up and down, he looked like he wanted to kiss me or maybe consume me whole. Suddenly he pulls away, leaving me breathless. "We will have company soon. I need to walk this off, but I really do want to continue this conversation when we don't have to risk being interrupted."
Before anyone could walk in on us, Syverson rushed up to me and kissed me more passionately. My knees buckle for a second and its like I've been set on fire.
When our friends came into his house, he set up bowls, spoons, Fritos and cheese. He set up blind tastings for the guests, only he and I knew what everyone was eating.
The canned chili was a flop. The restaurant chili was a better batch but it wasn't as good. When our friends tasted my chili, they all keep saying how wonderful it was.
Then we tried Sy's. Everyone was quiet for a moment and then the group started to try to figure out what it was about the chili that we didn't like. It was too sweet as far as I was concerned and there was a weird aftertaste. It was an overwhelming agreement that Sy's chili was terrible. After we cleaned up his kitchen, Sy was pouting about having lost.
"So, when would you like for me to shave my beard?"
"Maybe later tonight. I think we have to finish that conversation we started earlier."
"Oh yeah, California?" He said, standing close to me. He grabbed me by my hips and lifted me to the counter top. I lace my fingers through his beard hair and pull him closer so I can finally kiss him again. He broke away from the kiss and then started nibbling on my neck. His hand found the seem of my dress and he slid his hand up my thigh. When my skirt was pushed up to my hips exposing my sex to him, he leaned me back. I watched him look at my core and lick his lips like a man starved.
"Wait a second. Before you start, what was going on with your chili? Did you throw the bet?"
"No, not at all." He looked at me confused. "I don't know what happened, I've made this a bunch of times and its always been good. This was terrible."
"Did you do anything different?"
"Well. I was out of tomato paste, so I used ketchup. A buddy of mine suggested it."
"Oh my god, Sy. No wonder! Thank god you are pretty, my guy." I tease.
"Your guy? I like the way that sounds. Now lean back, Princess. I'm going to try to convince you to let me not shave."
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iverna · 3 years
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One Foot In The Door
Emma gets a visit from a very persistent salesman, who just refuses to take no for an answer. The last thing she expects is help from her reclusive neighbour whom she’s never even met. She may not need saving, but when the guy shows up all ready to fight and hot as hell... well, it’s suddenly hard to tell him to leave.
Based on a prompt by @searchingwardrobes who had to deal with the world’s most annoying salesman. Thanks for letting me run with it! And thanks to @zaharadessert for the title help!
Rated G, ~2,600 words | read on ao3
It was late on a Thursday afternoon, a perfectly ordinary day, when the doorbell rang.
Lounging on the couch in her living room, Emma looked up and frowned. She hadn’t ordered anything, she hadn’t invited anyone, and she’d lived here for long enough now that people were no longer coming over to introduce themselves.
She didn’t like company. A select few people whom she counted as friends, sure, but other than that, Emma wasn’t big on people. It was part of the reason why she liked her new neighbourhood so much.
Her yard wasn’t the most spacious, but all of the houses around here were spaced out nicely. On one side of her little house lived a couple who had struck Emma as friendly, if a little quiet; the guy, Frederick, had helped her move some boxes in, and his wife, Kathryn, had come around with some peach cobbler when she and Henry had moved in. They weren’t pushy, just there if needed, and that suited Emma just fine.
The house on the other side was a mystery. Emma knew it was occupied, but she had never met her neighbour. No one seemed to know much about him—other than that he was definitely a he, and he lived alone, and drove a beat-up pickup truck. Every now and again, she heard signs of life behind the trees that separated her yard from his much larger property: a lawn mower, a ladder being moved into place, the sound of hammering or chopping wood.
Henry had a million theories as to who their mysterious neighbour was, one more far-fetched than the next. Her other neighbours were less kind than Henry; there was more than one raised eyebrow and significant look about the man’s past, and his job, and his general character. Emma knew better than to put much store by rumours and gossip—she herself was bound to be the subject of a good bit, being a young, single mom—so she tried not to listen.
