#..oh to bake peanut butter oatmeal chocolate cookies again

[st4rsinthenight]

★..hm, currently thinking of creating a baking or cooking journal. Maybe post a cookie recipe here. Yeah, those would be fun things to do.★

[syluscore]

Leon's Special Recipes

~neighbor! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader~

randomly had to write this at 3 am last night. definitely leaves space for a part two if anybody's interested, but i do ask for an idea on how it should go! how would you react in this situation?

Word count: 1068

Content warning: nonconsensual cum eating, male masturbation

!!!!!GHOSTKENNEDY IS STRICTLY 18+! MINORS DNI!!!!!

“Hi, Leon! Come on in,” You open your front door wide for your neighbor. You live in adjacent townhouses, him living on the end so you’re his only true neighbor.

He steps into your entryway and kicks off his shoes. “So, what brings you here?” He pushes a plastic container into your hands. You open it up and are met with the sweet smell of cookies. “What’s all this?”

He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. “Oh, nothing really. Trying new things; new hobbies and such. Trying my hand at baking and needed a taste tester. Luckily for me, I have a neighbor with a sweet tooth.”

You aren’t looking at him as he speaks, rummaging around in the container of freshly baked sweets. “Oh my God! Chocolate chip?” You pull a cookie out and take a huge bite, eyes rolling into the back of your head as the sugar and gooey chocolate hit your taste buds.

You moan out happily and Leon can’t help but smile widely at you, while also shifting his hips to hide his hardening cock from the sounds you’re making–but that’s not important right now. 

You swallow the bite down quickly before taking another. You talk with your mouth full, doing your best to cover your mouth with your hand, but too excited to bother with proper manners. “These are amazing, Leon! How many did you make?”

“Oh, about a dozen. I did keep some for myself. If a man won’t eat his own product, then it’s not a product worth sharing,” He lies through his teeth. He made a half dozen cookies especially for you. They’re not for him, or anyone else at all for that matter. Only you.

You finish a whole cookie and lead him into the kitchen. “Thank you, Leon. That’s so thoughtful. These aren’t going to last long over here. Can’t control myself around sweets.” Perfect. Knew his girl was greedy and it’s working in his favor so nicely. 

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thinking about trying peanut butter, oatmeal, white chocolate, and sugar cookies. Gotta keep myself busy when I’m not working, you know?”

You reach into the container and pull out another cookie. “Sorry, my mouth started watering at the sound of all of those. You gonna stop at cookies or are you going to expand your baking resume into other goodies?”

He hums thoughtfully, “Maybe. You like cupcakes?”

You smile brightly at him, pure joy in your eyes, “I love them!”

He was hoping you would. He’s been looking at homemade frosting recipes and he thinks he could make a pretty good batch of it. It’d be easy to slip his secret ingredient into those. Yeah. Next time he’s at the store, he’ll buy them out of cupcake supplies. Gonna keep you fully stocked on them. 

“I’m glad we can help each other. I got someone to eat my treats and you get treats.” You nod your head as you nibble on your second cookie. “Anyway, sweetheart. Can’t hang around long, got an early morning tomorrow.” More lies. If he doesn’t get his hand around his cock within the next 5 minutes, he just might come in his pants. 

“Oh, of course. Let me walk you out!” You finish your cookie before walking over to the sink and washing your hands, drying them quickly on your pants before leading him back to the front door.

He’s slipping his shoes back on as you thank him again and he quickly heads out the door, for the safety and privacy of his own home. 

He practically slams his front door and locks it before his hands undo his belt, yanking his cock from his jeans and groaning out as his hand squeezes the base. 

He’s not sure where he read it online, or what he was even looking at to find such a thing. Probably a Reddit thread or some gross porn flick. But as soon as he got the idea to put his semen in food, he couldn’t keep himself from feeding it to you. 

He was constantly popping an erection the days leading up to baking your special cookies. But he kept from touching himself so he’d be loaded and desperate when it came time for your filling. When he was finally ready to add his come to the batter, all it took was a few strokes for him to shoot the fattest load he’s ever managed by himself. 

He quickly shoved his dick back in his pants as he stirred it in and poured them onto a non-stick pan. He was still so pent up, he was hard again before the cookies were even done baking. 

He made 6 average size cookies and 1 mini one. He didn’t really enjoy the idea of eating his own semen cookies, but he had to try it to make sure you couldn’t taste something off. He didn’t think it would make any sort of difference, he maintains an okay diet so he doesn’t taste half bad. But he needed to be thorough because he was desperate for this plan to work out.

And as soon as he popped that mini cookie in his mouth and started chewing, he knew you were going to love them. So many chocolate chips and sugar, it’s a sweets lover’s wet dream. He laid them out to cool while he cleaned up and by time the mess was gone, the cookies were cooled down enough to bring to you. So he cleaned himself up, packed up the cookies and walked over to your place.

Within minutes of returning to his own house, he’s leaned back on his couch, shirt stuffed in his mouth as he shoots more come across his abs. His mind is filled with the fresh memories of you eating your cookies and loving them. Thanking him for his special little treat for you.

And the next day when he runs into you on the way to your car and asks if you ate any more cookies, he’s super pleased when you tell him they’re all gone. Ate another before you went to bed. Got up in the middle of the night, tummy growling for another one. And then ate the last two for breakfast. He tells you he’ll get to work on your next batch and you giddily tell him you just can’t wait to try more of his yummy desserts. 

~masterlist~

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[romelle]

Perchance do you have any headcanons to share about Hunk 👉👈? We really didn't get enough of him in canon

we truly didn't!!!!! sorry i made you wait, but i really wanted to post these on his birthday 🥰💐💛🍰💝🌷🌻❣🌈

on their first night as roommates, lance walked into their garrison dorm room with a weird green face mask, and hunk (who just came in minutes ago and did not get to meet him yet) panicked, shrieked, and then hit him on the head with a pillow. he still apologises to this day

shiro: (giving an inspiring speech)

hunk: isn’t that from naruto

he will absolutely tell you that your plan is dumb as shit, but he'll do it while packing an emergency backpack and getting ready to follow you

hunk: no offence, buddy, but that sounds like a bad idea

keith: you don’t have to come with me

hunk, already putting on his suit: no no i’m gonna

he can watch most horror movies with a straight face because he usually finds them predictable; however he WILL start crying if someone on a baking show forgets to grease their pan or has their cake fall over

when he found out that shiro was born on a leap year, he made him a personalised “baby on board” magnet to put on the black lion

pidge: if you had to make someone watch three movies to really get to know you as a person, which three would you pick?

hunk, without hesitation: ratatouille, pride and prejudice 2005, and then ratatouille again except this time i say all the lines in time with the characters

whenever someone asks baby hunk what he wants to be when he grows up, he responds with “an engineer and a dog owner”

lance: okay everyone, mission 'prank keith' is a go. hunk, any ideas?

hunk: uh. what if we tell him we’ll bake him peanut butter cookies, but then we do chocolate chip instead

lance: idea rejected, but i love you

aliens routinely assume that hunk would be the easiest to trick because he’s known as the kindest, and the team really enjoys watching them have an 'oh shit' moment once hunk takes literally two minutes to figure them out

hunk was a huge part of lance’s bi awakening, and lance is not at all ashamed to admit this to anyone who will listen.... which is understandable

lance, late to their usual training session at the garrison: hey man, sorry i’m-

hunk, pushing his bangs out of his face: oh hi lance :-)

lance: oh ok WOW. funny how i suddenly have NO idea what the fuck i was going to say

also, lance totally convinces allura that people on earth call handsome men “hunks” solely due to hunk’s impact, which she readily believes. her lack of hesitance is, again, understandable

hunk: man, i just love you guys

matt: aw! we love you too, hunk

hunk: oh well that's awkward. i was talking to the mice

he responds to all group chat dumbassery with a text that reads "(uncaramelises your onions)"

allura always takes him to diplomatic meetings with her because he’s just such a natural!!! ...and also because they’re both incredibly noisy. but listen! sometimes gossiping about countess grixane’s love life is just so much more fun than boring diplomacy stuff ok

little hunk: (turns the family computer off and then back on again)

hunk’s mom: oh wow....our baby boy....an engineer...

he really likes hanging out with coran!! the man is basically a walking encyclopedia on altean culture (& most other alien cultures, really) AND also has so many wacky mechanical trinkets that hunk loves messing around with

he often talks to himself while cooking, pretending that he’s on his own culinary show. sometimes lance sits on the counter and acts as a laughing track.

hunk, making oatmeal at 7pm: i just think it’s so raw and real and visceral and it’s what we need right now

keith, who walked in to grab a glass of water: ....bet

he has a shirt that says 'i brought a hug to a knife fight' & then underneath that, in much smaller font: 'and also this huge fucking gun'

[metalbvcky]

what are a few of your favorite stucky headcanons?

Oooohhh I’m glad you added ‘a few’ because this is gonna be a long one. :) 

1) Steve’s a morning person. 

I mean are any of us surprised? Of course Steve’s the morning person in the relationship. But do you know what Bucky is? A CUDDLER.

Every morning starts out the same. It’s cold outside and it’s nice and warm in the warm confines of their bed with not two but three fleece blankets on top of their comforter. Steve wears nothing but maybe slash on occasion a pair of thin underwear to sleep because the serum turned him into a human furnace. 

Sure, it’s freezing as hell outside (”Get your butt back in the house, Steve,” Bucky would say back in nineteen-thirty something.) but nothing stops Steve from going out on his morning run. 

Except for Bucky. 

Bucky, who snakes his oh so cold metal arm around Steve’s waist and pulls him close. Like a cat, Bucky presses his cold nose into the crook of Steve’s neck between a long drawn out yawn. 

“Mmm, stay for a while,” Bucky says, both legs trapping Steve’s so he wouldn’t be able to escape even if he dared. 

So Steve caves and does abandons the idea of going out early. Yeah, he’d be a little late by time he does get ready but a half hour past his normal time would suffice. 

But then Bucky still persists when Steve tries to wiggle himself out of his arms, “Five more minutes,” Bucky whines as if he’d get his way. 

“Buck,” Steve chuckles but sighs out, “okay, fine.” 

Five minutes turned out to be an hour, and another half hour because by time Bucky got up, he dragged Steve into the shower with him to do other activities. 

Steve ended up skipping his morning run that day. 

2) Bucky takes up baking, and he really makes an effort by getting good at it too.  

This is inspired by my Bakery!AU WIP of course but honestly, who can’t resist Baker!Bucky? I feel like Bucky would be a stress baker too. What would he make? Probably...

Sourdough, because maybe his ma made it back in the day and it reminds him of home.  

Cupcakes. Full-fledged cakes might be intimating for Bucky so I imagine cupcakes would be easier for him. When he wakes up and pads out into the kitchen, he’d wonder where three of them went before his brain catches up with him: Stevie snuck in some before his morning run thinking I wouldn’t notice.   

Cookies galore. Sugar, gingerbread, gingersnaps, shortbread, raisin oatmeal because Steve’s an old man, snickerdoodles, peanut butter, but most of all: Chocolate chip. But no ordinary chocolate chip. Sam’s mother’s recipe. How does Bucky get it? Well, he somehow manages to persuade Sam for it.  

Again, my Bakery!AU is leaking onto this (lolol) but another thing he’d make: A Russian Honey Cake (Aka: Medovik) not for Steve, no, but for Natasha. Though Steve does compete with Natasha when it comes to requesting Bucky to make it more often. Because damn it if all the baking and assembling each layer takes hours of effort. 

Let’s just say Steve doesn’t complain about the massive amounts of baked goods that magically turn up in their kitchen overnight. 

3) Their apartment becomes overrun by plants, because every time they pass by the local nursery, Steve can’t resist pulling over when Bucky comments about what’s on display up front. 

Bucky becomes a plant Dad™ when it comes to caring for his plants. No, they’re not Steve’s plants because as Bucky puts it: “Every plant you touch, dies.” 

It’s a little harsh, but it’s true. That rose bouquet Bucky surprised Steve with on their date at their favorite restaurant? Wilted the very next day. So Steve doesn’t touch the plants, at all. Instead, he funds Bucky’s hobby by buying every goddamn plant and flower under the sun. All the tools required too. Fancy looking plant plots, anything on Bucky’s Pinterest/Instagram feed/etc. 

Oh and you know what else?? Bucky takes their spare room and turns it into a cozy reading room.  

Not only would it have plants (duh) between a small sofa and a couple of leather chairs, but also a real wooden bookshelf to keep all of their books they start to collect from a local bookstore down the road. Cool looking rugs, accent pieces, fuzzy blankets, and footstools too.

Steve also has his own spot by the window to draw to his heart’s content. Eventually, they’d buy an easel and somehow figure out where exactly to put it because the room’s overrun by furniture and plants. 

The room smells heavenly when Steve opens the door, only to find Bucky laying sideways on the couch with his head propped up with his flesh arm. 

“Care to join me?” Bucky asks as he lowers his book down. 

“Wouldn’t trade it for the world, Buck,” Steve replies, slipping in behind Bucky with his own book he’d chosen prior. 

Thank you for coming to my SteveBucky headcanon ted talk!! Next week: Bucky’s mad obsession with Steve’s holy grail of an ass. (that is true and you know it) 

[13-reasons-ideas]

Can’t Go Back Part 17

A/N: This chapter is pretty fluffy. We get a glimpse at how they are moving forward in their relationship since their fight. I’m planning on uploading a part from Monty’s perspective about what he’s doing Friday after school tomorrow or sometime this weekend. I hope you enjoy. Feedback is appreciated as always and much love. -Em 

I spent the next week actively not checking my emails. I was too afraid to even consider if I would get emails about schools yet.  It had only been a week. But you never know. In an attempt to keep my mind off of the fact that my entire future was now completely and totally out of my control, I tried to fill my time with normalcy. Things I normally did. Things that Monty and I normally did. That normalcy now included carving out an hour and a half for Monty’s physio three days a week, but we made it work.

