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Tips to Ease Dysphoria // Ftm trans boy addition

Dealing with dysphoria is a challenging thing that many trans boys deal with, here are my personal tips to avoid feeling dysphoric.

- baggy clothes.

- humor, or if your laugh makes you dysphoric, watching YouTube or listening to happy music.

- being aware that dysphoria doesn’t dictate who you are.

- know that you’re valid and that dysphoria is clouding your confidence.

- being around supportive cis male role models or peers.

- wearing men’s deoderant.

- eating testosterone boosting foods/vitamins (eggs, broccoli, whole milk, vitamin D pills)

- lowering your voice when you talk/slowing down when you talk

Feel free to add on your own!

Unicorn Cake


Yields one three layer 6 inch cake

The things you’ll need

Ingredients
  • 2 cups all purpose flour
  • 2 teaspoons baking powder
  • 1/8 teaspoon salt
  • 1 stick salted butter at room temperature
  • ¼ cup solid vegetable shortening
  • 1 ½ cups sugar
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
  • ¼ teaspoon almond extract
  • 5 large white eggs
  • ¾ cup whole milk
  • ¼ cup rainbow sprinkles
Decoration
  • White buttercream frosting
  • Light pink buttercream frosting fitted with #824 and a #4B tip
  • Light blue buttercream frosting fitted with a #2A tip
  • Light purple buttercream frosting fitted with a #824
  • Dark purple buttercream frosting fitted with a #2A tip and a #4B tip
  • Black buttercream frosting fitted with a #4 tip
  • White fondant
  • Gold edible highlighter dust
  • Small paint brushes
  • Fondant rolling pin
  • Teardrop cookie cutters
  • Lillipop stick
Equipment
  • Three 6-inch round cake pans
  • Large mixing bowl
  • Medium mixing bowl
  • Hand mixer
  • Rubber spatula
  • Whisk
  • 6 inch cake board
  • Cake stand
  • Cake turntable
  • Offset spatula
  • Small sifter
  • Almond extract

Let’s get started!

  1. Preheat oven to 350°F.
  2. Grease and line three 6-inch round cake pans.
  3. In a medium bowl, whisk together flour, baking powder, and salt.
  4. In a large bowl, use an electric mixer to beat butter, shortening and sugar until light and fluffy.
  5. Add eggs whites one at a time, beating well after each addition. Add extracts.
  6. On a low speed, alternate adding the flour mixture and milk to the butter mixture, beginning and ending with the flour mixture. Fold sprinkles into the batter.
  7. Divide batter evenly between cake pans and bake for 30 to 35 minutes.
  8. Once cakes are fully cooled, level them with a cake leveler.
  9. Stack cakes on a cake board, making sure to frost between each layer.
  10. Use a cake turntable to smooth white frosting over the entire cake.

Time to decorate!

  1. Use white fondant to make a unicorn horn.
  2. Mix a few drops of almond extract into edible gold dust and then brush it onto the horn.
  3. Use teardrop cutters to create fondant ears and then paint the inner ear gold. Insert a toothpick into the bottom of each ear.
  4. Pipe rosettes on the top and along one side of the cake using the pink and light purple frosting and #824 tips.
  5. Add dollops of detail using the pink and dark purple frosting and #4B tips. Use blue and dark purple frosting fitted with #2A tips to add more details.
  6. Pipe eyes onto the front center of the cake. Place horn on the top center of the cake and the ears on either side of the horn.
  7. TaDa! This colorful Unicorn Cake will bring magic to any occasion!
This is not the end;

She’s never going to see him again. And he was perfect.  

Lily meets the love of her life in Tesco Extra at 10pm.  read on ao3

Happy birthday to the cutie-pie ria @gxldentrio

The first time Lily Evans meets him is at the self-checkout service at Tesco Extra. He’s got these tall, gangly legs that look like they could go on forever and (from what she can tell from the back of him anyways) an unruly bed of jet black hair.

And, if first impressions were anything to go by then he was also an absolute fool. Clumsy and, to be honest, bordering on idiotic.

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His Girl

Summary: Bucky admires the girl of his dreams, aka the Reader, during a party. Her only problem?  The man holding her hand.

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 2507

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), love triangle, someone gets cheated on, a little bit of angst.

A/N: Here it is, my first attempt on posting something of my own. This might be read by no one ever, but still, I’ve had so much fun in the process and probably will do it again… Thank you so much @dretjie12  for being my beta and putting out with me. You have a special place in my heart.