She could have gone over and introduced herself. But, much as she hated to admit it, she’d chickened out. He was clearly a loner, and no one else knew him, and she didn’t want to poke the bear in its cave, so to speak. No reason to upset the status quo. He was leaving her alone, she could leave him alone.
Besides, maybe he was a criminal. Best to let sleeping giants lie.
The doorbell rang again. Emma glanced over at Henry, who was sitting in one of the armchairs, Xbox controller in his hands and a look of concentration on his young face. “You expecting anyone, kid?”
Henry barely looked away from the TV. “Nah.”
The bell rang again—several times. Whoever was at the door was going nuts with the button. As Emma got to her feet and padded out into the hall, it rang again, stirring her temper. “All right,” she muttered, heading for the door. If this wasn’t an emergency, she was going to be annoyed.
It wasn’t an emergency. It was a man in a suit that almost fit him, with messy brown hair and a wide grin. His eyes lit up when he saw her. “Hi there!”
Emma barely managed to refrain from scowling at him. “Hi. Can I help you?”
“No, no,” he assured her. “Actually, I think I can help you. My name is Walsh, and I wanted to talk to you for a second, if that’s okay.”
He made to thrust a leaflet at her, and the penny dropped. “Thanks,” Emma said, “but I’m not buying anything. I don’t need anything.”
“No, I know what you’re thinking,” Walsh hurried to say, grinning that wide grin again. “I’m a salesman, you’ve heard it all before. But trust me, this is different. This thing will change your life.”
And he launched into his spiel—some kind of vacuum cleaner that could double as a leaf blower and more besides. Emma had to admit that he knew how to be charming; unfortunately for him, her job meant she’d long since become immune to charm.
He also knew how to be insistent, cutting her off every time she tried to thank him and decline, offering to demonstrate, cracking jokes and asking her questions about herself. Or rather, asking questions and assuming the answers with a smile and a wink.
Emma wasn’t charmed. She was annoyed. She wasn’t about to buy a ridiculously overpriced gadget that would definitely fail at every single one of its seventeen functions, and she wasn’t about to fall for a charming smile, either.
And she really didn’t care for his smirk or his tone when he said that the thing could suck and blow. It had been a while since she’d been with a guy, but she wasn’t that desperate—or desperate at all, actually.
“Look,” Emma said eventually, trying once again to subtly withdraw. She would have crossed her arms, if she hadn’t been worried that he’d simply push past the door if she didn’t hold onto it. “I’m sure it’s great, but I’m not in the market. I’ve got everything I need.”
“I’m sure you think so,” Walsh agreed easily. “But you haven’t seen this thing in action.”
“I don’t want to—"
“Just let me give you a quick demonstration,” he said. “Two minutes, and I promise you, you won’t regret it.”
He reached for the door. Emma held it in place, her foot wedged behind it. “No, thank you.”
Her voice was rising. She didn’t want to cause a scene—she was trying to be more patient and less blunt, she’d been working on the whole politeness thing and making some headway. But she definitely didn’t want this guy in her house.
“Okay, sure,” he said, all conciliatory now. Another wide, rueful smile. “You’re gonna break my heart, aren’t you, Emma. I’m just trying to make your life better.”
“You can do that by leaving!” Emma burst out, her temper snapping.
He had the gall to laugh at her, as if she was making a joke. She wanted to step on his foot or knee him somewhere more painful, but that would require stepping through the door, and she quite liked having it between them. “Aww, come on, now—"
She tensed, ready to slam the door in the bastard’s face and politeness be damned, but movement caught her attention.
A man stood in the driveway behind Walsh, dark-haired and lean, dressed in dark jeans and a dark red and black plaid shirt. She could barely make out his face at this distance, but what caught Emma’s attention was the axe he held in his hand. A big, wicked-looking thing, the sort of axe that she imagined you could probably fell a whole forest with. Vikings had wielded axes like that in battle. This axe meant business.
Emma knew at once that this was her mystery neighbour, and boy, he was not what she’d expected.
He caught her eye, and lifted the axe as if in greeting. “Good afternoon!” he called. He had an accent—British, she thought, though she couldn’t place it more precisely than that. “Is everything all right here?”
