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The banana bread currently baking in your oven made your kitchen smell absolutely divine.
You couldn’t help but linger around the kitchen, impatiently waiting for your latest creation to cook in the oven. Your mouth was already salivating from the fresh, sweet scent that tickled your nose with each deep breath you took. It was almost taunting you as you idled around your kitchen, eyes glued the oven as you tapped your fingers against the plush skin of your arms, practically counting down the seconds.
You stared at the closed oven door for a long moment, silently gnawing on the dry skin that clung to the corners of your plump lips. This was the first time you had made banana bread. It was a lot more simple than you realised and your favourite part had been mashing the ripe bananas in a bowl before mixing everything together with a large, wooden spoon. You fretted a little while you waited, sending a prayer to the higher heavens that it would come out okay. Your small anxiety started to eat away at your nerves the longer you waited.
Perhaps you could crack open the door and chance a small peek? Just to make sure it was okay and that it was rising properly. Surely, there would be no harm in having just a smidge of a glimpse? You crept toward your oven, raising your hand to reach for the oven door. Before your fingertips could even graze the handle, your cooking partner finally decided to speak up.
“Don’t even think about it” Mydei said with a firm tone. “Leave it alone.”
Your shoulders jumped up to your ears in surprise, a sharp breath whistling through your teeth as you gasped. You immediately snatched your hands back like something had just burned you and you quickly whipped your body around to face the almighty Prince Mydeimos. A pensive frown was etched onto his lips, strong arms folded across his broad chest as he stared fiercely at you. He lost a fraction of that intimidating aura when you were reminded of the frilly pink apron he was wearing over his regular attire, the pink cotton creating a stark contrast against the cold gold of his armour. You had to swallow the smile that wanted to worm its way onto your face. It failed and you didn’t notice that your lips quivered into a wobbly smile as you tried to regain your composure.
“I just wanted to check on it” you said, curling a strand of your hair around your fingertip before tucking it behind the curve of your ear. “Just to make sure it was alright.”
Mydei’s gaze softened a fraction but the stern look etched onto his features did not ease yet. “You’ve done all you can” he replied. “Just trust the process and do not disturb it.”
A small little huff blew out from your nose. You had asked Mydei to help you bake today as a way to spend more time with him, knowing that he liked to cook and bake in his spare time. You hadn’t baked for years and you thought it was a great opportunity to get back into it. You hadn’t realised just how stern Mydei was in the kitchen. He reminded you a little bit of a drill sergeant when he was giving you all the measurements of the ingredients. Still, you really appreciated his help.
You couldn’t help but wring your hands together as you tried to calm your nerves and occupy your thoughts with something else. Mydei noticed the nervous tick and with a small sigh he lowered his arms, clearing his throat as he tipped his head to the side.
“If you want something to do, then come help dry all these dishes.”
You nodded your head along, a small smile tugging at the edges of your lips as you slowly approached the sink. You had told Mydei to leave it alone and that you would clean up afterwards, but he had insisted that he would clean the dishes for you. You grabbed a spare dry cloth as you stepped up beside Mydei and he took up his previous task of cleaning the dishes.
Minutes continued to tick by and the smell of freshly baked bread became stronger. You swallowed thickly and your stomach was rumbling softly in protest. You couldn’t wait to eat it. Your gaze travelled over to Mydei as you dried a bowl, your eyes slowly wandering up and down his form. A coy smile tugged at your lips as you admired him, silently enjoying how taut the fabric of the apron was pulled over the muscles of his chest and the material clung to his figure, leaving practically nothing to the imagination. It was truly a sight to behold. You playfully bumped your pudgy hip into his side, a soft giggle falling from the plush seam of your lips when Mydei turned his head and shot you a quizzical look.
“You look good in an apron~” you teased with a coy grin.
Mydei’s eyebrows slowly crept up towards his hairline in response. He slowly dragged his gaze over you. You wore the exact same apron he was wearing, pink frills and all. It clung to your curvy figure, the front lightly dusted with sprinkles of flour and a hint of batter. You looked utterly adorable in it with your pudgy waist outlined by the material as the thin string holding it together clung to the curve of your wide hips. A smile tugged at Mydei’s lips.
“You look good too” he replied. “It suits you.”
The sincerity in his voice almost made you choke on the very air you were breathing. You sputtered and stumbled over your words, a hot flush rising to the swell of your round cheeks as your long lashes fluttered wildly over the hot skin. You weren’t expecting such an honest response from him and it took a moment for you to quell the frantic beat of your heart as your stomach bundled up in a flustered knot. You briefly wondered if he had done that on purpose just to fluster you. You playfully bumped your hip into him again. And he playfully pushed back, until you were giggling and batting your hand against his shoulder to get him to stop.
At least you were now completely distracted and nearly forgot all about your banana bread, until the timer finally went off with a loud chime.
You couldn’t help but linger around the kitchen, impatiently waiting for your latest creation to cook in the oven.
you have the time to linger? I'd be on the dishes! Dang you're fast!
