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Not a shitpost, but some advice for my younger followers:

Try to eat healthy. I’m not saying you should live in whole foods, but try to get in the habit of having fruit or veggies whenever you can. You might be fifteen and feel invincible chugging three cans of energy drinks, but trust me. In a few years your body is gonna be craving all the healthy shit you didn’t eat as a kid.

Don’t romanticize staying up late. It’s not healthy. You may score brownie points with your friends if you pull an all-nighter for no discernible reason, but your body will hate you. Believe me when I say everything catches back up to you by the time you’re in your late teens. If you fuck up your sleep patterns while you’re young, you’ve pretty much screwed yourself over for the next few years.

Trust your gut. If you think someone is creepy, keep your distance. Even if your friends insist they’re an okay person, keep your distance. Better safe than sorry. And most of the time, you’ll end up right.

There’s no point in teasing people for their appearance. There’s no point at all. We all have to get up at like 6am to learn about things we don’t care about, let people wear whatever the hell they want. Shut your mouth and move on.

If someone older than you tries to talk to you out of nowhere, stay on your goddamn guard. Even if they’re a person you greatly admire, even if you think they’re the coolest person ever- You are under no obligation to humor them. If they start asking invasive questions (about your age, your sexual habits, anything that raises Warning Bells) then you need to get the hell out of there. Stop responding, either gradually or all at once. Whatever works for you. You’re not being rude- you’re looking out for yourself.

Be kind to people younger than you. You were just like them not too long ago.

Brownies From Cake Mix

How to make brownies from a cake mix: 


1 chocolate or chocolate fudge cake mix 
½ cup of butter (at room temperature otherwise cream the butter first before adding the other ingredients) 
1/3 cup of brown sugar 
¼ cup of water 
¼ cup of vegetable oil
2 eggs
1 tsp vanilla
½-2/3 a bag of chocolate chips 
2 oz of baking chocolate squares 


1. Mix the butter, cake mix, brown sugar, water, vegetable oil, eggs, and vanilla on medium speed 

2.  Melt the chocolate squares in the microwave 

3. Pour in the melted chocolate and mix on medium speed

4. Melt the chocolate chips in the microwave 

5. Pour in the melted chips and mix on medium speed

6. Preheat oven to 375 Fahrenheit 

7. Grease a 13x9 cake pan with butter

8. Pour brownie batter into pan 

9. Put in oven and bake for 28 minutes

10. Let brownies cool for ten minutes then go around the edges with a knife to loosen

11. Let brownies cool for another 20 minutes then dust with icing sugar

12. Cut into squares and serve!

anonymous asked:

Anybody in adoption au telling momma May that they're not straight

“anybody” B) 

from the Let Us Love series 

~1500 words 

read on AO3 

Eleven-year-old Jemma paces back and forth in the living room, her breathing measured, her hands wringing. She thought about just telling May first, or telling Fitz, but she wants this out in the open. It’s easiest to just rip it off like a bandaid.

“Is it something bad?” Skye asks nervously, sat between May and Fitz on the couch. Antoine is sitting in the recliner, rocking it back and forth.

“No,” Jemma quickly says, then stops, winces, and keeps pacing. “I mean, I- I don’t think so.”

“Whatever it is,” May says, “we’ll deal with it as a family.”

“I don’t know if it’s something to be ‘dealt with’ per se.”


“It’s just- I’m just a little nervous, that’s all.”

“Spit it out, Jem,” Skye whines, sliding down into a slump. “Fairly OddParents is about to come on.”

Fitz smacks her lightly. “Sh-She can take her time.”

Jemma shoots him a grateful smile, and then stops pacing, facing them all. “Okay. Okay, well, see—” She lets out a small huff, gives a decisive nod, and then continues, “There’s this girl I like.”

She’s met with blank stares, and she shakes her head and starts again.

“I mean- Really like.” She motions with her hands. “Like like.”

“Oh,” May says.