English is not my first language, so you’ll find grammar mistakes and nonsenses. Sorry! Feedback always welcomed!



Bucky enters the party making a beeline for the bar. It was one of Tony’s big shindigs at the Avenger’s Tower. He had lost count of how many he had attended since he joined the team and could barely remember the reason for it, if there ever had been one to start with.

It has been a slow process of readaptation after he came back from Wakanda, where T’chala’s scientists had finally found a treatment for the trigger words and other horrors Hydra had seen fit to grace his mind with. He still struggled with social events, preferring, instead, to hide in a nondescript corner sipping on whatever drink he took fancy to.

Taking a discreet balcony seat,  he waits for the whisky he had ordered from the bartender. He searches the crowd, looking for the face he so longs to see.. Y/n

It had been like this from the moment he laid eyes on her. His gaze always searching, admiring her, his entire being longing for her presence. Bucky couldn’t understand why she had this effect on him, they had barely exchanged more than two words with her, shying away from her whenever she drew near.

But he was infatuated by Y/N, by how she had held his left hand when they were introduced, he was so entranced with her that he had held on longer than what was deemed socially acceptable, and yet she never let go before he did. The way her hair swung from side to side when she walked,  how she was always looking straight into the eyes of whomever she was talking to, the way her nose crinkled when she laughed, Oh her laugh! the most amazing sound Bucky had ever heard. And she was always laughing, with everyone…

Except with him. Why wouldn’t she speak to him?  Fear… That was the only possible explanation in Bucky’s mind. Of course an angelical person like her would be frightened by him…The winter soldier, the Fist of Hydra, the Assassin… 

With the whisky now in his hands, his lips touch the glass when he finally sees her..

OH, Y/n…

There she was, across the room, laughing while Sam talked to her. For a moment Bucky wishes he could be the lucky bastard who was able to make her laugh like that. He takes a minute to admire the woman of his dreams. She had her hair curled falling on her shoulders and was wearing a long strappy  black dress with a side slit that went high enough to make Bucky’s heart speed up. The deep V neckline wasn’t doing any good to his mental state either…

God, she’s perfect – Bucky momentarily worries that he had said that out loud,  But he genuinely can’t find a single flaw in her. Well, maybe the only problem is the man holding her hands. Steve Rogers, Captain America, Bucky’s best and only friend in the world, the man who started a fucking Civil War to defend him.

She was his girl. That’s why, besides the fact that he probably scares the shit out of her, he would never get to touch Y/N, feel her skin on his. Why he avoids any kind of direct contact and is happy to venerate her from a distance. He couldn’t , by any means, give in to his feelings or even approach her.  Wait, could it be the reason why she avoided him as well? No, it’s fear, for sure.

He’s dated girls, trying hard to get her out of his head.  He had slept with women that would probably be taken as more beautiful or sexier than Y/N by any other person. Not for Bucky though… All he accomplished was to compare her with every single woman he’s been with, and wonder how it would feel if she was the one he was holding, kissing, making love to.

“Jesus, you’re so screwed” Drowned in his thoughts Bucky’d missed the readhead approaching, martini in her hand, sitting on a bench next to him with a smirk on her lips.

“What are you talking about, Romanoff?” He tries to play the ignorance card, knowing damn well that it would be pointless. The stunning spy was able to read his mind like no other, Steve included. Maybe it was their shared past, the one they never speak of, but lingers in the air. The ex-assassins simply understood each other.

“Please Barnes, you’re offending me”  Natasha rolls her eyes and takes the drink to her mouth.  

Bucky leans down his head with a humorless laugh  “That obvious, huh?”

“To me, yes”.  She spends a moment observing him, who had got back to watch the woman across the room hand in hand with his best friend. With a sigh, she kindly places her empty hand on the soldier’s shoulder. “Just be careful, Bucky. Neither of you have been discreet lately” Bucky turns his head, looking with eyebrows knitted close together  at Natasha, who was showing a rare sympathetic smile.

“What do you mean? In what way she’s not being discreet?”  

The empathy on Natasha’s face was replaced by a familiar glare, before she  stands up and turns her back leaving Bucky behind, mumbling words that his enhanced hearing caught as “Stupid Super Soldiers.  No Serum in the brains, for sure”.  But that didn’t answer his doubts…

He watches as Natasha joins the rest of the gang who was now sitting by a round table close to the dance floor. As usual, she takes the chair next to Clint Barton. Bucky moves his eyes to Steve, who is sitting across from the Widow, leaning in to say something. She responds by pointing to the Bar where Bucky stood. The Captain turns his head to his best friend, grinning and making a gesture calling him toward the gathered group.

