stove cake

UH Line and Verse Teaser?

So this won’t be posted for awhile because I’m going to die this week but….

The old man’s face is flushed pale, and red tinges his cheeks. Despite it being late his eyes are bright and his smile is freely given. It’s hard to believe he’s in his seventies now. Otabek’s talked about how his mother looks different to him now. Grays where there weren’t any before. Wrinkles that get deeper with each passing year. To him, grandpa has always been grandpa, and therefore he’s always been quite old.

Yuri runs his fingers across the uneven edge of the table. It needs to be refinished. Wordlessly, he pours himself a bit more beer from the large green glass growler which rests in the center of the table. He gets grandpa a bit more too.

Yuri’s eyes wander from the table to the old brown stove that’s caked over with a thick filmy layer of grease and cigarette smoke, even though no one has smoked in side for years. His gaze roams over the hutch which holds all sorts of odds and ends like containers of spice and crusty loaves of bread from the market above, and seasoned cast iron pans below. The knick knacks which rest on top, ceramic crocks that grandpa claims came from the farm and used to be used to hold sauerkraut, are covered in dust. Finally, he settles on the floor. The blue gray linoleum is cracked. The tip of his sock and a dust bunny battle for dominance. “Grandpa, ‘m gonna ask Otabek to marry me.” His voice cracks even though he told himself he was going to be strong, because how would Grandpa even believe this was a good idea if he couldn’t even keep his voice steady?

“Ah Yurachka.” Grandpa takes his glass in his hand and drains it too quickly. He watches the heady white foam slide down the side of the glass and pool in the empty bottom. “First you take my money,” he gestures to the pitiful pile of one ruble coins from their poker game earlier. “Now you take my heart.”

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Pairing: NicoMaki
Side Pairings: NozoEli, KotoUmi (KotoNico? EliMaki? What’s happening here?)
Words: 6500+
Summary: Nico wakes up with a tattoo and a terrible memory of the night before.
A/N: Mention of alcohol.
(I swear my tattoo artist thought I was weird as I sat there laughing to myself, forming this story.)

She could feel her head pounding, her stomach aching, her sight blurring, and her speech slurred. She knew she overdid it, but she couldn’t help herself; that’s the problem with the fruity ones, they always tricked you into drinking more until it was too late.

“Are we really doing this?”

Nico turned to the girl next to her, trying to keep her balance but she knocked into her a couple of times.

“Obviously,” Nico replied after a few seconds of silence, trying to keep herself upright. But the taller girl seemed to be in the same state as the raven-haired, her body swaying before she mindlessly leaned onto Nico for support.

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PREP TIME: 30 min.

MAKES: 6 servings


2 cans (5 oz. each) chunk light tuna in water, drained, flaked

1 pkg. (6 oz.) STOVE TOP Stuffing Mix for Chicken

1 cup KRAFT Shredded Mild Cheddar Cheese

3/4 cup water

1 carrot, shredded

1/3 cup KRAFT Real Mayo Mayonnaise or MIRACLE WHIP Dressing

2 Tbsp. CLAUSSEN Sweet Pickle Relish


COMBINE ingredients. Refrigerate 10 min.

HEAT large nonstick skillet sprayed with cooking spray on medium heat. Use ice cream scoop to add 1/3-cup portions of tuna mixture, in batches, to skillet.

FLATTEN into patties with back of spatula. Cook 6 min. or until golden brown on both sides, carefully turning patties after 3 min.

anonymous asked:

Uhum anon is not off when I request this but if I'm on anon and I was supposed to be off then you can ignore this request c: since Mother's Day is tomorrow where I live; can we get some papa AU where they make celebrate Mother's Day with their child? Like they make s/o breakfast in bed or something? Thank you! This scenario request is for kasamatsu (bae tbh), aomine, kise and midorima. Thanks a bunch cute stuff!! 😊😊😘😘😘

Ah! Hi Anon! It’s Mother’s day for me as well! and Since I was planning on doing a small thing for my husband (I mean… Kasamatsu) I wouldn’t mind doing the other three as well! Plus papa aus are so much fun!

Aomine“Uh.. Dad? Do you know how to cook?”

He blinked, looking down at his carbon-copy, frowning at his insinuation. “What makes you think I can’t cook, brat?”

He shrugged, “Just that mom’s the one who does it all.. You’re always working after all..”

Aomine scoffed, concentrating on the stove. “You just stay out of my way. I’ll make a delicious breakfast for all of us!”

- A few minutes later -

You blinked, eyes twitching as you stared down at your plate, consisting of burnt toast.. lop-sided eggs and barely cooked bacon? Looking between Aomine and your son, you scratched your head. unsure of how to approach this delicately.


He let out a ‘tch’, cheeks puffed up in a pout as he glared at the wall. 

“Just admit it. It sucks.”

You took another look at the plate, using your chopsticks to eat the eggs, chewing slowly. It really wasn’t as bad as it looked. You smiled, trying not to laugh at his shocked expression as you finished it. 