I tried to get back into my routine. For the most part, I went to bed at the same time every night. Some days Monty went with me, other days he stayed up and did stuff for a while. But he came to bed every night. I went to the game Friday night. Scott and Charlie came over for brunch on Saturday. Justin came over to see his new best friend, I mean me, on Sunday because he picked up a shift Saturday morning. Monty and I did our own things together in the evenings during the week. I pretended to read while he played video games one night. Secretly, I was just watching him. For some reason watching people play video games was highly entertaining. We just did normal things.

We also went grocery shopping Saturday. “Are you sure you want to come with me?” I asked again.

“Yes, I’m sure Addison. Besides, we are over halfway to the store. It’s a little late to change my mind now.”

“Okay. Remember the list please.”

“I know. There’s a list and we get what’s on the list.”

“Exactly.”

At the store, I grabbed a cart and dug through my purse for the list and my pen. Monty took the cart from me without asking. I feigned an affronted look. He smirked back. Cocky bastard. I can already tell this is going to be so fun. I opened my mouth to speak when we got inside. “List, I know. And yes. I remember you’re going to make us get vegetables.”

“And you have to get at least one that you like.” He pouted. “You like carrots.” I offered.

“Fine.” He muttered. We are in a dramatic mood today. It was so peaceful when I went by myself. But I missed this. Monty went and put exactly five bulk carrots in a bag. Not wanting to fight him on carrots, I didn’t say anything. As usual, I was in charge of the rest of our vegetables.

The aisles were an easier task. There were no evil scary vegetable that I would have to force him to eat. I quickly scanned down the list as we entered each aisle. Carefully, everything was placed in the cart just so. “We need this.” Monty said, grabbing a box of cheese its.

“Is it on the list?” In response, he plucked the list and pen from my hand, and scribbled it on.

“It is now.” I rolled my eyes and grinned as he handed it back to me. His cheeky grin made me blush. I turned my back and pretended to look at something when we got to the fruit snack aisle and ignored the telltale thud of a box, make that two boxes, of fruit snacks being chucked in the cart. He didn’t write them on the list.

We both cringed at the price of meat, as usual. But we needed it so there wasn’t a whole lot we could do. I crossed things off that had been missed as we were filling the cart. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like the store was out of anything. “Oh, we need butter.” I muttered.

“Is it on the list?” Monty smirked. Like he had done earlier with the crackers, I quickly wrote it down.

“Yes.” I grinned. He grinned and stopped to kiss me on the cheek.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Now let’s get this done so we can go home and do nothing.”

“Your wish is my command.” There was even a dramatic wave of his arm to accompany his attempt to woo.

“You are so fucking cheesy. I’m telling the guys about that one.”

“Ah, come on Addison. You love it.”

I went to grab a couple of pounds of butter and decided I could trust my adult husband to get some bread and jam on his own. When I found him in the bakery with our cart, I remembered that I married an overgrown child. There was bread. And there was jam. And also, cookies. Four different kinds of cookies. And a thing of strudel. Which, to be honest, I wasn’t that upset about because it’s like the best pastry. But the point is that it was there.

“I asked you to get bread and jam. Not half of the baked goods in the store.”

“But cookies are delicious Addison. And you like their chocolate chip cookies. And for some reason I still don’t understand, plain oatmeal cookies. Don’t even lie and say the strudel was a bad idea.”

“So, the sugar cookies and M&M ones are just to look pretty on the counter?”

“No. Those ones are for me.”

“I married a fuckin’ child.” I muttered softly. We turned when we heard a quiet chuckle behind us. A cute little old couple was watching our interaction with giant smiles.

“Mine still does the same thing dearie.” The woman said to me.

“Remember, we don’t grow up. We just get bigger.” The man smiled.

“I’m beginning to realize.” I laughed.

“See. I told you.” Monty smirked. As if to prove the point they were making, we watched as the man grabbed a container of lemon rolls and placed them in his cart. The woman gave him an exaggerated, exasperated look.

“Wait, how long have the two of you been married?” I asked when they passed us.

“Sixty-five years.” They said together, smiling fondly at each other. Wow. That’s amazing. I was still smiling when we got to the till and checked out.

Our normal routines continued for the rest of the week. School, physio, make dinner, sports, spend time together. The normalcy of it was refreshing.

“You’re scratching.” Monty said offhandedly, without looking up from his notes.

“Am not.”

“You stopped typing five minutes ago Addison.”

“I’m thinking.”

“And scratching.” I rolled my eyes and didn’t respond. I started typing aggressively loud to try and get a rise out of him instead. He didn’t respond at all. Not even an annoyed muscle twitch. We aren’t there yet. Okay. Monty’s phone buzzed on the coffee table beside me. I ignored it. It buzzed again. And then again. Before I could reach for it, he had hobble run over and snatched it out of my reach. I looked at him quizzically. He was trying to think of a reason to be hiding his phone from me. What is going on?

“It’s guy stuff. Jamie is having… girl troubles.”

“Girl troubles.”

“Yeah. His girlfriend but not girlfriend or something is doing stuff.”

“Something and stuff.”

“Yes. So, uh. I’ll be over… over there.” He motioned back to the kitchen table. “You know, dealing with girl troubles.”

“Right.” That was weird. Also, he’s going to pay for the movement in the morning. I went back to my writing and not scratching quietly. Occasionally I would look up over my laptop at Monty. He seemed to be very engrossed in his notes.

“Hey Addison?”

“Hmm?”

“Since the game got cancelled some of us are going over to Jamie’s place tomorrow after school.”

“’Kay.”

“Because girl troubles.”

“Yeah.”

“And stop scratching. You’ll only make the rash worse.”

The next morning, I skipped a shower. Cuddles were too enticing. It was a Friday so I didn’t feel like I had to look all cute. While Monty made himself a smoothie, I grabbed one of his shirts to wear because it was loose enough that it wouldn’t irritate the rash. It finally started to clear up. But now it itches. As though he could hear my thoughts, he called from the kitchen, “stop scratching.”

“Bite me.” I called back.

“If you don’t stop scratching, I will.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” He looked up when he heard me come in the room.

“I was going to wear that today.”

“You have like… fifty more in your half of the closet.”

“I know mum is a history professor, but dad is a businessman. I know he taught you fractions. What I have is not half of the closet.” I merely shrugged. He waved towards the bowl beside the blender. “Chunky monkey with smooth peanut butter.” I sat and took a bite.

“Yum. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Don’t worry about washing the blender. I’ll do it after school.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

School was pretty boring. It was the middle of November, so we were in the awkward not quite midterms but not quite ready for a new unit time. I met Monty at my locker after the last bell. He was waiting for me with Justin and Jamie. “Hey baby.”

“Hey babe. You guys have fun tonight, okay?”

“Yes Ma’am.” Jamie saluted. I shuddered. Monty tried to stifle a laugh.

“Jamie. Do me a favour and never do that again.” I placed a couple of textbooks in my locker. “I’ll see you at home. Can you stop and grab baking powder on your way home tonight?”

“Sure.”

“Why can’t you stop? You’re going straight there.” Justin asked.

“I have a date with a bubble bath.”

“Ooh la la.” Jamie laughed.

“I guess. Didn’t shower this morning and a bath is better for my itching.”

“Oh?” Justin asked.

“I’ll explain later.” I muttered. He furrowed his brow and looked at Monty. I kissed Monty goodbye.

At home, I went to wash my face so I could do the expensive face mask I had been saving for a night alone. I did an exfoliating treatment first and ran my bath. A few scented candles were set on our master bathroom counter and I poured myself a glass of raspberry juice. The book I had been meaning to get around to reading was sitting on the toilet for easy access. Okay fine. One of the books I had been meaning to read. It was very relaxing. I had to dig in the cabinet for my body scrub but found it behind a backup pack of deodorant from Costco. Luckily, the bubble bath was also right there. I poured some in to give it time to foam.

With my face mask done and washed off, I undressed and settled in the tub. The water was boiling hot, just the way I liked it. I sighed and sipped my juice, enjoying a night alone. When the husband is away, wife will pamper. The hot water helped to calm my itching skin. The scrub made my legs nice and smooth before I shaved them and exfoliated a second time. Once the necessaries were taken care of, I could start to relax. Picking up my book, I settled in for the foreseeable future. My book was so interesting and immersive, I completely lost track of time. I was still in the tub when Monty got home. “Addison?” He called when he didn’t find me in the kitchen.

“I’m in the bath.” I called back.

“Okay.” He was opening and closing drawers in our room. He poked his head in the bathroom. “Do you want a glass of water or anything? How long have you been in there?” I paused for a moment to consider. How long had it been?

“What time is it?”

“Almost seven.” My eyes widened.

“Really? Then yeah, I’ll take a glass of water. I’m going to get out right away.” He shut the door behind him and I threw my book across to the door so it didn’t get wet when I got out of the tub.

Once dry and moisturized, I left the bathroom in search of my husband. I found him on the couch scrolling aimlessly through his phone. “I missed you.” I bent behind the back of the couch to kiss his cheek.

“I missed you too. You look very cozy in your fuzzy pyjamas.”

“Why thank you.” I curtsied. He laughed happily. Settling next to him, I laid my head in his lap.

“How was your bath?”

“Amazing. Very relaxing. Oh! And I exfoliated and shaved my legs.” I grinned and lifted my pants leg. “Feel!”

Again, Monty laughed and shook his head. He still reached out and rubbed my leg though. “Very soft and smooth.”

“How was girl problems?”

“I think they’re resolved. It wasn’t as major or as difficult as we thought.”

“That’s good.” I peeked at his phone. He was watching football injury videos. Oh Sweetie. “Hey, how’s your knee?”

“It’s okay. Physio has been helping.”

“I’m glad.” He seemed to realize then that I wasn’t just asking for an update on his progress.

“Oh. I’m just watching this because some of them are funny.”

“Funny?”

“Yeah.” He restarted the video and adjusted his position so I could see too. He was right. Some of them were pretty funny.

It was family brunch Saturday the next day. Scott, Charlie, and Justin all came over. As usual, the four young men were more than happy to eat relatively work free. Monty did have to help me reach a few things and our guests helped set the table. But for the most part, I did the work. It was relaxing for me. Monty still felt a little uncomfortable having me do most of the work in the kitchen, but I didn’t mind. It was my choice to do it. I enjoyed it. And it made things much smoother when I was working solo.

Since it was just a casual pancake breakfast this week and just the five of us, I didn’t really feel a need to shower before they came over.  As such, I was still in my pyjamas most of the morning. They didn’t mind. We hung out for a while after brunch together. By the time everyone was getting ready to leave around two, I decided it was time to shower and make myself feel like a human again. “I’m running Scott’s place for a bit. We have a couple of things to go over with Charlie for next week’s game.” Monty explained when I was going to shower.

“No problem. I’ll just be here writing or reading or something.” From the bathroom I could hear him putzing around our room. I didn’t think too much of it. He was probably looking for a playbook or something.

After my shower, I wrapped my towels around me, fully prepared to throw on a pair of leggings and an oversized sweater for the rest of the day. Instead, I was puzzled to find a large white box in the centre of the bed. There was a bow and a single pink Post it note stuck to the lid. It simply said wear me on it in blue ink. I frowned in confusion but opened it anyway. Nestled inside was a classic, Hepburn-esque little black dress. I gasped and covered my mouth in shock. Gently lifting the dress out of the box I held it out at arm’s length to examine it. It was beautiful. This man is full of surprises. Not wanting to wrinkle the dress, I carefully set it on the bed while I grabbed a hanger.

Once it was hung up, I put on a pair of sweats and an old pyjama shirt. In the kitchen, I found another note next to the coffee machine. This one was on a yellow Post it, also in blue ink. No coffee. Look up. I frowned again. Why no coffee? Looking up on the underside of the cabinet, I found another yellow Post it. This one had an arrow pointing towards the living room. There, yet another Post it. This one was blue. There was another arrow pointing at the coat closet. A green Post it was stuck to the closet door. Be ready at 5:00. Wear your matching black pointy shoes. Now I was even more confused. Well, it says be ready. I shrugged and checked my watch. It was just past two. I rolled my eyes at the coffee note and made myself a cup anyway. I wouldn’t need to be up all night, but note be damned. I wanted coffee. I savoured it while I let my thoughts run wild of what could be in store for my night. At home fancy dress dinner? Going out for dinner? A walk in the financial district in the city? Hmmm. By two forty-five, I had finished my coffee and started getting ready.

I carefully put on the dress after I had washed my face again. I decided to curl my hair in tight ringlets so that when I brushed them out, they wouldn’t fall flat immediately. I let them set while I did my makeup. So, I didn’t get makeup all over my dress, I draped a towel around my neck to cover it. The simple black cat eye and blue red lipstick paired wonderfully with the classic, timeless style of the dress. A neutral blush and light bronzer added colour and balance to complete the look. I carefully brushed out the curls into nice waves framing my face. Using a decorative bobby pin, I pulled my bangs away from my face. Exiting our room after putting on my tennis bracelet-a birthday gift from my Gran a couple of years ago- I looked at the clock on the stove. It was four fifty. I had ten minutes to spare. Slipping on my heels, I went through my wallet and took out my ID and credit card. I had assumed that we would be going out and Monty usually kept my cards in his wallet.

The sound of a car pulling into our driveway pulled me from my thoughts. I opened the door when the car door shut. Monty was walking up to the house in a very familiar white dress shirt and black slacks. Damn, he cleans up good. I thought it every time he dressed up, no matter how often I saw it. His eyes widened slightly, and he stopped to take in my look. I stopped him in his tracks. I blushed and did a little twirl. He whistled through his teeth. “You look. Absolutely amazing.”

