#but I’ve made a couple batches of chocolate

[chocolatemakery]

Hey all. I’m alive! Been a while, and I wanted to share this little atrocity. My current job has decided to try selling my chocolates on menu. Not the first time this has happened, but it seems like these madmen are actually gonna go through with it. But unlike other places, this isn’t a nice-ish restaurant trying to be classy. This is a sports bar that doesn’t care. So I present these.

Jameson Whisky Ganache with Salted Pickle Caramel Syrup. Not in a shell yet, it’s just a proof of concept. But the flavours work! For those who don’t know, people like to drink whisky with a shot of pickle juice. Mostly to drown out the whisky, but there is an actual flavour combination going on there, and it does taste better than whisky by itself. It’s called a pickleback, and it translates to chocolate. My boss wanted me to try making it, and so far it’s a hit! The bar regulars all loved it, anyway. Target audience satisfied. Gonna make some fancier sounding chocolates to go with it, sell them in a variety pack type deal.

This is very silly to make, but in the age of the internet it’s fun to make something and be able to go “I’m pretty sure no one’s tried this before”.

[storiesofsvu]

Midnight Baking

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, briefest mention ever of some unnamed stressful situation. (R doesn't want to talk about it because I was simply too lazy to come up with what was stressing them out, so...here we go. lol)

Emily stirred, her body twitching in her sleep as her nose scrunched up and she subconsciously went to pull the blankets tighter around her body. A cool breeze floated through the room from the open window, the summer night air far nicer than the scorching heat of the day. With it came a whiff of your shampoo, wafting off your pillow straight into Emily’s senses making her want to be impossibly close to you, the heat finally having vanished from the room. Rolling over she let out a groan as her body stretched itself out, pulling her slightly out of her deep sleep until her arm hit what was supposed to be your waist and her senses came to life when all she found was cold sheets.

She didn’t want to open her eyes, didn’t even want to fully wake up, but she wanted you and you certainly weren’t in the bed. She peeked one eye open, squinting around the bedroom to find it dark but the bedroom door cracked open and she wondered if you were in the bathroom. Her hand soothed up and down your side of the bed and not an inch of it held any of your remaining body heat, wherever you’d disappeared to it had not been recent. With a reluctant groan she pushed herself up to sitting, stretching out her body as she yawned, grabbing a hoodie from the floor and sliding her slippers on while she began her adventure through the house.

Upstairs was quiet, dark and empty aside from the soft snores coming from Sergio who Emily gave a little scratch on the head to as she made her way passed him. A light was left on downstairs but that was nothing new, it was instinct to always leave a couple on for the nights Emily was coming home from a case, never sure what hour she’d finally make it back to you. Wandering down the stairs she found the living room empty but a book upturned on the coffee table and a blanket crumpled up on the couch. Her lips twitched up into a grin at the thought of you burrito’d up with your favourite stories as she crossed toward the couch. She flipped the book over, sliding a bookmark into the open page before setting it back on the pile on the table, next neatly folding the blanket and laying it over the back of the couch.

A few steps later and she finally found the main source of light and you, both in the kitchen and she stopped in the doorway, leaning against the frame to watch for a minute. You were lost in your element and clearly had been at it a while, there was a smudge of flour on your cheekbone, three racks of cookies already cooling and incredibly sweet smells lingering in the air. She noticed the window was wide open and upon lingering for a minute realized it must have been to combat the heat from the oven. Her eyes trailed back to you, a frown taking over her features as she began to examine yours, you were more than focused, it was almost intense, your brow furrowed, eyes narrowed just the slightest as you stirred up ingredients. She could tell you were clenching your jaw; your shoulders tense and she just knew you were holding stress in your lower back, especially with the way you kept shifting from one foot to the other to try an alleviate any hip pain.

“Didn’t realize I was living with Willy Wonka.” She teased and you jumped slightly, pulling out an ear bud.

“You’re supposed to be asleep.” You pouted, taking out the other ear bud to safely drop in a ramekin before wiping off your hands as you turned to her.

“So are you.” She replied with a soft laugh, moving through the room to wipe the flour off your face, “what are you doing?”

“Well,” you let out a breath before rattling things off, “I’ve got sugar cookies and chocolate chip cookies done, there’s lemon bars in the freezer setting, I just put in a batch of peanut butter cookies and am working on cupcakes. But I don’t even know if any of it will turn out, I’ve been doing it all by hand so I didn’t have to use the mixer and worry about waking you up.”

“Jeeze, how long have you been down here?”

“More than a few hours…” you replied sheepishly, your body nearly sinking around itself, “I couldn’t sleep, didn’t want to disturb you so I came down here to read. But my brain just wouldn’t shut up, I needed something to make me think and I’ve always kinda been a stress baker so…” You vaguely gestured to the state of the kitchen.

“Is this about what you told me over dinner?” Emily asked, stepping toward you and squeezing softly at your elbow.

“Yeah.” You sighed, “and talking about it won’t help so I’d really rather not.”

“That’s fine.” She shrugged, glancing around, “well, can I at least help?”

“How are you helping if I don’t want to talk about it?” You turned to her with a furrowed brow and she laughed softly.

“I meant with the baking.”

“Oh!” You huffed out an embarrassed laugh, your hand coming to cover your face briefly before turning back to her with a small smile, “yeah, of course. That might even help distract me more.”

“Good.” Leaning in she pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek before rolling up her sleeves, “well, what’s the next step chef?”

You giggled softly, sliding the mixing bowl you’d been using over to Emily and guiding her through the next few steps. While Emily was pretty decent in the kitchen, she certainly would never claim to have your level of skill when it came to baking and that was because she was never about following strict rules. She liked to add in her own flair, skip certain steps or mess around with the amounts and while that always worked out to delicious dinners, it would definitely result in cupcakes with the texture of sandpaper or butter tarts that were left soggy in the middle.

Having Emily in the kitchen with you not only distracted you, it calmed you down, relaxed you to a sense of peace that you’d been craving the past couple of weeks. She asked what you’d been listening to when she interrupted and you admitted with a small smile it was the road trip playlist the two of you had put together of all your favourite songs. You knew it wasn’t a road trip but music was known to bring back memories and every time you heard any of the songs you were immediately transported back to the adventures the two of you had together the previous summer. They made you feel warm and fuzzy inside and always brought a smile to your face and Emily felt the warmth bursting through her at your admittance, a grin plastered on her face while you guided her through the steps to make meringue.

The sun was nearly creeping over the horizon by the time you were finally yawning, a warm and gooey tray of cinnamon buns being pulled from the oven. Emily placed them on a rack to cool, washing her hands before turning back to you to ask what was next. Instead she caught you with your hands on your hips, chewing on your lip as you surveyed the state of the kitchen.

“You mentioned something about Rossi hosting a pretty big get together this weekend, right?”

“Yeah. Retirement party for one of the other agents on our floor, why?”

“Cause I think I maaayy have gone a little overboard.”  Your nose scrunched as you glanced over to her and she laughed softly, stepping towards you to kiss the tip of your nose, relaxing it as she did so.

“It’s the first time I’d seen you genuinely smiling all week, I wasn’t about to stop you.”

“Thanks.” Smiling softly you leant into the embrace, kissing her gently, “hope you’re ready to eat nothing but baked goods for a month.”

“Can we start with the cinnamon rolls and call it breakfast?”

An uncontrolled yawn escaped you when you opened your mouth to reply and Emily chuckled, “only if we follow it up with a nap.”

“Sounds perfect.” She pecked your cheek before moving to the cupboard, pulling down a couple of plates to serve the cinnamon buns with.

Overall you ended up with two batches of cinnamon rolls, five sheets of cookies, three dozen cupcakes consisting of vanilla, chocolate and confetti, three dozen muffins (blueberry, carrot and cranberry orange) lemon meringue pie, apple pie, lemon bars, peanut butter balls and a black forest cake. Emily stashed some of it, whether in the pantry or the freezer to save for later and helped you pack up the rest for that weekend, where you discovered Rossi was more than ecstatic to have someone else providing the goodies. Because after all, you were the baker, he was the chef, you’d stay out of each other’s ways but you each had your specialties and you were more than happy to share, especially if it meant quality time in the kitchen with Emily.

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[furbynurby]

Tasting Temptation

-Part 1-

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Summary: Loki wasn’t particularly fond of Midgardian food, and you’ve made up your mind that you wanted to change that, even if it takes an unexpected turn.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Light sexual themes, Fluff

You had been residing at the Avengers tower for quite some time now. It was a welcomed change from your past life, probably the first time you’ve ever felt truly stable, content. Well, until he arrived. Loki was a particularly unwelcomed presence. While he has been redeeming himself for his plights, it was more of his attitude that got to you.

He was not friendly, witty and arrogant, yes, questionable for a so-called prince. But maybe not so much as the renowned god of mischief. You just couldn’t stand him and his stupid cutting remarks, especially on the apparent ‘particularly ignominious’ Midgardian cuisine.

You loved cooking and baking and anything to do with food. You were a foodie. Therefore, when Loki sent his plate back with a dismissive wave of his hand almost every time, you just could not let it go. 

That is why you decided to accept this act of, whatever, as a personal challenge. You were praised for your cooking by friends and family, and were certain that you could get even the god of mischief a plate palatable to tastes of his stature. Therefore, two weeks, two whole damn weeks have passed and there had yet to be anything he took more than a spoonful of. You actually never let on that you were doing this, nor did he even know that you were the one that had been serving dinner these past couple weeks. But that mattered not, what did matter was what did come from your past mistakes. 

You were observant, another one of your many talents, so not only did you take note of every reaction to your meals thus far, but you have also been watching him outside of dinner time. You had noticed he delighted himself in a sweet treat, or two. Guess that wasn’t something that was so disgraceful to him. 

