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cheerscoops · 2 years ago

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Steve Harrington x Chrissy Cunningham || 1.5k

“So you promise you know how to make snickerdoodles?” Steve asked. “Actual snickerdoodles that taste just as good if not better than the ones from the grocery store bakery?”

“When I said that I knew the best snickerdoodle recipe, I meant that I knew the best snickerdoodle recipe,” Chrissy replied. “These will blow your store bought cookies away. Mrs. Henderson’s going to love them.”

Chrissy and Steve had been hanging out together more often now that they’d rekindled their childhood friendship, and she and Jason had broken up. They’d fallen back into their easy routine of teasing, shared secrets, and weekend hangouts, so when Steve had mentioned that Dustin’s mom had invited him to participate in her annual Christmas cookie swap, she offered to help him bake a batch when she realized he intended on getting store bought ones. Chrissy might not have been encouraged to eat many sweets as a child, but her grandmother had raised her to believe that there was nothing better than a homemade batch of cookies no matter what kind you were making.

Since his parents were out of town for the foreseeable future, Chrissy had invited herself over to help bake the cookies. His parents’ kitchen was much nicer than her own, and they’d be able to work uninterrupted unlike at her house.

“They’ll mean more to her if you can honestly tell her that you helped make them,” she’d told him. “Baking is a labor of love, so this is truly a gift from the heart.”

When she came over that afternoon, she’d pulled her grandmother’s old recipe box out of her bag and flipped through the dozens of handwritten recipe cards until she found the right one. As she did this, she thought about how she should spend a day just organizing the box. She was sure that they were actually organized at one point in time, since the box contained divider tabs for side dishes, desserts, and several other categories, but her grandmother had never been the most organized woman, so she just stuck the recipes back into the box wherever she felt like after she was done with them.

She handed the card to Steve and instructed him to read off the ingredients to her as she floated around the kitchen grabbing everything they’d need from the fridge and various cabinets. She knew his home well enough by now to know where everything was kept, and she’d been smart enough to call him and tell him what ingredients he’d need the day before. Once she’d gathered everything, she hoisted herself up to sit on the edge of the counter next to the stand mixer and turned to him.

“Start baking,” she told him.

“You mean you’re not going to do anything to help?” he asked.

“Consider me a mostly hands off teacher. You’ve gotta do it on your own. Besides, the mixing and measuring part isn’t that hard. I’ll help out if you get stuck, and I promise I’ll show you my technique for actually forming the cookies when you get to that step.”

And Chrissy stayed true to her word. She handed Steve measuring spoons when he needed them, and she kept him from making any unfixable mistakes, but she let him do all of the actual work. Once the dough was finished, she slid off the counter and stood next to him.

“Now, are you ready to learn how to make sure all of your cookies are uniform in size, so they’ll look all fancy and store bought?”

Steve nodded. “I’m ready to learn all of the master’s secrets.”

Chrissy stifled a laugh. “I’m no master,” she told him. “I’ve just had a lot more practice than you.”

“Considering the fact that this is the first time I’ve ever made a batch of cookies myself, you could definitely say that.”

Chrissy opened her bag again and pulled out a large melon baller.

“This is my greatest tool when it comes to baking. I don’t think it’s ever actually been used as a melon baller. It exists only to make uniformly sized cookie balls.”

She plunged the utensil into the batter and pulled out a small scoop which she then dropped into her palm and rolled into a neat little ball. She set that ball on the cookie tray and repeated the process a few more times before handing the tool to Steve.

“Your turn.”

While Steve started making the rest of the dough balls, Chrissy went about mixing together the cinnamon sugar mixture for the cookie coating. And when the cookie dough bowl was empty, she showed him how to make sure that the whole cookie had a perfect coating before placing it back on the cookie sheet. Once again, she demonstrated only a couple of times before stepping aside to let him do the rest. Soon, all of the cookies were done, and they had all of the baking sheets in the oven.

Chrissy hoisted herself back up onto the counter, and Steve moved to sit with her.