Finding no way to decline the offer, Bucky nods and heads to the table that was also accommodating Sam, Wanda and Maria Hill. Getting close, he notices that the only left seat was the one next to Y/N, who had her back turned to him.

“Hey Buck, Join us, the food is amazing” Steve said with a mouthful pointing to his plate with the fork.

The fact that his fellow Super Soldier was the only one eating - an exorbitant amount of food- made him remember the skinny kid from Brooklyn that could barely finish a whole glass of milk. The memory brought a warm smile to Bucky’s face, which faded as soon as he spotted Y/N glancing nervously at the empty seat, avoiding his gaze.. 

“Uhmm, I don’t know pal, I’m not really that hungry” Bucky replies, attempting to  refrain from the situation..

“Oh come on Buck, grace us with your presence, It’s not like you have somewhere else to go.  Or do you already have a broad waiting?” Sam was now talking, emphasizing the word in an attempt to tease his 100 year old friend.

Missing Y/N taking a long sip from her own whisky, Bucky pretends to be amused by the conversation. He can’t find it in him to prolong the subject, so he pulls out a chair and takes his seat. 

The group of friends goes back to chatting, no one seems to notice Bucky flinching when his right thigh brushes against Y/N’s left one under the table. Goosebumps sprung unbidden across his skin. He was now expecting her to pull away and move the chair, but instead, she was leaning on his touch and the sensation was overwhelming…

All the noise surrounding them fades away, replaced by the sound of his beating heart.

He rests his hand on his leg and by the corner of his eyes he sees Y/N doing the same thing. Feeling a rush of boldness, he moves it closer to hers until their pinkies link between their laps. He feels dizzy when she softly caresses his finger with hers and all of a sudden, like it was the most natural thing to do, they have  all of their fingers tightly interlocked, holding hands, covered by the table cloth.

Bucky’s mind was running in full speed, and was hard to catch his breath, but yet, for that moment, time seemed to have frozen and everything was slow motion. No… It was not fear… She was touching him, he had her soft hand in his calloused one. And it felt so right…

Bucky’s stupor was interrupted by a familiar voice in the far distance.

“Are you ok, Barnes? Your face is white as sheet” It was Natasha, of fucking course.

With the unwanted attention, Y/N quickly removes her hand and backs away her leg, making Bucky feel empty.

“Ahm, Yeah  I..I guess I need another drink, I’ll be right back” Bucky leaves the table choosing to ignore Natasha’s suspicious look. To his relief the rest of their friends were apparently unfazed. 

In need of a place to calm his restless state, he heads to the rooftop. Getting out of the elevator he feels the breeze of the night and, watching the city lights, the puzzled events of the last couple of minutes keep running over in his mind.  She had touched him, he could still feel the burning where their skin met and he knows that she was as much affected by it as him… What the hell was happening?

The quietness provided by the place was interrupted by the elevator ding, his heart jumps when he sees the person coming out of it and, without giving it a second though, he takes two quick steps, closing the distance between Y/N and him, feverously pressing their lips together. She immediately kissed him back, one hand tangling in his chocolate locks, while the other snaked up his muscular chest. 

Without breaking the kiss, Bucky pins her against the nearest wall. He’s so drunk in her taste that he doesn’t want to let her go…Not again. He tastes the whisky she’s been drinking mixed with her chapstick and something sweet, that he knew was her, and only her. 

Both of her arms around his neck now, one hand still grabbing his hair in a grip. She gasps for air and Bucky attacks her collarbone with a trail of hot kisses, reaching the pulse point to lightly bite on it. She lets out a moan and tightens  the hold on his locks.

“I need you… Please” She speaks with a breathless voice, reaching to palm the bulge in his pants. If Bucky had a tiny bit of control until then, it was completely lost now. The avenger captures her mouth once again, travelling his hand up her exposed leg through the dress slit, burying his fingers under her panties to find her already damp, the sensation pulls a loud groan from him.  

He pushes the black lace material down to her knees and she works her legs to let it drop to the floor, stepping out of it. Bucky pulls the opening of Y/N’s long gown up to her waist while she quickly goes for his belt, releasing Bucky’s erection.  Not being able to lose any more time  he guides his pulsing cock to her wet entrance. It feels like a punch to a gut when he finally sheaths his length inside her, the air leaving him in a long, torturous exhale. 