Nevertheless, once you caught on you had started baking some sweet treats, and one in particular, seemed to be gone by each morning. Sweet fluffy chocolate truffles with a drizzling chocolate ganache filling. Batches upon batches have been made and each one ending up in the greedy gut of a certain dark haired god. You knew, because you saw him. Loki mindlessly reaching over to a truffle popping one after the other in his awaiting mouth, licking his pale long fingers with a delicate grace afterwards. You admit, you might have admired it a bit too long.

You were practically bouncing off the walls when you finally won over Loki. He didn’t know it, but you won, and you were about to expose it to him too. Just as you had finished cooling the truffles, taking the plate out the fridge, Loki had walked into the kitchen. 

You placed the plate on the counter just before him, a smug look dancing across your face. He raises a dark brow in response.

“Well, aren’t you gonna try them, I know you find midgardians quite lacking in the industry.” You grin up at him.

“Hm, you made these?” He questions, his tongue jutting out to lick his bottom lip, his eyes flitting from you to the treat 

“Yes! Most find them pretty enjoyable, ‘drops of heaven’ I’ve even gotten,” you chuckle, gesturing your hands around you as you speak.

He rolls his eyes at that and you scoff internally, mood killer, you think.

Taking one between his pointer and thumb, he pops it right into his mouth. You can tell he swirled his tongue over the chocolate, before taking a bite on it. He hums, lifting up his hand to lick the remaining residue off his finger. 

He brings his attention back to you, “Not too bad.”

Your daze breaks in a second, realizing your lips had been slightly ajar the whole time as you choke up a response. Not bad my ass, you liar!

He furrows his brow, a look of apprehension passing on his face before he smiles. He picks out another truffle, this time enjoying it more openly. Your breath gets caught in your throat once again as he moans, his eyelids drifting close to savor the taste. You watched as his adam's apple bobs in his throat when he swallows the truffle. This time when he licks his fingers, he rolls his tongue over it, sighing at the taste. You could feel the wet sensation pooling in your panties.

“Now that I think about it,” he takes a step towards you, his voice a low rumble, “they are much pleasurable.”

You whimper as he catches your chin in his hand. 

“I-,” you began, but he had no interest in letting you finish, placing his thumb over your lips. He grins down at you.

“Don’t act like I haven’t noticed. What you’ve been doing. Now what has got you so interested in the infamous god of mischief? Trying to please me so?” He says, his thumb continuing to caress your soft lips.

Your face warms, “I- uh, you just- you never- god!”

He raises a brow at you amusedly before chuckling, “we are in no rush, my sweet.”

You huff, crossing your arms in front of you. “Well I just couldn’t stand watching you for a second longer degrade my world's cooking!”

The amusement in his eyes never fades as he leans down, “Well I must admit something, while most of your world's cuisine has been subpar, I have come to enjoy the meals being served these last couple weeks, in secret.”

Your eyes widen as he speaks, shock coursing through you. “Hey!” You slap his chest, “are you really that arrogant that you can’t even admit you enjoy my cooking, even if it's a ‘mere humans’ to you!” 

He laughs, you don’t think you’ve ever heard him laugh, and god was it lovely. “I don’t admit defeat that easily, darling. This is a game we’ve been playing, is it not?”

“I can’t believe you knew,” you frown.

“I’m not a fool, it was quite obvious. You couldn’t keep your eyes off me.”

You flush, averting your eyes, “shut up.”

“That’s all you have to defend yourself? Guilty indeed darling. Although,” he turns back to the counter, popping another truffle between his lips, “I do think I know a dessert that could taste much better than this.”

“And that is?”

Swallowing the truffle, he leans back down, his lips grazing over the shell of your ear. 

“You,” he whispers. You let out a soft gasp, your already aroused pussy clenching at the thoughts running through your head. 

He leans back, taking a look around before settling on the tempered chocolate on the stove. 

“I do believe we have some left overs, yes?” He smiles at you.

You nod, awaiting for his next move. He steps over to the stove, dipping a pale finger into the melted chocolate and tasting the sweet. He sighs, gesturing to you to come over. Dipping again he turns to you, smearing it over your lips as you gasp. 

“May I?” His eyes glitter in the light, the mischief consuming them.

You smile, not believing what was about to happen, “Yes,” you laugh, before his lips crash down yours, his tongue licking up the remaining chocolate off your lips. 

“Delectable.”

Tugging him back into your embrace, you melt back into the kiss, tangling your fingers in his dark locks. Pushing you back against the counter, he slips his tongue between your conjoined lips, the taste of chocolate mingling between you both. His hands slip under your shirt, resting on your warmed skin. You moan into his mouth, the sensation of him making you yearn for more. Pulling away, Loki rest his head against yours, his heated breath fanning your skin.

“Loki…,” you sigh against his mouth.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” he mutters, one of his hands trailing up your back before curling his fingers in your hair.

“Really, you like me? A measly mortal?”

“Yes, you," he grins pressing a kiss against your head. “I have a reputation to remain, the notorious god of mischief, remember?”

“Oh shut up,” you roll your eyes before smiling.

“Silly mortal, my mortal.”

You slap your hand against his chest, "whatever, mischief."

— \\next//

[cloudwisp]

Helloooo !! Back it again with the selfship questions! I can't get enough of how cute you and Sylus are together! (* >ω<) </333

Now! Let's get started!

What are some physical traits you love of him ?

What are some physical traits he loves of you ?

What are some personality traits you love of him ?

What are some personality traits he loves of you ?

How publicly affectionate are you? Do you guys love PDA or do you keep it lowkey?

Do you have pet names for each other? If so, what are they?

What’s ‘your song’ with them? Does it remind you of each other, or have special memories attached to it?

Do you own anything that’s symbolic of your relationship i.e. charms, souvenirs etc.?

- 🌧 (anon)

Waa, hello again beloved 🌧 anon!! <33 omgie I appreciate you coming back with more selfship questions because this gives me the chance to work on my lore with Sylus & have it written down somewhere. Thank you, smooching you tons and wishing you a splendid day/night angel!! ✨

What are some physical traits you love about him?

There are so many features I love about how he looks. But the main one is his eyes because they’re always so expressive and it’s quite easy to figure out what he’s thinking and how he’s feeling in the moment. Like for example, if I accidentally take a joke too far I can see the glimmer of hurt in his eyes/face even when he tries to hide it or the way his eyes light up when we’ve been apart for more than half a day and see each other for the first time again. I want to include his hands as well—they’re huge and I love how he holds me, pulls me in, handles me tenderly (or roughly hehe), and leads me around <33

What are some physical traits he loves about you?

He would say my cute smile, hands down. He loves nothing more than seeing me happy, even more so when he’s the reason behind it. I would also assume my petite height—we both have quite the size difference since I’m standing at 5’1 and he’s 6’2 and he’s always amused when he comes across me huffing and struggling to reach things on the high shelves before coming to help me. Not without paying a kissing toll though.

What are some personality traits you love about him?

How incredibly respectful he is, not just to me but to others around him. I appreciate how sweet and considerate Sylus is too—always prepared for just about anything and if something goes wrong he knows what to do/who to call to fix the situation. He really loves to make me feel like I’m cared for, and I don’t have to worry about our plans or what we’re doing when we’re together. And I love his playful and teasing side because who doesn’t like to have a little fun?

What are some personality traits he loves of you?

I suppose Sylus loves that I’m always thinking about him too. Especially since I love baking/cooking for those who appreciate my labor of love, I tried to recreate some of his favorites when we first started dating. And now, when I attempt to make new things—from savory delicacies to sweetened pastries and desserts, I always set aside the perfect plate or piece from the batch for him. And he always loves tasting the homemade things I make no matter what it is.

(A few things I’ve actually made before are sea urchin cream pasta, salmon nigiri, chocolate souffle, tiramisu, etc. As you can see, I’m a lover of delicious food 🙂‍↕️)

How publicly affectionate are you? Do you guys love PDA or do you keep it lowkey?

I feel like I’m pretty affectionate around him—enough so that the people around us know we’re a couple and while we both enjoy it we’re also mindful about our surroundings. But we do look like we’re in our little world with the way we hold hands, share loving glances, give each other sweet & quick pecks, my head against his shoulder, his arm around my waist, and him hugging me from behind as we wait for our turn.

Do you have pet names for each other? If so, what are they?

Aside from kitten and sweetie, Sylus loves calling me darling & beautiful and would often times add wife at the end of it—my darling wife, my beautiful wife. I’m not huge on using pet names so I’ll call him Sy, my love, and honey.

What’s ‘your song’ with them? Does it remind you of each other, or have special memories attached to it?

I’m not sure what our song would be yet but I’d say a modern rendition of Isn’t It Romantic by Ella Fitzgerald holds a special memory.

For one of our first few dates, Sylus took us to a nice restaurant that had live music entertainment and we were dining on a private rooftop with a beautiful view and a small group of musicians to play for us on the side. After finishing the main course he asked for my hand to slow dance while we waited for dessert to arrive, and I was so flustered at how unexpected the gesture was. But it turned out really lovely and he even spun me around and dipped me—I was nothing but smiles and giggles during and afterwards.

Do you own anything that’s symbolic of your relationship i.e. charms, souvenirs etc.?

The romantic song Sylus composed for me on the organ instrument and gifted to me on a vinyl record because it’s a little piece of him expressing his love for me. For my gift to him, I booked a kumiko keepsake box course to make one for him where he can deposit anything that’s meaningful to him—like photos, ticket stubs, or little trinkets. I thought it would be pretty neat and he would appreciate something handmade, and I even added a written love letter to him to get it started.

[leaderpinhead]

Ruggie - Coupla Donuts

Prompt: Fake Dating

“This is so dumb.” 