“Don’t even think about it” Mydei said with a firm tone. “Leave it alone.”
I AGREE WITH MYDEI! Do NOT check on a cake in the oven, there's a chance the heat will escape and the cake will fall flat. Banana bread is a cake adjacent so-
I was like: nononono and then he spoke up. phew. bless him
I feel like I'm losing the plot. also this reminds me of your banana bread that you made and shared!
He reminded you a little bit of a drill sergeant when he was giving you all the measurements of the ingredients.
Baking is a science. (I need to focus on the story not the baking halp)
so far you've painted a warm kitchen environment and a very nice smell and oh gosh sweets sound nice...
Mydei noticed the nervous tick and with a small sigh he lowered his arms, clearing his throat as he tipped his head to the side.
Considerate. Observant. Wow. Not only that, he provides guidance and solutions. It's so him and kinda hot ngl. Making decisions I can agree with but not bossing us around. 10/10
but he had insisted that he would clean the dishes for you.
I need to find the words to express my appreciation. this is so wow. maybe it's the bare minimum, but if people take the dishes off of me when I'm baking...it's delightful. Nagi just writing Mydei as a very attractive domestic guy...which is exactly what he is. phenomenal.
“You look good too” he replied. “It suits you.”
Must you parry the compliment attack good sir?
this was so cute Nagi. that kitchen smelled amazing. it did.
Don't you sometimes just absolutely hate that you were born in this exact time and place, and in this body? The things that fill our lives feel so meaningless and dull, and the circumstances of our lives make me feel utterly nauseated.
We're like lab rats. We're slaves of our own minds, and most don't even seem to realize how wrong everything is.
We were made to live in communities, not alone in small prisons of our own making.
Don't you sometimes just absolutely hate that you were born in this exact time and place, and in this body? The things that fill our lives feel so meaningless and dull, and the circumstances of our lives make me feel utterly nauseated.
We're like lab rats. We're slaves of our own minds, and most don't even seem to realize how wrong everything is.
We were made to live in communities, not alone in small prisons of our own making.
like I mean this very seriously as writing advice. the character should experience events and make decisions that make them different at the end of the story. they should be changed. they do not have to be improved.
they can get worse. they can make decisions of an increasingly terrible nature. they can stop taking risks on kindness. they can discover how much they can get away with. they can find religion, or abandon it, with negative effects on their moral creed. the character has to develop. the character does not have to grow.
You add so much good just by existing, and penguin wanted to remind you! Thank you for being here. 💕 All the love and support on my last post gave me so much encouragement and hope, and I'm so grateful for the huge positive impact you all have had on me.
Tagging: MY MOOTS! YOU ARE WONDERFUL. I’LL TAKE A BAT TO YOUR NEGATIVE THOUGHTS and you get warm treats and drinks. Or cold ones if that’s your preference!
The older i get the more i understand why some people become obsessed with privacy, not because they’re hiding something, but because being constantly perceived starts to feel spiritually exhausting.
Did you know that soda machines at restaurants and movie theaters spy on you? That most common new cars now record your sexual preferences and send it to the manufacturer (and also data about anyone who also gets in your car, walks by your car, and maybe happens to be within visual range of your car)? That grocery stores are trying to force customers to download an app to scan barcodes on shelves instead of putting up prices, so the app can scan the phone, decide how much that customer should be squeezed for, and adjust the price? That more and more innocent people are being sent to jail for crimes committed hundreds of miles away because an AI facial recognition algorithm spit their faces out and the cops didn't bother to do the most basic of checks?
I am not uptight about privacy because I'm hiding something. I'm uptight about it because the people who dismiss my right to privacy are dangerous to you and me and our families, personally, all the time.
When I turned 17, we ordered a cake at the grocery store for my party, as we’d done many times before. If you wanted something written on the cake you’d write it into a section of the order form. We requested, very simply, “Happy Birthday Courtney”. When we went to pick it up the day of the party, this is what we got.
The bakery employees had absolutely no explanation for this. The order form, attached to the box, very clearly did not contain any of those extra names. Whomever had done the writing was no longer in, so there was no one to ask how this had happened. The fact that the name ‘Juan’ is misspelled bewilders me to this day. (I’ve never seen ‘Miley’ without the E, either, but it’s believable that someone might spell it that way.) Did this cake slip in from an alternate universe where I’m one quarter of a set of Hispanic quadruplets? Dyslexic Hispanic quadruplets, maybe?
This cake became the focal point of my party. At least two of my friends regularly called me ‘Courtney Mily Jaun Pablo’ for years to come. My siblings and I still reference it sometimes, eleven years later. It is probably the funniest thing ever to occur at any birthday celebration of my life, and may well remain so for the rest of my days.
one time me and some pals spotted one of those big cookie cakes in a store. it was done up with red icing and little X's for kisses and in the middle it said
No One Like You
now, it took us a while to realise it meant "(there is) no one like you". at first, we all parsed it as a botched "no one like(s) you"
for ages after when we'd wind each other up we'd declare "NO ONE LIKE YOU ☹️👎"
