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'Hah, anytime now.' Marcy thought as she was simply staring at the ceiling, at 5 in the morning. The sun didn't even properly light up the sky and yet Marcy was already wide awake.
She's been wide awake for the past 2 hours. She's already done everything she could think of: she combed her hair, rewatched the finale of a series, went to the bathroom, everything. And it seemed like time had stopped itself from passing by.
Today was a pretty special day for her and Sasha and she just could not wait for the blonde to wake up.
Her gaze kept shifting from the empty ceiling to Sasha, who was peacefully sleeping besides her, tucked in nicely, the soft blanket covering her warm body and the few early rays of sunshine from outside shining on her smooth skin.
And besides being the prettiest woman for Marcy, Sasha was a heavy snorer. It was the loudest thing you ever could ever hear, but Marcy has gotten used to it. Never really bothered her, anyhow.
Marcy was juggling between two options that she had: wait for Sasha's alarm to go off at 6 AM sharp, or just go ahead and wake her up right now. Which wouldn't really work, because if Sasha was asleep, no one, nothing and no circumstance would be enough to wake her up.
Well that wasn't gonna do anything to stop Marcy from still trying.
Marcy turned to face Sasha aggressively sleeping. The brunette stared at her quite a bit, thinking of what to do. She didn't wanna slap Sasha.
She raised her hand a bit, still unsure of what to do, figuring out she'll maybe get an idea.
An idea came and Marcy pinched Sasha's arm. No response to that, as expected.
"Sash?" She whispered, getting closer to her sleeping girlfriend.
"Sashy." She continued, getting a little louder. Her hand rested on Sasha's shoulder, gently shaking up the blonde.
"Can you pleaaase wake up?" She continued shaking slowly.
Sasha grumbled quietly at that, hiding her head in the pillow, hoping it would stop and Marcy would let her sleep. Or not, she really didn't know.
"C'mooon, you know what day it is today, right?" She really wasn't whispering anymore, not at this point.
With a soft grumble, Sasha seemed to actually forget for a second. "Nnooo? Christmas?" Or she didn't forget, she just wanted to mess with Marcy.
And Marcy could feel the smirk forming on Sasha's face, even though she couldn't see it.
"You're waaaay ahead, Christmas is in 6 months, Sashy." Marcy giggled lightly, as she finally turned to face her, slowly getting up, still a little sleepy.
"Good morning, Mar-Mar." Sasha smiled softly, warmly looking at Marcy.
"Good morning right back at ya!" Marcy exclaimed as she practically jumped on Sasha, hugging her, eliciting a genuine chuckle from her. "Hah, so, today is a special day, i suppose?"
"Pancake sunday! PANCAKE SUNDAY!" Marcy chanted, excited like a child.
"Oh, hell yeah!" Sasha then got up from the bed and stretched a little, Marcy admiring her in the meantime. "I'ma goooo, brush my hair, get changed, y'know. Then, we're gonna make pancakes, aight?"
"Alrighty. I'm just gonnaaa... Go ahead and stretch a little." Marcy got off the bed awkwardly, making Sasha smirk at her. She left a smooch on Marcy's forehead and with that she left.
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"Alright, so." Sasha started, pulling out a seat. "Yeah." Marcy continued, searching the cupboards, Sasha didn't know what for.
"What kind of pancakes are we even making, Marce?"
Marcy stopped in her track, looking questioningly at Sasha. "What do ya mean 'what kind'?"
"Come on, there are like 3 different types of pancakes!" Sasha added, earning a near cartoonish gasp from Marcy.
"You researched this kind of stuff??" She murmured softly, pleasantly surprised.
"Surprise!" Sasha went full jazz-hands.
"I love you." the artist sighed softly and went back to searching through the cupboards.
"Back atcha."
"Oh," Marcy continued, "By the way, I have a little gift for ya!" She sang cheerfully, revealing what she had been searching for. Sasha couldn't really tell what it was, since it seemed to be folded nicely.