Ruggie shushed Yuu under his breath. “Shut up before you give us away.” 

Yuu rolled her eyes. Her fingers squeezed his when he pulled her forward in the line. The couple in front of them giggled while they playfully “argued” with one another. Ruggie stood on his toes and eyed the glass display in front of them. His mouth watered when one of the bakery workers slid open the cabinet to place a fresh batch of donuts on the shelf. The donuts were still warm, the chocolate icing oozing down their sides. 

“You’re literally drooling.” 

Ruggie wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of the hand holding Yuu’s. Yuu shook her head, and her nose slightly wrinkled. “You have no shame.” 

“Absolutely none,” Ruggie agreed, his laughter hissing through his teeth. “This place has the best donuts on the entire island! And they taste even better when they’re free. Shyheeheehee!” 

“To couples,” Yuu added. She swung their connected hands between them and glanced around the bakery. Ruggie didn’t need to follow her bored gaze. His ears twitched every time a high-pitched giggle from the numerous couples crowding the tiny bakery pierced the air. “Who was your significant other last year?” 

“Kalim.” Ruggie snickered at the exaggerated eye roll she gave him. His humor wasn’t enough to keep him from glaring at the back of the heads of the couple in front of them. They were giggling more than picking out donuts. “He was totally into the whole act.” 

“I’m surprised you got him off the campus without Jamil.” 

“Naw, Jamil was with us. We were a throuple and got three times the donuts!” 

“I don’t get why we have to do all this,” Yuu said with a shake of her head. “It’s not like you just buy everything with Leona’s money anyway.” 

Ruggie paused his glaring long enough to pout. “Leona won’t let me come into town with his wallet.” 

“At least his laziness has a limit.” 

The couple in front of them finally made a decision and moved out of the way to the register. Ruggie’s ears perked, and he yanked Yuu forward with him. He let go of her hand to eagerly rub his palms together. “Finally. I thought we’d never make it up here.” 

The young worker behind the cabinet giggled. “You’re always so impatient, Mr. Ruggie! We’ve got plenty of donuts for everyone today. Did you come in for the special couple's discount?” 

“Heck yeah!” Ruggie’s eyes flicked from one tray of donuts to another. Did he want the chocolate drizzle one or the strawberry shaped one? Maybe he’d go wild and get the custard-filled one. Dang it, why did Jamil have to ruin everything this year by making Kalim stay in his dorm and study? He could’ve gotten all three! “I’ve been waiting all week for this!” 

A hand yanking on his wagging tail made him yelp. He glared back at Yuu. She ignored him and flicked her fingers in his direction in a dismissive manner. “Don’t mind him. You know how he is at this point.” 

The worker giggled even harder. “Oh! It’s perfectly fine! So which donuts would you two like? In case you haven’t heard, we’re doing a special flavor today: strawberry cream-filled with a chocolate glaze.” 

“I definitely want that one!” Ruggie crouched to get a better look at the donuts behind the glass. His mouth was watering again. “Let’s see. One of the special flavor and…” 

“That one.” Yuu’s finger lightly tapped the glass right above his ear. “The plain one.” 

Ruggie sputtered. “Plain? It doesn’t even have glaze on it!” 

“Perfect.” Yuu’s finger tapped against the glass again. “I want the plain one.” 

A light growl escaped Ruggie. “They give out free plain donuts every day! This is the one day out of the whole year you can get any donut free. Even the deluxe ones.” 

“Then you get a deluxe one,” Yuu argued back at him. She turned her deadpan stare at the worker, who was barely breathing through her giggles. “I’ll have the plain one, and he’ll have a fancy one. Don’t worry about putting it in a bag. He’ll inhale it before we even get out the door.” 

“Coming…right up!” the worker said between her giggles. 

She made quick work of snatching the chosen donuts off their trays and waved them to the register. She lightly hip bumped the other girl away from the register and rang them up. Ruggie squinted at the digital screen until the discount brought the total down to a beautiful zero. His tail started wagging again when she handed them each one donut wrapped loosely in wax paper. He lifted the donut to his mouth, smelling the yeasty undertones of a perfectly fried donut. 

“You two make a really cute couple.” 

Ruggie clamped down on the donut. Delicious strawberry cream mingled with bitter chocolate on the top of his tongue. He slowly chewed and blinked at the smiling worker. His ears flicked once when he remembered the entire ruse. “Yeah, cute.” 

“He’s a bit of a slob, but I suppose I’ll keep him.” 

Ruggie shot Yuu a side glare. “A slob? I’m the one that does all the cleaning!” 

Yuu reached over and jabbed her knuckles against the corner of his mouth. The corner of his upper lip reflexively curled. Yuu pulled back and showed him the large dollop of pink cream smeared across her fingers. She stuck her tongue out at him. “Slob.” 

“Spoiled.” 

“Moocher.” 

“Goody two-shoes.” 

Another giggle interrupted them. “You two are definitely a perfect match! No offense, Mr. Ruggie, but she’s much better than the two boyfriends you brought with you last year.” 

Ruggie huffed and took another huge bite of his donut. He would argue two boyfriends was better because it gave him an extra donut. He grabbed Yuu’s hand after she wiped the cream off with a nearby napkin. “Thanks. I’ll be back next weekend.” 

The bakery worker’s giggles followed them out the door. Ruggie shook his head once they were walking down the road back to campus. “Us a good couple? Yeah, right. If I ever dated you, it’d be because I got free donuts every weekend. Shyheeheehee.” 

“I’ll admit, I would date you if you agreed to clean Ramshackle every weekend too.” The wax paper around her donut crinkled when she unfolded it. “The way you get around donuts is a little concerning though.” 

“I just know what’s actually important.” Ruggie popped the last big bite of his donut into his mouth. He nearly choked when Yuu lifted her donut to her face. “Oi! What are you doing?” 

Yuu paused and blinked at him. “What? I’m eating my donut.” 

Ruggie shook his head and swallowed. He coughed lightly when the huge lump of donut lodged in his throat. “Your donut?’ 

“Yeah.” Yuu waved the donut at him. “What? Did you think I was going to let you get two free donuts? I have a fee for using me in your little scam.” 

“You don’t even like donuts!” 

“But I can eat it.” As if to make her point, Yuu shoved the donut into her mouth. Ruggie gargled in horror. Her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk’s. “Thanks for the donut, honey.” 

Ruggie lunged forward. Yuu yelped when his teeth clamped onto what was left of the donut. She reflexively loosened her grip. Ruggie lurched back, the rest of the donut dangling from his mouth, and sprinted away from her. He chewed the bit of donut in his mouth and yelled over his shoulder, “Thanks for the donut, sweetie!” 

Ruggie snickered at the curses the prefect spat back at him. 

[saywhatjessie]

I signed my letter that I sealed with a kiss

Advent Calendar Day 17! (prompts by @raven-cincaide-words) Today’s prompts: Ice cream in Winter | Pen Pals | Love Letters Fandom: Ted Lasso - Pairing: Tred 1.1k[Ao3]

Hey, Trent!

Happy Holidays! Henry asked if we could pick up our old tradition of sending out Christmas cards and who was I to say no? Luckily, he thought it was fine if I sent all the Richmond cards in one go to Nelson Road and trust Higgins to hand them out to the right people, so if you’re getting this than he did it! Knew he could – our Higgybottom is one smooth operator. Henry did the art for the front of the card! He’s getting really into drawing lately. He needed something stationary to do when he broke his ankle a couple months ago. No football! The horror! But he’s become really taken with colored pencil drawings and I think I look pretty good, right? He really get the depth and texture of my mustache. He insisted we also include a photo of the two of us so people can see how good his drawing is and I told him people would remember what we looked like but he insisted! So now, I’m afraid, you absolutely have to hang these on your fridge. In Kansas I may be, but this way I am also with you in your kitchen, judging you for getting takeout for the fifth time this week. Hope you’re having a nice one! Text me a picture of this card on your fridge so I know you did it. If you don’t text me the same day Beard does, I’ll send him after you and he’ll show up at your house. Sorry not sorry!

Love, Ted & Henry Lasso

🌻✈️💌☕

Dear, Ted and Henry,

Happy holidays to you as well! Clara was absolutely smitten with the idea of drawing a Christmas card and so now I’ve been made to send one back. Well, it was my pleasure. Look at the craftsmanship! The glitter was my idea. You’re welcome. Clara would like to know what Henry is asking Santa for and if Mr. Ted could send her more biscuits for Christmas. I told her it was unlikely as sending baked goods through customs was a dubious endeavor but she insisted I ask. So I’m asking. And, between you and me, if you’re doing it for my daughter anyway, I would like to request mine with that cinnamon sugar topping you Americans like. Please and thank you. I’ve held up my end, as you know from our lengthy phone call after I texted you the picture of my fridge, so now I simply must insist you return the favor. I’ve also included a photo of Clara and myself – I’m not sure she and Henry have ever met. It might be nice for him to put a face to a name as I know it’s been good for Clara. Missing you, Ted Lasso, and wishing the best for Henry in this new artistic pursuit.