“You look incredible. Have I ever told you, you clean up really well?”

“Once or twice.” He shrugged. I smiled widely. He finished his walk up to the house and took my hands in his, really taking the time to take me in. “You really do look beautiful Addison.”

“Thank you.” I blushed again. My engagement ring sparkled in the setting sun. Monty’s black tungsten ring felt cool in my hand. Together, we walked to the car. We took my car, but I let him drive. It’s our insurance. “Are you going to tell me where we are going?”

“Nope.” He said as he pulled out of the driveway.

“Okay.” We chatted quietly on the way to our mystery location. Given the time, I assumed we were going to a restaurant. When we got closer to the county limits, I realized we were going into the city for dinner. I watched the cars speeding past us on the highway in the other direction. People were eager to be getting home from spending their days shopping or running errands.

I tried to figure out where we were going once we got to the city based on the turns Monty made. I was familiar with most of the downtown and financial districts due to visiting my dad at work when I was younger. I was a little surprised when he pulled in the parking lot for the new Italian place that opened last month. I wasn’t surprised because I was concerned about cost or anything like that. We just weren’t really fancy restaurant people very often. It was a pleasant surprise.

When he parked, we walked hand in hand to the door. He was a perfect gentleman and held the door not only for me but for the couple behind us. I smiled at him while we waited to be seated. He squeezed my hand. We were seated at a more secluded table, closer to the back of the restaurant. The table was lit by candlelight and dim recessed lighting in the aisle. It’s beautiful. Our waiter came by and introduced himself as Anthony. I ordered a cranberry juice with ice and Monty got a Coke. Anthony gave us a few minutes with the menus. As soon as I saw traditional carbonara on the menu, I had made a firm decision. Monty and I sat in comfortable silence while we perused the menu. Even though I knew what I wanted, it never hurt to look at the other options.

After we ordered-carbonara for me and lobster ravioli for Monty-Anthony left us to our evening. “This is really nice.” I said, after a sip of my juice.

“I figured we deserved nice. Or rather, you deserved nice. After everything… and I know you’ve been stressed about school. So, I figured you could use a night off.” He left the obvious tension between us and the cause for it unsaid. We both knew the reason.

“It’s still nice. And we do deserve it. This dress is beautiful by the way.”

“I thought you would like it.”

“When exactly did you acquire it?” I asked, with a sly raise of my brow.

“About yesterday…” Montgomery began, “Jamie wasn’t having girl troubles.”

“I kind of figured. Have they even decided if they have anything to have troubles over?”

“No. They’re still not together. But they go places together and buy each other things. And have sex. Apparently, there is a lot of sex.”

“But they aren’t dating.”

“No.”

“Maybe he is having girl troubles.”

“Maybe.” He chuckled. Anthony came by with our orders. Unsurprisingly, the food was delicious. Mouth wateringly delicious. My eyes widened in ecstasy. So did Monty’s after he took a bite of his own food. We each shared a bite with each other and smiled. So good. So so good.

We spent the rest of our evening talking and enjoying being with each other. It was very nice. We hadn’t gotten to do the whole going out and just being together thing in a while. I pushed the last of my carbonara around on my plate. I wasn’t bored exactly. I was having a wonderful time. “Hey. Where’d you go?” Monty reached across the table to take my hand.

“Oh. Nowhere. I was just thinking.”

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“This is really nice.” I paused.

“But…?”

“I would honestly much rather be at home in sweatpants watching the new episodes of Law & Order from the other night.”

“Me too.” He giggled. I couldn’t help but giggle along with him. He motioned to our waiter for the bill. The black holder was placed in between us. Monty placed some cash inside and set it down without so much as a glance at me. He helped me with my coat and took my hand after he put on his own. As soon as we got out of the restaurant, I stopped and turned to him.

“Race you to the car.” I grinned before taking off like a bat out of hell. I heard him bark out a laugh behind me. I didn’t look back. Nor did I turn when I heard his footsteps. He wasn’t running because of his knee. They were getting closer though. Even without running, he was able to gain on me because of his gait.  Running in heels was not the easiest thing in the world but I managed to beat him to the car. When he arrived with the keys, I was grinning at him, triumphantly from the passenger’s side. “I won.”

“Yes you did.” He was grinning back at me.

When we got home, the two of us changed into our comfiest sweatpants and t-shirts. I threw on my old Tigers hoodie and popped a bag of popcorn in the microwave after taking off my makeup. Monty pulled up the recorded episodes. I couldn’t tell if he wore his grey sweats on purpose or not. We got comfortable on the couch and hit play. From the get-go this episode of SVU had both of us on the edge of our seats. The popcorn was mostly untouched. I teared up multiple times. When it was over, I ripped the remote from the coffee table and scrolled up to the new episode of Organized Crime. I couldn’t stand to wait any longer than strictly necessary. Our eyes were glued to the screen for the whole hour, minus the fast forwarding through commercials. By the end, we turned to each other in shock. “Wow.” Was all I could say about it.

“The new theme song is pretty great.”

“Yes. I don’t know how to process any other thoughts about it though.”

“Me either.”

“Very worth the wait.” Monty only nodded in response. I yawned and stretched. It was getting pretty late. The afternoon coffee I had wore off a while ago.

“Tired Bookworm?” I yawned again and nodded. Monty carried me to bed and tucked me in. I cuddled up beside him.

Before falling asleep I mumbled, “thank you for tonight. Was really nice. Ni’ night.”

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Thera’s Journal Entry #31

“Hello, Eva.” I greeted the old woman with a smile.

“Ah, Thera. It is good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you as well. Any new recipes you’ve thought up?” I asked.

“A new one for biscotti. I have it written down right here, just for you.” She reached into a pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, then handed it to me.

I took a look at it then had Scout transmatt it to my desk back in my room.

“You’re about to get to work baking, I presume?” She questioned.

I nodded. “Yep.” I lifted my hand to show a piece of paper that had a lot of names on it, with a name of a baked good right beside each one.

Every year I went around, giving baked goods.

“Now, I’m going to read through this and you tell me if I’m forgetting anyone.”

I read through the list.

Zavala- Gjallardoodles

Ikora- Traveler Donut Holes

Amanda- Chocolate Ship Cookies

Banshee- Telemetry Tapioca

Suraya- Eliksni Birdseed

Devrim- Gentleman’s Shortbread

Eris- Ascendant Oatmeal Raisin Cookies

Shaxx- Vanilla Blades

Drifter- Dark Chocolate Motes

Petra- Ill-Fortune Cookies

Saint- Lavender Ribbon Cookies

Eva- Classic Butter Cookies

Variks- Etheric Coldsnaps

Shaw- Blueberry Crumblers

Tess- Bright Dusted Snowballs

Exo Stranger- Mini Blueberry Tarts

Osiris- Peanut Butter Cookies

Ann- Mini Brownie Cakes

“I think you’ve gotten everyone.” Answered Eva after I had finished.

“Good. Do you think there all good choices?” I asked her, wanting to make sure that I wasn’t going to make someone something they didn’t like.

“I believe it’s all fine. May I ask, who is this Ann person?”

“Oh! She’s a hunter who arrived at the Tower months ago. She’s become a friend of mine.”

“I have heard that you’ve started mentoring a young hunter. Was that her that you had started a snowball fight with a while ago?”

“Yeah, that was her.”

“She’s talked to me a few times. She seems like a very nice girl.”

“She is. Anyway, I had better be going. I’ve got to get started on all this baking down in the city.”

“Of course. See you soon, Thera!”

I turned and headed towards the elevator that led down to the city.

I had a kitchenette in my room, but there wouldn’t be enough room for everything I planned on baking.

There was a building down in the city that had a room that was just a big kitchen. The building was owned by a man named Alexander and his family. It was a restaurant which was well known and commonly used. Everyone knew of it. It was closed around the Dawning, and Alex let me use it to make my gifts.

His daughter, Ella, was waiting for me by the door. Ella would be helping me with anything I needed. She was the oldest child of the family, and would be taking on the job after her father got to old to do so. Because of this, she knows her way around the kitchen quite well, and would be able to find anything I need. She wore a long brown coat, a brown hat with brown gloves, and brown snow boots. It wouldn’t surprise me if brown was her favorite color.

She looked up at me as I went over and unlocked the door. We both stepped inside the heated building, which felt nice after being in the cold. 

We went past the tables and entered past a door that led to the large kitchen. Ella flicked the lights on.

“Alright,” She said, taking off her gloves, hat and coat, and hanging them on a hook near the door. I did the same with my leather jacket. I was in casual clothes, since I knew I wouldn’t be doing any missions today. “What will we be starting with?”

I pulled out my list and went over to one of the many counters. I quickly scribbled down ‘Crow- Biscotti’ at the bottom of the paper. 

“We’ll start with Gjallardoodles for Zavala.” I said.

And off we went, practically dancing around the kitchen as we preheated the ovens, turned on the fryers, and started to mix up the recipes.

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After a long few hours, we only had Eris, Drifter, and Eva left. Eva’s butter cookies were in the oven, and Ella was putting Drifter’s away into a tin box. I was preparing Eris’s cookies when we heard the front door open. 

I dropped down the last cookie on the pan, then turned to see Ann walking in.

“Oh wow, it smells good in here.” She said, pulling back the hood from her cloak.

“What do you need?” I asked, turning again to put Eris’s cookies in the oven.

“I just came to see what you were doing. Eva Lavante told me you were over here.”

“I’m just finishing up some baking. Speaking of which,” I said, picking up a tin box full of mini brownies. “Happy Dawning.” I handed her the box, which I had ordered specially a month ago to have a hunter insignia on the top.

Ann opened it and picked up a mini brownie, popping it into her mouth. “They’re so good!” She exclaimed, grabbing two more.

“Is this what you do every year?” Poppy asked, appearing at Ann’s shoulder.

“Yep,” I turned at the sound of the oven going off, and put on some oven mitts to remove Eva’s cookies.

I put the cookies on a counter then grabbed a spatula to start putting Amanda’s cookies, which had been cooling, in their own special tin box.

Every year I get specially made tin boxes for everyone. Each one had a picture that had to do with them, something they did, or something they liked. For example, Drifter’s tin box had the twin snakes on it.

“Alright, all the food had cooled, now we’ve just got to start putting them away into their tins.” I stated, clapping my hands.

“Oh, I can help with that!” Suggested Ann.

“Alright,” Ella pointed to where all the cookies were. “Get to work. The tin cans are under each plate of cookies. We’ve arranged it so that you’ll know which cookies go in which box.”

Ann went over, grabbed a spatula, and joined us.

Soon, Eris’s cookies were done, and I put them away into their own tin.

I stepped back with a smile. “Alright. Now I just have to deliver them. I can do that at my own. Thanks you too for the help.”

Ella and Ann both gave me a high five.

“Scout,” My Ghost turned when I called his name. He had been talking with Poppy.

He hummed.

“Transmatt these things away, and we’ve gotta go get started on the giving.” The cookies transmatted away where Scout could transmatt them back when I went to give them away.

“I’ll get to work on cleaning.” Said Ella, picking up the pans and spatulas and dropping them in a large sink.

“I’ll help her.” Ann said with a wave as I headed out the door.

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11 cookies/baking

What's in the cookies!?

Eddie was enjoying Buck's baking steak but if it continued they'd need to hit the gym harder to keep up.

"You're just spoiling us at this point." He said looking at the newest batch he'd made.

"I'm never gonna be good enough to show these to Bobby if I don't keep doing it until I find a recipe that tastes incredible." Buck said taking a bite.

Maddie, chimney, hen, Karen, Carla, even tia Pepa and his abuela had a batch. Athena was lucky he lived with Bobby. Eddie assumed the same went for Michael but he wasn't sure. They were sworn to secrecy.

"This is it. These are the ones for the Christmas party." Buck said bringing over one for Eddie and Christopher to try.

"You said that about the gingerbread cookies. Please let these be it."

"Shortbread was too plain. Same with chocolate chip, sugar cookies, and lemon. No to the double chocolate, no to the oatmeal raisin, no on the mint. Peanut butter wasn't half bad. "

"These are snickerdoodle?" Eddie asked while Christopher quietly munched on his humming.

"They're supposed to be. Does it taste wrong?"

"No. They're better than store bought that's for sure. I still say gingerbread but thes ones are good too." Eddie came over to kiss buck.

Alright I'll get more ingredients for next month.

It was now the day before the party as Buck finished watching the cookies bake. In less than 24 hours they'd be eating them and enjoying them all together.

Buck layed down feeling like he'd forgotten something but the anticipation of Bobby's face when he tasted them was at the forefront of his mind. At least until Eddie started kissing buck's neck and one thing led to another as they had sex quietly before cleaning up then falling asleep.

They waited for the second alarm before getting up because they had a late shift anyways.

With all three of them dressed and ready they took off to meet everyone at firehouse.

It was mostly a potluck but there was going to be plenty that was for sure.

"Hi everybody. Sorry we're late but it'll be worth it. I promise." Buck said as Eddie smiled with Christopher.

"Aww. And here I lost the bet you'd be over 30 minutes late by 4 minutes." Chimney joked while helping with what they had in their hands.

Maddie smirked at the foil wrapped plate as buck moved them over.

"Hey Bobby. Do you got a minute for something?" Buck asked coming over to the oven.

"Sure thing buck. Just give me a minute. Unless, Athena mind watching this for me please?"

"Sure. But I've got a feeling he's up to something. Whatever it is I want it recorded just in case I can't see it myself." She said looking at buck's nervous body language.

"No worries. I've got ya covered? " Maddie told her as Bobby followed buck over.