Bucky holds her left leg up, keeping it locked around his waist, and uses his metal hand to support himself on the wall, while she maintains a firm grip on his shoulders.  He goes slow at first, allowing their bodies to get acquainted with each other. For what feels like the first time, they stare into each others eyes, and at the moment, Bucky feels a sense of calm, a sense of peace he had not known for a long time..

He watches her as she closes her eyes and parts her lips slightly, whimpering in pleasure. “Oh Bucky…” hearing his name on her mouth in such a sinful way made his heart melt and his cock twitch inside of her.

His thrusts grow faster and the two of them become a mess of heavy breaths and moans. Bodies glued together. The frenzy only increases when Bucky readjusts her leg on his waist and his flesh fingers meet Y/N’s clit.  He circles the nub of nerves in fast, harsh circles, The slight change in the angle and the extra stimulation make her let out a scream of pure ecstasy, signaling her climax. Bucky feels her clenching around him and he knows he isn’t going to last much longer.

It startles him for a second when she pushes at his chest, forcing him to pull out of her pulsing heat. His mind goes blank when she sinks to her knees and envelops his throbbing cock with her hot mouth. Her soft lips around his cock and a few bobs were too much for him to handle. “I.. I’m … gonna…. ”, Bucky warns, only making Y/N clutch his hips still, not letting him pull away from her. He groans loudly and she takes everything he has to offer, not missing a drop.

Struggling to breath, Bucky helps her get on her feet and keeps her in a tight embrace, forehead leaned against hers, both in a blissful state. When breathing wasn’t so hard anymore, she was the first one to speak.

“I love Steve… I really do” Bucky sighs at the mention of  his friend’s name.

“Yeah, I know, I love that punk too” he responds matter-of-factly in a sad smile.

“I don’t want to hurt him” she continues. “But you…” She  whispers.  “You’ve been on my mind ever since we’ve met, I’ve been going crazy” tears starts to form in her eyes.

Bucky’s ribcage was fighting against the strong beating of his heart. “Yeah, I know the feeling, Doll” he says in a low voice, brushing his thumb on her cheeks.

She tears herself from him and leans down to grab her panties on the floor allowing him to gather himself too. “This can’t … won’t happen again” She manages to make her words convincing, standing up in front of him again, holding the delicate material.

Bucky closes his eyes and nods. He had known this was coming, but it did nothing to ease the pain of hearing those words. Y/N grabs his chin, forcing him to look at her. They stare at each other for a long moment before she locks their lips together in a smooch.  Bucky feels her shoving one hand inside of his pocket before she breaks the kiss to leave.

He keeps looking at the city lights when he hears the elevator going down. He knows that it would all come eventually, the sorrow, the guilt, the heartache. But at that moment, all he could do was feel on cloud nine, turning his lips up in a grin, while his fingers played absent-mindedly with the piece of black lace inside his pocket.

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Just Add Magic Cake


Yields 2 each 10-inch Pistachio, Strawberry, and Blueberry cakes

The things you’ll need

Ingredients
Blueberry Cake
  • 1 cup frozen blueberries
  • ¼ cup sugar
  • ½ cup unsalted butter at room temperature
  • ¼ cup shortening
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 2 eggs at room temperature
  • 1 ½ cups flour
  • 1 teaspoon baking powderr
  • Pinch of salt
  • ¼ cup milk
  • ¼ cup buttermilk
  • ¼ teaspoon blueberry extract
  • 2 drops fluorescent purple coloring
Pistachio Cake
  • 1 cup unsalted shelled pistachios
  • 1 cup all purpose flour
  • 2 teaspoons baking powder
  • ¼ teaspoon salt
  • ½ cup whole milk
  • ½ teaspoon pure vanilla extract
  • 4 drops mint green color
  • ½ cup unsalted butter, softened
  • 2 tablespoons pistachio paste
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 3 large eggs
Strawberry Cake
  • 2 eggs
  • ¾ cups strawberry puree
  • ½ teaspoon vanilla
  • 1 teaspoon strawberry extract
  • 1 ½ cups all purpose flour
  • ¾ cup + 2 tablespoons sugar
  • 1 ½ teaspoons baking powder
  • ½ teaspoon salt
  • 2 tablespoons oil
  • ¼ cup butter at room temperature
Equipment
  • 3 large mixing bowls
  • 3 medium mixing bowls
  • Food processor
  • Whisk
  • Rubber spatula
  • Hand mixer with attachments
  • (3) 10-inch round cake pans
  • 3 cake boards
  • Decorating bags filled with light pink, light green, and light purple buttercream frosting
  • Small offset spatula
  • Large spatula
  • Cake stand

Let’s get started!