She’d never met him before, but she knew at once what he was doing. He must have overheard them. Walsh had turned to look at him too, and unless Emma was much mistaken, he’d gone a bit pale. The grin had slid off his face, leaving him looking a bit weedy.
“I think so,” Emma replied carefully, edging forward a little. Walsh finally, finally, took a step back. “My friend here was just leaving.”
“Oh.” Her neighbour slung the axe casually over his shoulder, the picture of relaxation with one hip popped. His sleeve was rolled up, and she could see a tattoo curling over the tanned skin of his forearm. “I was going to offer to introduce him to my friend, but if he’s leaving...”
The slight shake he gave the axe underlined what friend he was talking about. Walsh swallowed. Emma gave him the bright smile she usually directed at bail skips, let it turn predatory. “Well,” she said sweetly. “That thing might change your life.”
Walsh shot her a look, then drew himself up. “Forget it,” he said shortly, all charm forgotten. “So long, Emma.”
And he left, walking along the driveway to where he’d parked his car—giving the man with the axe a wide berth.
That left her alone with her neighbour. Her tattooed, axe-carrying neighbour who might or might not be a criminal with a shady past.
But he’d saved her, and while Emma hadn’t needed saving—slamming the door in Walsh’s face would have likely done the trick—it was still nice of him to show up. She smiled, and stepped onto into the front yard. “Nice trick,” she said. “I’ll have to remember that for next time.”
Something in his shoulders seemed to relax, and he smiled back. He dropped the axe on the ground before taking a few steps closer, and Emma realised that in place of his left hand, he had a prosthesis.
Neither the axe nor the prosthesis were the reason why she had to fight back a shiver as she got a better look at him. Dark, mussed hair, equally dark stubble covering a finely-chiselled jaw, bright blue eyes framed by inky-black lashes. Good-looking, in a rugged, dangerous sort of way. The plaid shirt clung to his shoulders, the top few buttons undone to afford a generous view of his chest, dusted with dark hair. There was an aura of wildness about him, like he didn’t quite fit into this world of mowed lawns and flowerbeds.
It suited him. He wore trouble like it was a tailored suit.
“Axe or sledgehammer,” he said, all casual. “That should do the trick.”
“Haven’t got an axe,” Emma said, matching his tone. “But my chainsaw should work, right?”
He beamed at her, and she realised she’d been wrong. He wasn’t good-looking, he was gorgeous. “A chainsaw? I think I’m in love.”
Emma’s heart gave a traitorous leap. He was joking. It was a joke. People did not fall in love on the spot. Especially not with women wearing an old Metallica t-shirt and talking about chainsaws.
He took another few steps towards her, until he was within touching distance—not that Emma was thinking about touching him—and gave a little bow, still smiling. “My apologies, I never introduced myself. Killian Jones.”
“Emma Swan,” she said. “Thanks for the rescue.”
“Entirely my pleasure,” he assured her. “I didn’t want to overstep, but I heard the man becoming rather insistent, so I wanted to make sure you were all right.”
“I appreciate it,” Emma managed. Hell. This was definitely not what she’d expected. She’d envisioned an older man, reclusive and probably grumpy. Killian Jones was around her age, and definitely not grumpy, at least not right now. “It’s, uh, nice to meet you, finally.”
“Aye, and you.” His smile faltered slightly. “I suppose I have been rude. I didn’t think you’d appreciate—that is, I’m afraid I’ve fallen into the habit of keeping to myself.”
“Not much for socialising?” Emma suggested.
His expression tightened. “Not really.”
She looked at him, and understood. He hadn’t said I know when I’m not wanted, but she could hear it in his tone. It made sense; if she’d heard the rumours about him, he probably had, too. “What?” she said, feigning surprise. “You mean some people get the wrong idea when you show up to the barbeque with an axe?”
He laughed, a loud, sudden thing that seemed to surprise him. “Apparently.”
“Weird.” She was completely failing to hide her smile. She was also realising that she’d been wrong: she was not immune to charm. Not when it showed up looking like that, being all honest and real.
Carrying an axe.