Chimney was standing besides the dessert table just leaving with some eggnog as buck opened his plate.

"Cookies?" Bobby smiled. "For me?"

"Yeah. Kinda. I wanted to see if you thought they were any good. They're snickerdoodle. Made 'em from scratch and all." Buck offered the plate as he saw Maddie recording.

"Hmm. The flavors just right. Little crispy round the edges but that just adds to the texture, they're great buck. Thank you." Bobby came over to hug him.

"I'm glad you liked them. Gingerbread was my plan B for New Year's." Buck winked at Eddie.

He began passing out the cookies before the food which was quite a statement for Bobby to be doing himself.

Eddie came over to buck and bumped his shoulder before kissing him. "See, I knew he'd like them if they were made by you. Plus they taste amazing babe. Wait, where's you engagement ring?"

Buck looked down at his hand to see his bare finger. His eyes traveled up to Bobby handing out the cookies while proud of buck's baking skills. Oh no.

"Everyone stop what you're doing!" Buck shouted as they all turned to him confused.

Eddie put two and two together beside him.

"His ring is in one of the cookies. Careful biting the snickerdoodle's. Break them in halves or fourths first please." Eddie explained as Bobby looked down at the plate.

Maddie who was recording another video gasped as he finished what he said.

Slowly everyone that had cookies broke them before eating them but no one found the ring.

Buck Bobby and Eddie started breaking the ones still on the plate too but still nothing.

"I felt like I forgot something when I baked them yesterday but I couldn't remember what. This must have been it but no one bit it or found it and that ring is gonna be noticed if you swallow it." Buck wondered as they looked perplexed.

"Buck maybe it's at home and you just left it near the sink or you weren't wearing it while you baked."

Just then chimney came upstairs with Denny and Christopher.

Eddie noticed the cookie in his hand first as he was about to bite it.

"Chim no!" They all said together as he jumped and dropped the cookie.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to be the first one to taste it buck. I didn't even get to with showing the kids the fire truck again." He said picking up the pieces to throw it away while frowning when he noticed something shiny inside. "Is that a-?"

"Buck's engagement ring? Yes. And they just saved you from a trip to the dentist." Maddie said recording him now.

"I could have died." Chimney held his chest dramatically earning a groan from buck.

"It was an accident. I didn't mean to and you didn't even bite it." Buck grumbled while taking back the ring to clean before wearing it.

"What's going on? The main food's ready." Hen said coming over from mingling with Athena.

"I've got it all right here. Come on, I've gotta show Athena anyways." Maddie called her raising herv phone while going back towards the kitchen.

"Even with the mishap Buck the cookies were still great. You should try one Chim." Bobby offered the plate of broken bits.

"Finally." Chimney said as he took a taste.

The sound of Athena and Hen laughing away made Buck blush as Eddie came over to kiss him.

"At least it's a good story buck. No one got hurt and your cookies were fantastic babe. It's a win."

Buck sighed. It definitely wasn't a complete loss.

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te4.pdf

A n3w-ne1ghb0r.zip story 

Pairing: Elliot Alderson x Reader 

Summary: Can be read individually or as part of the series. The apartment next to Elliot’s has been empty since Shayla. Someone finally moves in, and it’s worse than Elliot could have ever imagined. 

Warnings: implied sexual fantasies, language

Word Count: 1,779

“I met my new neighbor,” Elliot announced, “She’s nice.”

He gazed at the bookcase to his left, skimming his gaze across the spines of all the leather-clad pages. Krysta sat opposite of him in her usual chair while she attempted to decode his expression.

“She?” she inquired.

Elliot nodded in response. “Yeah. Her name’s Y/N.”

“What made her so nice?” Krysta wondered.

Elliot subconsciously fiddled with his fingers in his lap. What was he supposed to say? That he liked the way your eyes sparkled when you laughed? That he hoped it was you whenever there was a knock at the door? That he walked Flipper at the time you usually get home in hopes that he’ll pass by you in the hallway to give you a simple nod? That he keeps as quiet as possible in his apartment, so he can hear your soft humming and singing when he’s feeling lonely?

He shrugged, meeting Krysta’s eyes for a second before his sight continued his path to the closed door to the right of him. “When I met her, she invited me over for tea.”

“How did you meet her, Elliot? I don’t think you mentioned it,” Krysta tilted her head ever so slightly in curiosity.

Elliot remembered it easily. It was 6 days ago, almost a week.

He’d been walking Flipper, and he had just entered the building. While climbing the stairs, he heard someone cursing under their breath, but dismissed it until he arrived on the fourth level. At the end of the hallway, at the door right beside his, stood a lovely figure with arms full of groceries. - “Shit!”

“Do you need some help?” Elliot didn’t know why his voice spoke, but it almost came out without his permission.

You turned around to face him while he brushed the hood of his jacket off his head, absentmindedly trying to fix his hair after the gesture. “It’s fine,” you shyly replied, “but thank you.”

Elliot nodded curtly before he continued walking towards your figure until he stood beside you to unlock his door while Flipper stiffed your legs. By the time he’d opened it, he noticed you were still struggling, so he timidly took the keys out of your hands, careful not to brush your fingers, before he unlocked the door for you and placed the keys in one of the paper bags.

“Thank you,” you murmured. He was about to disappear into his apartment with Flipper when you remembered, “You’re Elliot, right?” Big, green eyes turned to meet yours again, so you explained, “I’m Y/N. The landlord told me I’d be living next to you. I, um… Do you want to come in? I made something for you.”

Elliot didn’t respond for a second, but then he realized you were still holding your groceries. “No thanks.”

“Okay,” you understood, “Can I drop them by after I set these down?”

Elliot nodded in affirmation before you sent him a small smile and disappeared into your new apartment. He took that as a sign to also go inside, and he let Flipper off her leash. Just as he stood from kneeling beside the dog, she let out a soft bark. A knocking at the door signaled that you’d returned, and Elliot quickly opened the door, only to have Flipper quickly run up to sniff more at your feet. You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your mouth at the little black mop of fur, and had it not been for the large plate in your arms, you would’ve ruffled the little booger’s fluff.

“Sorry,” Elliot mumbled while picking Flipper up in his arms to keep her from bothering you. However, you shook your head at it.

“Don’t be sorry. I love dogs, and this one seems sweet.” You managed to shift the platter to one of your hands, so you could reach out to scratch behind those little black ears. “What’s your name, little one?”

“Flipper,” Elliot answered for her, “Her name’s Flipper.”

Flipper wagged her tail at your affection before she started squirming in Elliot’s arms in an escape attempt while she tried her hardest to lick your hand. “She’s a sweetheart… Oh! I forgot!” you withdrew your hand from Flipper to better balance the load in your arms, and you held out the wrapped dish. “These are for you. They’re cookies. I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I made sugar and chocolate chip. I was going to make peanut butter, snickerdoodles, and oatmeal raisin too, but I wasn’t sure if you were allergic to peanuts or cinnamon, so I stuck with the basics.”

“Thanks,” Elliot almost smiled at your nervousness. He looked from the cookies to Flipper, who still squirmed in his arms. “Could you maybe set them inside?”

You nodded before he stepped aside and silently invited you in. After you stepped inside, Elliot kicked the door closed, and you assured him, “You can set her down if you want. I really don’t mind.

He nodded at you before you strolled over to the nearby kitchen counter, where you placed the cookies. The sound of jingling mixed with the patter of little paws warned you just before you felt soft sniffing and licking at your legs again.

You turned your attention to Flipper before you crouched down next to her to pet her. “Hi, Flipper. I’m Y/N. It’s lovely to meet you. You’re awfully silly, aren’t you? You are just a little ham! What a good girl.” you giggled as Flipper tried to hop onto your thighs, so she could lick your face, but you kept her at bay, satisfying her with more scratches to her ears and back. Eventually, she calmed down some and rolled onto her back, begging for belly scratches, which you were happy to give her.

Elliot watched the interaction between you and Flipper for a bit before he realized he was smiling slightly at the sight. When he caught himself, he felt his cheeks heat up a bit. You were beautiful, but you seemed sweet too. So sweet, in fact, that Elliot felt an itch in that part of his mind, the one that doesn’t allow good to exist without condition.

He knew things like this didn’t happen. Pretty neighbors don’t move in and befriend him. Even if they did, he wouldn’t even have a chance with her. She probably wouldn’t even give him the time of day romantically.

“I should probably go,” you stated while standing up from playing with Flipper, “I’m sorry if I’m intruding at all. It was lovely to meet you, Elliot.”

“You aren’t intruding.” His voice is soft while he barely shook his head. You almost didn’t hear it.

You smile at him appreciatively before you reason, “Thank you. I do still have to put my groceries away, though. Thank you for inviting me in. Your apartment is nice. I don’t think most people would like it, but I do… And, if you ever need someone to watch Flipper or walk her or anything, let me know.”

“Thank you.” You turned to leave with Flipper following you to the door, but before you had the chance to turn the knob, Elliot’s voice stopped you. “I’m not allergic to peanuts.” You turned to face him again to find his fists shoved deep into the pockets of his black hoodie. “or cinnamon… I’m not allergic to anything, actually.”

“I’ll have to bake for you some more then,” you concluded, leaving a thoughtful pause as punctuation. “Elliot?” He looked up to meet your eyes, and his breath almost caught in his throat. “Did you maybe want to stop by for tea sometime?”

Elliot couldn’t possibly form words at your request, so he simply nodded.

“Alright. Come by when you get a chance. You can bring Flipper too.”

And just like that, you left. - “I ran into her when I was walking Flipper. She was just coming back from the grocery store,” Elliot stated.

Krysta smiled at him ever so slightly. “Do you think you’ll go to tea?”

“I don���t know.”

“Why not?” She deflated ever so slightly, but Elliot didn’t notice much. His brain was preoccupied with other things.

Elliot tried to appear nonchalant when he supposed, “I don’t know.”

Krysta noticed, though. She watched him think for a minute, simultaneously trying to assess the situation. “Is she pretty?”

Images flashed through Elliot’s head, some of them memories, some of them only imagined by his mind. Sunlight soaking your hair, igniting the strands from within while you listened intently to him when walking Flipper together. A smile that didn’t quite meet your eyes across your bare face as you greeted him in the hallway after a long day at work. Your hair sticking to your damp forehead and your mouth parted with a silent scream of pleasure; nails digging into his chest enough to steady yourself while your hips moved against his. The fluttering fabric of your skirt barely brushing against your legs while you spun. Flipper licking your face from your position, back on the floor with squished up features. Gloomy light from a cloudy day caressing every exposed inch of your skin through a window, your form covered only by your messy hair and a sheet to which you clung. Ice cream smeared on your nose, eyes crossed, and tongue out as you attempted to eat every last drop of your dessert. Nothing but a flour spotted apron adorning your body while you baked in the kitchen, light bruises littering your neck. Your beaming face poking out of a pile of fuzzy blankets. The hilarious look of panic across your features while you catch the phone you nearly dropped half a second prior. Handcuffs around your wrists, making sure they stay attached to the bedpost while he had his way with you.

“I guess so… I never really thought about it.”

“But haven’t you thought about her? After all, would you have mentioned her if you hadn’t?”

Elliot was silent. He knew she had him in a corner, and she knew it.

If he said he didn’t think so, she would continue to press him about the matter. That could lead to her discovering more than he wanted her to know. So, he only told her part of the truth.

He nodded. “You’re right. I think I could like her.”

“Maybe you should ask her out,” Krysta suggested.

“Maybe,” Elliot agreed, “Maybe I’ll ask her when I go over for tea.”

Elliot knew he wouldn’t, but it was still a nice thought. Another image to add to the collection in his mind that he would never experience. Guys like him didn’t get girls like you.

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All I Need~ Part 3

Pairings: Josh Dun x Pregnant!Reader

Overview: You move to Columbus, Ohio to live with your brother after your ex-boyfriend becomes abusive after telling him of a surprise pregnancy. You become involved in the church and unknowingly befriend the Dun family. After finally meeting Josh, there’s a connection between the two of you that lands you in some complicated situations.

Warnings: None for this chapter.

Y/N = Your Name

Y/B/N = Your Brother’s Name

A/N: I am so sorry this update took so long! My plan when I started writing this was to update weekly but school has gotten CRAZY. I’m just going to write and post when I find time. Sorry for the inconsistency.

A/N 2: The story is going to pick up soon! This is a slow half-pointless chapter but I feel like it’s a little necessary to establish a friendship.

“Oh my… mother flipping… gosh dang it! Agh!” You groaned as you jumped in your skinny jeans, struggling to get them to button over your ever growing belly. It was just a small bump but it was actually noticeable at this point. “Ugh!” You moaned, lowering yourself to lay down on your back, sucking everything in as a last attempt to get these jeans on. Miraculously, it worked.

You hobbled into the living room, adjusting your pants as you went, and plopped onto the couch next to your laptop, “I am definitely going to invest in some more leggings.” You said to your brother who was in the kitchen. You opened your laptop and began doing another endless bout of pregnancy research. “Look at this. I feel like I’m too big to be nine weeks.” You looked closer at the screen filled with nine week pregnancy bellies.

Y/B/N sat next to you and inspected the pictures, pointing at one, “Look at that one. She’s just as big as you. It’s probably a person-by-person kinda thing. Don’t worry about it.” He tried comforting you but your nearly bursting jeans told you otherwise.

Suddenly, your phone went off next to you.

Unknown: Hey! It’s Josh. My mom wanted to know if you could stop by the house but her phone died.

“Who is it?” Your brother asked, seeing your face as you read the message.

“It’s Josh.” You answered in disbelief. He actually texted you, “Laura Lee wants me to come over today for something.”

“OOOOOH! Or Josh wants you to come over for something.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

You shoved his shoulder, “Gosh, how old are you? 13?”