“It was good… for your first time dear. But I would’ve been happy with just a card.”

“See dad?! I told you!”

“S-Shut up brat!”

Kasamatsu: You stretched your arms, yawning as the sun bid you a ‘Good morning.’ Standing up, you were about to head to the bathroom, when your adorable seven year old son, with those precious steel-blue hues, ran after you, jumping in your arms.

“Happy mother’s day mom!”

You smiled, pressing kisses to his skin as he giggled, tugging on your nightgown. You blinked, looking at him curiously.

“What’s wrong sweetie? I just have to go to the bathroom. Can you wait a few minutes?”

His eyes widened, before nodding, a stern expression on his face. Huh.. Shaking your head, you smiled, ruffling his hair before going in the bathroom, doing your morning routine. When you got out, your son was no where to be seen, making you frown. 


You headed to the living room, yawning again when you were suddenly picked up, making you look up at your husband, who smiled at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Good morning, ____.”

Flushing, you giggled, meeting his smile with your own, holding onto his neck as he carried you like a bride. When the hell did he be this affectionate? 

“Good morning Yu-chan.”

Before he could say anything, your son came running, guitar in hand as he tugged on Kasamatsu’s pants, a frown on his face.

“Hurry dad! I want mama to hear the song!”

You looked between the two, raising an eyebrow.

“A song? You guys wrote me a song?”

He flushed, scratching his head as he walked towards the living room, where the table was set, his guitar rested against the couch, and breakfast was made with fresh cut flowers and a box of chocolates beside it. He placed you down, rubbing your legs before kissing your mouth. 

“You’ll have to be patient ____. Now, let’s eat first. We have a whole day planned.”

Kise“DAD! You have to be more quiet! Mom will wake up!”

That was the first thing you heard, as you stood up, getting out of bed. Kise was a very early riser, but to think he’d be doing stuff on a day off.. What a guy… Deciding to figure out what’s going on, you trudged through the hallway, stopping when you saw two blondes bickering over… Something…

“_____cchi!” He gasped, running to you and trying to block your way. “You’re supposed to be in bed!”

Your eyes widened, seeing the kitchen a complete mess. Looking at him, you were about to open your mouth when your son, Kise’s exact look-a-like, jumped on you, hugging you tightly.

“Happy Mother’s day mama!”

You smiled, placing tons of kisses on his cheeks, hearing him laugh and giggle. Kise, feeling left out, pouts and points to his cheek.”

“___-cchi! What about me?”

Rolling your eyes, you placed a kiss to his cheek, rubbing his arms. Your nose twitched, smelling something… burning?

“Umm.. Ryouta?”

Just then, your son freaked out, running towards the stove, “DAD! THE CAKE!”

“AHH! ____-CCHI’S GIFT!”

You paused, watching as both blondes ran around, trying to clear the air, and stop the mini fire.

“You were making cake.. for breakfast?”

Midorima“Here, for you ____.”

Blinking, you looked at the green-haired male, eyes going to the pink rose in his hand. Gasping, you took it, inhaling the scent and smiling at him.

“Thank you Shintarou!”

You heard buzzing, choosing to look around where you saw your son screaming, running towards the two of you.

“What’s wrong sweetie?!”

He panted, looking up at you with green hues. “Dad told me your lucky item was a bouquet of pink roses! So I went to go grab some.. But..”

Raising an eyebrow, you saw the swarm of bees coming after you, face palming and glaring at your husband.


The three of you ran away from the park, finally finding refuge in the bookstore. Sighing, you crossed your arms, looking at the two boys, as if asking for an explanation.

Your son, who was more nervous, scratched his head, giving a sheepish smile,

“E-Er? Happy Mother’s Day.. mom?!”

anonymous asked:

Rumbelle, Modern Day AU: She's Bae's nanny.

You have no idea what you’ve done, sweet anon…

Differences, Irreconcilable (Part I)

Gold opens the stained glass door and lets himself into the house. After the February chill outside, the hallway is wonderfully warm and richly scented with vanilla.

“Hello?” he calls quietly, uncertain as always about the greeting he’s likely to receive.

“We’re in here!” a cheerful voice calls in welcome.

It comes from the kitchen, and Gold finds himself following both it and the delicious smell of baking down the hall and through the door.

The scene that greets him is one of domestic industry. Bae, home for the winter break, is perched on a high stool at the centre counter, frowning in concentration as he decorates a heavily frosted tray of cupcakes with sugar flowers and silver balls. At his side is a woman, her face hidden by the dark sweep of her hair as she hovers solicitously at his shoulder, hands ready to steady him should his precarious balance falter.

The scent of baking causes Gold’s stomach to rumble, and she glances up, a smile lighting her face as she meets his eyes. It’s a smile that Gold finds it impossible not to return, even if the expression feels stiff and unfamiliar on his lips.

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