It was possible that there was something wrong with her. A guy in a suit and tie made all her alarm bells go off, but this possibly-criminal guy who threatened people in the same tone as ordering dinner had her wanting to step closer.
Then again, she knew all too well that looks were deceiving. Actions counted, and Killian’s had been nothing but honourable.
Killian grinned at her, but then he sobered, looking around and seeming to remember where he was. Or maybe who he was. “Not to be rude again, love,” he said. “But if I stand out here much longer, people are going to get the wrong idea.”
“Don’t think it’s all that scandalous just to talk someone,” Emma said.
He hesitated. “I’ll be honest, love. My reputation is far from untarnished, and for good reason. I’ve made my share of mistakes. I wouldn’t want to drag you and your boy into any gossip, even just by association.”
“Right.” Emma almost laughed. If he knew about her past, the circumstances of Henry’s conception and birth, or what she’d done since to keep a roof over their heads... well, the neighbourhood would have a field day with all of that.
Even so, she hesitated. He was trouble on a level she wasn’t sure she could handle, and it had nothing to do with his past or his reputation. It was more to do with the way he was looking at her, the way her heart was pounding at the sight of him, the elation rushing through her at simply talking to him, the connection she could feel bridging the distance between them.
It made her want to run and move closer at the same time.
But he’d come over to check on her and help, even though he didn’t know her. And he was being straight with her about who he was and what befriending him might mean. All of Emma’s long-trained instincts were screaming that she could trust him.
And she’d made herself a promise when she’d moved here. No more running. No more fear. Time to leave the past behind, and take chances, and live. She wasn’t quick to make friends nor easy to be friends with, but she did have a few now, and at the very least, she thought that Killian could be a friend.
“Better not keep standing there, then,” she said, and smiled. “Want to come in? I owe you a lemonade or something.”
His eyebrows rose. He looked at her for a moment, and she met his gaze, unflinching. Then something seemed to give in his expression, like he’d yielded to something, and he flashed a heart-stopping grin. “Very well. Lead on.”
He looked for all the world like he was actually pleased at the prospect of spending time with her. It felt like the world had shifted around them, settled somehow. It felt right.
Emma looked past him, gesturing towards the end of the drive with her chin. “Don’t forget your axe.”
 *  *  *
 Killian, it turned out, was a criminal. Former criminal, anyway, trying to turn over a new leaf and sort out his life. Emma didn’t mind; she had far from a clean record herself.
He came over for dinner. He baked brownies and shared them. He played Battleship with Henry. Emma helped him take down an old tree in the yard that was threatening to fall in the next storm.
It took a few months before Emma got up the courage to ask him on a real date. It took a few more months to admit that she was irrevocably, deeply in love with him.
When she told him as much, he smiled at her as though she’d given him the world. “Swan,” he said. “I’ve been in love with you ever since you wanted to threaten a man with a chainsaw.”
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random-imaginess · 3 years
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Hi! I loved the Lee story you just posted! Do you think you could do #40 (“I like you the way you are.”) with the reader reassuring an insecure Lee? Thank you!