You: What for? And what time?

Almost immediately you got a response.

Josh: Whenever you can. It’s for the church bake sale.

Internally, you groaned. How did you forget about that? There was a little community street fair and the church was baking goods to sell to raise money for the youth group. Glancing at the clock, you saw it was only 9:14 in the morning.

You: I have to run an errand but I can be there around 11:30?

Josh: Awesome :) Thanks!

Y/B/N leaned in until his face was only centimeters from your cheek, “So…?” He cooed in your ear.

Rolling your shoulders to push his face away, you stood up, “I’m gonna go help Laura Lee bake some stuff for the youth group fundraiser.” You walked into the kitchen and grabbed a granola bar that you ate while putting on your converse and shouldering your purse.

“They should start paying you.” He joked when you opened the door.

You rolled your eyes, “Tell me about it. Keys?” You asked and he threw the keys to his car to you. Then it occurred to you, “Oh wait, you don’t need to go anywhere today, right?”

He shook his head, “Nah. I have a crap ton of work to do for school.”

“Alrighty then. See ya!” You closed the door behind you and drove off to buy some leggings. You weren’t ready to give in and buy maternity pants yet. Even though you were well aware that you obviously got bigger when you were pregnant, you refused that you were big enough to need maternity pants.

An hour and two leggings later, you left the store with a bag in hand. You sat in the driver’s seat and glanced at the clock. 10:45. Maybe your errands wouldn’t take as long as you expected.

You: Hey Josh. Errands went faster than expected. Might be there a little early. Is that OK? Do you need me to bring anything?

Josh: Yeah she’s been baking since 8 so it’s no problem. And we have everything, thanks though.

You: Cool be there soon :)

~

You knocked on the door and Bill opened the door, “Hi Y/N! Come on in!”

“Hey Bill! How’re you doing today?” You asked, walking into the house and towards the kitchen.

He chuckled a little, “I’m doing pretty good. I tried helping Laura Lee but I put the sugar in the wrong bowl and almost got hit with a rolling pin so I’m just trying to stay out the their way.”

You laughed, “It was a valiant effort.” When you got into the kitchen, you were attacked by hugs from Laura Lee.

“Aw thank you for coming over! Oh my, you guys are growing more and more every time I see you!” Her hands found your belly that was much more prominent in your tighter tank top now than it was a week ago at the barbeque.

You leaned back, looking at your belly with a warm smile, “Yeah, it’s getting more and more real every day.” You laughed.

“Hey Y/N!” Ashley and Josh greeted from various spots of the kitchen.

You waved, “Hi guys! So what can I help with?”

She walked around the kitchen, pointing things out as she went, “So we have chocolate chip cookies currently baking right now but we have to bake at least three more batches. Josh is working on snickerdoodles. Ashley is doing peanut butter cookies. I’m doing sugar cookies. You can work on oatmeal raisin.” As she pulled out everything you would need, your heart dropped a little bit. All of these delicious cookies and you get stuck with oatmeal raisin.

“Alright.” You said to yourself as you tied your hair up in a messy bun and washed your hands before reading the recipe. Six cups of flour, two cups of sugar, etc… Geez, how many cookies did you guys need to make? You looked around for the flour and couldn’t see it anywhere. “Does anyone have the flour?” You asked.

“I got it right here.” Josh said, carrying the large bag over to you. When he set it on the counter, you couldn’t help but laugh as a large cloud of flour covered his face in a light mask of white.

“Thanks.” You giggled, handing him the nearest washcloth you could find. “You get a little too into your work.” You teased.

He wiped his face clean, “You gotta give 100% or nothing at all.” He smiled back. Josh glanced around for a moment before handing you the measuring cups and returning to his small baking station.

Twenty minutes later, you leaned against the flour dusted counter, hands resting on your belly as you recovered from the extensive amount of abnormally large cookie batter mixing you had just done. “Are you alright over there?” Laura Lee asked, taking cookie pans out of the oven and replacing them with unbaked ones.

You gave her a reassuring smile, “Yeah, I’m fine! Still just getting used to getting tired so easily.”

“Well if you’re done with the batter why don’t you get a glass of water and sit down for a few. There’s not much we can do right now anyways. The line of cookie dough to be baked is backed up for at least the next few hours so we have some time to kill.” She was laughing a little bit at you out of sympathy as she grabbed a cup from the cupboard, handing it to you.

You muttered a thank you as you filled the glass and sat down at the kitchen table with a sigh of relief. Josh came by and sat next to you, “Thanks for the free slave labor.”

“You mean I’m not getting paid?!” You exclaimed with sarcasm.

He sucked in a breath, “Wow… this is awkward.” You both laughed a little bit.

“Hey, how long are you in Columbus for? Like don’t you have band-stuff to do?” You asked, sipping your water.

He shrugged, “I have two more weeks of play. Tyler and I are both up here visiting family before we start getting ready for a big tour.”

“Does that ever suck? Touring that much? It must get exhausting.” You pried.

“Ehh, I mean Tyler is like a girlfriend so it doesn’t get lonely-”

You laughed, “Oh gosh, you guys are like this in real life too?”

Josh put his hand on his heart, “Tyler is the love of my life!” He joked.

You rolled your eyes, “Don’t tell Jenna that.”

“She already knows!” Laura Lee yelled from the kitchen and you couldn’t help but giggle.

Josh stopped laughing with a grin, “But I mean, it does get tiring but walking on stage every night with all those people there because your music means something to them… it’s surreal. It’s the best feeling in the world.”

You almost got lost in what he was saying, “That sounds amazing.”

“It really is.” He smiled warmly, “But enough about me, how are you guys doing?” He nodded to you and your belly, “If anything is amazing and surreal it’s having an alien growing inside you.”

“It is, isn’t it?” You couldn’t help the warm feeling in your chest when he said that. It wasn’t until now that you really thought about how cool it was that you were growing a human being inside of you. Up until now it had been financial concerns, wondering how you could take care of a baby, and trying not to burden your family. “But we’re doing pretty good. The little guy or girl has officially upgraded from embryo to fetus, too.”

Josh had a strange look on his face, “That’s cool.” He said trying to understand why that was important.

“It means they’re finally baby-ifying.” You giggled.

His eyes lit up, “Ohhhhh! Okay, yeah that’s good. Do you have any ideas for names?”

You sighed, “Not yet. I probably should start thinking soon though. Naming a human is kind of a big deal. I don’t want to give the kid a name they’re going to hate and resent me for.”

“As long as you don’t name them some weird celebrity name you should be fine.” He pointed out.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Wouldn’t want to name them some celebrity name like Josh or something. How embarrassing.” You stuck your tongue out before sipping your water again.

“I would definitely not want that name.” He joked. Next to you, your phone buzzed.

Y/B/N: I need the car. R u done soon

You sighed. You really didn’t want to leave yet.

You: Ugh whyyyyyyy

“Who is it?” Josh inquired.

You shrugged, “My brother. He wants the car back.” Again, the phone buzzed.

Y/B/N: Left something at school I need to study.

Rolling your eyes, you stood up, “I’m sorry. I have to go.” You said sadly.

Josh stood up next to you, “Awe man! Can’t he walk?”

“His legs might fall off.” You said sarcastically, walking to the living room to say your goodbyes to the rest of the family.

Josh walked you to your car outside. You turned and leaned against it, facing him with a smile, “Well thank you for a wonderful day of baking.”

He stretched his back, “Thanks for helping out!”

“I’ll see you later, I guess.” You said, giggling a little.

“Yeah I’ll see you soon.” He replied, leaning in and pulling you into a hug. You were taken back for a second by the hug, not entirely expecting it but not rejecting it by any means. Josh must not have realized how hard he pulled you in because the second your slightly swollen belly touched his own stomach, his grip immediately lightened. “I’m sorry!” He said worried he hurt you or the baby.

You put your hand on your belly, “It’s all good! Don’t sweat it! We’re good.” You laughed, “I’ll see you later.” You climbed in your car and began pulling away into the street, seeing Josh waving at you from your mirrors.

Now that you were alone, you fully embraced the crimson that stained your cheeks. Your skin still tingled from where Josh touched you when hugging you. You found yourself biting your lip in fantasy before shutting down your hopes.

“No, Y/N. He is a famous gorgeous drummer who could have any girl he wants. He probably doesn’t like you like that but even if he did you would not burden him with a baby and make him feel obligated to love you.” You scolded yourself.

But then his face popped into your mind: his pink hair sticking out from under a black baseball cap, beautifully colored arms sticking out of a white muscle tee, his gorgeous smile that could make you feel so comfortable and yet so inferior, the adorable way his eyes squinted when he laughed. His strong hand slipping into your own. Okay, maybe you knew you couldn’t actually have him but that didn’t mean you couldn’t dream, right?

[valorandgold-archived]

“Morgan, I believe you might want to put the sign up.”

“...hm? Oh right-...um Kaze...you were supposed to fix the extra f from last year’s poster...”

“...ah, I knew I was forgetting something. Apologies. Still, I’m certain it should work well enough, shouldn’t it?”

“...I suppose so. Either way, it’s that time again!

Terror-ific Treats is officially open! If you’re looking for halloween-themed baked goods or even just something sweet, this is the place for you! Some of what we have available has been pre-made in preparation, some of it is made fresh daily! Several of the items we have to offer include:

Frosted Halloween-Themed Cookies: Ghost-shaped, bat-shaped, pumpkin shaped, and even candy-corn shaped, available in both regular and chocolate dough. Can have orange and black sprinkles or peanut-butter candy pieces on request.

Regular cookies: Can’t go wrong with plain old classics! Chocolate-chip, oatmeal chocolate chip, oatmeal-raisin, sugar, sugar and cinnamon, and snickerdoodles, all available in both kinds of dough (except for snickerdoodles, chocolate snickerdoodles don’t quite work).

Frosted cupcakes: Vanilla and chocolate cupcakes, and regular frosting with orange or black food dye or chocolate frosting for any cupcake of your choice. They also come with orange and black sprinkles upon request.

Pie: For those particularly feeling the season, miniature and full-sized pumpkin pies. Apple can also be fresh-made on request!

Other things such as muffins of varying kinds, mini-cakes, and even banana bread and pumpkin bread!

Can’t forget the hot chocolate, hot apple cider, and hot tea! And just in case things heat up, there’s also cold tea (sweet and unsweet available) and refreshing lemonade!

We’re open every day of the festival from 12PM - 10PM (except Tuesday, we’re only open till 6). So come to Terror-ific Treats! They’ll taste so good, you’ll be terrified of going without more!”

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Family Matters Part 1: Female Bonding. Truely and Celia CROSSOVER WITH Rekindled

Truely: *It'd been a hell of a day. I was overwhelmed with the weight of everything I'd witnessed and learned. I couldn't bear to see my shop. I assumed it was a disaster zone and just, I just couldn't. So, I hid. Under the covers of my bed.

 Everything hurt from my head to my toes, but most especially my heart. It’s not that I thought Zav was lying, after all I'd seen the evidence of his truth all over my shop. I just needed time to regroup. I didn't want to see or talk to anyone, so I didn't.

 I called my staff and gave them the week off, with pay. Not sure how that'd work but I'll manage. Then I got under my covers and fitfully slept. Dreams were non-existent because I didn't sleep long enough to have them. I kept waking, crying, then repeat.*

*Now the sun will be rising soon and I need a distraction and my regulars will be wanting morning bakes. So, I shower, dress, and make my way downstairs. I hear a noise from the shop and steel myself for another confrontation.*

 Alright assholes...*I try and keep steel in my voice as I throw the back door open only to be knocked back by the smells of cinnamon and vanilla.* Celia?

  Celia: *I'd watched over Truely while she slept. Part of the job and ghosts don't need sleep anyway. It had been a rough night from what I could tell but ghosts don't have the gift of dreamwalking so short of waking her, there was nothing I could do. And I figured waking her would just freak her out more than she already was. So when I was sure she was rousing and knowing she was protected up here in her apartment, I shimmered back down to the shop and began work. I wasn't sure what exactly she'd had planned for today so I went with cinnamon rolls and apple turnovers to start. Can't go wrong with those. Humming to myself as I put the first batch in the oven, I heard my name.*

 Hey Truely, lemme' get these in and then you can tell me what you need for the day.

Truely: *Whoaaaaa. I was not expecting this.* My shop is ok? I, um, I don't know what...thank you Celia. I don't know what happened as I expected a disaster but thank you. *I decided to close my unhinged jaw and get to work.*

It smells wonderful in here. Let me get the coffee going. *I grabbed my favorite apron and let the smells and sounds of a kitchen in use soothe me as I went out to the front and got the coffeemaker going.*

 Let's see, cinnamon rolls and apple um turnovers? So, should do some cookies, thinking chocolate chip and monster. Then maybe some peach cobbler sweet rolls for today's special. Whatcha think?

Celia: *Closing the oven door and smirking as I turn towards her* Of course your shop is ok. Didn't Zav tell you it would be? I could tell you a lot about that reaper angel of yours, but one of the top things would be that he keeps his promises. Cookies are simple enough. Add some coconut haystacks to that. I've got a good stovetop version that we can have out there in 15 minutes for early customers looking for something unusual. If you'll bring me a mug of that joe, two sugars please, I'll get the peach cobbler sweet rolls started.

 Truely: *I smile as I make my way to the coffee pot. I pour us both a cup, adding sugar to both plus cream in mine, then walk back to the kitchen.* Haystacks will be great! Here's your coffee. *I hand her the mug

But honestly so much was going through my head I probably spaced it. Oh! I should make chocolate peanut butter oatmeal no bakes. It can be a day of unusual. *I chuckle as I grab a bowl and the ingredients for my no bakes.*

Are you ok after all that happened yesterday? I'm guessing it was more fun for you, you know the whole kicking ass thing. Does your husband do what Zav does? I know it was mentioned he was away and that's why you came but now...I know it’s not the exact story right?

