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starboyyoongi · 5 months ago

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payment. jeong yunho au

⭑ summary: you come across a strange customer one night who is quick to reveal his true nature to you. later on, however, you find out just how cruel his intentions really are.

or, in which a terrifying run in with a customer one night leads to your own demise.

⭑ pairing: jeong yunho x female!reader

⭑ warnings/tags: cursing, mentions of murder, killer!yunho, character death, mentions of/brief descriptions of blood, use of nicknames (“baby”, “doll”, “love”)

⭑ notes: this has been proofread and edited a few times, but there may be some errors that i didn’t catch 🙂‍↕️ yunho’s been on the brain as of late so i had to write something for him and it ended up being murder related how comical. hope you guys enjoy and feel free to leave your thoughts! x

YOU’RE SO CAUGHT up in how shiny his eyes look under the fluorescent lights that you don’t notice how bloody his hands are.

it’s not until he reaches into his back pocket to pull out his wallet and places a twenty dollar bill on the counter that you see how much his hands are stained red. you feel yourself freeze up a little, hesitation evident in the way that your fingers retract a little. if he notices your sudden change in behavior, he doesn’t say anything about it. instead, he slides his items—ramen, a bottle of strawberry soju, and a pack of cigarettes—across the counter towards him and gives you a smile before he walks over to the vacant table in the corner.

you blink a couple of times and shake your head a little before you grab the twenty dollar bill and put it in the register. you owe him change—twelve dollars and twenty five cents to be exact—but you don’t feel like telling him. you’re still trying to wrap your head around the fact that his hands are a bloody mess and he didn’t seem to mind it in the slightest.

you turn your attention back to your phone. maybe you’re seeing things. it’s after eleven at night and you didn’t get much sleep the night before or before you started your shift. it’s possible that all of that is starting to catch up to you, right?

right.

you glance over at him. only this time, it’s not his hands that catch your attention; it’s his face. and his shirt. and his arms. there isn’t a single part of him that’s not covered in dried blood. panic starts to creep in and you’re left feeling frozen once more. you want to look away from him, but you can’t. it’s like your eyes are practically glued to him.

you watch as he slurps up a mouthful of ramen and lets out a satisfied groan before he opens the bottle of soju. his long, slender blood stained fingers wrap around the bottle and he brings it to his lips to take a few gulps. there’s a bit of a pause before he places the bottle back down and lets out a sigh. he turns his head a little and looks around before his eyes land on you.

your eyes widen and you gasp as he smiles at you again. he parts his lips to say something, but you never get to hear it. a blank expression takes over his features instead, his smile almost immediately disappearing. the air suddenly feels thick and you can feel your heartbeat start to pick up.

you’ve never felt this feeling before.

in the eight months since you’ve started working at the convenience store, things have been okay for the most part. sometimes you had to deal with customers that had a little too much to drink and the occasional person who did a terrible job at hitting on you. you’ve also had your fair share of run ins with odd, if not mildly suspicious, customers, but nothing enough to elicit what you are currently feeling.

fear.

pure, genuine fear.

you try to run down a list of options in your head, but you can’t seem to focus. your heart feels like it’s pounding out of your chest and you can feel your hands start to tremble. the training your boss had given you months ago seems pointless now and you almost wish that the man staring you down was a robber instead. you’d have a much better chance at handling that than whatever this is.

as if something up above had heard you, your phone starts to buzz. you look at the phone screen then at him. he tilts his head to the side, a few strands of his dark hair moving as he does so. he squints his eyes and gives you a look that says i dare you. you grip your phone tightly in your hand and gulp.

fuck, you think to yourself. fuck, fuck, fuck.

you stare at each other as your phone continues to buzz before it stops. you secretly hope that it’ll ring again, but it doesn’t. you start to become acutely aware of how silent the store is now, save for some music playing softly in the background, and you hate it. you also hate how he’s still staring at you with that blank expression on his face.

he says something then, but you don’t catch it. the thoughts in your head are so loud that you can’t seem to hear anything else.

you wet your lips before stammering out a high pitched, “w–what?”

“i said,” he begins to say with an exasperated sigh, “where do you keep your computer? i need to access the cameras.”

“the cameras?” you repeat in the same high pitched tone.

“the cameras?” he says mockingly. “yes, the fucking cameras. jesus, you pretty girls really are fucking stupid.”

his comment leaves you stunned and your mouth falls open a little.

“i— what—”

“look, just tell me where the fucking computer is, okay? you can drool and masturbate over what i said later.”

“excuse me? i don’t— what?”

“you heard me. now, where’s the fucking computer?” he demands.

equally scared and taken aback by his crude comments, you point towards the door a few feet away from him and say, “it’s in there. the c–computer is in there.”

he grins at you as he comes to a standing position and it’s then that you realize how tall he is. without saying another word, he takes a few steps over to the door and pulls on the handle. you hear him mutter something about being stupid before he disappears into the office. once he’s out of sight, you let out a breath that you didn’t even realize you’ve been holding.

you take a couple of deep breaths before unlocking your phone and immediately dialing 119. you’re about to hit the call button, but you hesitate. you know that this is the right thing to do, but why doesn’t it feel that way?

you take a quick glance at the door. you don’t know how much time you have left, but it can’t be that much. all you have to do is hit the green button and tell the operator to send someone. that’s it. the whole thing shouldn’t take any longer than a minute or so. and yet, as you stare at the door and hover your finger over the screen, you can’t help but feel like you’re doing something wrong.

you’ve never been in this kind of situation before.

ever.

you think back to all of the times you’ve seen this exact scenario play out in movies and tv shows. the amount of times you’ve screamed at characters for saying or doing something stupid and ranting about what you’d do instead. but what you failed to realize back then is that all of it was fiction.

and this? this is real life.

and in real life, you don’t have time to sit around and wait for something to happen. it’s either do or die.

“fuck. okay,” you utter to yourself. “i got this. i can do this.”

with a sudden rush of determination, you unlock your phone again. this time, without any hesitation, you press the call button. you almost sigh in relief when you hear the operator on the other end pick up after a few rings and ask, “emergency services. what is your emergency?”

but as you open your mouth to speak, you hear the door open and suddenly the fear is creeping back in and your body is tensing up. you can hear the operator saying hello? and repeating what’s your emergency? over and over again. you don’t say anything as he slowly closes the door and cocks his head at you.

he knows.

you’re so caught up in the moment that you almost don’t hear him when he says, “do it.”