Hi! Thank you so much.  I’ve been loving writing for Lee, he’s definitely becoming one of my favorites to write for, and I’ve only done one so far!  Writing prompt: “I like you the way you are.” with Lee Bodecker
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Lee had been sitting in his car for almost 30 minutes staring at an old photo he found of you and him from a couple years ago, looking over the differences that were there now.  He’d argue that you hadn’t changed one bit, but whenever his eyes danced over himself, he only thought about how puffier his cheeks were and how much more his stomach protruded.  How was he ever gonna keep someone as beautiful as you when he looked like a frumpy sack of potatoes?  You stood by the window peering out through the curtain and watched him sitting there, wondering when he was planning on coming in.  You were beginning to worry about him.  He had been acting a bit strange lately, not letting you touch him the way you used to.  You had been married for almost a decade and you didn’t want to let your mind wander to the negative thoughts of him losing interest in you.   Forcing yourself away from the window, you went back to cooking dinner.  Lee would come in when he was good and ready, you just had to make sure you had supper ready for when that happened.  You were making his favorite in the hopes of it making him happy, you missed seeing him get excited, and that smile that lit up his whole face.   After what felt like ages, you heard him walk through the front door, right as you were placing the last of the dishes onto the table.  “Perfect timing, supper is all ready,” you smiled at him, glancing up at him as he eyed the table.  “I made your favorite.  Fried chicken and some mashed potatoes, and there’s a peach cobbler cooling off by the window when you’re ready for dessert.”   He didn’t say much, he just set his things down on the couch and wandered over to the table, looking everything over.  “Dont’cha think we should start eating more healthy stuff? Like greens and... red meat or somethin’? We’ve just been havin’ a lot of fried stuff and I’m getting kinda tired of it.”  Your light expression dropped as you stood up straight after setting the last dish down. The last thing you wanted to do was upset him more.   “I just wanted to make you happy.  Would you like somethin’ else? I can put somethin’ else together.”  He waved the idea away, letting out a sigh as he turned around to go sit on the couch.  “No, don’t go through all that trouble, I’m just sayin’ we need to start thinkin’ about what we’re eatin’, you know? I don’t know..”  He sounded defeated.  You walked over to him and sat down beside him, a crease in your brow as you thought of what to say.  “What’s going on with you, Lee?  You’ve been actin’ strange lately and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do to help fix it.  Is it me? Am I doin’ something wrong?”   He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose briefly before looking at you, his features softening as his gaze met yours.  “No, darlin’, it’s not you, it’s me...it’s.. I don’t wanna make a fuss about it, I was just lookin’ back on some old photos and I was thinkin’ how gorgeous you still look after all these years, and look at me! I got myself a beautiful wife, and you got a-”  “Hey,” you put your hands on his cheeks so he’d look at you.  “Don’t you dare finish that thought, mister.” You scooted closer to him and placed a kiss on his forehead.   “I like you the way you are.  You got that?  These ugly thoughts you’re havin’ about yourself, I don’t ever wanna hear you speak them out loud again, you’re perfect. You’re wonderful, you’re the bravest and most charmin’ man I’ve ever known, and I wouldn’t want you any other way, you hear me?”  You kissed his forehead again before placing a kiss on his lips.  His hand wrapped around your waist and he pulled you closer to him, deepening the second kiss.  “How’d I end up so lucky, huh? I love you so much.”  His forehead rested against yours and you smiled to yourself.  “I don’t know, maybe it’s just fate.”   He chuckled, which made your smile grow wider.  It was great to see his face light up again.  “Now how about that supper? Are you hungry?”  “I’m starvin’, baby doll.  I can’t believe I almost passed up one of your best meals.”  “I won’t hold it against ya,” you grinned, standing up and pulling as his hand to lead him to the table.  
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theyscreamjade · 3 years
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Okay but hear me out! Bakugo, Shinsou, Hawks, and Dabi with an s/o from the south (Like Texas or Atlanta) and she’s as thick as her accent. She calls em “Baby, Honey, Sugar, Sweetie”: Whatever she calls em, that accent is the cherry on top. Sis got the meals down pat (yes, she will make fried chicken for Bird boy with Mac n cheese and collard greens). Don’t get me started on how she don’t take shit from no one but she’s the sweetest thang they’ve met! 😩
Southern Bell
HONEY! YOU AINT SAY NOTHING BUT. A. WORD! As a Floridian and a BLACK one add that, Imma add some spice to this. I hope you like it.
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Keigo Takami
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* Imma be honest with you. IF HE DOESNT MARRY A SOUTHERN WOMAN. I swear!
* This man will be BLESSED TO HAVE YOU! BLESSED.
* I can hear that grease popping now and swoop, there he is. HE. IS. READY. FOR. THAT. CHICKEN!
* You make that smacktastic meals that’ll have him just drooling at the mouth for that buttery goodness of dinner.
* Someone put him on chicken livers and gizzards. (I’m south as hell, I know.)
* Everyone gonna wonder why he’s READY to get back home after work. Cause them greens be calling his name!
* Call him Honey and see what he does. See what he does!