“Where did you learn to do all this stuff?” he asked her. “I can barely make boxed mac’n’cheese without setting the kitchen on fire, and you could practically run a bakery from your kitchen.”

“I don’t know,” she said with a shrug. “My nana always said it was in my DNA. She was always in the kitchen when I was growing up, and she taught me everything that she knew. That recipe box is my legacy as a Cunningham woman as ridiculous as that sounds. Most of the recipes were my great grandmother’s, and my nana hand wrote them all as she learned them. She claimed to have the entire box memorized and said I’d do the same one day . . . I’m rambling.”

“You’re not. And it’s fine. I like hearing you talk.”

“You do?”

Instead of answering her, Steve looked Chrissy in the eye and moved to run his thumb across her cheek. When he pulled his hand away, there was a small glob of cookie dough on his finger. She could feel her cheeks burning in embarrassment at the fact that she hadn’t known that was there. He stuck his thumb in his mouth and ate the dough which only made her embarrassment intensify.

“Delicious,” he said with a knowing smirk.

Before she could respond, the oven timer went off. She hopped off the counter and grabbed her oven mitts to remove the cookie sheets from the oven. As soon as she had set them on the counter, Steve tried to grab one, but she swatted his hand away with a spatula.

“You have to let them cool first,” she said as she started transferring the cookies onto her cooling racks. “You’ll get to try them when we’re packing them up for the party.”

“You really can’t let me have one now?”

“If I remember correctly, when your nanny would babysit us, she could barely take the cookies out of the oven before you’d eaten half of them.”

“And who do you think was eating the other half?” he asked with another knowing smirk.

“That’s irrelevant. I learned self-control.”

Steve feigned offense and hopped off the counter.

“I’ll have you know that I have loads of self-control,” he said as he moved to stand next to her.

“Oh yeah, since when?” She turned to face him and realized just how close he was to her for the first time. There were barely two inches between them, and she had to look up a bit more than usual to meet his eye. He was only about eight inches taller than she was, but it seemed like so much more when they were this close together.

“Since always.” He had one hand on each side of her resting on the counter behind her and effectively trapping her against it. Things had been getting more flirtatious between them lately, but this was bringing their playful banter to an entirely new level that it had never reached before. It would have been so easy for her to just reach up and kiss him if she wanted to, and she definitely wanted to. Not a kiss on the cheek like she’d done many times throughout their childhood, but a real kiss. One that would make her toes curl and her heart beat faster.

But she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t be the one to take it to the next level. Not when they were just starting to be friends again. She didn’t dare do anything to jeopardize that.

“Could’ve fooled me,” she told him.

“Maybe you’re right,” he said as held up the cookie he’d just stolen from behind her back. “Some things are just too tempting.”

He took a bite out of the cookie and smirked at her as he chewed.

“You’re evil,” she said as she turned away from him and back towards her cookie trays.

“Only when I want to be.”

#cheerscoops #cheerscoops fic #steve harrington fic #chrissy cunningham fic #ctcwc22 #pretend I'm not posting this almost a month late #probably the last thing I'll be posting from my failed christmas challenge #my writing

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monstermaster13 · 26 days ago

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Dum Dum Female Problems

NOTE: This is part of a series of dum dum were-aykroyd transformation stories that take place in a different universe outside of the regular universe the characters are from, this is a continuing series that has now included Corey and Oats as part of the main cast and also includes parodies of fat acceptance/weight gain fics and mentions of body horror or some body horror elements and is not to the tastes of everyone in particular (due to horror content, gross out elements, etc), so if you have an issue with this I really could not give a damn (so none of your petty hate rants or you will be dumified).