Blueberry Cake
  1. Preheat oven to 350°F.
  2. Cook frozen blueberries and ¼ cup sugar on low until it is a thick jam.
  3. In a small bowl, mix flour, baking powder and salt.
  4. Cream butter and sugar until light and fluffy.
  5. Add eggs one at a time and mix until well combined.
  6. Add blueberry extract and mix well.
  7. Add 1/3 of the dry, then the milks, 1/3 of the dry and scrape the bowl down, mixing well between each addition. Mix in the blueberry jam and then the remaining dry ingredients.
  8. Pour batter into a lined cake pan and bake for 35 to 45 minutes.
Pistachio Cake
  1. Preheat oven to 350°F.
  2. Use a food processor to pulse pistachios until finely ground. Add flour, baking powder and salt and pulse briefly to combine.
  3. In a large bowl, beat together butter, sugar and pistachio paste until light and fluffy.
  4. Add eggs 1 at a time, beating in between and then mix in vanilla extract. Reduce speed to low to add the pistachio mixture and milk mixtures alternately in batches, beginning and ending with pistachio mixture.
  5. Spread batter evenly into a lined 10 inch round cake pan and bake for 40 minutes.
  6. Let cool for 10 minutes in the pan and then remove to cool completely.
Strawberry Cake
  1. Preheat oven to 350°F.
  2. In a medium bowl mix eggs, puree and extracts until well combined.
  3. In a large bowl, mix flour, sugar, baking powder and salt.
  4. Add butter and oil and mix until it becomes pebbly.
  5. Add half of the wet ingredients and beat well 1-2 minutes.
  6. Add the rest of the wet ingredients in two parts, beating well between each addition.
  7. Pour batter into a lined 10 inch round cake pan and bake for 35 to 45 minutes.
  8. Let cool for 10 minutes in the pan and then remove to cool completely.

Time to decorate!

  1. Spread a thin layer of green frosting on top of the pistachio cake and then place the strawberry cake on top. Frost the top of the strawberry cake with pink frosting and then place the blueberry cake on top.
  2. Refrigerate the cake for 30 minutes.
  3. Pipe two rows of green frosting on the bottom of the cake and then pink frosting in the middle. Finish the top of the cake off with blue frosting and then smooth with an offset spatula.
  4. Use the spatula to create texture around and on top of the cake.
  5. Sprinkle some silver sugar pearls on top.

Rose-Water Waffles

• 2.5 cups of all-purpose flour
• 2 teaspoons of baking powder
• half a teaspoon of baking soda
• half a teaspoon of salt
• 1 tablespoon of sugar
• 3 large eggs
• 1.25 cups of whole milk
• 2 tablespoons of rose water
• 1 cup of sour cream
• 4 tablespoons of unsalted butter
• ¼ cups of honey 🍯

1. Mix flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt and sugar in a large mixing bowl.
2. In a separate bowl, whisk together the eggs, milk, rose water and sour cream.
3. In a small sauté pan, melt butter over medium heat, swirling the pan. When it begins forming brown bits, turn off the heat. Scrape up the burned bits and add honey to the warm butte. Stir until smooth.
4. Add the egg mixture to the sifted dry ingredients, and mix until just combined. Add the butter- honey mixture, and stir to combine, taking care not to over mix.
5. Heat a waffle iron, spray each side with non-stick cooking spray, and cook each waffle until golden brown.

Here’s a little recipe I I found in Cosmopolitan magazine. I feel like the ingredients have witchy connotations and could by a nice treat for upcoming Ostara celebrations.

A Little Bit of Cinnamon (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: You’re the source of Lin’s inspiration.

Word Count: 1,190

Warnings: Probably some In The Heights inaccuracies, actually just overall inaccuracies - give me a break bahaha

A/N: If you think I am above writing you as pre-ITH Lin’s muse you are sorely mistaken. Happy InTheHeightsaversary!
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“You’re late.” Lin commented as you dropped your stuff onto the seat of the booth. You slipped off your coat, tossing it next to your bag before slipping on the seat.

“I know, I know. The train it- what does it matter? You were late on Tuesday.” you accused and Lin’s eyes flickered over his laptop accompanied by an amused smirk.