* That little ego of his goes and he’s a blushing man. His wittle burst heart just explodes.
* That attitude though, you’re sweet a sugar but violent as hell. You almost murdered Endeavor because he talked shit about that sweet potato pie.
* Talking about pumpkin and sweet potato tastes the same. You turned a piece of chicken into a weapon and those feathers had to swoop your ass before you could do damage.
* He almost got smacked into the next century.
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Hitoshi Shinsou
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* Him with a southern bell is on my bucket list of things to see. I know that’ll become cute shit right there.
* His calm and quiet demeanor with an adorably thick beauty like you is a match made in the highest heaven.
* It’s rather adorable to see him so curious to watch you cook because you add your style to it. If it was playing music, humming, or just going by your hands and letting the seasonings in like that.
* It’s cute that you do that.
* How in the hell you go from making a small meal to a full-course dinner is beyond me but you know he’s gonna eat it.
* For some strange reason, I see Shinsou as a pound cake guy. He likes how simple and sweet it is but it came to be made into a variety of delicious desserts.
* Fried pork chop is his favorite meal and you can’t change my mind. He needs a pork chop, some sweet peas, mashed potatoes with gravy and BUTTER, and lastly a tall glass of RED kool-aid in them granny cups.
* Shinsou gives me the biggest sugar or babe vibes more than anything. He won’t admit it, but he loves it when you call him that. It’s cute to hear that southern accent slide with it.
* On another note, Denki almost got killed one time. Yep, Sparky did.
* He walked into the kitchen during thanksgiving and pointed at the pot of greens in the sink...AND PROCEEDS TO TOUCH IT...imma stop there.
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Katsuki Bakugo
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* PLEASE HAVE YOUR HOT SAUCE READY WITH THIS MAN! NOT SRIRACHA, HOT SAUCE. THE REAL KNOWS THAT KYRSTALS ARE ALWAYS ON POINT.
* Just know it’s going on EVERYTHING!
* In greens, chicken, beans, corn, cabbage, everything.
* Bless him with that cream corn, smothered corn beef, and rice.
* GIVE HIM THE SUNDAY, WAITING ALL DAY AFTER CHURCH MEAL. That one meal you skip breakfast for because it’s so good but the pastor gotta carry that sermon for longer than necessary to get a point across.
* Even though he doesn’t eat sweets as much, he loves your peach cobbler. The delicious flaky crust with a delicious peach filling, just makes him happy.
* Katsuki likes to be called sweetie by you. That little southern twang slaps off your tongue and he silently admires it every time.
* He was nearly falling from his chair when Izuku nearly saw his life flash before his eyes for the nineteenth time and he’s why.
* Someone needs to educate him on the difference between cleaning your chicken and FULL BLOWN WASHING THAT BITCH WITH DAWN DISHWASHING SOAP.
* Never again, Deku. Never again.
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Touya Todoroki
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* Right off the fucking bat, Imma say this. You’re the honorary chef of the group and you’re in charge of making the meals.
* Everyone hated how Dabi was being blessed with your meals and they weren’t getting any.
* Haters gonna hate. You opened them to a whole new world of delicious things including the amazingness of fried foods within the hideout.
* Each day is a day of unexpected wonders and trust me, they’re not picky. Not anymore, that’s another story for the end.
* Dabi gives me a more biscuits guy than cornbread or rolls.
* And when the kitchen isn’t used as a area of fornication, he’ll offer his assistance. If it’s something that’s too hot or a jar you need him to open, he’ll open it.
* But it’s more you and Twice thing though, it relaxes him a bit and chills those bipolar thoughts of his when his minds at ease a bit. You teach him new things and he appreciates it.
* Dabi loves it when you call him sweetheart, sugar, or he’ll even his name. Your accent is very obvious to him and he loves hearing it in his ears.
* Dabi eats anything and doesn’t blink an eyelash when he sees the large plate you made for him.
* Shigaraki, on the other hand, learned his lesson. Dusty almost got smacked for saying your chicken was dry. YOUR CHICKEN?!
* You didn’t have to roast my baby that hard that night though..comparing him to a Popeye’s biscuit.
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