Jemma continues before anyone can say any more, “And it hasn’t just been a one-time thing. It’s happened before, this isn’t just an isolated incident or anything. I put the evidence together and I came to the conclusion that I like girls.”

“So—” May starts.

“So you’re gay?” Antoine asks.

“No,” Jemma says. “I like boys, too. I’m- um—” She puffs herself up a bit, ready to take whatever might come. “I’m bi.”

“What’s that mean?” Fitz asks, his brows scrunching together.

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7.5 oz dates (pitted)
5 oz water
1.5 oz cocao powder
1 oz ground flaxseed
1 tbsp chia seeds
1 oz almonds (chopped)
.25 oz cocao nibs (optional)
Additional chopped almonds to top with

Preheat dehydrator to 117° F*. Begin by blending the dates and water until a smooth paste is formed. Transfer date paste into a bowl. Mix in cocao powder and ground flaxseed until a thick batter is created. Fold in chia seeds, almonds and cocao nibs. Transfer mixture onto a piece of parchment paper and mold into a square about 6x6” and 3/4” thick. Place into dehydrator for approximately 5-6 hours. Flip brownies over so the bottom can dehydrate for another 2 hours. Once done cut into 2x2” squares.

*If you don’t have a dehydrator, reduce liquid to 3oz. Then place the batter that’s been formed into a square in the fridge overnight giving the chia seeds and flaxseed a chance to absorb the liquid. Transfer to freezer and freeze until solid. (The brownies may not need to be frozen. After refrigeration check if the brownies have become solid enough to cut, if so don’t freeze.)

Fae Folk of the House/ Garden Pt. 2

Hi everyone, back again to list a few more little creatures you might find about your land and property. Let’s Begin!

Note (Again) :  This is by no means a definitive list, and the fae in your realm may behave differently from those described here.  Be mindful of the fae folk as they are quite powerful, and in many cases, to anger one is to anger all, so please treat them with respect.  It is also important to note that fae are not to be confused with spirits, that is, the presence of a person who has died.  They are entirely separate, and I may do an article on them later.

Nymphs- Nymphs are feminine fae that are tied to a specific natural place or formation, such as a forest, mountain, grotto, sea, river, glade, or meadow.  Though benevolent, many early peoples, and especially early Christians, feared their forward and often wanton sexual nature. Many of them were taken as wives or consorts of the Greek gods, and through these contacts bore immortal children and demigods, as well as cyclopes and other monsters. A nymph is tied to their formation/land, and will not leave, though they can die/ be transformed by a god to a hideous/evil form if they gain ill favor.  

Dobbies- Not to be confused with the famed house elf from the Harry Potter franchise, dobbies are small creatures that inhabit stables and protect horses.  Little is known about them except that they are extremely skittish and cannot bear to be seen by humans.  It it believed that if a horse is well cared for, particularly if the stall is clean, a dobbie may be attracted to sleep in the clean straw.  The name dobbie comes from an old English word for work horse, dobbin.  

Kobold- A German house-fey that is something akin to a more mischievous brownie.  If insulted, they may bring misfortune upon the house, causing broken and lost items.  They have many appearances, and may appear as a dog, cat, flame, or small child, however they are almost always invisible, and should NEVER be pursued.  They hate more than any other fae mentioned to be seen by humans, and have been told to drive insane or even murder those who seek to trick them into revealing themselves, capture them, or even track their footprints through flour or ashes.  Please be careful!

Aitvaras- A Lithuanian creatures that take the form of a white or black rooster when inside, but become a ferocious dragon when in the open air.  They are equally malevolent and benevolent, often providing grain and other goods for the house, only for the owners to find that it was stolen from a neighbor, and for the owner to get in serious trouble.  They hatch from the eggs of roosters, specifically those 9-15 years old, but some believe the only way to get one is to buy one from ‘the devil’, at the price of one’s immortal soul.  Once they inhabit a dwelling, they cannot leave.