“do what?”

“don’t play coy with me. there’s a reason why you them called, right? so do it. tell them.”

you take note of the nonchalant tone in his voice. he seems unfazed, almost as if he doesn’t care about the fact that you’re a few words away from getting him arrested. the sound of the operator muttering a curse word and sighing breaks your thoughts.

“look, miss, is something wrong? or is this a prank call?” she asks. you can hear the annoyance in her voice and you know that if you don’t answer her, you might lose your only chance at getting help.

“yes, i…” you trail off.

you watch as he leans against the table and folds his arms across his chest, a smug look growing on his face. then he waits. he waits for you to say something, anything to the operator.

his words start to ring in your ears.

do it.

tell them.

“i’m sorry.” you finally say. you hear the woman on the other end let out a frustrated sigh as you continue. “i didn’t mean to call you guys. it was a dare. from a friend.”

you hang up before she can say anything else. he looks at you for a while longer, eyes roaming over your face and body, before he unfolds his arms and starts to clap slowly. he’s grinning so hard at you that you that it makes an all too familiar feeling start to stir in the pit of your stomach again.

“well done, baby,” he says. “maybe you aren’t so stupid after all, huh? or, well… well, maybe you are. i mean, shit, you practically made me get away with murder just now.”

your breath hitches in your throat.

murder?

“what do you— what do you mean that i let you get away with murder?” you ask timidly.

“oh, baby. don’t tell me that you saw all of this and thought that it was paint or something. no, see this,” he makes a sweeping gesture at himself, “is from the piece of shit that i killed half an hour ago. i always forget how messy murdering someone can be.”

“you killed someone?” you stammer out in disbelief.

he smiles. “of course i did.”

of course he did.

as the crushing realization starts to set in, you can’t help but start to wonder if you’re next. the thought is enough to make your chest start to feel heavy and your breathing start to speed up. you were next. you have to be. there’s no way that he’s going to let you go. not after he caught you calling the police on him and made you aware of his crime.

“woah, slow down there, baby. it looks like you’re about to have a panic attack and i can’t have you dying on me now. well… unless it’s because of me, of course.” he jokes.

you blanch at his words, barely able to register the fact that he’s joking.

when he sees the look on your face, he adds, “oh my god, relax. it’s a fucking joke. god, you should see your face right now.”

and then he laughs.

he laughs so hard and loud that it’s almost deafening.

“a joke?” you mumble out.

“yes, love. a joke. what, did you really think that i was going to kill you?”

“yes. i tried to call the police on you and i know about what you did.”

“and yet, you didn’t say or do anything about it, now did you? besides, i couldn’t kill a pretty doll like you. it’d haunt me in my sleep way too much.”

his words catch you off guard again, just like they did earlier. you scrunch your eyebrows up in confusion. why did he say that? and why is he acting so nonchalant about everything? does he think that this—

“…anyways, i think that i should go now, but it was nice spending some time with you, baby,” he says with a wink.

you watch as he barely turns around to down the rest of his drink before he tosses the bottle and ramen container in the bin next to him. he swipes the carton of cigarettes off of the table and shoves them in his back pocket before he turns towards you again.

“you know what, maybe i should come back here again. have a little more fun with you, you know?” the comment comes out in a suggestive manner and it makes your stomach churn. you ignore it, though and instead focus on him leaving.

as he walks past the counter, you catch a whiff of his scent. it’s an odd mix of his cologne and the irony scent of blood and it makes you feel a little dizzy.

when he finally reaches the glass doors, he stops. you inhale sharply, half expecting him to turn around and say that he’s changed his mind and he’s going to leave you dead in the dumpster. instead, all he says is,

“you can keep the change by the way.”

you hear him say something else, but before you can muster up a response, he’s already out the door. you stand there for what feels like an eternity, your mind struggling to process everything’s that happened. you move on autopilot for the rest of your shift. thankfully, no other customers come in for the rest of the night. there’s no way that you’d be able to handle anymore interactions tonight.

when you go home an hour later, you make a beeline towards your bathroom. you quickly strip off your clothes and step inside of the shower. you don’t wait for the water to warm up like you usually do. instead, you let the cold water run down your body and watch it run down the drain. your mind and body haven’t stopped buzzing ever since he left. the level of fear that he made you feel was different. you’ve never felt anything like it before and you don’t want to feel it again.

fifteen minutes later, you’re out of the shower and in your bedroom. the cool air of your air conditioner hits your exposed skin and makes you shiver. you move quickly, lotioning your entire body and throwing on some pajamas before slipping into bed. but just as your about to lay down and settle in for the night, a sudden loud knock at your door stops you.

you glance at the time on your phone.

1:03 AM.

who could possibly be at your door at this hour?

you mutter out a string of curse words as you slide out of bed and start walking towards the front door. i can’t even fucking sleep in peace, you think to yourself bitterly.

when you finally reach the door, you lean in and stare into the peephole. all you see is wet, dark hair staring back at you and it takes you a few seconds to realize that you’re staring at the back of someone’s head.

“um, hello? can i help you…?” you call out.

there’s a weird sinking feeling in your stomach as you watch the person turn around and when you see a familiar set of eyes looking back at you, your blood runs cold.

“hey, baby. open up the door for me, please.”

your breath hitches.

he’s not supposed to be here.

how did he—

“i know that you’re in there, doll. i can hear you breathing and shit.”

no.

“don’t make me wait all night now. open the door, baby. i’m asking you nicely.”

no, no, no.

“how did you find me? why are you here?” you finally ask, fear evident in your voice.

“i followed you here. you should really pay attention next time, doll. you could seriously get hurt, y’know.” he responds in a casual tone.

he steps closer to your door and peers into your peephole, almost as if he’s trying to look at you. “now can you open the door for me? please?”

“no. i don’t want to.”

“why not? ah! i know what it is. it’s because you don’t know my name, right?”

“what? n–no, it’s—”

“yunho. my name is yunho. and don’t worry about telling me yours, baby. i already know it.”