For more information on the saga look at the rest of the chapters in the order they appear in before reading this: Aykroydian Nightmare (has the first sort of appearance of the dum dum were-aykroyd, or rather a glimpse of him in the form of a nightmare sequence), To Be The Master's Favorite Aykroyd, Curse of the Dum Dum Were-Aykroyds, Night of the Dum Dums, Spirit of the Were-Aykroyd (the first one to feature Corey and Oats as supporting characters)

Were-Aykroyd Came From Planet Dum Dum, Rise of The Dum Dum Plague, The Dum Dum Plague Begins, Brotherhood of the Dum Dum Were-Aykroyds, Invasion of the Were-Aykroyd Dum-Dums, Corey and Oats in the Case of the Dum Dum Cookies, Corey and Oats VS The Dum Dums, The Dum Dum Spirit's Newest Host, The Were-Aykroyd Master's Lover, The Debut of The Female Dum Dum, Attack of the Giant Dum Dum, A Dum Dum Plot For A Dum Dum Were-Aykroyd, The Return And Rise Again Of The Dum Dum Queen, Tim Gets Dummed Dummed, Domain of the Dum Dums, Wrath of the Dum Dum Master and Dum Dum Proxy and Inside the Mind of A Dum Dum.

Where we last left our brave team of heroes the dum dum master known as Dumius tried to hypnotize Nathan and condition him into becoming a dum dum were-aykroyd wife, specifically a dum dum were-aykroyd wife known as Danielle who is a bit of a troublemaker. And now our heroes had to deal with the possibility of Nathan turning into her again, as if being a were-aykroyd in itself was not needlessly complicated enough, now he had to be stuck with being cursed to be female!

Nathan could not stand this curse, he would have done anything to change it if he could but unfortunately Dumius and that stupid spirit made a change in the original agreement, meaning Nathan had to be the recipient of a were-aykroyd gender bender curse. All because Dumius was lonely. And it keep getting worse and worse each time, because he knew that Dumius loved him, when he was her and had done this to other people he took a liking to, especially since Corey and Oats discovered his social media accounts and his Onlyfans page. ‘Being stuck in this nightmare of a curse where I am a fat female is a nightmare in itself, I mean the female were-aykroyd body is hard to adjust to.’ ‘I can get where you are coming from, Nate.’ ‘Same here, being stuck in the body of a female were-aykroyd must be hard to adjust to in general.’

‘Especially when said were-aykroyd alter-ego causes trouble and has an uncontrollable appetite.’ ‘I hate my female were-aykroyd alter-ego so much, you know in the universe I am normally from, Dan is my were-aykroyd alter-ego and he is much nicer than Danielle and hey at least he is not a dum dum were-aykroyd with leaking melons!’

‘Yeah, it is so weird that when you grow those dum dum breasts and they start dripping milk.’ ‘I am not even pregnant as a dum dum were-aykroyd yet I produce milk anyway? But I am male as a human, how is this possible? I never can figure it out.’ ‘Yeah, you seem to produce milk as a female were-aykroyd and that is weird in its own but it is still odd why that always happens to you.’

Nathan felt a bit uncomfortable just thinking about it, he could not stand Danielle (who had the tendency to conspire against him, and in more ways than one! She wanted to take over him and ruin him) but he was cursed with being her every night and when she took over things got messier than usual. This was made all the worse, by the fact this was an agreement he could not ‘back himself out of’ due to how it had changed from how it originally was. Originally the agreement was he would become a male dum dum were-aykroyd (because he had hopes of becoming a father one day and maybe hoping a female friend of his would get the honor of being a female dum dum, but Dumius, being the bastard he was, changed the agreement to make Nathan female, but was sort of justified in doing so because it got pretty lonely living in a dum dum were-aykroyd universe without a female to rule over his dum-dum-kingdom with!) but now he was cursed to be female and oh boy did he loathe it.

He did not think he was particularly attractive but he felt self conscious about himself in that form, that female were-aykroyd body of his was hard to adjust to no matter how hard he tried. And he even tried to get adjusted to walking like dums dum do i.e waddling but he had trouble doing that, it just felt so alien being in that body, and that body was one that he did not like at all.