Kitsune- Japanese for fox, these creatures may take many fox based forms, from a regular fox to a nine tailed one, or even a woman with fox features.  They generally live on their own, but occasionally attach themselves to  a household, in which case they may behave similarly to aitvaras, bringing ill gotten fortune to the household, since they are Yōkai, they don’t have a human sense of morality.  They may offer gifts or payments which are very different things.  A kitsune payment, usually offering money or other material items, is almost always paper, leaves, twigs, or stones under a spell, and is truly worthless.  A gift, however, is almost exclusively intangible, and may be protection, knowledge, or long life.

That’s all I have for now, but If I find any others, I’ll be sure to post!  Let me know if any of you have a house or garden spirit!  Thanks, and may blessings come to you all!

starshipkiller  asked:

2ps reaction to s/o getting in a fight and getting their asses kicked (ps I freaking LOVE LOVE LOVE your blog!!! Xoxo)

Mmmmm thank you darling :’D

2P Italy: awh, darling, come here, let me put a bandage on that, oh, goodness….. *incredibly kind and helpful to his s/o, even though there’s an angry Italian hurricane going on in his mind……three hours later, whoever beat up his s/o is either dead or in the hospital with life-threatening, irreversible injuries*

2P Germany: lol don’t worry babe, I’ll make sure they never hurt you again *starts randomly sticking band aids all over his s/o (which doesn’t exactly help) and keeps making dirty jokes and shitty puns until they’re in even more pain from laughing so hard*

2P Japan: *makes them tell him who did this* tch. how bothersome….well, follow me…. *leads them to the bathroom, prepares a bubble bath for them, puts a laptop on top of the toilet so they can watch Netflix while they bathe….then he goes online and sends salty anonymous hate to whoever beat up his s/o*

2P Romano: AAAAAAAAAAA WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE OMG YOU LOOK HIDEOUS *shrieks for 20 minutes about how terrible they look….eventually tries to help clean them up but quite possibly faints from seeing blood*

2P Prussia: *makes some kind of weird squeaking noise before he sprints away to get a first-aid kit*

2P France: what the hell happened to you *doesn’t help them or anything, but at least he listens to them rant for as long as they want about whoever beat them up*

2P America: *loudly squints* who thE FUCK HURT YOU OMFG BITCHES GONNA DIE TONIGHT *pulls a baseball bat outta nowhere and continues to rant for an hour about how whoever hurt them will be bludgeoned*

2P Canada: *sighs for 6 years* ……..jeeeeeesus fucking christ, sit down, I’ll get the first aid kit……

2P England: ohhhhhhhhhhhhh dear, ohhh dear, what on earth happened to you, poppet???!??!!! did that mean old cat down the street attack you??? no??? wait, you’re telling me that another person purposely hurt you?!??!??!?! TELL ME THEIR NAME *he makes his s/o tell him who it was….then he somehow finds that person’s phone number and calls them. When they pick up the phone, he whispers, “may your brownies always turn out soggy”*

2P China: *pffffft he fucking turns the whole situation into an opportunity to flirt* awh kitten come here lemme help you *gets a wet cloth and leans in really close to their face while he dabs at wounds*

2P Russia: *after he has sufficiently helped bandage his s/o’s wounds, he goes into a three hour long rant about how violence will be the downfall of society*

Azula Week; Day 3-Modern AU

Fair warning, this one is pretty angst and a little graphic. Also if you don’t like reading about car crashes, you might want to bypass this one.

Azula is tired of being there, hooked up to machines and wires with various fluids pumping through her veins. She is in horrid pain and can scarcely breath, let alone open her mouth to speak. Yet Zuko and Mai, and TyLee keep talking. They all visit her, sometimes as a group (when Zuko and Mai could stand to be around each other) and sometimes in turn. TyLee usually enters with the latest high school tall-tales and drama. She makes everything seem so annoyingly normal. As if Azula hasn’t been in the hospital for months, just awakened from a coma she wasn’t supposed to have.