“how do you—” you begin to ask, but you pause.

“your name tag. don’t tell me that you already forgot about wearing one,” yunho says teasingly. he shakes his head before he continues, “but now that that’s out of the way, can you let me in please?”

“i— no. no, you need to leave. now, yunho.”

you immediately back away from the door, making sure to make as little noise as possible. you wait for his response, but you never get one. instead, you’re met with an eerie silence. you stand there for a minute, holding your breath and waiting to hear even the slightest bit of noise. when you feel like he’s gone, you let out a sigh. you go to turn on your heel, but the sudden sound of numbers being punched into your door’s keypad makes you come to a halt.

you watch in horror as your door opens and you come face to face with yunho. he closes the door behind him before he toes off his boots and places them in the corner right next to yours. he takes a step further, but you immediately take one back. he raises an eyebrow at you and hums then takes another step forward. you take another one back. the two of you go one like this until you end up backing up into your couch and he’s standing right in front of you.

his hand shoots out and you hardly have enough time to stop him from wrapping his fingers around your neck and pressing his body against yours. your hands fly up to push him back, but he catches your wrists in his hand.

“you know, you have a shitty leasing office. it was too easy to get the code to your place,” he begins calmly. “but you made it even easier. the code is your birthday, right?”

your eyes widen at his sudden revelation. this didn’t make any sense. it’s after midnight. nobody in the leasing office is there that late unless he—

“you didn’t...” you say.

“oh, but i did.” he grins. “they should get better security if they don’t want someone breaking into their office.”

“oh my go—” you gasp out, but you get cut off by yunho tightening his grip.

“i don’t know why you’re so shocked to see me, though, doll. i told you that i was coming.”

“n–no you didn’t.”

“yes, i did. right before i left.”

“no. you s–said that i can k–keep the change. that’s it.”

“and? what else did i say afterwards? i know that i called you stupid earlier, but you can use that fucking brain of yours, can’t you?”

almost immediately, your mind goes back to when he was leaving earlier. you remember him walking towards the door and stopping once he got to them. you also remember him telling you to keep the change and that he’d—

when he finally reaches the double doors, he stops. you inhale sharply, half expecting him to turn around and say that he’s changed his mind and he’s going to leave you dead in the dumpsters. instead, all he says is,

“you can keep the change by the way.”

he pauses before he adds, “you’ll be paying me back in another way later.”

your whole body begins to shake and your stomach lurches. there’s a sudden pang in your chest and before you know it, tears are starting to well up in your eyes.

“no,” you shakily breathe out. “no, yunho, please. i’m sorry. please, don’t.”

yunho looks at you with feigned concern as he releases his grip on your wrists and neck. you see this as your opening and try to move past him, but you immediately freeze up when you feel the uncomfortable sharpness of yunho’s knife at the base of your neck.

in one last ditch effort, you lift your hands up and wrap them around his throat. you squeeze as hard as you can and watch as his face breaks out into a smile so unnerving that it makes your skin crawl.

“are you h–having fun playing with m–me, doll?” yunho chokes out. his face is starting to turn red, but he never stops smiling. it’s like he’s enjoying this more than he’s supposed to.

you open your mouth to respond, but a sudden burning sensation in your abdomen stops you. you let out a small gasp and look down. blood is seeping into your shirt and creating a bright red stain in its wake. a wave of dizziness hits as you graze your fingers over the wet material, wetting your fingers with blood in the process.

“yunho…” your voice comes out in a quiver.

“i know that it hurts, doll. i’m sorry.” yunho gently coos, driving the knife even further into your stomach. he shushes you when you let out a pained cry, tears falling down your face. he moves closer and rests his forehead against yours, warm skin a stark contrast to how clammy yours is becoming.

you’re in so much pain that you can barely keep your eyes open let alone hear him over the loud ringing in your ears. you can’t focus. everything is too much. the pain is too much. he inhales deeply before he sighs, warm, minty breath fanning over your nose and lips. you screw your eyes shut as he gently presses a kiss to your forehead before he continues in a sweet, melodic tone almost.

“but it’s my turn to have fun with you now, okay? this is how you have to pay me back and i’m going to enjoy every second of it.”

#jeong yunho #ateez x reader #ateez au #ateez fic #ateez yunho #yunho x reader

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neyswxrld · 1 year ago

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a taste of tech

Tech x reader (gn)

summary: Making broken chocolate with Tech!

warnings: none, just fluff

word count: ~740

advent calendar masterlist

a/n: this is the sixteenth fic for my advent calendar and my excuse to shamelessly picture tech with a chef's hat.

When you asked Tech if he wanted to make broken chocolate with you, you didn't expect him to go into full Chocolatier mode.

But then again - it was Tech. What else did you expect?

And that is how you're standing here in your kitchen. While he even chose to wear an apron and a chef's hat, you're lucky you found a similar pair of socks to wear in the morning.

"You know that making broken chocolate isn't a piece of art?" you ask him, a little bit stunned. Even though you think he is slightly overdressed, you still have to admit that he looks absolutely cute with his hat.

"Yes, it is. The chocolate can't get too hot. Otherwise, it won't taste good. And it won't have that beautiful shimmer. On the other hand, the chocolate can not be too cold, or it will be too liquid and the swirls won't look good," he explains, carefully helping you to unwrap some of the chocolate bars and placing them on the baking tray.

"I pre-heated the oven already. That means we won't have to wait for so long until everything is melted," he informs you, going to work right after and putting the tray in the hot oven.

You aren't surprised as he even pulls a thermometer out of his apron's pocket and puts the one end next to the chocolate while he sticks the other end with the small display to the door.

"Have you already thought about how your chocolate pieces will look like?" you ask him, turning around and scanning all the different ingredients you took out of the cabinet while he was dressing up.

"I rather thought about how it will taste. I wanted to put some freeze-dried strawberries and raspberries on it, with a breeze of finely chopped nuts. And maybe, in the end, I have to try and put some salted sticks to a single corner. Wrecker said I should try that, but I am not sure about it, and, admittedly, confused about his preference of a sweet and salty mixture of a snack," he says, putting his thumb and a finger on his chin while thinking. "What about you?"