However, she could tell it was something crocheted. Right, Marcy had a new hobby, and it was adorable. Last time, she made frog earmuffs for her, Sasha and Anne.
"Ooh, what's that?" Sasha smiled in surprise, looking curiously at Marcy.
"I, uh, crocheted some stuff." She beamed. It was obvious she's been waiting for a while to show them to Sasha. "Let's just say we have matching aprons now!" She said, unfolding hers.
"Oh, wow." The blonde muttered, taking hers and unfolding it, curious. "Holy smokes, Mar-Mar, this is stunning!"
"I'm sooo glad you like it!" She squealed, her eyes glimmering. "I love it! Now, do you need help putting it on?"
"Yes, please." Marcy gave Sasha her own apron and turned back, allowing the blonde to put it on for her, tying it nicely for Marcy. "Is it tight enough?" She asked, just to make sure.
"Yeah, thanks." She turned to face Sasha, twirling a bit when she did that. "So, how does it look?" She asked excitedly.
"It looks so adorable, Marce. Suits ya."
"Thanks. Now let me put it on for you, too." Marcy offered.
Sasha got up and allowed Marcy to tie the apron's ties for her. "When did you even make these, though?" Sasha asked curiously. From what she can recall, she never saw Marcy crochet these. "Let's just say I'm behind a few chapters on my webcomic."
And she absolutely loved this idea. Sasha rarely even liked matching stuff, but if it was from Marcy, she couldn't help but to absolutely adore it wholeheartedly.
"I love these so much, Marce, thanks."
"Jeez, Sashy, you're too kind. And soft. You big softie." Marcy smirked, crossing her arms playfully.
"Maybe, but admit it, ya love it." Sasha sang, fully sure of what she was saying. She was right, Marcy couldn't lie. "Yeah, you're right. Stop being right, you banana!" Marcy smiled, getting her hair ruffled by Sasha, both laughing like 2 dorks.
"That's your replacement for 'bitch'? Mar-Mar, just curse!" Sasha gently nudged her when they finally stopped laughing. "Never! You cannot taint my innocence!"
"Curse, Marce, do it."
"I'm the best bad influence, Mar-Mar."
<3
After some time, they finally decided to stop messing around and get to do what Marcy woke Sasha up for. Sweet, good ol' pancakes.
By the way, they also decided to just go with the classic, thick ones.
By the way #2, Sasha had forgotten the recipe and had to look for one online, but of course, she did not. She'll just go with it, pretend she knows what she's doing and measure stuff by the eye.
"Marce, do you by any chance knoooow... Where the damn flour is?" Sasha questioned, opening a cabinet to look inside.
"Sorry, but no." She shrugged. "I must've misplaced it last time..."
"Dammit."
"Sorry."
"... It's fine, we'll find it."
Marcy sadly went around and looked inside another cabinet.
About to close it and search another, she realized the flour was actually there. "AAA I FOUND IT, SASH!"
Sasha had half her head inside a cabinet, hearing Marcy exclaim startled quite a bit. Enough to make her accidentally hit her head trying to get out. "Ach-"
"Oh jeez, are you alright?" Marcy asked, half worried.
"Nah, don't sweat it, I'm fine. Also, ya found that?"
"Sure did!"
"Great!" Sasha clapped, they had all the ingredients across the table.
"Alrighty, sooo." Marcy awkwardly started, "what do we do first?" She asked, as Sasha tried remembering what went first in the bowl. She didn't bake a lot, if it wasn't already obvious.
And there was a short but extremely uncomfortable break of silence.
"Do you need a reci-" Marcy raised an eyebrow, immediately getting interrupted by Sasha. "You gotta crack 'em eggs. And no, I definitely don't need a recipe!"
"If ya say so.." Marcy wasn't fully convinced about that, but decided to trust Sasha anyhow. She cracked two eggs in no time, as Sasha said.