Merry Christmas, Trent and Clara Crimm

☕✈️💌🌻

Trent,

Cookies are en route! I expect this letter to get to you before the cookies do – gosh darn customs – but some very helpful people on Reddit gave me some tips to make sure everything’s kosher. If you don’t get them, I’ll assume the hardworking people at the postal service did, and we can’t really blame them, can we? I had to make a double batch so Henry could get some but he’s more of a chocolate chip guy so wasn’t really sure what to make of the thing you weird Brits call biscuits. I ended up sharing them with some of my new neighbors and taking Henry out for ice cream instead. Yes, ice cream in winter. We’re lucky we’ve got so many dairy farms nearby that there are creameries open this time of year! I suppose I could have just gotten pints of good old Ben & Jerry’s from the Dillon’s but, well, the act of Getting Ice Cream with my kid is just something really special. It’s more the act than the thing itself, like going to the movies or reading in the park. Sure, you can do that stuff at home, but it’s just that little bit sweeter to experience it with the world. Henry’s going through that cotton candy ice cream phase which is utterly repulsive but I guess he’s feeling like he has to prove something. I got the cookie trifecta of cookie dough, cookies and cream, and the special peanut butter cookie ice cream from the creamery. It was perfect and I make the best choices. You’ll have to visit Kansas some time so you can try it - not sure shipping you ice cream will work out like the cookies did. Tell Clara that Henry asked Santa for a new bike. Don’t tell Henry, but Santa is already keeping it hidden in the neighbor’s garage. Let me know how it all shakes out! And get yourself something nice besides the cookies. For me.

Love, Ted.

🌻✈️💌☕

Ted,

It is now past Christmas as the postal system has a vendetta against me, specifically (in actuality I know they’ve been very busy with packaged and whatnot but I’m bitter) but the biscuits were perfect and my little one is now in a bit of a sugar coma. Sha says thank you so much and she hopes Henry liked his bike. I’m taken the unexpected moment of peace to do something nice for myself, as you asked. My mother is staying with me so she’s happy to watch Clara as I make my way to get gelato. Which is like your American ice cream but a million times better. There’s more fat, if you can believe it. And it’s perfect. I’m sitting there now, at a little cafe table in the shop. Everyone is looking at me like I’m insane - it’s an Italian shop so people usually come in here for cappuccinos or Italian pastries this time of year but her I’m sat with a tower of hazelnut ferrer in a waffle cone while it’s 2°. And I do not regret it. This gelato is delicious and you were right about the action of it, too. Everyone here thinks I’m crazy, but by coming out and getting a frozen treat, I feel like I’m doing it with you. Only Ted Lasso would do something so charming and ill-advised. It’s like you’re still here. I would love to see Kansas. Just tell me when to book my flight.

Love, Trent.

☕✈️💌🌻

Hey, sweetheart.

You left your sweater. It’s in the box. I almost kept it to cuddle with, I miss you so much already. I’m still working on Michelle but I think I can convince her to move us to London by next season.

Wait for me.

Love, Ted.

🌻✈️💌☕

[swissboyhisch]

Baking Antics

Pairing: Anthony Beauvillier x Reader

Summary: A rainy day means baking and dancing in the kitchen.

Word Count: 1002

Warnings: Nothing but does hint to sex at the end.

A/N: Beauvillier is one of my favourites. And I'm so glad I got to watch him play just after he was traded. Though the trade was a rough one.

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Today was a baking kind of day. A rainy day in Vancouver, how unusual. You decided that whilst Tito had a morning skate that you’d whip up a couple things. Namely, a couple of batches of cupcakes, brownies and your famous M&M and Oreo bake.

Natalie Miller had revealed that their eldest’s school was doing a bake sale when you both were at the home game the other night. Your love for baking was well known amongst the Islanders’ families. But yet to be revealed to your new team. You also loved helping out where you can. You hadn’t been able to bake since you and Tito moved to the city. Now you have the perfect reason.

Especially since you and Tito were new to the team in a sense. Since the trade from New York, both of you tried to fit in where you can. Whilst Tito was the bubbly, happy-go-lucky guy who could fit in with any team. Even if he had been traded to the Rangers instead. You were more reserved, despite your time in the spotlight. You were self-conscious coming into another group of WAGs. Scared of being the outsider once more. 

You got everything set up in your apartment kitchen. All the ingredients out on the bench with all the utensils as well. Instead of being boring you set up your laptop with some karaoke and even an Instagram live. On the app, you were popular due to being known for your time on Broadway and as Tito’s fiance. You started the live and watched people join. 

“Hey everyone,” You smile, seeing some of the comments flooding in. Every now and then you’d see someone comment a role you had done. “I’m about to start baking cupcakes and some different slices. I thought why not have you guys join. So it wouldn’t be as lonely. Maybe mess around and sing some songs while we’re at it.”

Shuffling your broadway playlist, the first song to come up was Defying Gravity. You quickly skip the song and apologize to the viewers. Promising to sing it later once your voice has warmed up. The next one to come on was Beautiful from Heathers. It was one role you had loved from when you were young, Veronica Sawyer. 

“I’ve decided on making a batch of vanilla and chocolate cupcakes first.”

You started to follow the recipes in front of you. Pausing every so often to read comments and interact with the viewers. While you waited for the cupcakes to cool down, you started on your brownies. Which were a hit, especially with Mat. You lost count at how many batches you made specifically for him. 

“Do I miss New York?” You read out, the comment catching your eye. You smiled sadly at the thought of your home for the duration of yours and Tito’s relationship. “Of course I do. Tito and I were talking last night about how we miss our little group. We even facetimed Mat. The boys miss each other. I miss the girls a lot. But we’ve settled in here. Made friends. You guys know Tito could make friends with anyone. Even a bear if it came down to it.”

The comments flowed. A lot of the fans were picking up on how you guys missed Mat. Majority of the comments were also involving quotes from Mat’s interviews recently. Of course you had seen it. Both you and your boyfriend had cried over it. Mat was your best friend after meeting through Tito. He always stated he was your permanent third wheel. Sadly, the trade chucked a wrench in that tricycle.

“Did you guys have any requests for me to sing?” You ask, trying to redirect everyone from the talk of your old home. After a moment, you pulled up your Spotify and started playing Satisfied from Hamilton. “You guys want me to suffer. I haven’t sung this for a while and the rapping will not be clean. That’s for sure.”

The music started as you started to mix the brownie ingredients. “A toast to the groom… To the Bride.”

You danced around the kitchen, enjoying yourself for what seemed like the first time in months. Since the trade, you felt stressed and out of place. Tito had done everything he could but there was only so much. The song transitioned from Hamilton to Moulin Rouge. Specifically Welcome to the Moulin Rouge. Nini was your last role before you moved to Vancouver. One that you fell in love with while performing it. It was in your top 3 roles you’ve got to play.

“I’ll probably start dancing at some point with this song,” You chuckled, already wanting to do the choreography that was still fresh in your mind.

Seamlessly, you continued with your baking. Pulling out your brownies. Making the icing for the cupcakes. Mixing the batter for the M&M and Oreo bake. In between you dance along to the music. Without you noticing, Tito had gotten home and snuck up behind you after you placed the finished products on the bench. He wrapped his hands around our waist. You jumped but the familiar smell of his cologne calmed you.

“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?” He whispers in your ear, in time with the music.

“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?” You respond, smirking at him.

Tito leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Oi, mon amour.”

“I’m doing an Instagram live,” You reveal, nodding to your phone. “Say hi to your fans.”

Without missing a beat, Tito grins and waves to the camera. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m stealing the star of your show. I’ve missed her after training and I want to cuddle.”

The pair of your big goodbye quickly to the viewers and ended the stream. You made sure everything was turned off. Double checking and triple checking the oven being off. After that, both you and Anthony retreated to your bedroom for some…. Pregame rituals… and his nap after.

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@findapenny @mp0625 @hischierhaze @11zegras @lvrzegras @francesfarhadi @cixrosie @daisysthings

[orionlancasterr]

Oc interview

I was tagged by @adelaidedrubman !

Judas King and Mary Hart agreed to sit down with Lauren Westfield for a couple preemptive interviews with her podcast and YouTube series, Case Files.

name 

“Judas- oh you probably want the full thing, um, Judas King.”

nickname

“The Chosen One, Wrath, Sinner- I think Jacob called me the executioner once…”

Upon seeing Laurens growing discomfort Judas trails off, his face growing red

“Sorry that’s not what you meant. No I don’t really have any, Judas doesn’t really lend itself to nicknames. Skunk tried Jude once but it didn’t feel right.”

gender

“Male, mostly.”

star sign

“Aquarius I think? Mary talks about it a lot.

personality type

“I dont want to be a dick but I don’t really know what this has to do with Edens gate..”

Laura frowns a little, scratching at the back of her head. “We just want to get to know you a little better before we y’know get into the juicy stuff.”

“Oh right, you’re just gonna have to bear with me on some of these, my um, my whole world has been about this stuff uncensored for like five years.”

“Right, of course!” Lauren gives a sort of forced laugh.

height

“5’5 I think, they measured at the last doctors appointment.”

orientation:

“I’ve mostly been using gay but I’ve been reading a lot online and I think I like queer more- I don’t like specific labels.”

nationality/ethnicity:

“American, obviously but I think French? I have a second cousin twice removed something or other that lives over there but I’m not really sure.”

fave fruit 

“I love oranges- more than anyone should and I had one for the first time in years the other day and I gotta say even the best batch of bliss couldn’t beat that shit.”

Lauren, while still uncomfortable makes no move to change the subject this time.

fave season

“Early fall-late summer. The rain brings a chill and I think the mountains are best when it’s wet out.”

fave flower 

“I think bindweed flowers are really cute, unfortunely bindweed sucks.”

fave scent 

“There is this polish I use the interior of cars, mothers, it’s like a plastic restorer anyways that shit smells so good.”

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: 

“I didn’t like coffee or tea for a while but I’ve recently gotten into iced coffee, I like caramel iced lattes apparently.”

average hours of sleep: 

“Good nights, 5-6 but I can easily go a night or two without sleeping. Night terrors. But the guys say I still flail around and shit on the good ones.”