"Oh, I don't know yet. Maybe I'll try some sprinkles and edible glitter. Or I could make a snowman!" you think aloud, shrugging your shoulders in the end.

"Excellent idea. I think it will look perfectly fine," he encourages you while going over to the oven again, looking at the thermometer.

After some minutes, he pulls out the tray again, placing it carefully on the counter.

"Here," he says, giving you a toothpick and starting to make some swirls, mixing the light and the dark chocolate together.

You do the same, careful that the white chocolate doesn't get too many dark swirls. After that, both of you silently start to decorate your halves of the tray, and while Tech's side is starting to look very tasty and unbelievably pretty, you feel like a unicorn pooped on yours. Maybe -just maybe- it was too much glitter.

Nevertheless, it's about the taste and not about how it looks. You keep telling yourself, at least trying not to let yourself bring down your mood.

Tech looks like he's enjoying himself, and you wouldn't bring his mood down by saying how unsatisfied you are with your side, either.

After quite some time, during which you started to get demotivated by the minute, Tech finally finishes too and happily looks down at his and your creation.

"Now, we just have to let it cool down," he explains, putting the tray in the fridge.

As soon as he turns around, your moroseness fades as quickly as it came.

On his cheek, Tech has some chocolate smeared around, which makes you grin widely.

Before he can even ask why you're grinning like a madman, you almost jump him.

"Taste test!" you laugh airily, licking a wet stripe across his cheek, "cleaning" the chocolate off his face.

Immediately, a sweet taste mixed with the flavor of berries and hazelnuts carries across your tongue. Tech's decision to add those ingredients really was a good one.

"How does it taste?" he asks, a little bit confused.

"Hm... You're sweet like ever. With a little bit of chocolate flavor," you smirk, wiping your sleeve across his cheek carefully. You enjoy the pink shimmer that paints his cheeks, placing a last small kiss on them.

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#the bad batch #star wars #tbb #tbb tech #bad batch tech #tech fanfiction #star wars tech #clone trooper tech #tbb tech x reader #tbb tech x you #tbb tech fluff #tech x gn!reader #tech x you #tech x reader #broken chocolate #all i want for christmas advent calendar #star wars advent calendar #tbb advent calendar

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atomicapostle · 2 months ago

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I didn’t work out for the past couple of days, but ate maybe 800cal total, fasting 20 hours between meals. I went from 252.6 to 244.3 from Thursday to now. I know it’s just water weight, but when I lost 70 pounds and got to my lowest weight, it felt like this at the beginning. Idk, I guess I’m just excited to be moving in the right direction.

I’m really glad my bf is trying to lose weight too. And bc I have celiac disease, we’re eating healthy, low carb meals all the time!! I can justify eating smaller portions at dinner, and I’m out of the house all day on weekdays now bc of my job. I’ve been taking diet cokes and freeze dried strawberries in as my lunch- mostly just to be able to say I brought something.

Overall feeling very good about how hungry I am rn!

#the itch to watch supersize vs super skinny is back #I play YouTube vids in the car while I’m driving… might throw an ep on when I go get groceries today #ftm ed #only pro for me just using tags #male ed

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rmhashauthor · 7 months ago

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Matcha White Chocolate Chip Cookies

Because everyone I've ever made these for wants the recipe and I'm not the type to keep recipes secret because that's weird:

Ingredients: ¾ Cup unsalted butter, softened (1 and ½ sticks) ¾ Light brown sugar, packed ¼ cup white sugar 1 large egg 1 teaspoon vanilla extract (or ½ vanilla, ½ almond) 2 cups minus 1 tablespoon all-purpose flour 1 tablespoon Matcha (green tea) powder, best grade you can afford 1 3.5-ounce packet (1 box) instant vanilla pudding mix – not sugar-free and not cook & serve 1 teaspoon baking soda pinch salt 2 cups white chocolate (or vanilla) chips

Combine butter, sugars, egg and extracts to bowl or stand mixer, beat on medium-high until creamed and well combined, about 4 minutes in stand mixer, maybe longer by hand. Scrape down to bottom of bowl and add flour, Matcha powder, pudding mix, baking soda and salt. Beat on low speed until just combined, about 30 seconds to a minute. Cookies will be greenish, you can add some green food coloring for extra pop. Using a large spoon or cookie scoop, form 12-14 equally sized balls of dough. Place on large plate or tray and freeze at least 2 hours or overnight. This really makes all the difference! Baking unchilled dough makes for flat cookies. Preheat oven to 350 F, spray cookie sheet lightly with cooking oil or brush with melted butter. Space cookies 2 inches or so apart so they don’t stick together when baked. Bake for at least 10 minutes, until the edges have tanned and the tops are just set. Remove from oven and set cookie sheet on a heat-safe surface for at least 10 minutes – cookies will firm as they cool. Store in airtight container for up to 1 week or in the freezer for up to 6 months. Unbaked dough can be stored in airtight containers in the refrigerator for up to 5 days or in the freezer for up to 4 months.

These will EASILY translate to other kinds of cookies - exclude the Matcha powder and use the full 2 cups of flour, and switch the white chocolate for milk or dark and add a pinch of cinnamon for the best damn chocolate chip cookies you've ever had. I'm about to make a stupidly large amount of cookie dough which I will then freeze in zip bags for later use. I want to try subbing the Matcha powder with powdered freeze-dried strawberries and the vanilla pudding mix with strawberry pudding. I mean, it can't POSSIBLY be bad, right?

#cookies #recipes #baking #cookie recipe #matcha #matcha cookies #chocolate chip cookies #white chocolate #matcha desserts #free recipe

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at-least-we-die-together · 1 year ago

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💜not my picture💜

💜cw (am): 167.2

not fasting today. gonna have some low cal meals to avoid binging.

💜8am: green tea- 0 cal

💜9am:

•small chocolate muffin- 140 cal

•strawberries- 32 cal

💜12pm:

•dairy queen (its right next to my work ok) side salad with balsamic vinaigrette - 145 cal

•diet coke- 0 cal

💜3pm: 17 pretzels 😭 -110 cal

💜4:50 pm: freeze dried sour skittle (my boss made me try one) -4 cal?