‘I know you cannot stand being her, which is understandable.’ ‘Yes, we also hate her, for she is a bad were-aykroyd!’ ‘She is always trying to ruin you and that is not okay.’ ‘Yes, she is very dum dum and I understand why you do not like dum dums, they are very overweight and lazy and do nothing but eat.’ ‘As vile and disgusting as Puro and transfurs are, at least I can tolerate dum dum were-aykroyds more because hey, they are Aykroydian!’

‘Yeah, transfurs are disgusting and I should know.’ ‘You faced them numerous times, mommy. And also that evil phoenix who keeps sending them after you and keeps tormenting Matthias!’ ‘Oh how I hate her so much.’ ‘Yes, the almighty producers think that bird would make a good antagonist for him when already has several.’

“Yeah, the producers are cruel like that to him sometimes.”

“Waddling and being stupid is not the thing I want to be known for, it is so degrading.”

“It must feel pretty degrading to be reduced to idiot status.”

‘We have been working on a plan to stop them!’ ‘Yes, indeed we have.’ ‘We now know - what Dumius is like and what he wants from you, and we shall make sure you do not go full dum dum on us.’ ‘He always seems to forget I can return back to normal since the dum dum only comes out at night.’

‘Indeed, we can all work together to stop him!’ Meanwhile in the palace of Dumius the dum dum were-aykroyd, the heavy-set male were-aykroyd dum dum was very peeved off at the fact he always lost to the duo and every attempt he made at trying to get Nathan to become his were-aykroyd wife ultimately ended in failure (but he is the villain of this saga so before anyone complains about a clearly overweight character being vilified, he is not supposed to be sympathetic!) and yet he tried time after time again to do so.

He summoned his two dum dum were-aykroyd henchmen…’Chubs, Sugarsack! I need you both right here and right now.’ ‘Yes, boss?’ ‘As you know my previous attempts in purloining Nathan and making him into a dum dum were-aykroyd wife in hopes of getting my beloved lovey wifey back have all ended in failure, because of that covid microbe and that horse!’ ‘Oh yes, that meddlesome horse and microbe ruin all your plans. Do you want us to go after him again?’

‘I nearly got him last time through hypnosis and I am sure I can get him back, no matter what. No dum dum escapes Dumius!’ he laughed wickedly as he used his powers to teleport himself and his two henchmen to the city. He decided in order to get to Nathan he needed more than just his henchmen, he saw two fat acceptance/fat art creations talking to eachother on Twitter/X in a way that sounded like they had a desire to be overweight. ‘Oh do you think it would be so hot to be degraded into being a fat disgusting nerd?’ ‘Oh yes, I definitely think it would. Or that it would be awesome to get fat and get paid for just being fat.’ ‘Oh yes, a fat stay at home hog of a person and pig out, because I am so totally sure this is not going to end in us being humiliated.’

“Oh yeah I bet you just wanna be a good widdle dum dum piggy huh.”

“Oh yeah, a good widdle piggy.”

That is when Dumius farted on the first person who was named Clovis, and made him undergo a transformation, as Clovis watched his own clothes ripping apart as he turned into a plus sized were-aykroyd to the horror of others who were watching him, and some people even laughed at him, he felt himself getting heavier and dumbier and his posts shifted to reflect this, showing photos of him eating and doing silly things, which caused him even more humiliation.

Clovis then farted on his friend, causing a sentient fart cloud in the form of a spectral were-aykroyd to materialize and possess his friend (named Ryden), Ryden found himself undergoing the same fate as his friend, turning into a plus sized were-aykroyd and undergoing the process of being dummed dummed (even his messages on his phone were affected and so were all his tweets and art posts!) and he released a transformative fart cloud that possessed all of his friends and turned them into dum dum were-aykroyds as well.

‘Excellent, you have done well, my beloved dum dum servants! Now we must find Nathan and make him my lovely dum dum wife!’ ‘Yes, master.’ Dumius, his henchmen and the newly transformed dum dums made their way across the street.