 Celia: *tilting my head at the cinnamon roll dough* I've got enough of this dough to use for a couple dozen peach cobbler rolls. If I use it, I can set another batch to rising and we can have both cinnamon rolls and peach cobbler rolls when the doors open and some of both baking for 10 o'clock brunch crowd. Do you get that here? *rolling out the dough as I speak,*

 Declan, my mate, is like me, a ghost. We aren't reapers. We were recruited to serve Zav's boss... well, it's complicated, he wasn't Zav's actual boss then, he'd stepped back from the reaper corps for the last thousand years, but he's back now... *sprinkling some spices and sugar on the rolled out dough, then opening canned peaches to make the filling* Anyway, his boss, Sin, wanted someone to cook for him and keep his properties in order. He said. I think he was just lonely. Reapers don't need to eat and he has lawyers and accountants to keep up with his money games. But when we died, Zav came for our souls, to help us move on, you know? But we weren't guaranteed our next lives were to be together and then Sin showed up and told Zav to leave us to him and so *shrugging* we stayed.

 Declan is supposed to be bodyguarding Sin right now. Like that's actually going to work. Sin does what Sin wants to do. The other reapers just wanted an early warning system in case Sin got jumped, someone to give them a minute to get to him. And who they could count on to shout out to them when it happened because they know Sin won't. And since winning the whole good vs evil showdown depends on Sin, it's kind of important he lives to do it. *snickers* They actually got him to stay on house arrest for a few weeks, but they had to know THAT wouldn't last.

Truely: *chuckles* Sounds like a man, er, male. Stubborn as hell. But this Sin must be a hell of a male to get such love and loyalty. I think it's wonderful he made sure you could stay with your mate. He must value the strength that comes from those things. Smart.

I smile as I drop the spoonful’s of batter on wax paper before putting the trays into the fridge to cool and harden.* I appreciate you sticking around. It’s nice talking to someone who gets what's going on. And any info on Zav you wanna share, feel free. *chuckles*

 Hey how are the buns faring? Need help?

 Celia: Sin /is/ a good male. He was a good man when he was human. Zav was his mentor then, you know? How they became friends. Zav told you he came to teach humans, right? It was a long, long time before we were around, but I know the story. Zav found Sin when he was just an ex-slave who had turned a rebellion into an army that was conquering war-lords left and right. Zav befriended him to teach him how to govern the lands he was conquering, to be a good king for the people. Something most of them hadn't had. And Sin became a very good king. But eventually it fell apart. Not because of Sin, unless you consider him being too successful and too tolerant a fault, but because a god got jealous of him. So Sin died and became Death's first reaper. And when that same god took Zav's family, Sin came for him and offered him a place with the reaper corps. So, yeah, he deserves the loyalty he gets. As for us, well...Sin lost his wife in all that. He's looked for her soul for thousands of years and never found it. I think he saw Declan and I as what he'd hoped to have. So we were lucky he was watching that day. *spooning the filling into the dough and then rolling it up.*

Can you hand me a knife so I can cut this into rolls?

 Truely: *I grab the knife closest to me and hand it over* Here you go. Zav is a teacher but now a reaper. He's still a teacher at heart though, I think. I take it Sin has yet to find his Queen? It’s a concept you learn about, reincarnation, and you think it's cool but you never think it’s really real. You know? *shrugs as I start the monster cookie mix* I wonder if my past self...hmmm, never mind. You could go crazy trying to figure some of this out. If I may ask, what was your life like when you were alive? Were you and your mate in charge of your people? Were you here in the states?

   Celia: *taking the knife and slicing the rolled log of dough* I think Sin's given up on finding her. It worries them, going into this. He'll fight to win, but he's lost his reason to survive it. *Laying the rolls one by one on a prepared baking sheet, being careful of the filling.*

Sure, you can ask. *laughs, then sobers* Wolfen can live a long time compared to humans. A couple of centuries, if they're allowed to die naturally. But wolven culture doesn't allow for that often. It's a survival-of-the-fittest world. And there's a very specific order within the packs. Declan was our pack's Beta, the second in charge. In the 20th century that basically meant he was in charge of security. His status gave me the status of second among the females. As such, I was in charge of domestic operations, including cooking. It was just luck that I went to culinary school before I was mated. All that stuff I told you was true, by the way. It was just in the early 1980's. *smiles reminiscently* We were the best fed pack in the northern Hemisphere.

  Truely: *smiles and chuckles* I bet so. You are very good at what you do. That includes kicking ass by the way. *I start spooning the cookie mixture onto the pans making sure to space them evenly.* So, I mean if you were seconds then what happened? Don't people usually go after the leaders?

  Celia: *I'm quiet for a moment. Some memories are hard to talk about. Putting the peach rolls in the oven, I take a towel and wipe my hands before tossing it into a laundry receptacle. Taking a breath, I meet her eyes. The world isn't what she thought it was and I wouldn't be doing her any favors by not telling her all of it now that she was aware of the bigger picture.*

 They went after /all/ of us. Every male, female and pup. None of us survived. *Inhaling again and then huffing it out.*

 We were a very prosperous pack. Our territory encompassed a large area that was rich rare earth elements -- stuff that's used in everything from computer screens to jet engines to communications systems. And another pack wanted it. They infiltrated us and then one night overrode our security systems. *My eyes grow bleak at the memories*

 Declan was running the late watch that night. He was one of the first to die, but he managed to sound the internal alarms first. Our Alpha rallied as many fighters as we had left in an attempt to defend the families but there just weren't enough fighters left. We were overrun.

  Truely: Oh dear Gods. Celia. *I squeezed her shoulder letting her feel my empathy. I figured she wasn't much for hugs, especially from a near stranger, but I needed her to know I was there.*

Thank you for sharing that. It couldn't have been easy. Does the pack that murdered your still exist? Or did they get their just rewards? *I slipped the first two trays of cookies into the oven.*

 Celia: *shrugs* The world isn't exactly what you thought it was, Truely. You deserve to know all of it. The good and the bad. Wolven culture carries the survival-of-the-fittest philosophy to the extremes, yes, but it’s not so different from other cultures. Very few are live-and-let-live. Greed and jealousy are motivations in the human world too. It's just not usually so blatantly done. *sighing*

 The pack that destroyed ours no longer exists. We had just begun doing business with a pack that was venturing into telecommunication technologies. They were looking into partnering with us, with us providing the raw materials and getting into the manufacturing end and them developing the applications and marketing. Their territory bordered ours and their alpha wasn't open to doing business with murderers. *giving you a lopsided small smile.* He also wasn't open to having his pack, and his own mate and young son, live so close to a pack who would kill pups. He took them down. Hard. Made an example out of the alpha and beta. The females and young of the pack he allowed to become part of his own. Fighting males and the alpha's pack council didn't survive the initial onslaught but males over 16 who weren't involved in the fighting were given the opportunity to assimilate or go lone wolf. Most of the young ones assimilated into Blood Moon. I don't know what happened to the others.

  Truely: Well, I'm glad they got theirs. No one should get away with slaughter like that. I know it happens but I don't have to like it and I can relish when assholes get theirs. I need you to do me a favor, if you will. We need a new thing of flour but it's in the cellar. Usually I have Dusti or Lu get it but they are gone. Would you mind getting it? I'll keep an eye on the goodies in the oven.

Celia: *raising my eyebrow* You have a cellar? Did you and Zav ward it? Reapers can get in anywhere Truely. Any open space.

  Truely: It’s very small and ya Zav did. I just. I don’t down there is all.

 Celia: *tilting my head quizzically* You don't go down there? *raising an eyebrow* When I get back, we're gonna talk about that. Anytime somebody gets the creepies about a place or person, there's a reason.

 *Going ghost, I dematerialize down into the cellar. Reforming, I look around* Hmmm, just your run-of-the-mill basement, *murmuring to myself.* Well-finished and clean. Well organized too. No spirits or bad juju here.

 *There was a large sealed container on a pallet near one of the shelves labeled "flour". Opening it, I hoist out a 50lb bag of Minnesota Girl Bakers Flour and put it on my shoulder, then demat back to the kitchen. That's the thing about being both wolfen and ghost. I'm stronger than humans my size and more efficient.*

 Where do you want this?

  Truely: *I laugh with surprise and thrill when you come back carrying that bag* Usually I get 15 minutes of complaints about how I’m wrecking backs by making them drag it up. Thanks though. The rolls are close to done, and the cookies are just about ready to come out too. I'm just about to put the haystacks and no bake cookies out. Wanna help?

  Celia: *Sits the bag of flower on a metal prep table* Sure. Presentation of the food was an actual class. *laughs* But I might be out of practice at that.

  Truely: Easy peasy. *I walk out to the front, pull the show trays out and begin placing the cookies in three long rows.* I do three rows and put the prettiest three at the front. *smiling as I put one full show tray in the display and start working on another.*

 We'll put the haystacks to the left, our left, and no bakes to the right. Usually people start wandering in around 8:30 for coffee and whatever sweet thing is available. But the real crowds hit around 10am, like you mentioned. *I work on another tray as you grab and start yours*

  Celia: *Working quickly, I imitate Truely's display with the haystack cookies, finishing one tray and then starting another before beginning...* I checked out your basement Tru. There's no bad juju there or ghosts. And if there had been I'd have known. And taken care of it. So is it just this cellar or all cellars that give you the willies?

Truely: Oh um *her question caught me off guard since no-one has ever asked me why. They just figure it is one of those things like people who hate anchovies on pizza...just a thing a person dislikes.*

 Well, anything basement or cellar-like. I don't like those types of places, they *I sigh* scare me. Have since I was a very little girl. My parents even moved us to a new place that didn't have one when I was 8 because the one we had scared me too much. As I got older I could lock that fear away, you know I didn't let it bug me. But I still can't go down into them.

  Celia: *Nods as I finish the last tray of cookies* When we're kids lots of things scare us. And being afraid of the dark is usually one of them. But as we get older we usually lose that. Not to say we aren't cautious about things. There's scary stuff out there in the dark. I should know. A lot of people would think I'm one of them. But when we don't lose that fear of something, there's usually a reason behind it. Stuffing down the things you're afraid of only gives them power Tru. If you ever want to face it, I'll be right there beside you.

  Truely: Thank you. I, hmmm, well I don't remember exactly why. See, I was adopted when I was 3. I don't, naturally, remember a lot from that time but I do remember being locked in a very dark basement and being so scared.

 *I look off into the distance* I remember crying to get out. Whispers. Cold. *I shiver and wrap my arms around myself. Shaking my head I grin* Anyway....ever since, just hated them.

  Celia: *Slipping my arm around your shoulders for a quick squeeze* That would be scary for any kid. I totally get your fear. But did you know that little kids can sometimes see or hear us? Ghosts, I mean. It's because they haven't been convinced yet that we're not real. Those whispers could have been from someone like me, maybe just not strong enough to really make themselves heard, but trying to reach out to you.

Truely: Maybe, it's just that it doesn't feel umm nice. *The timer goes off just then*

 Oh, we best get those so they don't burn. We can um talk after if you want. Maybe explain ghosts more.

 <<<TBC>>>

  #FamilyMatters #FemaleBonding #RRPG #BDBAU #Renegades #Reapers #Angels #Vampires #Ghosts #Wolven

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https://youtu.be/15O_be6N2iE

“золотое безумне” xD

https://youtu.be/15O_be6N2iE?t=71

и он начинает на гитаре жостко играть

https://youtu.be/15O_be6N2iE?t=126

leaver and kamikaze

it’s.. so stupid.. my team dies like shit every game. what the f*ck

I killed whole squad solo on the start.. my teammates go and die like shit solo

I had 4 kills but I didn’t get even top 10 because I was solo

so I get 0 points

last game was tough. kraber..

kraber and ring 3 fucked us

afker

omfg what is my team doing..

going yolo and dying in 1 second as always of course.. jesus christ..

what I don’t like about this table that I have is that..

shit that was just 2nd ring..

I though it’s 3rd ring..