💜5pm: green tea -0 cal

💜7pm: lollipop from my second job cuz i was low on energy and had cravings- 60 cal

💜8:30pm: protein shake -160 cal

💜total: 651 cal

💜cw(pm): 167.0

feel kinda shit about my cal count even though it's under my limit, oh well i'll start over tomorrow. gonna try to get through tomorrow with just 2 protein shakes during the day and maybe a small snack after i get home from job #2. wish i could water fast bc ik my boyfriend will make me eat saturday but, im so low on energy and the protein shakes help. at least i actually lost weight at the end of the day! that never happens. and it seems i usually lose some overnight so im excited for tomorrow's weigh in. i hope i hit 166! so close to my first goal :)

#anaorexya #anorexcya #anore×14 #goawayifyouarent18+#pro only for myself #tw ana diary #tw ana fast #tw ana shit #tw disordered eating #tw ed diet #tw skipping meals #mealspø #ed not sherran #edblrr #thinspø

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goat-shoe · 9 months ago

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Coffee, Cereal, and Coincidences

CapOut meetcute. Slice of life/coffee shop AU, 1,247 words.

may or may not be inspired by @stellar-mouse's flutterdrop coffee shop au drabble >_< ;; enjoy some capout uwu

☐ Cheerios ☑ Cornflakes ☐ Dried strawberries ☐ Banana ☐ Milk World's first cereal party.

The note was forgotten, face-up and flat on the surface of a lone, greasy table at the edge of the Starbucks that Charlie liked to stop by on the way to class.

It was busy today, much more than the usual gaggle of students on their way to a noon class. Waiting customers filled the tables and booths in the small space. All chairs taken... Save for one, in the corner.

Charlie sits down beside the abandoned shopping list. And at first, it means nothing to him - he assumes it to be a crumpled receipt, in fact. He fiddles with the paper of his own receipt between his fingers, rolling it back and forth, crinkling the paper.

He grows bored of that quickly.

Charlie turns, and side-eyes the abandoned note on the table surface. Already intending to snoop, he realizes it is something far more interesting than just a receipt:

World's first cereal party.

They cover their grin with an open palm, snorting in quiet amusement. It looked like they were reading a love letter, to any outsider. Cerulean hair, tied into a messy bun; ears decorated in gold; a blue, sleeveless turtleneck, under a big fuzzy coat.

They look beautiful.

The doorbell chimes as yet another customer enters the shop, albeit with coffee already in hand.

Doug freezes.

He's not a coffee fan, actually. In fact, the drink in his hand is an apple cider- a special treat for today's errands, he had decided. The regarding checklist which he foolishly left behind while waiting for his order, lost in thought.

And now- minutes later- he returns just to be paralyzed by the sight of some handsome creature reading his shopping list. The sunlight spills through the window behind him, casting onto the cool blue hue of their hair- a shade that somehow comes with such warmth, maybe it's the gold along their ears.

The shop's bell dings again, and a new customer shuffles in, shoving carelessly past Doug. He fumbles over himself, moving to get out of the way, sheepishly closer to the holder of his shopping list.

But, as though the tapping of his converse on the tile were a boulder tumbling down a mountain cliff, Charlie looks up before Doug can prepare himself.

They're looking at him. He feels like a deer in the headlights, under their gaze, their oblivious smile. They're looking at him and aren't going to look away- does he look weird? He's sort of dressed weird, as he usually is. Plus- he's staring at them.

....

Charlie offers the stranger an odd smile. She looks down at the note in her hands. She snickers, and looks back up at the other.

"Is this... your cereal party?" She asks.

The flush that had been creeping up Doug's neck now engulfs him with uncomfortable, humiliating warmth. His face is strawberry red. He opens his mouth to speak, but there's no words.

Without a single coordinating brain cell, Doug charges forward, snatches his grocery list back, and exits.

He doesn't look back.

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Doug's bedroom ceiling is covered in sports posters. Full-body shots of all the classics... Babe Ruth, Steve GaRuscky, Stanley Bekowsky... Their tall, limber bodies caught mid-action, flexed with focus and power. And yet, they each stand poised, delicate, in a moment of simultaneous passion and effortlessness. Like ballerinas on their music boxes; like the angelic infants of the Sistine Chapel. Only, with baseballs.

Doug lays atop his bed. He is too wracked with guilt to enjoy a cereal party tonight. No- he doesn't deserve to have a cereal party, with the way that interaction went. Did the world know the flailing humiliation inside of him? Or was he just another jerk in a coffee shop. Another jock stepping on blue hair.

Doug closes his eyes. He lays his forearm over his face. He doesn't want to keep replaying it: the way he shattered their smile. (Did he even see them react? No- he didn't. Arguably worse than if he had, the way his mind tortures him.)

He closes his eyes shut tighter as his roommate hollers from the floor below... Tony has his boys over tonight. Doug rolls over to grab his earplugs. But reaching for his nightstand, his eyes land on the inspirational dog posters that cover his closet door. A whole league of puppies, cheering him on.

If you're going to dream, dream big. There is a way out, even if the fence is a tall fence. X-RAY PUPPY... CAN SEE INTO YOUR SOUL!!!!

They're right.

Doug feels the tension in his chest and in his mind ease. The ropes of torment begin to untangle, like a dirty dog's fur under dog conditioner.

Doug pushes himself out of bed, abandoning the ear plugs. He grabs his coat, and heads for the door before Tony and his boys get busy.

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When he arrives at the Starbucks, it's nearly empty. The cool-blue evening light colors the room, and seemingly the mood of the two employees in sight.

Following the ever-shifting plan in his head, Doug forces himself to march up to the counter, and order another apple cider. A small one. He does this so his presence is not suspicious, and to avoid conflict, though he is wracked by another load of guilt for getting himself two treats in one day.

It's halfway through the order that something catches his eye... At the same table he sat this morning sits a crumpled piece of yellow paper. A sticky note, he assumes.

Doug completes his Starbucks order, sustained only by the pressures of social convention. But once he's free, he- inconspicuously- slides over to the note, and leans to sneak a peek at it.