“I ordered your coffee, I assumed you wanted the same as always.” he slid the cup towards you and you took a sip.

“You haven’t even been here long. My coffee’s still hot.” you scoffed and he chuckled.

“It’s true, but the fact I got here before you is a fact that needs to be acknowledged.”

“At least you got my coffee right.” you rolled your eyes as you took another drink.

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{ red velvet }

pairing: thomas jefferson x reader (ft. sugar daddy thomas)

t/w: none!

tags: @toonerzchatz @promisesandmore @itsallexmallory @impala-moose @jaydiggs1218 @fierydaemon @slightlysouless @jzzyjones @wiindmill @whitestorm547 @hamilturnt @fearless-butter @littleblue5mcdork @arostrolgy @mcgrammer15 @fanagelbagel @mehrmonga @luna-lightwood-potter @strawbirby @21donutlover

a/n: the long awaited sugar daddy fic. i hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it! i’ll release a part every other day. 

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part one // part two


one.

You had finished yet another grueling shift at a cafe nearby. You said goodbye to your coworkers, clocked out, and headed home. You were exhausted beyond belief, but you had to keep going. You had classes tomorrow that you needed to get ready for.

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Undertale Butterscotch Cinnamon Pie


Yields 8-10 servings

The things you’ll need

Ingredients
Dough
  • 2 ½ cups all purpose flour
  • 2 tablespoons sugar
  • ½ vanilla bean
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • ½ cup salted butter, ice cold
  • ½ cup butter flavor shortening, cubed and ice cold
  • 6 tablespoons buttermilk, chilled
  • Egg wash
Filling
  • 6 tablespoons cornstarch
  • 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 4 egg yolks
  • ¼ cup salted butter
  • ½ cup dark brown sugar
  • 1 cup heavy cream
  • 2 ½ cups whole milk
  • ½ cup butterscotch chips
Equipment
  • Large mixing bowl
  • Pie plate
  • Rolling pin
  • Plastic wrap
  • Dry uncooked beans
  • Small bowl
  • Small square cookie cutter

Let’s get started!

Dough
  1. Preheat oven to 350°F.
  2. In a large bowl combine flour, sugar, vanilla bean, and salt.
  3. Add butter and shortening and then work between fingers until the mixture resembles coarse meal.
  4. Drizzle in ice-cold buttermilk and continue working to form dough.
  5. Form the dough into a disc and wrap tightly in plastic wrap and then chill for 2 to 24 hours.
  6. When dough is set, roll it out to ¼ inch thick and place into pie pan and remove the excess.
  7. Roll out dough excess and cut out small squares using the square cookie cutter.
  8. Brush egg wash along the edges and then arrange the dough squares in a pixelated design.
  9. Prick the bottom and inside edges of the pie crust with a fork.
  10. 10. Cover the pie with plastic wrap and then fill it with uncooked beans. Wrap the beans with the excess plastic.Egg wash edges of the crust.
  11. 11. Bake for 35 minutes until golden brown around the edges.
  12. 12. Remove beans and allow it to bake another 10 to 15 minutes. Remove and let cool.
Filling
  1. In medium bowl whisk cornstarch, salt and egg yolks until smooth. Add the milk.
  2. In a saucepan, melt butter over medium high heat and add dark brown sugar, and bring to a boil, whisking constantly. Cook 3 minutes.
  3. Whisk in cream to the sugar mixture and then slowly whisk in egg mixture.
  4. Add salt and cinnamon and then bring to a boil, whisking constantly.
  5. Once thickened remove from heat and then whisk in butterscotch chips.

Time to decorate!

  1. Pour the filling into the pie shell and then smooth the top.
  2. Place the pie on a cooling rack for 1 hour and then place pie in the fridge to completely cooled.
  3. Remove Pie from fridge and cut a slice, serve with whipped cream and cinnamon stick garnish.
Pack Mother - Derek Hale - Part 5

Characters: Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Werewolf!Stiles, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Mason Hewitt, Jackson Whittemore, Malia Tate, Liam Dunbar, PackMom!Reader.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

In the note Brittany left she’d said she didn’t care what we did with the baby, but she really wanted you to keep him. She said he was full werewolf and she wanted him to be raised as one. It’s been about a week and the little boy remains nameless. Derek went out and bought a portable crib just until you figure things out. You hadn’t had time to focus on anything but this baby. The only weird thing about it was that the baby looked like he could be yours and Derek’s. The pack has pointed that out. Multiple times.