At this universe’s version of the Nile Road residence, the gang consisting of Mel, Nathan, Corey, Oats, the microbes, the Snackle gang, Aiyido the beholder, Wailleo the beluga whale, Piff the Pufferfish, Gomez the piranha, Aiyvan the monster, Anglo the anglerfish and Astro the alien were all keeping an eye out.

Aiyido was keeping watch when he saw the ghastly foul-smelling gas cloud and recoiled in disgust and terror…’Oh my dear dark lord! That is definitely the smell of dum dums alright.’ ‘Oh no does that mean Dumius is coming back?’ ‘Oh it most likely is.’ ‘Oh no, not him.’ ‘Does he not know when to stop?’

‘Oh he likely does not, you know him. Recurring villains never stop, they always come back.’ ‘Like William Afton and Ghostface?’ ‘Yes, like that.’ ‘Oh greegle graggle, Dumius is coming back! That is just great.’ ‘Aiyido, you can handle this, you are a beholder.’

‘You are right, I can, we all can!’, the dum dum were-aykroyds lead by Dumius and his henchmen stomped over to the entrance of the house, and attempted to barge through the door. Mel and the others all gathered around to start their plan to combat the were-aykroyd dum dums that were approaching.

“Dum dums approaching at 1 o clock!”

“1 o clock? But it does not even say that on my clock.”

“The dum dums are coming!”

The dum dums stumbled about and tried to get to the duo but Aiyido and Aiyvan used some magic to zap some of them and send them flying all the way back before Ryden and Clovis attempted to fart on Oats, Oats luckily was immune to dumification and he used some magic to fend them. ‘Tough luck, huh. You try to make a dum dum out of me but I cannot be affected because, I am a horse!’

‘And I am a covid 19 microbe, I am the one who is supposed to be infecting not being infected myself!’ Corey added. ‘I am a monster already, a beholder to be exact - and I have some powerful eyerays that I am not afraid to use!’ ‘I am an anglerfish, but everyone knows that.’ Anglo also contributed. ‘I am a monster as well, not just any monster but the funkiest monster ever!’

‘Hello, my name is Piranha Montoya! You tried to brainwash and transform my friend, prepare to fight!’ Gomez the piranha responded. ‘And I am an alien, my otherworldly powers can easily counter those of a dum dum!’ Dumius smirked as he looked over at Nathan.

‘Do not even think about it.’ ‘Oh but I will, hello, my lovey.’ ‘What do you want to do to me this time, Dumius?’ ‘My beloved dumpkin with two round marshmallows, how could you act like I want to do anything but love you?’ ‘Love him? Love him? All you ever seem to do is try and corrupt this innocent friend of ours into becoming her. You do not love him, if you cared and truly loved him you would help him.’

‘Oh but I am helping him, to become my dum dum lovey!’ ‘He does not like being your supposed wife, what part of that do you not understand?’ ‘Oh but he will and I bet he secretly does.’ Nathan shook his head. ‘In your dreams. I would never admit to liking being a big fat were-aykroyd.’

‘Oh but you most certainly would, admit it, you like it. A whole lot in fact. You even have a bit of a submissive side to you.’ ‘Submissive? Me? I do not ever recall my were-aykroyd self ever being called submissive or acting like that.’ ‘Oh but I do, I remember you even calling me daddy like you were a little girl calling her father!’ ‘Daddy? Okay, I do not remember ever saying that.’ ‘Oh but you most definitely are, I remember you fawning for me while entranced.’

‘That was only because I was under your control!’ ‘Why yes, you were. And do not like you did like it, because you did. You and her are one and the same, so you must definitely like this.’ ‘Yeah I know that but I do not think you can act like I really am her.’

Dumius did not listen to the complaints Nathan made, as he walked into the bedroom and looked into the wardrobe, the wardrobe all had relatively normal human clothes inside it until he pulled out a pair of large size pink underwear. ‘Oh, well then, what about these? I found this pair of lovely pink large sized panties in your wardrobe.’ ‘I do not remember wearing those nor do I recall ever being into wearing clothes made for women!’ Oats blushed as he heard that and he added. ‘Exactly, that is more of my thing. And even if those were in my size, I would not be caught dead wearing those.’