Dear cereal guy, You may never read this, but I love the idea of a cereal party! Maybe get some more fruits in there, or a couple of those newfangled, tooth-rotting sugar cereals. You look like you could use it. XOXO, Charlie ♡

His heart seizes in his chest and he might throw up. His whole body jumps when the barista calls his name. In a panic, he shoves the note into his pocket, and fumbles to come and grab his drink. He tries to- wants to- smile at the barista, but he can't make eye contact. He's red all over again.

Saluting with his drink, Doug scrambles for the exit, and heads home.

Now he just has to make it past Tony and his boys with his sanity intact...

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The next day was the same as the last for Charlie. The events of her classes and job had sent the encounter with cereal guy to the far back of her mind.

But as Charlie walks down the street in the chilly morning air, her brain reminds her of the stranger from yesterday. A giggle bubbles out of her, caught by the agile palm of her hand. It was an interaction too rich to forget, one she had to leave her own kind of "thank you" note for. The world is beautiful, wonderful, and cereal is just one of many things that make it that way.

They pull open the door to the Starbucks. And as their eyes sweep the place, a familiar face catches their gaze, sitting in the corner of the shop.

Charlie beams. And Doug turns red again.

#mlb irl #gabby drabbies #cullykisser #capout #capricorn #dugout #;; will probably post to ao3 after some edits #chewing on my scarf abt it #ive fantasized abt this exact scenario ummm... Many times #comfort #godddddd #when dugout sees them and is just Stunned o///o ;;;

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sapphire-heart-tippy · 10 months ago

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I kind of want to make a cute homemade Valentine's Day card for my boyfriend tomorrow 😊💙 or maybe we could do a little surprise homemade card exchange!! I don't have any construction paper so we'll just use sketch book paper 🤣

(heck I'll probably even make ones for Vans and Belz 🤭)

Also I got some really good chocolates! Some of them are white chocolates with freeze dried strawberries in them 🫶 (I love freeze dried snacks ✨)

#tippy rambles

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clouds-of-wings · 6 months ago

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I baked it! It tastes nice enough but the chamomile isn't really noticeable. Also it's very sweet - I left out 25% of the sugar, but it's still too much. But that might be due to regional tastes, Germans generally like their candy a bit less sweet, so that's what I'm used to. I usually never mix flour and sugar 1:1 - especially since the milk also contains quite a bit of it. If I baked it again, I'd use maybe 125g of sugar or something. This is also why I'm drinking black coffee with it, not chamomile tea.

It's very aesthetic!

Also, because I complained so much about not being able to find freeze-dried strawberries: I still didn't find them, but I did find a powder mix for instant strawberry cream to create a pie. It was mostly sugar and gelatin, but it did contain the coveted strawberries, plus some strawberry powder. I replaced half of the confectioner's sugar for the frosting with the mix and it produced the desired effect.

I am now doing the most appropriate thing imaginable with this very sweet and aesthetic cake and watching a Studio Ghibli film with it.

is there anyone out there with a nyt cooking subscription

will they send me the chamomile tea cake with strawberry icing recipe

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dragoniangirl · 6 months ago

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Yesterday I went back to that new candy store I found. Got some more delicious treats for myself but also got a few pictures of some of what they carry (with permission from the store owner)

The wall of differently flavored sodas. I got another bubblegum one but there's a couple others I may try later.

All their different freeze-dried candies. Thought about getting the Skittles but decided against it. Maybe next time.

Pickle flavored EVERYTHING!

Many different flavors of cotton candy, old nostalgic candies and Japanese candy making kits. I did end up buying one of those.

I will admit. I was kinda tempted to but it. It was apparently butterscotch flavored. But I just couldn't do it. No matter how funny I found it.

Not pictured is all the chocolate dipped stuff and fudge they had. I did end up getting some of that. Got vanilla, strawberry cheesecake, chocolate walnut and birthday cake fudge. I've only had a little bit of the birthday cake and cheesecake ones but they're absolutely delicious!

#random thoughts #food #candy #they also had a soda called Trump Tonic #which was sour grape flavor

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helenfletcher · 9 months ago

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Banana Split Cupcakes are based on one of my favorite ice cream treats and are maybe even better. While most banana cakes are heavy, this is a very light cake filled with pineapple and topped with Strawberry Buttercream. A drizzle of chocolate finishes this treat. I made these in Texas muffin cups so they would hold a lot of the pineapple filling. The filling is straight from my The Marvelous Variable Kolache post with multiple fillings. The smaller cupcakes just seemed too small to hold all that goes into these beauties. These would be a perfect picnic bring along. What Makes These Cupcakes So Special First off, these just look gorgeous and inside there is a surprise. These taste incredible and are really easy to make. The banana cake, pineapple filling and strawberry buttercream are balanced so not one flavor dominates. Make no mistake though, these are boldly flavored for maximum enjoyment. No time to make them start to finish? The banana cupcakes and pineapple filling can be made ahead. Why Use Butter and Oil? Butter and oil are used because they preform different functions leading to this very light, tender cake. The butter adds flavor and fat that adds to the tenderness. The oil contributes to the tenderness and the ability of the cakes to stay moist for more days than butter alone. All butter cakes have a shorter lifespan than cakes made with oil. Buttermilk also contributes to the tenderness and long lifespan. When I owned my bakery, I originally thought I had to use all butter cakes because the bakery made upscale desserts. I quickly found out they did work for restaurants who often don't serve all of the dessert in one day because they would become dry. So, I switched to cakes that used at least some oil in them. By using oil, it also allows the dominant flavor to come through more strongly. Recipe Ingredients Pineapple Filling FRONT ROW: Lemon juice and cornstarch BACK ROW: Crushed pineapple and sugar Banana Cupcakes FRONT ROW: Baking soda, salt, baking powder. SECOND ROW: Unsalted butter THIRD ROW: Vegetable oil, eggs, buttermilk BACK ROW: Cake Flour, granulated sugar and bananas Strawberry Buttercream I have used this strawberry buttercream with its intense strawberry flavor and smooth texture in several ways including Strawberry Buttercream Frosting as well as Strawberry Cake which is a delightfully light spring and summer treat. FRONT ROW: Milk, almond extract SECOND ROW: Unsalted butter BACK ROW: Powdered sugar, red food coloring and freeze dried strawberries Be sure to see the recipe card below for the exact ingredients & instructions. Step by Step Instructions Pineapple Filling Step 1. Mix the sugar and cornstarch together. Step 2. Add it to the well drained crushed pineapple. Step 3. Put everything into a small saucepan. Step 4. Cook over medium heat until the mixture is thick and a spoon run through it leaves a path. Remove from the heat and cool. This can be made a week ahead and stored in the refrigerator Banana Cupcakes Step 5. Place the bananas in the processor. Step 6. Process the bananas until smooth. Step 7. Measure 1 cup and add the oil and buttermilk. Mix together. Step 8. Whisk together the dry ingredients for the cake and set aside. Step 9 Place the butter and sugar in the bowl of a mixer. Step 10. Cream them together until light. Step 11. Add the eggs, one at a time beating until combined completely. Step 12. Add the flour mixture and banana mixture alternately, starting and ending with the flour. Three additions of flour and two of the banana mixture is fine. Step 13. Mix the first flour mixture on low until completely combined, scraping as necessary if you don't have a scraper attachment. Step 14. Add the first banana mixture and beat until combined. Step 15. Continue alternating until the flour and banana are all in. Step 16. Divide the batter between 9 large or Texas muffin tins lined with paper liners.