With Mai comes the truth. Mai always tells her exactly what the doctors mean, not the sugar-coated bullshit they say to her face. The nurse would come in, smile, and promise that, “it’ll be over soon, maybe a week or so.” Mai would follow in suite and as soon as the nurse disappeared would state, “they’re thinking that it’ll be a few months at best.” Azula was thankful for it, she doesn’t like to be babied or hear pretty lies.

Zuko always comes in silently. He leaves a bouquet of flowers or some stuffed animal or—if she’s lucky—smuggled in junk food that she’s not supposed to have. He doesn’t say anything to her and it stings. He’s still angry.

Very angry.

Azula turns over. This time Mai had managed to sneak in a mirror. Apparently, the doctors thought that those would be too distressing for her. And they were right. Azula didn’t show it to their faces, or to Mai’s, but what she had seen in the mirror has had her stomach churning in the most unpleasant way for the past few hours. She covers her slashed mouth with her hand to keep the sobs from escaping. Feeling sick with self-pity, she struggles to keep herself together. That glance in the mirror told her why she was having trouble seeing, the accident had taken her left eye and left multiple deep lacerations all over her face. She bites her lip. Despite what the doctors say and not having heard anything at all from Mai about the matter, deep down she knows that she’s never going to be the same. That those wounds will never heal. Walking down the halls of her school, she’d become the kind of gossip TyLee always bought to her. It’s a bitter taste in her mouth—knowing that she had everything. That she was that girl, the one everyone aspired to look like. The one who was always voted as the owner the best hair, the best smile, the prettiest eyes. That had been ripped from her in a single collision. With her hand she covers the space where her eye should be. Part of her wishes she had lost the other too, so she would be spared the sight of her new self. The self that was created in a frenzy of screeching tires, cracking glass, and shrieking metal.

Her hands are a disaster too. The tops torn and shredded by shards of glass and the palms charred from pushing against smoldering metal. She is lucky they say…strong. The only reason she survived is because she weathered the pain and freed herself from the burning husk of a car. Chan, Roun-Jain, and his girl didn’t have it in them to put their hands on the burning doors to push them open.


The name is completely sour.

Not because he had been the one to cause the accident in the first place, but because he had waited for her to do the hard work before making his own escape. He didn’t even go back for his girl—apparently, she was nothing more than a ‘side hoe anyways’, as he puts it. Azula would have gone back for her, had she not collapsed into her coma first.

And yet Azula can’t be mad at him. They are teenagers. Teenagers do stupid and reckless things, and she was as drunk as he that night. All four of them were. Perhaps she wasn’t as drunk, but she was damn near close.

No, she blames herself.

She has no one else to be mad at. She should have called her father, stammering drunk, and endured the berating and harsh screaming. Instead she opted to try and sneak in. Now Ozai won’t even look at her. If only she’d just called him, she’d have been able to patch that over with some sweet-talk and the excellent grades she is known for. But she can’t patch this up.

Her sobs grow in volume. She feels as shredded inside as she looks on the outside—perhaps more so. She buries her ruined face in her hands, with just enough care to not make the injuries worse. She sobs harder knowing that Zuko would normally be here with her. If only she didn’t piss him off before getting piss drunk.

She should have kept her mouth shut, but she thought she owed it to Mai (after years of the introvert bearing the pains of being in the limelight for her) to tell her that Zuko was getting it on with Katara after football games. Mai had always been upfront with her, so she returned the favor. And where she earned brownie points with Mai, she threw a gaping hole in her already rocky relationship with Zuko.

There are just so many should have’s and should not have’s swirling in her head. It makes her weeping that much more intense. But above all else the thought that she once had it all, weighs most heavily on her aching heart. She wishes she didn’t pry herself from the car. Most of her wishes she was just another ‘side hoe’ for Chan to say wasn’t worth saving.