"Next?" And whatever Sasha could remember was absolutely nothing. "Do you need the recipe?" Sasha admitted defeat at this point. She nodded sadly. "Awh, c'mere."
Whenever Sasha was sad she had those big puppy-like eyes that just straight-up made Marcy want to hug her and pat her back.
Sasha did walk to Marcy and embraced in her skinny arms. "There, there, ya goofball."
Marcy took her arm off Sasha for a moment to get her phone and look up a recipe. Just kidding, she knew it would come down to this and already had a recipe prepared. "Here." She gave the blonde her phone.
"Good thing we didn't go too far without this." Sasha admitted, scrolling down to see the list of ingredients.
"True. Let's continue?"
"Yeah."
"What does the mighty recipe say?" Sasha asked, pulling away and crossing her arms.
"It says to just combine the eggs with the buttermilk and the oil."
"How much of 'em?" Sasha asked, grabbing the buttermilk, ready to just pour the whole thing in.
"Lemme see.." Marcy scrolled up to the list. "One quarter of a cup of buttermilk aaaand, uh, 2 tablespoons of canola oil."
"Alrighty." Sasha replied, grabbing the measuring tools.
As Sasha measured the buttermilk, Marcy went ahead and put in the two tablespoons of oil. "Ya done?" Marcy turned to look at Sasha, pouring the buttermilk in the bowl. "Yup."
"Okay, now that we have this weird mixture, we need another bowl for the dry stuff." Marcy explained, grabbing the mixer for the first bowl.
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"Do we need more flour, Sashy?"
"I think not."
"We I think YES!"
"MARCY NO DON'T!"
"MARCY YES"
And just like that, the other ingredients practically drowned in flour. Marcy had some weird intuition that told her 'nah bro, put more flour in this shit'.
And so she did, to Sasha's confusion.
"... Alriiiight. I'll just go ahead and mix these up for you." Sasha grabbed one of those silicone spatulas and folded the 2 mixtures together, as the recipe suggested.
"I think we can stop following the recipe now."
"Yeah, pretty much."
Marcy went over to the stove and took out her pan, which she specifically bought for pancakes. Apparently it was supposed to be one of those fancy nonstick ones.
Eh, the handle was fancy and pretty easy to hold.
Marcy carefully turned on the stove to its lowest setting and placed the pan over the little flame.
"H'yeah, we're almost done!" Marcy hugged Sasha from behind, wrapping her arms around the taller one's waist. "Heeell yeah, can't wait to finally eat."
"Oh, by the way, is the batter ready?" Marcy looked over the blonde's shoulder. "Almost ready, Marce."
<3
Now that it was ready and the pan was done pre-heating, they could finally start actually doing them. The kitchen smelled so nice, like vanilla and lemon zest.
By now, the sun has risen on the sky, young day's rays coming in through the open windows, hitting the two girls' bodies and making them glisten, along with a gentle morning breeze that a proper poet, in this situation, would describe using fancy terms, like 'almost surreal'.
And they'd be right. After all, nothing was better than occasionally just chilling, baking with someone dear to ya.
The only thing better than that might just be eating together what you two have made and discuss, maybe, over music, what went wrong and how bad it tastes, while almost choking from laughing like total dorks.
Sasha was the first to pour batter on the pan. There was the satisfying sizzle that indicated the pan was preheated properly. "Ooh, let me, let me!" Marcy jumped around like a kiddo. The blonde gave her the bowl with the mixture. "Alright, but be careful, Mar-Mar."
Comically enough, Sasha blinked exactly one time and opened her eyes to Marcy almost dropping the whole batter. "MARCY, NO" Sasha panicked and extended a hand in an almost too late effort to catch the bowl.
Marcy then just stopped like it was nothing, the bowl still in her hand, no drop dropped on the floor. She had the smuggest grin on her face. "Gotcha."
"Stoooop!" She nudged Marcy as she poured the batter, messing up the perfect circle shape of the soon to be pancake.