I used a slightly overfilled #8 scooper to fill them about 3/4 full in the left pan. The right pan was filled with the scooper cleaned off. The cupcakes are slightly smaller. I prefer the larger ones to hold the filling. Step 17. To tunnel out the cupcakes for the filling, I used a large plain piping tip upside down. Step 18. Press it down in a circular motion to remove the cake. Do not go all the way to the bottom. To remove the cake from the pastry tip, poke it out using the back of a small spoon. Step 19. The initial hole is made. Step 20. Save the plugs removed from the cupcakes for later. Step 21. Remove a bit more of the cake with a teaspoon to expand the size of the hole. Step 22. Fill the hole with about 1 tablespoon pineapple filling not quite to the top. Step 23. Replace the plug on top. Step 24. Pipe a swirl of strawberry buttercream on top of the cupcake. Strawberry Buttercream Visit my post on Strawberry Buttercream for Step by Step photographs. Recipe FAQS Can these Banana Split Cupcakes be Frozen? Yes they can either with or without the frosting as you prefer. If freezing, place them on a tray and freeze until hard. Then place them in an airtight container or wrap the tray really well in foil. Freeze for up to a month. Thaw at room temperature. Can I used cold eggs and butter for the cupcakes? The short answer is no for the butter. The butter has to be softened to become light and fluffy when creamed with the sugar. It cream best around 72°F. Room temperature eggs are less lightly to curdle the batter when mixed in but that will be corrected with the addition of flour later. Can the cupcake batter being over mixed? It sure can. When adding the flour and liquid it is important to mix on low so the gluten in the flour does not become elastic. This is necessary when making bread, but it can change the texture of the cake making it chewy or dense. Expert Tips Use a 16 to 20 ounce can crushed pineapple. Make sure to drain the pineapple really well before making the filling or it can be too loose when cooked. The filling can be made a week ahead and refrigerated. The cupcakes can be made in their totality several weeks ahead and frozen. Thaw at room temperature. Be sure to use freeze dried strawberries for the buttercream. They impart a very intense flavor. A few drops of red food coloring enhances the color after the buttercream is mixed. If you didn't have time or forgot to soften your butter, put the stick still wrapped on a plate in the microwave. Microwave for 3 to 5 seconds on each side turning the butter one quarter each time. It should be just perfect for creaming around 72°F. Using a 1/2", #6 open star piping tip will give your cupcakes a professional look. If you love these Banana Split Cupcakes, It would be hugely helpful and so appreciated it if you would take a moment to leave a rating below. Thank you. Banana Split Cupcakes Banana Split Cupcakes are based on one of my favorite ice cream treats and are maybe even better. While most banana cakes are heavy, this is a very light cake filled with pineapple and topped with Strawberry Buttercream. A drizzle of chocolate finishes this treat. Large Texas Muffin Cups Pineapple Filling1 1/2 cups crushed pineapple, very well drained1/2 cup granulated sugar (200 grams)2 teaspoons cornstarch2 teaspoons lemon juiceBanana Cupcakes1 1/2 cups cake flour (210 grams)1 teaspoon baking soda3/4 teaspoon baking soda1/4 teaspoon salt1 cup banana puree1/3 cup buttermilk1/3 cup oil1/2 cup unsalted butter, softened (114 grams or 1 stick)1 1/4 cups granulated sugar (250 grams)2 large eggsStrawberry Buttercream3 cups freeze dried strawberries (from 2 -1.2 ounce packages2 1/3 cups powdered sugar (300 grams)3/4 cup unsalted butter, softened (170 grams -1 1/2 sticks)3/4 teaspoon almond extractRed food color, optionalsemisweet chocolate as needed Line 9 large Texas muffin cups with cupcake liners. Set aside Preheat the oven to 350°F.