Judas chuckled at this one.

dog or cat person

“Bears. I volunteered at a wildlife rehab center before the reapings and we had this bear, cheeseburger, a big old boy who was found by one of the senior members found him shoving trash in his face behind Chad’s old place. Burgers, fries, onion rings you name it Cheeseburger ate it. So he took him in anyways after everything went down Wade radioed in saying he had to release him because the Jacob wanted to experiment so I tracked him down. Found out he was diabetic and needed insulin so we became buddies. He’s in Yellowstone Wildlife Sanctuary now and I visit him every few days.”

It’s at this point Judas pulls out a phone and starts showing the staff pictures of a severely obese grizzly bear wearing a collar, at which they coo and awe. In newer photos he has lost a considerable amount weight.

dream trip 

“Climb every mountain range in North America. I met a guy when I was a kid on a hike that did that, his name was trinket and he was like 70 years old climbing the continental divide in colorado. Said he sold everything a few years ago to fund his mission. I’d like to start in the south, Saturn says the Appalachians are pretty.”

“I don’t want to assume anything but wouldn’t you be sick of mountains at this point I mean…after everything that happened in the whitetails?”

Judas laughs. “It’s not the mountains fault some lunatic decided to murder and maim a bunch of people.”

favorite fictional/real character

“Optimus Prime, they made like three more transformers movies and I made everyone promise to watch them with me when we get home.”

number of blankets you sleep with? 

“I have a weighted blanket and, okay don’t make fun of me, my baby blanket under that. It’s basically like a two foot square of worn out fabric at this point but we found it in the house after. Um. After.”

It’s at this point Judas begins to look upset for the first time during the interview. Lauren quickly asks the next question.

random fact:

“I thought it would be fun to teach boomer how to launch himself off my back but now he does it at random. It hurts, I’m sorry it’s been nice do you mind if I um. If I go sit outside for a little bit?”

“Of course not, take your time.”

————

name 

“Marilyn Ellen Hart, please don’t call me Marilyn.”

nickname

“Mary, it’s the preferred name.”

She smiles charmingly, directly at the camera.

gender

“Female.”

star sign

“Aries sun, Capricorn moon and Sagittarius rising. This should be a shock to no one.”

This draws a laugh out Lauren.

personality type

“ENFP, crowds really get me going, I love talking to people. It’s why I love playing shows. Yeah sure the music is the thing that keeps me going after everything but the people make me feel alive.”

height

“Five feet two inches exactly. I got my drivers licence a few days ago. It’s crazy how many rules there are to driving in the real world. Skunk and Nick had two rules. Don’t hit anyone and stay on the pavement.”

Another laugh bubbles out of the staff and is met with a brilliant smile from Mary.

orientation:

“Lesbian but Judas and Daisy keep reading articles too me and maybe I’m also asexual. I haven’t decided yet.”

nationality/ethnicity:

“Raised in America but I was adopted from Ukraine.”

fave fruit 

“Strawberries. Like good fresh sweet ones. The ones from the store aren’t nearly as good.”

fave season

“Summer. Hot, sunny days, as dry and bright as possible.”

fave flower 

“Daisy”

She winks at the camera

fave scent 

“BBQ, I love a good vinegar based sauce.”

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: 

“Saturn got me hooked on sweet iced tea.”

average hours of sleep: 

“Recently I’ve been getting full nights sleep without smoking now that’s wild to me.”

dog or cat person

“Does peaches count as a cat?”

She looks past the camera and grins at someone. Laura asks who peaches is.

“Peaches, my dear, is this badass cougar we found eating so- I’m not allowed to say that am I? We found her in the Henbane.  Her owner just. Handed her to us, a trio of eighteen year old kids. She’s the sweetest thing…most of the time. She’s at Yellowstone with Cheeseburger. Apparently they tried to separate them but I imagine it didn’t go well because they were together again within like two days.”

Dream trip

“The ocean, we’re driving down California in a few weeks and I made them promise to take me to the Monterrey Bay Aquarium.”

favorite fictional/real character

“Misa Amane, from death note. I was obsessed with her in middle school.”

number of blankets you sleep with? 

“Whatever is in the back of the van. Usually a throw and Judas’s weighted blanket.”

random fact:

“I had to learn how to whittle my own sticks because the ones we’d scavenge kept snapping on me. I still use my own at shows.”

I’ll tag @vault81 @bleumanouche @chaosintheavenue and anyone who wants to!

[mothalas]

WORLD FAMOUS (a couple very dedicated fans) BAKER (follows strictly recipes) MOTHALAS MAKES ANOTHER (I’ve never made these before) INCREDIBLE (yet to be determined) BATCH OF PEANUT BUTTER (and chocolate) BROWNIES ‼️‼️‼️

[posttexasstressdisorder]

New Year’s Eve Peanut Butter-Chocolate Chip Cookies

Better than a buncha drunks!

These are a mash-together of three different recipes I’ve made separately over the years, and this combination hits All The Cookie Buttons.  Crispy outer edge, chewy middle when slightly warm, flavor-blend spot on.  Several reasons for that, and I’ll elaborate as I go here.

First off, Ingredients:

3/4 cup (1 1/2 sticks) of Salted Butter, softened to room temp, Use Salted.

3/4 cup of Crisco (use Baking stick, easiest...and PLAIN, not that artificial flavored insanity).

1 1/2 cups Laura Skudder’s chunky stir-up peanut butter, with a pinch extra salt (about a 1/4 teaspoon) tossed in when you stir the oil in.

1 cup granulated sugar, (plus about 3/4 cup extra in a wide, shallow bowl to roll dough balls in)

1 cup packed dark-brown sugar

1 Tablespoon of a high-quality REAL Pure Vanilla Extract.  Yes, it’s worth it.  The one I found here was nearly $20, but it’s amazing stuff...please don’t use shitty vanilla extract...it does make a difference!

1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda

1 teaspoon Kosher salt (it is the extra salt here, in the peanut butter, and in the butter, that gives these that extra kick.)

3 Tablespoons heavy whipping cream

2 eggs

1 regular bag Hershey’s milk chocolate chips

In your stand mixer bowl:  put in the softened butter and shortening, and beat until fluffy.  Stop, scrape, repeat, until well blended.

Now add the baking soda, salt, granulated & brown sugars, and the vanilla, and beat until well blended. 

Keep mixer going, and add the eggs, one at a time, letting each be incorporated.  Stop mixer before adding the peanut butter and the heavy whipping cream, and beat on medium/high until well blended.

Stop, scrape and make sure that all the ingredients have mixed well.

Turn speed down to 1, and add the flour, a cup at a time, tapping it in gradually from the measuring cup, while the mixer is running.  Do this from the speed-control side of the mixer.  A little practice lets you do this without flinging flour everywhere.

;-)

Note:  It should go without saying that the flour must be accurately measured via the fill/tap/level method.  That way you use the barest amount of flour, which results in a lighter-textured (or as Lily calls it “fluffier”) cookie.

Once the flour is incorporated fully, add the chocolate chips and mix on speed 1 until they are evenly distributed.  Yes...it will be a LOT of chocolate chips!

Now, the hardest thing you’re gonna do MUST BE DONE NOW:

Put the dough, covered, in the refrigerator for AT LEAST an hour, and walk away.

Seriously.  At least an hour.  Two is even better. 

This is essential to proper cookie functionality.

Once the dough is thoroughly chilled, preheat the oven to 375 degrees.

Take a wide, shallow bowl or pie-pan, put about 3/4 cup to 1 cup of granulated sugar in it.  Place it between your dough bowl and your sheet pan.

Shape dough into balls no smaller than 1″ in diameter, 1 1/4″ is ideal, any bigger and they are too big. 

Toss and coat each ball in the bowl of granulated sugar.  Place on sheet pan in a 3 x 4 grid.  Take a fork and criss-cross each dough ball, make sure they’re evenly spaced, and then bake for 12 minutes exactly

PUT YOUR BOWL OF DOUGH BACK IN THE FRIDGE UNTIL YOU ARE READY TO MAKE THE SECOND PAN OF COOKIES!

At exactly 12 minutes, take them out of the oven to cool, leaving them on the sheet pan for about five minutes.

THEN, after they’ve cooled a little, take your spatula and carefully remove them to cooling racks.  Once cooled completely, place in single layers, with waxed paper between, in a tupperware or similar container.  

PROTIP: after you’ve got the first batch off the pan, wipe the sheet pan down and stick it in your freezer for a couple of minutes before you start the next batch. 

The secret to perfect cookie is COLD DOUGH, COOL PAN.

With the butter, eggs and cream in these, they keep beautifully. 

So Happy New Year, y’all.  We made it through another one. 

Damn glad y’all are here.

Here’s before:

And after, just out, they are still very slightly puffy:

Once they’ve cooled for five minutes, they flatten out as they should:

[eshidu]

I remember you said something in tags a long time ago about how it’s more efficient to order bigger pizzas due to how they do sizes, and I’ve lived my life by that ever since.

Omg yaaay I love to hear that lolol

So so glad my random food knowledge has come in handy! (Via more pizza yahooo!!) I'm sure the pizza places you order from appreciate your consistency

Here's some more of my favorite food tips to give out that no one asked for UwU

- if you cut spicy peppers, rub a pea-worth of neutral oil (canola) on your hands, then just as much dish soap before actually washing your hands w water. The capsaicin binds w the oil and comes off easier!

- if youre making your own spaghetti/tomato based pasta but don't wanna add too much sugar, you can let your sauce simmer with big slivers of orange peels to help sweeten it! The orange works well against the spices. (A splash of orange juice also rly boosts the flavors in banana bread, zucchini bread, pumpkin bread, and even tomato soup!)