I need to eat pasta.. I can’t eat so much dry food.. already better

it’s a joke

https://youtu.be/-ldIDkD_Yfg

it’s impossible to hit anything at 100 meters with wingman default sight

https://youtu.be/-ldIDkD_Yfg?t=126

I already know because I saw a song on youtube so I checked

https://youtu.be/-ldIDkD_Yfg?t=158

bokksu.

https://youtu.be/ZKNvH4WM4J8?t=529

https://youtu.be/E-3chjq8IEM

“divorce solved”

https://youtu.be/E-3chjq8IEM?t=238

https://youtu.be/E-3chjq8IEM?t=346

damn this dude hit 4 wingman shots

https://youtu.be/E-3chjq8IEM?t=749

“am I looking at the jesus christ himself?” xD

https://youtu.be/E-3chjq8IEM?t=1754

omg 36 degrees in australia

https://youtu.be/uuq07sPuZ8I?t=103

he has the skin

https://youtu.be/15O_be6N2iE

https://youtu.be/0ACUgWYEPfQ

ok.. these potatoes with flour..

some new recipe

I have made.. choux pastry before.. and.. it’s kinda like that.. cooking flour like in choux pastry or in a custard

but with potatoes

honestly.. I may just.. I can just make french fries instead

they are more dry.. and.. I don’t wanna eat a lot of dry food

so I always wanna make some food with more water.. if I eat something dry

https://youtu.be/SrEMcTcPpas

wow I found this video

she had one more video

https://youtu.be/2NBdx32I7hk?t=20

4 or for

I should do something with these apples.. because they don’t last as much as the apples from supermarket.. and some of them get rotten

https://youtu.be/2NBdx32I7hk

tomorrow there’s gonna be a casserole

https://youtu.be/2NBdx32I7hk?t=259

take it out of the bag what the fuck..

https://youtu.be/2NBdx32I7hk?t=278

her teeth look really straight in a way that it doesn’t look artificial it doesn’t look like she has artificially straight teeth but they look natural but they’re still really straight but they don’t look like they’ve been straightened artificially

kinda..

they look kinda naturally straight.. but.. they are really straight.. so I don’t know if her teeth are actually naturally straight. I guess not

https://youtu.be/uuq07sPuZ8I

lol.. now my videos are gonna be called. “I am the triple take” “I am the charge rifle and flatline”..

https://youtu.be/RndsQ-fHj0k

https://youtu.be/RndsQ-fHj0k?t=430

https://youtu.be/RndsQ-fHj0k?t=438

“rasslan” that’s some good player’s smurf

https://youtu.be/RndsQ-fHj0k?t=517

mouse speed is not very high

ok this sensitivity is high

this sensitivity is high. I don’t know if I will be able to control this sensitivity. I dont’ know if it’s not too high

https://youtu.be/TiDg_Qbo0NM

https://youtu.be/1ORZrjIxQYs

https://youtu.be/TiDg_Qbo0NM?t=80

famine. in vietnam..

https://youtu.be/TiDg_Qbo0NM?t=174

she has dark spot on her nose near her eye

https://youtu.be/TiDg_Qbo0NM?t=192

new england.. it’s like.. near australia

I increased the sensitivity by a lot this time.. and if it’s too much.. then I’ll reduce it

https://youtu.be/Zl3JNvpYSzw

https://youtu.be/Zl3JNvpYSzw?t=107

one dog used to eat flies. dogs eat flies I mean

https://youtu.be/x2Kd1JeHGLc?t=130

4 years. that’s really long time

https://youtu.be/TA2iO9ABMAU

one time.. my mother.. I mean.. my mother doesn’t want me to open windows.. because she wants it to be warm inside.. so.. I felt really sick.. because I had no oxygen.. so I was feeling really sick.. and.. I was like.. I wanted to run out outside and lie on the ground.. because I was feeling really nauseous.. feeling like I’m dying

so that’s a 3rd story about how I almost died

so she lives in USA I guess

california.. yea.. it’s like.. sunny there.. I told you she has skin like she gets a lot of sun

https://youtu.be/1ORZrjIxQYs?t=3

this is not sensitive enough

https://youtu.be/1ORZrjIxQYs?t=188

higher

https://youtu.be/1ORZrjIxQYs?t=182

that was 5.1. now it’s 5.7

even with triple take 4.6 felt slow

https://youtu.be/TwjXF4wnSlQ

https://youtu.be/TwjXF4wnSlQ?t=39

we’re back

https://youtu.be/TwjXF4wnSlQ?t=112

https://youtu.be/TwjXF4wnSlQ?t=172

i was also.. it looks.. I mean.. not parabolic.. logarithmic.. not parabolic.. parabolic is a “dip” or a “high”

parabolic is high or low

https://youtu.be/ak2blHBtQ-o?t=41

wow. finally some real stuff that actually works

https://youtu.be/ak2blHBtQ-o?t=656

so this is how I get so much spam in emails..

https://youtu.be/TwjXF4wnSlQ?t=444

it’s not holding and creates lower lows

https://youtu.be/TwjXF4wnSlQ?t=454

https://youtu.be/RndsQ-fHj0k?t=635

oh shit.. people literally everywhere

https://youtu.be/RndsQ-fHj0k?t=668

literally everywehre.. already that other squad is coming because they heard shots

https://youtu.be/TTM_KLPYPn8?t=79

why is he going in..

https://youtu.be/TTM_KLPYPn8?t=169

too slow sensitivity

the sensitivity was too slow.. so I couldn’t move mouse that fast

https://youtu.be/TTM_KLPYPn8?t=69

is this dude really serious

https://youtu.be/PVBLr8SgPp4

https://youtu.be/PVBLr8SgPp4?t=303

bite his ankles lol

https://youtu.be/PVBLr8SgPp4?t=378

I had a bit of a reflux.. because of these cookies were dry so I drank a lot.. and.. I had.. my pants tied too tight.. that’s why I had a bit of reflux in throat and the burning..

https://images.app.goo.gl/fVmk9vvn3sdVpS6D7

because I had pants tied too tight and I was drinking a lot because these cookies were dry.. so I wanted to eat potatoes and.. maybe with this flour.. but it’s too late to make that. so I ate bread again.

I had my pants too tight..

https://youtu.be/PVBLr8SgPp4?t=1045

only loba can steal that

“chocolate popcorn”

cake with nuts.. if you add.. like.. caramel then it can be like.. quite good I guess. or condensed milk maybe

there are these bars.. with.. like.. oatmeal I guess..

I guess they’re like.. with caramel

with peanut butter.. I wonder if they’re good with peanut butter.. you really add raw oatmeal in that??

https://youtu.be/-kJHRttDrOQ

https://youtu.be/-kJHRttDrOQ?t=188

chocolate also would be ok ingredient in that

I was like.. adding too much sugar

https://youtu.be/-kJHRttDrOQ?t=238

yea.. and she’s baking it

https://youtu.be/gVHBo3YdrYk?t=75

I could dry these cherries that I have.. in the freezer..

https://youtu.be/gVHBo3YdrYk?t=171

they have too much water.. they need to get more dry..

I mean.. they won’t last as long if they’re not dry

https://youtu.be/FwTfE8HCE-U?t=17

https://youtu.be/FwTfE8HCE-U?t=22

I could just evaporate water in a pot from these cherries

https://youtu.be/FwTfE8HCE-U?t=135

he was drying them in oven more

or she..

well.. condensed milk is just milk after all

with sugar

https://youtu.be/FwTfE8HCE-U?t=102

you can maybe add some butter.. I mean.. there was recipe with peanut butter..

https://youtu.be/PxQfeZ4A7_c

yes.. this card that was put on the website recently god sold already.. today. I told you someone would buy it for sure.

because it has box and looks like it’s in very good condition and it’s OC model

people pay even more for a card with box and with OC cooling

another recipe with potatoes.. and.. cabbage

I wish I had.. mushrooms.. wish I had more mushrooms this autumn..

there are some mushrooms from supermarket in the fridge

have I talked about.. the recipe with potatoes and cabbage?? no.. yes that’s the first time I say that

wow. so then that’s a new recipe

no. I wasn’t talking about potatoes and cabbage before

that’s a new recipe then.. there was a recipe with potatoes and apples.. and.. what was the other one??

with onion??

pancakes with potatoes and onion

onion is kinda like cabbage tbh.. it has layers..

https://youtu.be/X86S5oZzzh4

https://youtu.be/lesGBwEBD10?t=367

I think that mustache and glasses look stupid

https://youtu.be/zdoB2TPqWxs

[ashilrak]

"I made this for you..." Whamilton?

Alex opened the oven and got a burst of hot air in his face. He waved his hand and sputtered as he collected himself. He bent back down, oven mitts covering his hands, and pulled the tray from the oven. He closed the door with a coordinated combination of his foot and hip and set the cookie tray down to admire his handiwork. He sighed. The cookies were all burnt and too thing, spread out and running into each other.

He turned to look at Eliza - sitting at the breakfast bar, sipping a steaming mug of tea - and asked, “why am I doing this again?”

Eliza giggled. She set the mug down and leaned further over the counter and sad, “because you’re not allowed to go to work today and you decided to give the house-husband thing a try since you don’t know what the word relax means.”

Alex gestured his arm in the direction of the crock pot sitting on the corner of the counter. “At least I have dinner,” he said. 

“Anyone can throw a bunch of stuff into a crock pot and call it a meal.” Eliza looked back down at her mug. “Baking is the true test,” she said.

He put his hands on his hips, and spun around the kitchen, thinking. “Alright,” he started. “So, cookies are a bust. There’s other things Brownies? Cake? Tarts?”

Eliza snorted. “If you think I’m letting you anywhere near a tart recipe when you can’t even make chocolate chip cookies, you’re wrong.”

“We can’t all be champion bakers, Betsey!” Alex went to look at the still open cookbook, covered in a thin layer of flour, bits of egg and butter dripped around. “Alright, so no tarts. Sugar cookies? George likes sugar cookies.” He turned to the index in the back of the book and looked at the different names. “Gingerbread?” he muttered. “Oatmeal? Crinkle? Peanut butter? Thumbprint? What even are some of these.”

Alex heard the sound of a chair scraping on the floor, and soon Eliza was standing at his side. She took the book out of his hands and set it on a clean area of the counter. “Alex,” she said. “George is going to be amused and touched by the sentiment more than anything else.”

“But-”

“No buts,” Eliza said, shaking her head. “Besides, cookies are for christmas. A proper housewife - or husband - greets their spouse with a cocktail. My mom used to tell me how when she was little, right before her dad came home, she would spritz on some chanel number 5, make two martinis, and greet him at the door with a kiss.”

He snorted. “I think your grandfather might have been an alcoholic.”

“That might be so.” Eliza patted his shoulder. “But you’re trying to set a scene. You might not have chanel, but go clean yourself up. George’ll drink an old-fashioned, right?”

Alex nodded.

“Good,” Eliza said. She pushed him in the direction of the bedroom. “Go make yourself pretty, I’ll take care of the kitchen.”

He rinsed off his face, brushed his hair, and changed into a nice pair of jeans and a shirt that George always liked him in. Alex turned around and examined himself in the mirror one more time, making sure the cut of the denim flattered him the way he wanted and that his hair was in place. Much butter. He nodded to himself and went into the kitchen.

What had been a disaster now looked like it belonged in a magazine. There was no sign of his failed attempts at baking, and the kitchen smelled like a home cooked meal - something George had mentioned missing with how busy they both were. Alex turned to Eliza and said. “Thank you.”

She shrugged. “Don’t worry about it.” She smiled up at him. “You clean up nice.” 

Alex snorted. “That’s not new.”

“Oh dear,” she said. Eliza grabbed his elbow and dragged him closer. “Now, let’s make your man a drink, and I’ll get out of your hair before he comes home.” Alex looked over at the clock - George was due home soon. Perfect timing. 

Eliza left with a kiss to his cheek, and soon Alex was stuck pacing the kitchen. 

It wasn’t too long before he heard the sound of a key in the lock, and Alex was overcome with a sudden anxiety. There was no reason to be nervous, he had known George for years, at the very worst George would laugh it off. At the best, well, Alex might find himself making this a habit.

The door opened, and Alex rushed to reach for the glass, and let the automatic smile cross his face when George turned the corner. 

George’s eyes widened when he took the scene in, but he walked toward Alex, his face brightening with each step. “What’s this?” he asked.

“Uh–” Alex shoved the glass into George’s hand– “I made this for you.”

“Really?” George raised a brow and took a sip before setting the glass down. “Thank you, but might I ask what’s the occasion?” 

“I made dinner?” Alex said. “I tried to make cookies, but that didn’t work out so well.”

George took a step closer and placed his hands on Alex’s hips, and bent his head down to press a kiss to Alex’s forehead. “You made dinner?” he asked. “Why?”

Alex looked up at George. “I felt like it.”

George’s smile widened before he bent down to press a kiss to Alex’s lips. “You’re great, you know,” he said. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“But I wanted to,” Alex said. “It was kind of nice, you know.”

“Nice enough to become a full-time house husband?”

Alex laughed and shook his head. “Oh god no,” he said. “Maybe once in a while though.”

George chuckled and hugged him tight. “That’s what I thought,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of Alex’s head. “I love you.”

// writing prompts for days // ko-fi

[bubblesweets6-blog]

Breakfast Cookies

Naturally sweetened, vegan, and gluten-free. These breakfast cookies are a great on-the-go bite and good for any time of day!

Breakfast cookies!

How often do you say you get to have cookies for breakfast?

I remember when we were growing up, any kid at school that said they had cookies or cake for breakfast was the “luckiest.”

Well now you can feel good about eating cookies for breakfast because these breakfast cookies are actually packed with the good stuff!

What are these breakfast cookies made with?

These breakfast cookies are actually made with zero refined sugar!

They’re sweetened naturally with ripe bananas and maple syrup.

They’re also vegan and gluten-free; if you use gluten-free flour and rice flour.

There is no egg used in this recipe, either!

My favorite part of this breakfast cookie is the mix ins that you can add in.

You can do your favorite nut, favorite dried fruit, chocolate chips, or a combination of all!

What is the texture of these breakfast cookies?

The texture is kind of like an oatmeal chocolate chip cookie but way more dense.

Even though it’s dense, it is SO incredibly moist because of the banana.

It actually gets softer over time too from being in the plastic bag or container.

I think the molecules of the banana mix together with the air to make it more ripe or something.

Well, not ripe. Soft. It’s hard to describe.

I kind of like to think of it as a banana or fruit getting even riper and softer.

The cookies do that the longer they sit. It’s like they give off a slight moisture.

Additionally, there is an exceptional chew to these breakfast cookies.

What can I substitute for brown rice flour?

I thought I was going to substitute brown rice flour too because I didn’t want to go to the store for it but apparently you can’t substitute it easily.

If you need to substitute it, I would substitute sorghum flour but still, that’s something you’ll likely have to go to the store for.

You can’t just use all almond flour in this recipe too like other recipes where if you don’t have whole wheat flour, you can just use all all-purpose flour.

It’s something about baking gluten-free that makes it a bit tricky.

I’m not super familiar with gluten-free baking so I tend to just stick to what the recipe says.

I found this recipe in a magazine my parents gave me.

And turns out, this recipe is actually from Laura Wright’s cookbook, The First Mess.