Pineapple FillingThis will make more than you need. The extra filling is great on toast, a bagel (especially with cream cheese also), as an ice cream topping (loosen it with a bit of water) or as a topping for anything. Whisk the sugar and cornstarch together. Combine all the ingredients in a small saucepan. Stirring constantly, bring to a boil and boil about one minute until a spoon drawn through it leaves a wide trail that does not fill in. Cool. This can be made a week ahead and refrigerated.Banana CupcakesCombine the flour, baking soda, baking powder and salt. Whisk to combine. Set aside.Place the bananas in the bowl of a processor or blender and puree until smooth. Add the buttermilk and oil, whisk together and set aside.Cream the butter and sugar until combined. Add the eggs one at a time, mixing well. Alternately add the flour and banana mixture, starting and ending with the flour.Fill the 9 cupcake liners about 3/4 full. A #8 disher/scooper makes this easy. Bake for about 25 to 30 minutes until a tester comes out cleanly or they spring back when lightly touched. Cool completely.AssemblySee photos for the easiest way to do this.Using a large pastry tip upside down in the middle of the cake, core out the center. Save the plug just removed. Widen the hole a bit more with a teaspoon.Fill the hole generously with the pineapple filling and replace the plug on top. Set aside.Strawberry ButtercreamPlace half the strawberries and half the powdered sugar the the bowl of a processor. Process until the strawberries are one with the powdered sugar. Repeat with the second half.Combine all of the ingredients except the food coloring in the bowl of a mixer. Beat on low to combine. Raise the speed to medium and beat until lightened. Add the food coloring as desired.Using a #6 or 1/2" open piping tip, finish the cupcakes with a swirl of buttercream. Melt a little semisweet chocolate at half power in a microwave. Dip a spoon in the melted chocolate and wave it over the iced cupcakes. The cupcakes can be stored for 3 days at room temperature or frozen for up to a month. There is always an abundance of photos to guide you in the post above. As always, I recommend using a scale for accuracy and consistency. Flour, in particular, is difficult to measure by volume. For my recipes, I use 140 grams per cup of unsifted all-purpose, bread or whole wheat flour and 125 grams of cake flour. Others may use different weights so use whatever they suggest. I used the term softened butter where others refer to room temperature butter because some rooms are too cold or too warm. The ideal temperature for butter to be creamed is 72°F. The bananas should be fairly ripe as seen in the photograph. Use a 16 to 20 ounce can crushed pineapple. Make sure to drain the pineapple really well before making the filling or it can be too loose when cooked. The filling can be made a week ahead and refrigerated. There will be extra filling. The extra filling is great on toast, a bagel (especially with cream cheese also), as an ice cream topping (loosen it with a bit of water) or as a topping for anything. The cupcakes can be made in their totality several weeks ahead and frozen. Thaw at room temperature. Be sure to use freeze dried strawberries for the buttercream. They impart a very intense flavor. You will need 2 -1.2 ounce packages. A few drops of red food coloring enhances the color after the buttercream is mixed. This is optional. If you didn't have time or forgot to soften your butter, put the stick still wrapped on a plate in the microwave. Microwave for 3 to 5 seconds on each side turning the butter one quarter each time. It should be just perfect for creaming. Using a 1/2", #6 open star piping tip will give your cupcakes a professional look. Otherwise, feel free to spoon it on in swirls. The cupcakes be stored at room temperature, covered for days or freeze for longer storage.

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stimming4dayz · 1 year ago

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I'm a fruit fiend so here's an attempt

Easy Snacking:

Apples (apple cutters make this 10x easier, also can be dipped in almost anything you want, I love adding a slice of cheddar and honey on mine, favorite type is honey crisp)

Pears (same as apple, but if you just aren't an apple fan, my favorites are bosc and asian pears! both are soft, crunchy, and sweet)

Cherries (if you like "meatier" textures they're great but best to get when they're actually in season, they do have pits if that's a turn off

Grapes (for extra texture freeze them!)

Berries in general: blueberries, raspberries, strawberries, blackberries, etc (I won't lie, not my favorite due to seeds, but my siblings loves them for the seeds

Clementines/Tangerines/Mandarins (I'm gonna be so honest I can't tell the difference between the three, but any of them are better than oranges in my opinion: easy to peel and sweeter)

Pomegranate Seeds (buy them from the store and skip the hastle of cutting one)

Raw Coconut (easy snacking if you buy it precut from the store like me, otherwise it's more of a hassle. it tends to be a required taste as people tend to either love or hate it, I'd describe it as chewy and weirdly dry and wet at the same time)

Figs (I love the flavor but their mushy texture can be off putting at times, I usually have to be in the mood to eat them raw)

Lychee (maybe the least "easy" on this list but still pretty low effort, sweet but mild and not overpowering, texture is similar to a grape)

Persimmons (these are one of my all time favorites. depending on ripeness they're either crunchier with a more subtle sweet flavor, or mushier with a sweeter one (I prefer them crunchy)

Cutting Required (I use fruit cutters for many of these, but there's a variety of way you can cut them, find what works best for you):

Mango (I cute them by cutting off sides around the pit then dicing them so that it doesn't cut the skin, allowing you to bite off cubes while holding the outside(horrible explanation but if you look up how to cut one you'll see it)

Pineapple (another fruit that can be made easier by getting a fruit cutter, pineapple cutters cut out the core and make a cute spiral so it's fun to eat as well! listen, if a cutter makes it easier to eat what you like, and you have the money, get it!)

Mangosteen (don't be fooled by the name, I'd describe it as a love child of lychee and pomegranate. the outside it hard so can be a bit annoying to eat for a small fruit but in my opinion worth the pay off)

Pomegranate (if you don't want to buy just the seeds you can always cut it yourself! my sister prefers it this way)

Dragon Fruit (seedy, but a very mild flavor)

Papaya (not my favorite, but my mom could eat these for a week straight. also! the seeds are great for cooking)

Watermelon

Cantaloupe (my favorite melon)

Honeydew

"Meatier" Textures:

Mango

Cherries

Persimmons

Papaya

Cantaloupe

Peaches

Apricots

Crunchy Textures:

Apples

Pears

Watermelon

Pineapple

Softer/Mushier Textures:

Grapes

Bananas

Figs

Lychee

Mangosteen

Dragon Fruit

Passion Fruit

Dried Fruits (best of you can get without added sugar)

Raisins

Dried Cranberries (I eat these with cheddar and cashews)

Dried Mango

Banana Leather (Trader Joe's used to have great dried and pressed bananas, I don't think they sell it anymore unfortunately)

Dried Persimmons

Dried Apricots

Crunchy Snacks

Freeze Dried Apples

Freeze Dried Strawberries

Banana Chips

Sweets

Banana Bread

1 Ingredient Banana Ice Cream (a summertime favorite and super easy)

Berry or Mango Parfait (greek yogurt and honey are great if you're trying to get the most nutrients)

Homemade Popsicles (just squeeze some fruits and/or berries of your choosing and freeze them, add juice if you like)

i mean this in the gentlest way possible: you need to eat vegetables. you need to become comfortable with doing so. i do not care if you are a picky eater because of autism (hi, i used to be this person!), you need to find at least some vegetables you can eat. find a different way to prepare them. chances are you would like a vegetable you hate if you prepared it in a stew or roasted it with seasoning or included it as an ingredient in a recipe. just. please start eating better. potatoes and corn are not sufficient vegetables for a healthy diet.

#hope this helps lol #also I know I missed many fruits but I tried to keep it to fruits that I've actually tried

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