‘Oh but look, they are so obviously yours, my lovey.’ ‘Mine? Mine? I am a male human at the moment, Dumius. What would a man like me do with obviously feminine clothing anyway?’ ‘You would definitely look good with them on though, give them a try.’ ‘No thank you, they probably belong to you anyway, or your mother.’ ‘Hey, what are you saying, are you saying that I would obviously wear those?’

‘Not implying you would but still, those clearly are your thing.’ Dumius was clearly put off by this and he tried to make Nathan wear the underwear but Nathan picked them up and threw them away. ‘Hey, pick up that pair of undies right now!’ ‘It is not my thing, it is yours.’

He stamped his feet and growled at him…’Do not sass me or disobey me, lovey, I know what is best for you, you are mine.’ ‘Only during the night that is, because dum dum were-aykroyds still have to go by the same rules as were-aykroyds in my normal universe!’ ‘That may be so but you are still mine.’

“Do you believe a word that this sicko is saying?”

“He acts like Nathan is his possession.”

“And that is just wrong!”

‘A fat mindless were-aykroyd wife who does nothing but waddle.’ ‘Exactly, that is your real purpose, not to be here with these friends of yours who do nothing but ruin my fun!’ ‘No it is not, I did not ask to have this curse and you know that.’ ‘Oh, I do know, it is just I want to have you - my lovely dum dum were-aykroyd wifey!’

Corey hated how creepily Dumius was talking to Nathan, how it made him squirm every single time he heard that, such a sick and disgusting term and normally food related terms of endearment would make him laugh (and sometimes turn so red he would resemble Hellboy!) but when that were-aykroyd master of his used them on him, it made him feel dirty and not in the sense of the word you are thinking. ‘Ick, why does he keep doing that, calling me his dumikins?’ ‘Yeah it is so super uncomfortable.’

Nathan pretended to flirt with Dumius and patted his large rear before rubbing his belly (and this is as ‘horny’ as this story saga will ever be, after all, this is for everyone. If any fat fetishists out there are disappointed in the lack of horny content, too bad, this was not made for you anyway!) and he rolled his eyes, he did not like the fact Dumius crushed on him as the dum dum wifey known as Danielle and it made him hate said female were-aykroyd all the more.

He had tried numerous times as he could to try and cure himself of his curse, both in his normal universe and in the dum dum universe, but even then those were temporary and he would either find himself forced back into the role of the were-aykroyd or decide it he missed it too much so he would decided to do it again, however the thing was there was no cure for his current state.

“Oh come now lovey, you must secretly like being a dum dum.”

‘What makes you think that I would love being forced into being a dum dum were-aykroyd? You keep forcing this upon me, you always like me more as her and not as myself, you only want the dum dum and not normal me. You throw tantrums every single time your plans get foiled and you will not take no for an answer! I do not like being forced into this role.’ ‘Oh you do not mean that, do you lovey?’ ‘I do mean it, there have been moments I have come close to quitting because of you. I did not want this, you forced this change in the agreement, I was not supposed to be female but you made my were-aykroyd form female when I hoped to remain a guy in that form!’

‘He is right.’ Corey added. ‘We have seen what you do and it is not a pleasant thing, you have done this with other people too. And the punishments you have done on some of them were pretty bizarre too.’ ‘Do not forget your social media accounts including the risque ones. Yeah, those female were-aykroyd dum dums showing off their bodies and being force fed are not sexy!’ ‘Oh yeah and your onlyfans too, like seriously, you post THOSE on your twitter page? You are sick.’

‘Oh you are just attacking me for my sexual preferences and my preferences are deliciously dum dum, so do not question me.’ ‘You like turning people into fat were-aykroyds with no brain, that is your preference!’ ‘I do suppose you are right, but that does not change the fact that my lovey belongs to me and deserves better.’