Someone drops onto her bed.

She brings her pathetic cries to an immediate halt and looks up at her new companion. Zuko has his hand on her back, rubbing in comforting circles. For once she doesn’t flinch away, she lets him be the older brother he wants to be. After a few moments, he stops. With a lopsided and mischievous smile he pulls something out of his pocket.

He sets the eye patch in Azula’s hand. It’s the most elaborate thing she has seen in a while. It is completely covered in jewels that are—without a doubt—the real deal, and the most wicked looking studs. Designer brand too, had to be custom.

Zuko gives her a look that seems to say, “you’re welcome, dad’s gonna kick my ass for using his credit card to get this.” Instead he looks her in the eye, smiles reassuringly, and says, “thought that maybe you’d like to start a new trend.”

Sentado na grama com uma garrafa de água na mão esquerda e um malboro vermelho prestes a acabar na outra, Enrique batucava seus pés no ritmo de uma maldita música que insistia em rondar sua cabeça há pelo menos uns dois dias. “Baby I would tell you, every time you leave i’m inconsolable. No, no, no!” ele cantarolava baixinho, mas com mesma vontade dos Backstreet Boys num show lotado. “Cara, essa música é uma merda, mas é tão boa que não consigo parar de cantar. O que cê me sugere, pelo amor de deus - e olha que eu nem acredito nele - pra parar com isso? Acho que tô ficando doido com isso ou é só o efeito do brownie de mais cedo, mas ontem à noite fiquei encarando as estrelas e pensando sobre a morte.” deu um rápido trago no cigarro, antes de afundá-lo no cinzeiro e voltar a atenção ao seu confuso monólogo. “Falando em estrelas, já parou pra pensar que tudo o que vemos no céu é um retrato do universo de milhões de anos atrás? Bicho, isso é doido. A propósito, tem uma parada verde no teu canino.” levou o dedo indicador até o seu próprio dente, permitindo que uma leve expressão de repulsa pelx outrx surgisse em sua face.


ACT 1  /  ACT 2 


  • ❝  pray for me to the lord our god.  ❞
  • ❝  and he knows that his romance is doomed.  ❞
  • ❝  dig down deep and save your soul.  ❞
  • ❝  but it doesn’t all make sense, what i feel is real.  ❞

YOU & I.

  • ❝  hey little boy, would you like a ride, a lollipop, a puppy? how about a baseball bat, there’s one in my pants.  ❞
  • ❝  so a kiss is out of the question then?  ❞
  • ❝  are we damned?  ❞
  • ❝  this is all just a game.  ❞
  • ❝  you take my hand, leaving me breathless.  ❞
  • ❝  i’ll be with you always.  ❞
  • ❝  tell me why i should trust you when the girls all lust to touch you.  ❞
  • ❝  you’re cute and it’s tough to argue with a hard-on.  ❞
  • ❝  what we have is perfect.  ❞
  • ❝  is that supposed to shut me up?  ❞
  • ❝  miss me.  ❞


  • ❝  everything’s an act when you’re pleasing everyone.  ❞
  • ❝  thoughts battle words over deeds, a war with such casualties.  ❞
  • ❝  when we’re alone it all somehow makes sense.  ❞
  • ❝  remember the word ‘forget’ and try to bury something so intense.  ❞
  • ❝  but what role do i play? am i a savior or a phase? am i here to damn you or to help you navigate this maze?  ❞
  • ❝  what happens when the music stops? in the silence will you stay?  ❞
  • ❝  one day you’ll realize that these feelings aren’t going away.  ❞


  • ❝  hey, what’s in a name? that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.  ❞
  • ❝  i think i’ve seen all i can stand to see.  ❞
  • ❝  hear my voice.  ❞
  • ❝  did you really hear me?  ❞
  • ❝  you think you know me.  ❞