"Oh, shoot, sorry, Marce." Sasha apologized. "Nah, don't worry 'bout it." The short girl waved her arm, not thinking it was important.
She continued pouring the batter and formed up 4 little pancakes on the pan.
Their surface seemed to kind of bubble up and honestly, none of them knew if it was alright or not.
"Is this... Healthy?" Sasha asked, pointing at the raw pancakes, confused and looking at Marcy for an answer.
"The pancakes? No, you dummy, 'course they're not. That's why you don't eat them every day." Marcy replied obviously.
"No, sweetheart, i didn't mean it like that." She sighed softly. "Oh."
"I meant it like.. This bubbling stuff."
"Now that you mention it, it does look kind weird.." Marcy crossed her arms, questioningly.
"Let me google that, real quick." Marcy went to grab her phone.
Sasha grabbed a spatula and held it tightly, unsure of what she was supposed to do. "Do I flip them now oooorr?"
"Iiiii... Honestly dunno, try flipping one and see.." She suggested as she scrolled down on her phone, deeply focused.
"Here goes nothin'.." Sasha muttered under her breath, flipping one.
"OH HEAVENS!!" Sasha shouted, catching Marcy off guard. Sasha only went half british when something bad happened. "You okay? Did you get burned? Do you need a bandaid??" Marcy hurried over to the blonde and looked left and right to see what was wrong.
"No, no, just uh... Real awkward honestly. We almost burned them, but luckily they're still.. Eatable." Marcy looked down at them. "Edible, Sash. Its 'edible'." Marcy crossed her arms, a teasing smirk appearing on her face.
"Oh, and by the way, the bubbles are great for your pancakes, apparently."
"Cool, so we don't have to worry 'bout 'em."
"Pretty much, yeah."
<3
Now that those were done and dusted, Sasha took two plates and carefully guided Marcy's hands as she placed the pancakes on them, one stacked on the last one.
The first batch was burnt. Previously, Sasha said they were still 'edible'. They were pretty much not, they were totally burnt, but for some reason they both decided to not throw them away, for the lolz and the laughs.
Marcy went and grabbed the maple syrup, along with some frozen berries.
"Sash, do we need to defrost the berries?" She asked, genuinely not knowing.
"I think so, better be safe than sorry." Sasha shrugged and Marcy nodded, satisfied with the answer.
She carefully drizzled maple syrup over both little pancake stacks, making it look exactly like those appetizing pictures online.
"Hey, wait, they actually look good!" Sasha softly whispered, decently surprized. "Yeah, we're amazing at this." Marcy smirked.
"I still think we're shit at baking, though." The blonde snort-laughed. "Fair point."
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A while after, the berries finally defrosted and Marcy carefully glazed them over the near-finished dish with such diligence that it almost looked like a science project. Sasha was there to pick out the berries and hand them to Marcy. Yay, teamwork!
And so, they're finally done here. The kitchen does kind of smell like something has been burnt, but it was alright.
Sasha was just about to dig in but her girlfriend forcefully restricted her, holding her wrist. In all truth, she was a lot stronger than you'd think, judging by her small frame.
"You ding-dong, we gotta take a picture of them, first!"
"But I don't wannaaaa.." Sasha frowned, uncharacteristically childish for her, distancing herself from them. "It'll take a second, just hang on, Sashy." Marcy said as she aggressively took multiple photos from all angles, almost comically.
"Alrighty, I'm done!"
"Aight cool." And before Marcy could even put her phone away, Sasha was back to her seat, with a fork and a knife in her hands, waiting for Marcy to also sit down.
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"Wow, Marce, these are absolutely terrible."
"I know, the maple syrup's carrying this."
"Yeah."
"We did good, though."
"Kind of. Can I say something real corny?"
"Go ahead."
"I still loved making these with you, even if they taste like poison."
"... I love you."
"Yay."
And Sasha repeatedly smooched Marcy's forehead, making the artist giggle and drop her fork.
<3