‘Deserves better than what, oh morbidly gross and stupid one? Deserves better than us? But we are his best friends! We know what is best for him.’ ‘And you obviously do not.’ Dumius smirked as he squeezed Nathan. ‘Ooh but I do and my dummy wumikins needs a master to love her and care for her.’

“Are you kidding me? I do not need you.”

“Oh yes, you do, my dearest dummy dumpling!”

‘You do not even do that, all you do is control him and try to corrupt him into being a dum dum were-aykroyd wife!’ Mel interjected. ‘Oh yes, but what a lovely dum dum wife he makes.’ ‘I do not think my dum dum were-aykroyd form is lovely.’ ‘Oh but I do and it is time you should become her again.’

“If he becomes her again he will cause more trouble than he did last time.”

“Yeah, we have to stop him!”

‘Nooo do not listen to him.’ ‘Yeah, he just wants to ruin you.’ Nathan shuddered as Dumius smirked before launching himself onto himself. His stomach made an unsettling series of gurgling noises as he began to feel increasingly hungry, he charged towards the kitchen and towards the fridge.

‘Oh no, he is going towards the fridge, we have to do something.’ ‘Do not worry guys, I have got this!’ Aiyido the beholder floated in front of Nathan and used a spell to prevent him from attacking before levitating in front of the fridge, Nathan groaned as his stomach grumbled and gurgled and he began to feast and feast, his hunger increasing and making it hard for him to think of anything else besides food.

Hairs slowly crept up his arms as his arms broadened and thickened, his hands slowly swelling in the process while hairs spread all over them and his fingernails lengthened. ‘Food is good for dum dum, dum dum likes food. Wait…I am doing that thing of calling myself a dum dum while transformation again! Oh no, not this again.’

He panicked as his chest and torso slowly began to swell and grow, fat pooling into both of them as two round formations slowly developed on his chest, pushing against his shirt as the buttons on said shirt popped off and he slowly expanded and gained a lot of weight in those areas. ‘Ooooh, dum dum looks so fat and happy.’ ‘Nathan, you can do this, you can snap out of it!’

In addition, his belly slowly bloated up and gained weight, pressing against his shirt which was tightening more and more (and if any fat fetishists out there think this is sexy, it is not, it is disgusting and horrifying and he does not like that he is transforming against his own will!) as hairs slowly spread up his chest and torso and down his stomach. The two round formations that were developing on his chest swelled and swelled, producing milk that dripped onto his shirt. ‘Tee hee, dum dum is going to make milk for her master! Dum dum makes milk, yaaay!’

He could not believe what he had just said, covering his mouth in shock…it was obvious that ‘she’ as in Danielle the female were-aykroyd dum dum was coming through and she was oh so giddy and happy to be trying to take over him, she definitely had her way of making her way known. ‘She is coming out I see, oh and she seems so happy, does she not, lovey?’ ‘Here is a suggestion for you, how about you leave Nathan alone, you monster!’ ‘And what are all you going to do about it, huh?’

Piff the pufferfish stood up to Dumius and puffed himself up….’Do not even dare thinking about harming our friend. I may be just a pufferfish but even a little puffer can be dangerous. Do not even thinking about eating me, either - because I can poison you!’ ‘Aaaaw, is that little fishy trying to threaten me?’ ‘Little fishy? I am the mighty and all-powerful Piff! I am a pufferfish. I am a fugu and definitely not a tacky one!’

Nathan clutched his swelling and gurgling stomach as his socks slowly strained and tore open due to his feet enlarging and developing webbed toes. ‘Ooooh dum dum has nice feet, do you love dum dum and her feet?’ ‘Oh yes, I love dum dum and all of her parts.’ ‘That dum dum is our friend, let go of him please!’