- a little pinch of lemon zest in garlic butter, specifically for garlic bread, is an absolute game changer

Actually maybe I should provide more food ordering tips, so

- for a cheaper pumpkin spice latte dupe at starbux, order a blonde roast coffee w cream/milk of choice, and two pumps of the pumpkin syrup

- instead of a big Mac, order a mcdouble with bigmac sauce and lettuce. You'll miss the middle bun, its otherwise the same for cheaper.

- for McDougal again, if you're gonna get a quarter pounder, order it first so the grillcooks can toss it on right away; they're typically made to order cuz they don't sit well (smallify under their own weight coupled w the heat lamps, so they're rarely made beforehand)

Here's more pizza stuff courtesy of my partner from their pizza manager days:

- pizza actually freezes really well! Order extra and freeze it, heat it up in the oven 350 for about 8min for a whole pizza

- you can ask for your pizza well done if you want your cheese golden instead of just melty

-if they have fresh parm, ask for it to be added AFTER the bake, else it just blends into the mozzarella (unless that's how you like it, but you're missing out on richer parm flavor)

- if you order spinach, ask them to put it between the sauce and the cheese- under the cheese specifically, and it won't burn during the bake.

And lastly, my ultimate fastfood wisdom:

How to make Wendy's frosty:

- 14oz sweetened condensed milk

- 8oz cool whip, still firm/cold

- 8cups or half gal 1% chocolate milk

- 1 Tablespoon vanilla extract

Blend together till smooth and freeze for about 4hrs

You'll likely wanna blend in two batches since most blenders only hold about 8 cups to begin with, but there ya go! :3

[berenwrites]

Whole New Us Ch11 - Stranger Things - Steddie

Whole New Us: Trauma Bonded and Beyond

Also on AO3 | Or here CH1 | CH2 | CH3 | CH4 | CH5 | CH6 | CH7 | CH8 | CH9 | CH10 | CH11 | CH12 | CH13 | CH14 | CH15 | CH16 | CH17 | CH18 | CH19 | CH20 | CH21 | CH22 | CH23 | CH24 | CH25 (Mature) | CH25 (Fade to black) COMPLETE

Summary: Steve has been ignoring his own problems, he’s been busy. They’ve all been busy, preoccupied with fixing everything that was broken. Vecna has been defeated, but the Upside Down is still there, and the gates are not completely closed even though Hawkins has almost returned to normal. It’s been a couple of months and the aftereffects of Steve’s encounter with the demobats is about to come back to bite him. However, it also brings some unexpected hope.

Pairing: steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Rating: Teen (with mature content in later chapters)

Chapter 11.    Friends

The government suits, along with Nancy, had come up with added extras to the cover story for Eddie being innocent to explain how he was alive. It had taken a couple of weeks, but everything had been put in place.

Eddie was still the tragic victim, kidnapped, nearly killed defending one Dustin Henderson, so much so he had been reported dead, only now he had miraculously managed to escape, only to be found wandering miles away and falling into catatonic trauma in a small clinic several towns over. This was where Hopper and Steve had tracked him down after Steve had heard a strange rumour and done some investigating. Bringing him back had helped him snap out of it by reuniting him with his uncle. All very dramatic and daytime soap opera like, but this was Hawkins, so no one would question it.

Steve wasn’t sure he liked the role of hero for the whole thing, but when Nancy had glared at him, he’d gone with it, since it also gave a decent explanation as to why Eddie could be staying with him if anyone found out.

It was all set to be released that lunchtime so that it would be a big feature on the evening news. Hence, just before twelve, Steve left Eddie with the phone to call his friends to give them advance warning. He didn’t know a whole heap about the other members of Corroded Coffin, but he knew they meant a lot to Eddie, letting them find out by media was not an option.

To give Eddie some privacy, Steve was stress baking in the kitchen since it was his day off. He’d asked Eddie if he should stay and Eddie had seemed conflicted, but eventually told him no, so he was doing his best to keep out of the way. It was quite hard to not listen since his hearing was that much sharper now, especially when it came to Eddie. He’d just put in his second batch of chocolate chip cookies when he felt a spike of anxiety come from Eddie’s direction. Without his conscious consent he froze.

“Gar, I’m safe, okay,” Eddie was saying. “I want to see you too, but … look I can’t.”

Steve could literally hear the longing in Eddie’s voice. These guys had been Eddie’s support system for years, and Eddie might have been part of the Upside Down party now, but he had been one of them longer. Steve knew all about losing your whole social group and he made a very quick decision.

Walking to the door he opened it.

“Eddie,” he said, peering round the corner to where Eddie was perching beside the phone, “you can invite them over.”

He made sure his voice would not carry over the phone, but Eddie heard him loud and clear. His boyfriend gave him a look that was all furrowed brows and conflicted tightness. For a second Eddie was clearly undecided, before he raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner. Steve nodded back.

“I made cookies,” he added, as if that might be a deciding factor.

Eddie sent back a fond smile for that, although it disappeared in nerves pretty quickly.

“Look, Gar,” Eddie said, “forget what I just said, but you’re going to think I’ve lost it when I tell you where I am.”

“If they need transport, I can pick them up,” Steve added, before disappearing back into the kitchen to allow Eddie to continue his conversation.

~*~

“They know about me,” Eddie said as they waited for Eddie’s friends to arrive.

“You?” Steve asked, because he didn’t quite follow.

“They know I’m gay,” Eddie expanded. “They might … um … us … they might pick up on it. I’ll try, but, sometimes my impulse control is shit around people I trust.”

Steve caught on. Rather than saying anything straight away, he reached out and gently pulled Eddie towards him, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.

“If you trust them, I trust them,” he said simply, because that was what it all boiled down to.

“They might be, well, a little hostile at first,” Eddie said, searching his face for something Steve couldn’t quite guess at. “They don’t know you like I do.”

“And they only ever saw King Steve,” he replied, because he could understand that.

Eddie nodded.

“And we’re kind of protective of each other,” Eddie explained.

“That I get,” Steve said, doing his best to reassure his boyfriend. “I was an asshole for much of my school career even if I was nowhere near as big a dick as Billy Hargrove. They have a right to dislike me. But I have cookies, I will win them over.”

Eddie took the hint and grinned at him.

“God, what did I ever do to have such a cute boyfriend who bakes too?” Eddie teased.

“I am not cute,” Steve protested. “I am devilishly handsome.”

“Well yeah, but I’m going with cute, adorable, beautiful…”

He shut Eddie up by kissing him. It was only supposed to be a quick kiss, but it deepened as Eddie threaded fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. The feeling of Eddie washed through him. It was so easy for Steve to lose himself in the moment as their desires and needs curled around each other, mixing into a heady cocktail.

Only the sound of the doorbell snapped them out of it.

“Fuck, you’re intoxicating,” Steve said, blinking back to reality.

Eddie gave him a grin, while pulling his shirt straight.

“Right back at ya, Big Boy,” Eddie said.

“Ok, go let your friends in,” Steve said before he got more ideas. “I’ll be in the kitchen with the radio on, so you guys can have some privacy. Just let me know if you need anything.”

Eddie leaned back in and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“Thanks,” Eddie said. “I will wait for the cookies to work their magic before introducing you properly.”

Eddie’s eyes flicked back towards the entry way, biting his lip.

“I can let them in for you, if you want,” Steve offered, picking up the fizzle of nerves in the back of his brain from Eddie, as well as the more than obvious body language. “Give you a chance to breathe before disappearing.”

“While that sounds very appealing,” Eddie said, taking a deep breath, “I think I’d rather get this over with. Let’s go with plan A.”

“Whatever you need,” he said, giving his boyfriend a supportive smile.

As Eddie headed towards the front door, Steve headed for the kitchen as he had promised.

“Gar…” he heard after the sound of the door opening, but the sound was cut off abruptly.

“Eddie, fuck, you really are alive you bastard.”

He knew the sound of desperate affection when he heard it and he hurried on his way. He flipped on the radio quickly, just loud enough to cover any sound coming from the other room before setting about preparing things for dinner. Robin was coming over later along with Wayne, and he had no idea if Eddie would want to invite his friends to stay as well, so he was determined to be prepared. He was pretty sure he had his Grandma Lucy’s feeding people instincts. No one had ever left her house hungry.

This house had been a bit like that once too, when he was younger, and it was just him and his mom at home. Now he thought about it, it was after his grandmother had collapsed and died from an aneurism (a timebomb waiting to happen no one could have predicted according to the doctors, he remembered hearing them tell his parents) that his mom had started pulling away. Going on business trips with his dad had suddenly been more important than baking cookies for Christmas or cakes for Easter.

Steve understood something about grief now and his thoughts were something of a revelation. Not that he was interested in dwelling on such deep thoughts when he had Eddie to worry about. Pulling out things from the refrigerator and cupboard he began to sing along quietly to the song playing as he went into prep mode.

He’d put together enough lasagne to feed an army (he could put some of it in the freezer if it wasn’t needed) when he heard the door open behind him. He turned to find Eddie standing in the doorway looking dishevelled as if he’d been playing with his hair, a bit shellshocked, but otherwise happy.

“You okay?” Steve asked.

“Yeah,” Eddie replied. “I’ve given them the whole story,” he made quotes with his hands as he said it, “and the sorry can’t tell you all the details speech, there might have been some crying, but we’ll all deny it to our dying day. Wanna come meet the guys?”

Steve wiped his hands on the closest cloth and pulled off the apron he was wearing.

“I’d love to,” he replied, even as his heartbeat picked up.

Following Eddie back into the living room, he found himself the focus of attention of Eddie’s three closest friends. He’d faced the Upside Down and honest to God monsters, but this was right up there with that.

“Hi,” he greeted.

“Steve, this is Gareth, Jeff and Frank,” Eddie introduced. “Guys, I’m sure you remember Steve.”

“We do,” Gareth replied.

“But none of us would have guessed The Steve Harrington bakes,” Jeff added.