“Shh..shh. Come on, buddy.” You stand in the living room at 4 a.m rocking the baby.

Derek comes downstairs, rubbing his eyes. “Still? Here, can I see him?” You nod and hand him over.

You sit on the couch and let out a sigh. “He needs a name.”

“Are we really keeping this random baby?”

“Yes, Derek we’re keeping the random baby.”

“Then we can name him…Henry.”

You groan. “That’s awful. What about Dayton?”

“That’s about the whitest name I’ve ever heard.” Derek chuckles. He’s gotten the baby to be quiet. “What about Max?”

You smile. “I like Max.” You stand and walk over to him. “Hi, Max.” The baby coos and you look up at Derek. “He likes it.”

“You don’t think this will interfere with becoming Isaac’s guardians do you?” Derek asks.

“No..if anything it should help.” You shrug.

“I’m up for good now. There’s no use going back to sleep.” Derek groans as he sits on the couch.

“I’ll make a pot of coffee.”

Scott and Stiles decided to come over to hang out for awhile, so you were all sat in the living room.

Derek was laying across the couch and you were in a recliner, you both were having trouble keeping your eyes open.

“Derek are you asleep?” Stiles laughs.

“I have a right. I’ve been up with Max all day long. All. Day.

“Me too.” You yawn and get up, Max whining from his crib. You grab the bottle off the table and cradle Max. You sit back down and feed him, rocking in the recliner.

“How does it feel to be parents?” Scott asks.

“Not at all what I expected, because for one thing..I thought I’d be married and I’d be feeding my own baby now. Just know that life never works out as planned.” You shook your head.

“Trust me. He knows.” Stiles laughs.

“It feels kinda weird..I mean, Y/N and I went on one date and now we’re adopting one kid and becoming legal guardians of another.” Derek yawns.

“It’s different for you guys though.” Scott smiles. “You’re pack parents, that means you’re drawn together, it means your soulmates.”

“What do you know about soulmates, Scott?” Derek laughs and you smile.

Scott pouts and crosses his arms, “Enough.”

You smile wider. “Sure.”

“But really..I did a lot of reading on it…pack parents usually are an older couple, people who’ve been married a long time…not people who just met. That’s got to mean something.”

“Yeah, it means we make a good team.” You shrug. “Anyway..Stiles how are you? How are you handling everything?” You look at him.

“I’ve gotten way better at lacrosse, so…” He smirks. “Honestly, I never wanted to be a werewolf..I thought I’d never be able to handle it. I’m having a hard time controlling my changes but Derek’s been helping me.”

You look over at Derek and smile.

“He’s doing well..really well.” Derek nods.

"I’m glad you two have bonded.” You sit up, sitting Max’s bottle down so you can change his diaper. He peed, you can tell.

“You’re a natural.” Derek flicks his eyes over to you.

“You know..it’s kinda strange. I feel like this is my baby already. I’m not really sure how to describe it because I know I sound absolutely insane, but this is my little boy. He’s supposed to be with me.” You grab a diaper from beside his crib.

“I feel the same way. I get it.” Derek sits up.

“Aww. You guys have a baby together.” Stiles remarks.

Derek rolls his eyes. “Kind of..but don’t be annoying about it.”

Isaac slams the door as he walks in, making Max shriek. “Come on, Isaac!” Derek groans, getting up and walking over to you. He takes his from you, relieving you from your turn.

“Sorry.” He winces at the shrill sound. He walks over and looks over Derek’s shoulder. “He looks a lot like you. Are you sure he’s not yours?”

“Ha. Ha. Yeah, I got a fourteen year old pregnant.” He turns and gives Isaac a look, rocking with Max.

You watch adoringly as he talks to Isaac. He was your soulmate. Scott was right, neither of you wanted to agree with him though.

It’s been about a month since you got Max. Adoption paperwork has been started and you’ve gotten legal guardianship of Isaac. If you were being honest it was way easier than you expected.

“Quit fighting! You’re irritating the baby! You shouted into the dining room. Liam and Mason were having a heated argument about something they read at school. Everyone else voiced their opinions on whose side they were on…loudly.

Liam and Mason continuing shouting. You settled Max into the rocker you and Derek purchased a couple weeks ago. You storm into the dining room and slam your hand down on the table. "Stop. Now. If I have to tell you again you’re all getting kicked out of my house. Every single one of you.” You spot Isaac smirk. “Don’t think I won’t kick you out too, bud.” You give a once over of the silent room. “Thank you.”