  • ❝  yeah, looking forward to that conversation.  ❞
  • ❝  why are you so hard on yourself?  ❞
  • ❝  why are you such an overachiever?  ❞
  • ❝  but i’ll have the last laugh, you bet your ass.  ❞
  • ❝  dad’s birthday package arrived, two weeks late as usual.  ❞


  • ❝  you should throw her a surprise.  ❞
  • ❝  where’s the trust?  ❞
  • ❝  you look like a million bucks, wear something cheaper to the scene.  ❞
  • ❝  i think the map is upside-down.  ❞
  • ❝  i got your back but i won’t babysit. i don’t need that shit.  ❞
  • ❝  play the game, player, but play to stay in it.  ❞


  • ❝  all my friends are gone and once again i find myself alone.  ❞
  • ❝  sadness, who me? sad?  ❞
  • ❝  honey, it’ll be okay.  ❞
  • ❝  after all you’ve such a pretty face.  ❞
  • ❝  play my siren song, attracting none. my ship just won’t come in.  ❞
  • ❝  never ever even get the chance to sin.  ❞
  • ❝  what a tale of star-crossed lovers.  ❞
  • ❝  pain adores me. god ignores me.  ❞


  • ❝  you can’t kiss me inside?  ❞
  • ❝  i know this world can have a place for us if we just try to find a way to trust that time will be kind.  ❞
  • ❝  all i ever want is there in your eyes.  ❞
  • ❝  we whisper words when we’re alone at night. i wanna hear them in the morning light.  ❞
  • ❝  with love on our side i know we’ll be alright.  ❞
  • ❝  you’re such a coward.  ❞
  • ❝  all this ‘forever’, can’t you live for today?  ❞
  • ❝  it’s best kept secret.  ❞


  • ❝  they say she’s fairest of them all.  ❞
  • ❝  don’t mind me, i’m just watching.  ❞
  • ❝  she’ll play her part, she sees that she’s a work of art.  ❞
  • ❝  don’t know what to say; i’m scared i’ll say too much.  ❞
  • ❝  stripped bare, beneath all the layers, would you recognize the girl lying there?  ❞


  • ❝  i wrote a song for us to sing.  ❞
  • ❝  happy birthday, ___, you are the special birthday bitch!  ❞
  • ❝  mary jane made some brownies, they’re dope.  ❞
  • ❝  i may have to crash here tonight, there’s no way i’m gonna make it home.  ❞
  • ❝  i wish your piñata were that big.  ❞
  • ❝  i hear our song on the radio and i don’t care who knows.  ❞
  • ❝  i wish i could shout it, shout how much i love you!  ❞


  • ❝  i spent the whole party just waiting for us to be alone. but then, you must have known. or perhaps you haven’t noticed how i stare.  ❞
  • ❝  why should i be frightened?  ❞
  • ❝  i’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.  ❞
  • ❝  you’re wasted and this is wrong.  ❞
  • ❝  could that be some life stirring in your jeans? how obscene!  ❞
  • ❝  don’t you want to kiss me?  ❞


  • ❝  how come life is so unfair?  ❞
  • ❝  do you know, well of course you do, what it’s like to be afraid that nothing will become of all the plans that you have made?  ❞
  • ❝  i try so hard to please you but you never seem to see.  ❞
  • ❝  i wish i knew that someone out there cared.  ❞
  • ❝  it sucks to be ignored.  ❞
  • ❝  they said things would get better but i guess they lied.  ❞
  • ❝  who cares what people think? we’re fine! we’ve been through this before.  ❞
  • ❝  look, i’m going to bed. i’ll catch you later, alright?  ❞


  • ❝  change is coming, it’s coming.  ❞
  • ❝  seems the love that dare not speak its name done gone ahead and spoke.  ❞
  • ❝  it’s time to be a grownup.  ❞
  • ❝  jesus knows what’s up.  ❞