“Awesome cookies, Man,” Frank finished.

“One of my grandma’s secret recipes,” he said, raising a smile at that. “She taught me to make them when I was eight. After she passed, they became my go-to comfort food.”

“You could create your own empire with them,” Gareth said, returning his smile.

“Nah, Robin would never forgive me,” he replied. “She uses them to bribe her mom into letting her stay over. If you could get them everywhere she’d lose her leverage.”

“Robin Buckley’s mother can be bribed with cookies to let her daughter sleep over at your house?” Jeff asked incredulously.

The cookies were more of a tradition these days than a bribe, but Steve wasn’t about to admit that.

“Yeah, or sometimes I sleep over at her house,” he replied, falling onto the couch beside Eddie. “We trauma bonded during the Starcourt fire. Sleepovers are way cheaper than the phone bills we were racking up.”

“They’re platonic soulmates,” Eddie offered up. “You should see it, it’s adorable.”

“Says the man who hides behind his hair when he’s embarrassed,” Steve countered.

“Well, I didn’t say I wasn’t adorable too,” Eddie replied, batting his eyelashes and deliberately pulling his hair over his face.

Shaking his head and laughing, Steve elbowed his boyfriend in the side, turning back to look at his guests. Jeff and Frank were smiling along too, but Gareth had a worryingly serious expression on his face. Eddie had mentioned that Gareth was his closest friend even though Eddie was significantly older.

“Adorable, yeah, that’s the word that first comes to mind with you, Eddie,” Jeff said, joining in the teasing.

“You break my heart, Sir Knight,” Eddie responded in true dramatic fashion. “I cannot go on.”

“Oh no,” Steve said firmly, “one dramatic death scene is one too many, so have another cookie and deal.”

Eddie giggled at him, but did take the opportunity to grab one of the few remaining cookies on the plate.

“Yeah, definitely one too many,” Gareth agreed, sobering the moment. “Look, Harrington, we owe you our thanks for finding Eddie and bringing him back.”

“It wasn’t just me,” Steve replied, because there was no way he was taking all the credit, no matter if they were talking the cover story or reality. “And I was just in the right place at the right time to figure out the truth.”

“Yeah, but most of this town wouldn’t have bothered,” Jeff joined in. “Eddie told us how you and Henderson helped him after what happened to Chrissy too and that it got you all in trouble.”

Steve saw Jeff’s eyes flick to the pale scar on his throat.

“Dustin’s a good kid and a force of nature,” he said before Jeff could go on. “He deserves all the credit for that, and Eddie nearly died saving Dustin, so they’re the heroes in this.”

“You keep telling yourself that,” Eddie muttered by his side. “Okay, enough of the deep shit, I want to know everything I’ve missed.”

And Steve was more than happy to go along with that, even if he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to understand half the conversation that was coming.

Over the next however long it was, time seemed to fly, he learned a lot about Eddie’s dynamic with his friends and found them carefully trying to suss him out along the way. There was none of the hostility Eddie had been afraid of. Apparently returning Eddie to them had overcome that part, but it was clear they still weren’t quite sure how to take him. Steve could accept that, after all, they didn’t really know him, and he didn’t know them.

Gareth was waxing lyrical about an album that had come out while Eddie was missing, by a band Steve had never heard of, when the walkie-talkie sitting on the side table crackled to life.

“Steve,” came over the connection, “are you listening? It’s Dustin. Over.”

“Sorry, guys,” he said, standing up and walking over immediately and picking up the device. “Hey, Bud, everything okay?”

“Is Eddie alright? Over.” Dustin asked.

“Yeah, he’s fine,” Steve replied. “He’s right here. The rest of his band have come to see him. Did you want to talk to him?”

There was definitely something off about Dustin’s tone.

“No, that’s okay,” Dustin replied, “just … um … just needed to check.”

When there was no ‘over’ at the end of that, Steve knew there was definitely something wrong.

“Hey, Dustin,” he said, “did something happen? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” came back. “I just … well … I heard the news on the radio and … and … it kinda brought everything back.”

“Where are you?” Steve asked immediately.

“At home,” Dustin told him.

“Is your mom there?”

“She has her gardening group today,” Dustin replied.

“Okay,” Steve told him, “sit tight, I’m coming to get you. You don’t need to be alone right now, and we can leave your mom a note.”

He was kicking himself for not thinking about it sooner. If he had known Dustin was going to be alone, he would have prepared better. It might only be a fake cover story being released to a disinterested public, but it was likely having an effect on them all.

“Sorry, guys,” he said grabbing his keys, “I’ve got to go. Eds, you know where everything it, just help yourselves. I won’t be long.”

Eddie leapt off the couch and came over, placing his hand on Steve’s arm.

“Need me to get rid of the guys?” Eddie asked quietly.

“No,” Steve said quickly, “you need to catch up. If Dustin wants to talk, I can drive him around a bit, or we can go to my room when I get back. In fact, if you want you can invite the guys to dinner. I’m sure it will help Dustin to talk nerd for a few hours and I made way too much lasagne.”

The way Eddie smiled at him for that made his heart flutter.

“You are such a momma bear,” Eddie said without the slightest hint of malice. “And thanks, now go get your cub.”

Then Eddie leaned forward and pecked him on the cheek in what was clearly a totally unconscious gesture. Eddie’s brain caught up with what he had done a second too late.

“I just did that didn’t I?” he said.

“You did,” Steve replied, glancing over at Eddie’s friends who looked surprised and confused, except for Gareth who looked vindicated. “I’d stay, but Dustin…”

“Go,” Eddie said, ushering him out the door, “I’ll deal with this. They’ll be fine.”

“You’re sure?” Steve checked.

“Shoo,” Eddie said and all but bodily ejected him from the house.

End of Chapter 11

Chapter 12

[amazing1536]

1004

today was oddly productive and i feel it needs to be documented for future recollection that I can actually do things sometimes. Today I:

Emptied and ran the dish washer 2 or3 times

cleared 2/3 of the kitchen table (with an assist from one of my roommates) and wiped it off

wiped off the stove top

made a batch of pasta

made a batch of scones

ran to the store for 2 things I’ve been forgetting every time I go out for months and the chocolate chips for the scones

swept off the stairs

took the dried plant-matter and egg shells to the compost pile

got rid of the bad meat juice/ broth from when I boiled beef a couple weeks ago

washed the remaining dishes

did my taxes

removed 1 bag of old clothes from my room

threw out my old work shoes like I’ve been meaning to do for months now

removed a bag of trash from my room

consumed 3 meals and a scone

got a nap

… and most of that was because I don’t have a plan on how to properly attack the full cleaning and organization of my room….

and now I have to get ready for work. It’s been a productive day.

[scribeittomepodcast]

Josh's Story for Prompt #1: "Last Ply On The Roll"

I tell people that I am an Aroma Quality Specialist at a mid-tier disposable tissue manufacturer. Really, I’m a toilet paper sniffer. It’s even the official job title on my tax form. 

When I first told my sister, she asked if there was any human chocolate involved. A natural thing to ask and it is a common misconception but I told her, “No. In fact, your checking so that it smells like the exact opposite.”

Toilet paper companies have been in a sort of arms race since the 50’s trying to find this mythical non-existent scent. Some companies have tried to experiment with certain fruity smells for their wipes every several years but it has never gained traction, often resulting in a recall due to rash based health concerns. So they pay guys like me 70k a year to check that each QA batch of TP is as close to odorless as possible. Every once in a while, they will get me up to R&D to test a new formula.

Do I notice a difference? Hell no. I got this job by being able to discern the difference between a Coke and a Pepsi. It was a perfect job for someone who doesn’t have much going on and prefers to keep it that way. 

Then, a couple weeks ago, they gave me a notice that I was being let go. Company was going through a restructuring and figured one way to “reallocate funds” was reduce the amount of sniffers from 3 to 1. Ryan, a young kid who started here right after high school, got to keep his job and I get why. He has a younger nose and as far as I know, doesn’t do drugs or smoke. He says its “to keep the goods in shape.” 

The other sniffer, Darlene, says she doesn’t mind. She was going to retire next year anyway so the severance package will do her just fine. 

I wish the two of them luck. I really do. Now, I just wondering what the heck I’m going to do. I could always look for another job as a sniffer but the position can be hard to come by and I’ve heard that they have made the hiring test a lot harder. 

I could get an early retirement but the money will never last me till the end and I will have to be one of those semi-retirees that work odd jobs for the rest of their life.

Maybe I can go back to gambling but then again, that’s a gamble. I keep running the same set of ideas through my head, trying to make a decision.

“Fresh roll!” yelled Ryan from the start of the conveyor belt.

  A line of toilet paper rolls start streaming down my way. I take one off the line and hold it in my hands, thinking about how this is the first of the last rolls of toilet paper I will ever sniff.  ______________________________________________________________

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[purplecraze]

Beauty and the Beast AU 37

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 12:07 AM

He got up a couple of hours later, feeling more refreshed; maybe it was the extra sleep, maybe the magic headpat.

he was surpirsed to see Panna like that...How cute-

He quietly sneaked in the kitchen, bringing the cookies and milk on a trail

"Ptss, Panna, breakfast in bed!"

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 12:09 AM

"hnn...?" sure enough, Fugo noticed he wasn't in bed. he just felt something very soft in his arms that smelled comforting and familiar. "nncia~..." he muttered while nuzzling the pillow.

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 12:10 AM

"Oh my god"

Be lucky that cameras werent a thing yet or you would have like 10 pics takes, Fugo

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 12:12 AM

slowly, he became more aware of the world around him, realizing that what he was hugging wasn't Narancia (thank god), but the pillow he nicked. And former mentioned Narancia was watching him hugging that stolen pillow tightly.