“You’ve gotten a lot scarier since Max.” Mason said quietly.

You leaned over in front of him. “Good. Maybe you won’t yell in my house if you think I’m scary. If any of you want dinner I’m ordering Chinese.” You spin on your heel and walk back to the kitchen.

You spot Derek walking in, closing his umbrella and taking his jacket off. “I like this whole newfound aggression. It’s makes you even more attractive.” Derek smiles.

“Shut up.” You laugh. “Now that I have an actual baby, I’m not too keen on the teenagers acting like toddlers.”

“We heard that!” Jackson shouts.

“Good! You were meant to.” You smile at them over your shoulder.

You call and order the food before feeding Max. “How’s the loft?” You ask Derek. He goes back occasionally and checks up on things. Scott said he goes to see his uncle Peter. You’ve never met him and you’re unsure if you want to.

“Fine. The same.” He grabs a beer from the fridge and sits beside you on the couch.

You nudge him away when he sits. “Don’t drink beer by my baby.” You laugh.

“He’s my baby too. Do you think he’ll get sick from secondhand alcohol?” He laughs along with you. “You’re a dork, Y/N.”

Stiles and Scott come running through the living room, jumping over the couch and going upstairs.

Derek looks at you, “Do I want to know?” You groan and shake your head.

“They’re having a werewolf race. I don’t know what it means but the boys are doing it so apparently I’m timing.” Lydia pokes her head between you and Derek.

“Wow. And you called me a dork.” You smirk at Derek.

“It runs in the pack.” He laughs.

You smack his arm and laugh.

“Just get married already.” Malia stretches out on the couch beside you.

“Yep. That makes logical sense.” You push her legs off of your lap.

“It does. Plus, if you get married we can be cousins.”

“I look forward to that then. Derek, please propose right now, I cannot possibly wait any longer to have Malia on my family tree.”

“Oh, of course.” He gets down on one knee, showing you his beer bottle cap. You both laugh, Malia giving you both a death glare.

Scott and Stiles jump down the stairs.

“Please be careful. I know you both heal, but I still don’t want any bones broken.”

“Scott won!” Lydia shouts.

“Alpha in the house!” Scott bangs on his chest and Stiles rolls his eyes.

“It’s not fair. You have two years experience on me.”

“Aww. Is the wittle baby sad?” Scott fakes pout and squeezes Stiles’ cheek. Stiles swats his hand away and rolls his eyes.

“You’re all equal in my eyes.” You tease.

The doorbell rings and Mason answers it. Everyone throws money in and he brings the food in, sitting it on the table. “You guys better share! Leave some for me!”

Derek gets up and follows them to the kitchen. “I’ll make you a plate.” You thank him and take Max upstairs. You put him in the crib and grab the baby monitor, bringing it with you.

“Hey, I forgot to tell you that I invited someone over. We were best friends in high school and he just moved back to town. I ran into him when I was out grabbing diapers.” Derek sits beside you with your plate.

“That’s fine.” You smile. “What time?”

Derek glances at the clock. “Anytime now.” Just then you heard a knock at the door. Derek got up and went to answer it.

You were conversing with the pack when he walked in. He was gorgeous, you couldn’t deny it. You had no idea what was in the water with these Beacon Hills guys but you didn’t mind.

“AJ, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is AJ Harding.”

You stand and shake his hand. “Nice to meet you.” You smile and he nods.

“You too.”

Derek goes around the table and introduces him before they both sit down.

Lydia leans over and whispers. “He’s cute. If it wasn’t for Derek..” She raises an eyebrow at you.

“Lydia!” You scold, you can’t help but laugh though.

“I’m just saying..if I were five years older I’d be all over it.” She shrugs.

“So, Derek..is she your girlfriend?” You hear him lean over and whisper. “She’s hot, so good for you.”

Derek chuckles. “No she’s not, we just have a baby together.”

“Oh so you hit that? Again, good for you.”

“No..we’re adopting. It’s a long story but we’ve neither dated or had sex.”

“So she’s available?” You feel his eyes on you.

“N-no..I mean, yeah she’s available. She’s not dating anyone.”

You thought that Derek for sure felt the same way about you that you did for him. You were wrong. You decided to milk this whole situation with AJ. That’ll show him. AJ must not know you’re a werewolf and you’ll definitely use that to your advantage.