  • ❝  i’m free tonight, just so you know.  ❞
  • ❝  where were you last night? i waited up.  ❞
  • ❝  alack the day, he’s gone, he’s killed, he’s dead!  ❞
  • ❝  what’d you call me?  ❞
  • ❝  or maybe, maybe my dad will just beat the shit out of me and then disown me. yeah, smart money says that’s his first move.  ❞
  • ❝  i can’t deal with this anymore. i mean, you’re all i have, don’t you get that?  ❞
  • ❝  what? are you out of your mind?  ❞
  • ❝  this… us… whatever… it needs to stop.  ❞


  • ❝  you stand before me and i barely know you.  ❞
  • ❝  is it so easy to leave?  ❞
  • ❝  where is the boy who said i was his soulmate? where is the boy i believed?  ❞
  • ❝  not all tales have happy endings, we can’t keep pretending ‘cause there’s no such thing as heroes who are queer.  ❞
  • ❝  you’ve hurt me more than you know.  ❞
  • ❝  all that i wanted was you. you were my tomorrow.  ❞


  • ❝  are you almost done with this pretty little ode?  ❞
  • ❝  stay the hell out of my way.  ❞
  • ❝  mother nature is a turd. she can shover her flowers right up her ass.  ❞
  • ❝  baby, let it snow.  ❞


  • ❝  i didn’t mean to throw myself at you like that.  ❞
  • ❝  i meant all those things i told you. my feelings for you are real and i… just know i wouldn’t lie.  ❞
  • ❝  you want me to kiss you, don’t you?  ❞
  • ❝  one forever, can you feel it?  ❞
  • ❝  i’m so happy, does it show?  ❞
  • ❝  are you there? please pick up the phone.  ❞
  • ❝  i’ve never felt so all alone.  ❞
  • ❝  once i had a hero, i guess he couldn’t stay. fear took up his trembling hand and led him far away.  ❞

anonymous asked:

Otoya, Syo, Reiji, Ranmaru, and Camus are trying to get a bite of whatever their s/o is cooking well before it's ready, because this seems like a cute idea \ouo/

“Mm, something smells really good!” Otoya exclaimed, joining you in the kitchen. You smiled, “Thank you.” He walked over and peeked over your shoulder, “Can I have a taste?” You dipped your spoon into the pot and blew it to cool, “It’s missing a few things because I’m not nearly finished. He allowed you to spoon feed him, “Really? I can’t tell! It tastes pretty good!”

Syo jogged into the kitchen to see what he’d been smelling all this time. His stomach growled when he saw them tasting what they’d been cooking. “That smell is making me hungry! Can I have small taste?” he asked, tip toeing to peek into the pot. “But it’s not even close to being finished. He shrugged, “I’m sure it’s great…Please?”

You added a few extra ingredients to the pot and began to stir. You felt a warm body press up against yours. “Ne, ____-chan can I be your taste tester?” Reiji asked, placing a soft kiss along your jawline. You continued to stir, “Can you wait a little longer?” He squeezed you, “Pretty, pretty please~?” You sighed and brought the spoon up to his mouth. He blew the broth and slurped it down, “Hmmm….Needs salt.” You elbowed him in the belly, “Get out.” He chuckled, “Oof.. But I was just trying to help.”

Ranmaru peeked his head into the kitchen and saw you checking the temperature of the prime rib. “How much longer?” You sighed, “Another fourty-five minutes.” He sighed, walking in to the kitchen and removed the lid from the pot of the stove, “That smells good.” He grabbed the spoon from the counter and helped himself to a potato slice. “Ran, you couldn’t wait?” He leaned against the counter enjoying the slice, ignoring your nagging words.

Camus had been watching you put all of the ingredients together and now he could really smell the chocolate. He nibbled at his bottom lip as you finished whisking the ingredients together. His focused how the batter would smoothly run down the whisk each time you lifted it. It’d been a while since you made homemade brownies. “____. May I just–” Before he could asked you rejected him. He frowned, “I just want to lick the spoon.” Camus practically smothered you as you attempted to protect the bowl.