"ah-....oh...." he unhanded the pillow slowly, some color on his cheeks. "good morning..."

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 12:14 AM

" 'morning" he smiled "I warmed some milk and honey and since its christmas eve, i think we can eat some of the cookies aready; if you want something more i can make it in the kitchen later"

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 12:42 AM

"nnn... no, that's fine." he rubbed his eyes. "ah, I fell asleep in your room, I'm sorry...

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 12:43 AM

"Its ok! It was really early anyway, im more worried about your back here on the floor"

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 12:49 AM

"I've lost count how often I passed out on the floor. it beats the bottom of the stairs."

He got up. "I'll go bring my pillow back to my room." that is totally not his pillow, but nara doesn't need to know that

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 12:49 AM

"Ok sure!" he smirked, maybe he does know

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 12:51 AM

If Nara won't mention, Fugo won't mention. He quickly returned the stolen treasure to his den, before heading back to Nara's room for breakfast.

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 12:53 AM

Narancia was eating aready; mostly the choccolate cookies, taking his time to enjoy it instead of globbing all up as his usual

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 12:54 AM

"you prefer chocolate?" he didn't mind, taking some more ginger cookies.

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 12:55 AM

"mhmh! I havent had choccolate in a lot of time! Its pretty expensive yknow?"

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 12:56 AM

"mm, I suppose. enjoy it all you like then..." Fugo was not going to say out loud that the reason why he preferred the ginger ones is because Narancia made that batch.

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 12:57 AM

Cheesy

"For being the first time we did it, its not bad at all"

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 12:59 AM

He nodded. "let's make them again some other time... maybe with cinnamon or vanilla."

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 1:00 AM

"Yes!" he smiled

Damn since he was there he cooked more than his whole life

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 1:01 AM

"what kind of other food do you like, anyway?"

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 1:03 AM

"mmmhh i like sweets of course; but also i really like pasta and pizza!"

Lets not pretend that pizza was still not a thing

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 1:05 AM

shhhh, some guy must have already put tomatoes and cheese on warm bread.

"okay, we could make some of that too. I think we could use the sauce we made before? Or maybe lasagne."

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 1:11 AM

"Oh lasagne are so good too!"

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 1:11 AM

"right? pasta cake~"

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 1:12 AM

"Yeah! But we need the right kind of pasta to make it, so we will have to ask the merchants to bring that too"

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 1:13 AM

"mm, that's true. but it'll take at least a month to arrive after having requested it...."

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 1:14 AM

"Ugghh true too- Nhh we could make pasta al forno tho! We just need regular pasta for that; its not really the same but similar"

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 1:16 AM

"yeah, that could work! we can always do lasagne later, then."

Fugo felt warm, getting to talk about 'later', knowing that Narancia would really still be here, even after such a long time. Even if he still was worried, he felt blissful.

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 1:18 AM

"Nice! I aready tell you that the cruncy pices on top are mine!" he smiled "Mh...Thinking about it; we could make it today! ragu takes time to make so i guess we will have it for dinner, but sounds good anyway!"

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 1:19 AM

"fight me, shorty💢 yeah, sounds like a plan."

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 1:20 AM

He sticked his tongue out at him and then started to dress up

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 1:21 AM

He glanced at the discarded jacket he wore before, the night they spend at the dome.

"if you want another jacket of mine, just ask...."

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 1:22 AM

He giggled "Maybe i do ♥️ " pillows in excange of jackets; sounded a good deal

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 1:23 AM

hey, he gave you his pillow in return already

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 1:24 AM

oh shut it!

After he dressed up he fixed a bit his hair and then turned to the other "Here im ready!"

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 1:24 AM

"hmn." he nodded. "looking fine as ever. What more shall we do today, then?"

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 1:25 AM

"The ragu its gonna take a time aready, but maybe can we still read a bit?" he asked hopeful

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 1:26 AM

"it'll take almost all day to make?" he sounded a bit disappointed.

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 1:27 AM

"Saldy yeah, it has to cook slowly for a bunch of time"

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 1:27 AM

"ah, but... we can leave it be while it's cooking?"

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 1:27 AM

"Yep but we have to rememeber to check it" he giggled going toward the kitchen

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 1:28 AM

"then maybe we can read in the kitchen? it's not as comfortable, but we can keep an eye on the ragu while reading."

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 1:30 AM

"Sure!"

He got inside and started to look what they needed "Can you grab a pan? he said as he grabbed a carrot and a white onion and a bit of the tomato sauce he made the other day and other stuff

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 1:36 AM

"right." he was starting to figure out where to find everything, all the more now that Narancia placed them back on places he deemed far more reasonable than where the maids used to put them.

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 1:37 AM

having to cut the veggie first; there was not a lot for fugo to do..

"Why dont you go grab the books meanwhile?"

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 1:43 AM

"hmrrrr..." he pouted, but went and do so.

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 1:44 AM

Pff, poor panna

Narancia meanwhile keept cutting before mincing the meat

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 9:39 AM

Fugo took 10 minutes to come back, maybe a bit too suspiciously long to just grab some books from the table.

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 12:01 PM

"Oh there you are!" He smiled at him and waved with his free hand

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 12:03 PM

"uh- yeah. sorry. was looking if I could find some more. I didn't, though."

that sounded fake. and it was.

in reality, he took a detour to his room to hold Narancia's pillow tightly, to stop himself from not doing it to the real thing.

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 12:05 PM

Nhh cute...

"Mhmh! No problem!" He said as he was putting all on the pan

"Now we just need to wait!"

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 12:05 PM

"oh? you're done already? good job."

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 12:06 PM

"Hehe~"

Oh yes compliments

Narancia sat on one of the chairs "its not that hard to make, you just have to mix a bunch of stuff"

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 12:07 PM

"Okay, cooking princess." he sat down and browsed the books. "Shall I start?"

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 12:10 PM

"Yes!" He nodded

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 12:11 PM

He nodded. "Not really winter themed, but," and started reading him a classic: Cinderella. Because we all love a good poor girl meets rich guy trope.

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 12:13 PM

Narancia looked happy anyway, he actually chirped a "oh this one its my favorite!" When he realized what story was (because to be fair a lot of stories starts with a orphan girl)

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 12:14 PM

Fugo made a mental note of it, vowing to ACTUALLY search for more books later, with different versions of the story.

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 12:33 PM

Narancia sounded happy, moving his feet a bit when there was a point he particuarly liked

You got youself a big baby, panna

purplecraze — 11/14/2021 12:35 PM

Fugo bit his lip in between sentences for a sec. GOD, he was SO CUTE💢💢💢

He had to resist grabbing the other so badly, gripping the book tightly until his knuckles went white.

He managed to continue reading without raising suspicion, though.

orange-plane-boy — 11/14/2021 12:38 PM

"Mom used to tell me this a lot" he smiled as he checked the ragù,  stirring it a bit to avoid it to stick to the pan

[glazesunflower]

“You’re lucky you’re cute”

Character: Ruby Rose x GN!Reader.

Warnings: Can be read as platonic too. No warnings, just fluff.

Notes: The request, “ "You're lucky you're cute" with Ruby if that's ok”.

The front door of your house opens with a quiet creek. As you set foot inside, you’re greeted by a sweet smell in the air, tickling your nose. You breath in deeply, letting the sugary scent fill your lungs and ease the tiredness of the day as you close the door behind you and make it through the corridor.

Why does it smell sweet?

You don’t remember making anything sweet for lunch earlier, and you haven’t bought any cakes from the convenience store. And today isn’t anyone’s birthday, so why the sweet smell?

Oh.

You enter the kitchen and suddenly everything makes sense. And everything is a mess, really. There’s flour all over the counter, a couple of cracked shell eggs, the oven is still open and there’s an obscene amount of chocolate chips lying around, too. You sigh, knowing full well it’s your job to clean this up later.

“Ruby, I’m home.” You call out as you make your way to the living room.

You find her cross-legged sitting on the couch, she’s biting her bottom lip, fidgeting with the controller in her hands as she fights what you assume to be a big boss in one of her favorite video games on the TV.

As soon as she hears your voice though, she sends the controller flying and you don’t have time to blink before she’s pouncing on you.

“You’re back!” She wraps her arms around your waist, nuzzling her forehead on your chest, cheerful. “I made something for you! The first batch came out a little weird-shaped so I did you the favor of eating them all and I made another batch for you. You’re welcome.”

“Is that so?” Ruby’s lips bloom into a smile when you pull apart, your hand resting on her head and gently caressing her dark hair. She leans to your touch. “The kitchen is a mess though. I trust you’ll help me clean it up, right?”

“Yes… We’ll do that later.” Ruby reluctantly says, her silver eyes quickly shifting from you to the cookies that rest all nicely-put on the living room table. She picks one up and reaches out to you, a happy smile drawn on her lips. “Come on, try them!”

You take the cookie from her hand and take a bite. Your eyes widen at the sweet taste.

“It’s really good, Ruby.” You say, and her silver eyes gleam with pride. “What are we celebrating?”

“Ah, nothing in particular. You just seemed a bit tired lately and I wanted to cheer you up.” Ruby says, picking up another cookie and eating it herself. “Did it do the trick?”

“Yes. Yes, it did.” You say, palming her face delicately, her silver eyes following your movements. You brush her cheek with your thumb, your heart filled with warmth. “Thank you, Ruby. That means so much.”

“Hee-hee, I’m glad!” Ruby smiles, leaning into your palm. “Does that mean I don’t have to clean the kitchen, though? Since I’ve been so nice and all.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You press a kiss to her hair, the dark locks tickling your nose. Ruby looks up at you, her silver eyes big and sparkling. “But the answer is no. Now, come over here and help me clean up before we get all snuggly on the couch!”

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