If you really need to do substitutions for the flour, I would read this article here for more information.

Can you use quick cook oats?

No! Definitely don’t do that.

You will need good ole classic rolled oats for this recipe.

What mix ins could you add into these breakfast cookies?

I like being a little different so instead of the standard chocolate chips and dried cranberries that I think most people would do, I added in pumpkin seeds and dried tart cherries!

You can certainly use a combination of anything you love. Here are some ideas:

Coconut chips

Dried blueberries

Dried cranberries

Dried apricots

Chopped pecans

Sliced almonds

Pistachios

Pitted and chopped dates

Chocolate chips

Butterscotch chips

I could go on and on. You literally can add in whatever you want.

You can make this breakfast cookie your own.

What other nut butters can you use in this recipe?

So the original recipe calls for almond butter and that’s how I made them the first time.

The second time, I used cashew butter.

Both turned out fabulous.

I think you can use whatever nut butter you want.

Peanut butter, almond butter, cashew butter, etc.

Although I wouldn’t use chocolate hazelnut butter, haha – just might be a tad bit too sweet.

Oh! I also used crunchy almond butter the first time (because I love crunchy) and I think it just added more awesome texture to this recipe.

Breakfast cookies…all day?

I would hope that is a given!

Just because they’re called breakfast cookies doesn’t mean you have to eat them for breakfast.

Although, I think that’s probably the most fun because who doesn’t love saying you had a cookie for breakfast?

Are breakfast cookies healthy?

I mean, I think generally nothing that has “cookie” in its recipe title is healthy but the term healthy is super subjective.

My healthy isn’t your healthy and your healthy isn’t mine.

I believe in moderation and you can see for yourself below in the nutrition facts whether or not this fits into your daily life.

I would say one or two at most but hey, #yolo.

Look at the chockfull of ingredients in one of these cookies!

I totally want to make this recipe again. It’s seriously SO good.

Other wholesome breakfast ideas:

Grab all the ingredients to make this now or pin this photo below to save this recipe for later!

These naturally sweetened cookies are vegan and gluten-free. Perfect cookies to eat for breakfast and chockfull of texture and ingredients!

Course: Breakfast, Breakfast/Brunch, Dessert

Cuisine: American

Servings: 12 cookies

Calories: 226 kcal

Preheat oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit and line a large baking sheet with parchment paper. Set aside.

In a large bowl, whisk together oats, cinnamon, baking soda, salt, almond flour, and brown rice flour until all combined.

In the bowl of a food processor, combine the mashed banana, almond butter, maple syrup, ground flaxseed, coconut oil, and vanilla. Process on high until all combined and mixture is smooth.

Pour the liquid mixture into the large bowl with the dry ingredients and throw your add-ins into the bowl. With a spatula, stir mixture until you have a unified and stiff dough.

Using a large cookie scoop (about two tablespoons), scoop and drop dough onto prepared baking sheet.

Lightly oil your palms with coconut oil and gently flatten each mound of dough with the palm of your hand.

Bake cookies until lightly golden brown, about 15-17 minutes.

Cool cookies completely then store in an airtight container for up to five days.

Recipe courtesy of American Lifestyle Mag and Laura Wright of The First Mess cookbook.

Nutrition Facts

Breakfast Cookies

Amount Per Serving (1 cookie)

Calories 226 Calories from Fat 117

% Daily Value*

Total Fat 13g 20%

Total Carbohydrates 24g 8%

Dietary Fiber 4g 16%

Sugars 10g

Protein 6g 12%

* Percent Daily Values are based on a 2000 calorie diet.

*Nutrition facts are an estimate and not guaranteed to be accurate.

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Posted on September 04, 2018

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Source: https://www.tablefortwoblog.com/breakfast-cookies/

[darkestsight]

Random Scene #7

(I swear it’s cooking Rip fics day. I hope you don’t mind another. Apologizes for any cravings this may cause.)

The Legends stared at Rip.

Rip stared back and blinked. His eyes were reddened and weighed down with dark bags, his auburn hair stuck up at odd angles, and his rumpled clothes were streaked with flour and several different colours of icing. He was also fidgeting with the type of jittery twitchiness that came with too much caffeine or too little sleep.

“I, uh...” He cleared his throat and rubbed a hand against the back of his neck. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Yeah, we can see that,” said Jax, gazing in wide-eyed amazement at the spectacle displayed on the table in front of them.

Sara frowned looking rather more concerned than amazed. “You were up all night doing this?”

Rip winced sheepishly. “I admittedly may have overdone things somewhat.”

“I’ll say,” said Amaya. “This is...” She trailed off and simply gestured at the table at a loss for words.

“Well, it certainly explains the smell,” Martin said, raising his eyebrows.

“Yeah,” said Nate with a nod. “I can’t imagine there are many timeships that smell entirely of cookies.”

There were murmurs of agreement from the rest of the team, except for Mick who was too busy filling his mouth.

The source of the smell which had greeted the team when they’d emerged from their quarters that morning was obvious. The galley table was covered in plates and bowls and containers of all sizes, and each of them was filled with mounds of cookies, all sorts of cookies There were chocolate chip cookies and sugar cookies. There were ginger snaps and raspberry thumbprints. There were shortbread and gingerbread, oatmeal and butter pecan, snickerdoodles and coconut macaroons, as well as several cookies the team couldn’t identify. A number of the cookies had been crafted into different shapes and decorated with colourful icing.

Jax picked up a cookie that had been made to resemble the face of a clock. “These are awesome.”

“Yes, well,” Rip said, somewhat bashfully. “I got a bit tired of just baking around four in the morning so I thought I’d do some decorating as well. I’m still honing my technique however.”

“Looks pretty well honed to me,” said Nate, impressed.

Rip bowed his head and rubbed the back of his neck again. “Well, dig in,” he said, gesturing to the cookies. “Seems a shame for them to go to waste.”

“It’s a bit early for cookies but I suppose...” Martin reached out and grabbed a raspberry thumbprint.

The rest of the team, minus Mick who was already eating and had yet to stop, followed suit.

“Oh, my God,” Amaya exclaimed once she’d taken a bite, a look of complete rapture coming over her face.

There were similar exclamations and looks from the rest of the team.

“These are incredible,” Nate said and shoved another cookie in his mouth.

“It definitely seems our former captain has a talent for baking,” said Martin.

Jax snorted. “That’s an understatement.” He turned to Rip. “You should have told us, man. This sort of talent needs to be shared.”

Mick grunted something in agreement through his mouthful of cookies.

“I suppose it’s a hobby I could indulge in more often,” said Rip, a small smile appearing on his face.

A beep sounded from the cooking area.

“Ah, the double chocolate chunks are done. I need to get them out and put the peanut butter biscuits in. It’s about time to take the almond biscuits off the cooling racks too. I was thinking of making something with hazelnut and caramel next or maybe lemon.” Rip turned to attend to his cookies but was stopped by a very solid grip on his arm.

“How about you go to bed and try getting some sleep instead,” Sara said firmly. “I think we’ve got enough cookies for now.”

“Oh, right,” said Rip, looking sheepish once more, obviously more than a little out of it from the lack of sleep.

Sara began escorting Rip out of the galley insistent on ensuring he made it all the way back to his quarters and into bed, but the two stopped when they caught sight of Ray.

Ray was standing quietly a few feet from the rest of the cookie-eating group and gazing at the table with a rather forlorn expression.

“Oh, Dr. Palmer,” Rip said as sudden realization lit his face. “I forgot to tell you the shortbread biscuits are gluten free.”

The forlorn expression vanished as hope appeared in Ray’s eyes. “Really?”

Rip nodded. “It wasn’t too difficult. I just used rice flour and few other things.”

Going over to the table, Ray picked up one of the shortbread cookies and tentatively took a bite. The look that appeared on his face was one of pure bliss. “My God.” He quickly devoured the rest of the cookie. “Oh, my God!” He grabbed another and ate it just as quickly as the first.

Mick, who had been going around the table sampling at least one of every cookie, paused in his eating and eyed Ray. “Hey, Haircut, pass one over,” he said making a ‘give me’ gesture with his hand.

Eyes widening, Ray snatched the bowl containing the shortbread off the table and took a step back. “Mine,” he declared and shoved another cookie in his mouth.

Scowling, Mick moved around the table towards Ray. “You know there’s other people around here who might like some shortbread too.”

Ray clutched the bowl against his chest and stepped back once more. “Mine,” he said again and quickly devoured another cookie while watching Mick warily.

Mick growled. “Hand them over.”

Ray shook his head unable to speak now due to all the cookies in his mouth.

Tension rose as they stood staring at each other, unmoving except for Ray’s constant cookie munching, and then suddenly, Ray turned and sprinted off into the rest of the ship. “Mine!” he yelled.

Mick immediately gave chase. “Come back here!”

Rip and Sara watched them go, Rip with wide-eyed disbelief, Sara with exasperation.

“I think you’d better make another batch of that shortbread before you go to bed,” Sara said with a sigh.

Rip nodded, eyes still fixed on the door through which Mick and Ray had just disappeared. “Good idea.”

[superfitbabe]

Happy twentieth birthday to ME. BOOYAH.

FULL YOUTUBE VIDEO (also includes some footage of my workout and testing out the Body Analyzer):

http://youtu.be/HudPGIM25l0

Wow, just two days ago, I turned TWO decades old. I really want to say I feel old, but I cannot complain in comparison to a few others I know. But anyways, I could not have asked for an even more perfect day! With friends, food, family, and fun, my pleasures are simple. I just put in extra effort into my food. Let’s begin the recap, shall we?

My brunch consisted of some baked cookies using The Lion’s Pack vegan iced gingerbread cookie dough (it is gluten free and has probiotics and pea protein!), Mama Ganache’s artisans vegan chocolates (thank you to my roommate for them!), a peanut butter and jelly Bobo’s oat bar, homemade soyaki seitan, and a Japanese sweet potato “cake” topped with sunflower seed butter, fig cocoa jam, The Lion’s Pack vegan snickerdoodle cookie dough, a Health Warrior caramel sea salt chia bar, and surrounded with strawberries!

  Everything tasted absolutely divine! The seitan was the most filling yet the most flavorful. I didn’t love the Bobo’s oat bar because there was barely any peanut butter flavor and no jam, so it basically tasted like baked oatmeal. I still ate all of it. It’s not worth the 340 calories in such a tiny bar. My favorite part of the cake was the fig cocoa spread, which I pretty much ate a fourth of a cup of. OH. WELL. 😂🤷🏻‍♀️

Here’s a close up of the Japanese sweet potato cake!

  Oh, and I ate the sweet potato skins on the side. They contain most of the vitamins and minerals!

  My friend Cory and I made a trip to one of my favorite vegan food brands of all time: Donut Friend! I have never actually been to its physical donut shop, but I’ve had their donuts time and time again at meet-ups and vegan festivals. 🍩👌😋 I was overjoyed to enter into this beautiful realm of sugary and fatty goodness!

Our donut box consisted of:

My custom donut: gluten free base filled with maple pumpkin butter and cookie butter, topped with raspberries, vegan butterscotch, maple glaze, and maple syrup. I forgot the pistachios and graham crackers…OOPS!

Poppy Gandhi

Angry Samoa

Cory’s custom donut: chocolate based filled with habanero raspberry jam, pretzels, and peanut butter, and topped with chocolate glaze, caramel chips, vegan butterscotch, and vanilla glaze drizzled on top!

Here are donuts 1, 2, and 4!

Now, this is donut 3, the angry Samoa donut!

Cory and I ended up splitting each donut, so we had two each! This was a perfect amount for me, but if I came into the shop a bit hungrier, I probably would have had at least one or two more!

On the way home, I sipped on half a bottle of pomegranate kombucha. It was really refreshing and tasty!

For a special dinner, my family and I visited the Spice Affair in Beverly Hills, a fine dining Indian restaurant. Vegan appetizers were the English Pea + Green Moong Tikka patties and Coco-Li-Flower plates!

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The tikka patties tasted really nice, soft, and flavorful! I loved them with tamarind sauce. I’d think of them as mini veggie patties or burgers that don’t taste grainy at all!

As for the coco-li-flower, this was a family favorite. It’s basically creamy and battered deep-fried cauliflower (way to ruin the nutrient density of a vegetable, HAHAHAHA sarcasm) that tastes heavenly!

My main entree was the plate of tangy stuffed eggplant! There were two roasted baby eggplants covered in this spicy tamarind tomato sauce with almonds on top! The sauce was super decadent and complemented the eggplant so well!

Here’s what my plate looked like! I had three more plates just like this. Yep, I had a lot of roti bread too! P.S. Roti IS vegan. Hooray!

Lastly, it’s not a proper day of eating without dessert. Am I right? Of course I am. My sisters and I met Cory once again to enjoy some carbolite frozen yogurt at The Bigg Chill! Cory and I selected the dairy free chocolate macaroon flavor. My size came in a quart, or 32-ounces! No regrets.

I ordered vegan birthday cake cookie dough, double chocolate chip cookie dough, and oatmeal raisin cookie dough. There was also a packet of Justin’s chocolate hazelnut butter and cinnamon that were demolished.

Here’s what came about the damage. I only had half the quart and ate the rest the next day. Still absolutely delicious!

Next day froyo noms included scoops of frozen yogurt, True Nutrition salted caramel vegan protein, homemade muesli, and chia seeds from a bag of Mamma Chia vanilla almond granola! This tasted more like ice cream than frozen yogurt, which I wasn’t complaining about at all!

Well, being 20 doesn’t feel THAT different. LOL!

What I Ate on My 20th Birthday + YouTube Video Recap Happy twentieth birthday to ME. BOOYAH. FULL YOUTUBE VIDEO (also includes some footage of my workout and testing out the Body Analyzer):