Dumius smirked and furiously made out with Nathan as Nathan saw his own jeans slowly beginning to strain and tear due to his legs thickening and swelling and his stomach swelled even more and pushed against his belt, his belt swelled and enlarged pushing against the belt, his belt unbuckling itself before snapping open as his belly burst right through it. ‘Teee hee, the belt is broken! Dum dum broke her belt, tee hee!’

‘Oh yes you most certainly did.’ He rubbed his transforming subject’s growing stomach as it gurgled, Nathan blushed and tried to fight him off, as the dum dum were-aykroyd master hedonistically massaged his belly and cuddled him (and this is as ‘steamy’ as it gets here, people. Sorry but if you want fat people smut you are going to have to go Patreon or Onlyfans or sofurry or other smut sites, like that, we have standards here!) and squeezed him tightly.

All this disgusted the duo and they wanted to stop him from crossing any boundaries, especially once Dumius smirked and rubbed his stomach a couple of more times, making out with him while he was transforming, a couple of loud explosive farts emitted from his rear as his rear fattened up, pushing against his jeans and slowly causing them to strain and tear even more.

The fat continued to pool into his legs which caused them to thicken even more and made it difficult for him to break free, and with another loud series of explosive farts - he found himself unable to control his flatulence, or his hunger for that matter. ‘Dum dum still hungry, dum dum needs to grow!’

‘You are not a dum dum were-aykroyd, you are our friend.’ ‘I know, I know it is just…I cannot control myself as a were-aykroyd!’ He managed to break free of Dumius and his grasp as he tried to run, but as he tried to run he found it very difficult to do so because of his fattening legs which made it look like he was ‘waddling’ .

In addition to this his privates shifted to become feminine and he examined his fattening body while his shoulders and back broadened, his body grew in height to six foot one as he found himself still growing and bulking up. The process of becoming a were-aykroyd was not supposed to be like this, that is for sure, in the past he did not have to deal with turning into this type of were-aykroyd, originally in his main universe he turned into a supernatural version of Dan Aykroyd and he still did, it was just in this one…’Dan’ had a dum dum counterpart and Danielle had made her name and presence known and boy she cause trouble for both of them and for the gang in general!

Nathan had his very first exposure to what it would be like to turn into a dum dum were-aykroyd, in the form of a nightmare spell from the original very first installment of his journey - while in his main universe, basically his master would often flip between being nice to him and being controlling to him, making him do as he said.

You see, a nightmare spell is a kind of spell that makes it seem like you are in the waking world but warps it into a living nightmare representing what you are afraid of the most and in the case of some Were-Aykroyds, it is being made into ‘dum dums’, in the normal universe (which is the universe Nathan and his friends all reside in), dum dum were-aykroyds are a joke species (nobody takes them seriously, because of their comical personalities and slight lack of intelligence!) yet in the Dum Dum universe they are considered a legitimate type of were-aykroyd.

In this particular nightmare spell effect Nathan was given the chance to go with his ‘master’ to a concert where he thought he would be able to rock out at the concert of a rock band known as ‘The Screaming Banshees’ only to be possessed by his master into saying that he is Dan Aykroyd himself and be turned in a horrifying manner into a ‘dum dum’ version of Dan to be ridiculed by said master.

Since then he has had a phobia of going ‘dum dum’ to the point that if it were to actually happen to him he fears he would never be able to live it down (I mean imagine going to a concert of a band you like only to turn into a were-aykroyd dum dum and making an idiot out of yourself!) and searching for a master - after said master disappeared, time after time again - had been a daunting task for him. Sometimes they ended up getting lost, sometimes they would be assimilated to being too dum dum to even think properly, sometimes a new were-aykroyd master would take their place, and sometimes they would stay and not be around to help him, Dumius however was his recent one and to say he never got along well with him - would be an understatement! ‘I do not know why it is so hard to be a were-aykroyd in this world, nor do I understand it.’ ‘I know, you keep losing more and more masters and you do not have anyone to go to to help you with your curse.’ ‘I have tried curing myself numerous times, I have tried to rid myself of my curse but the curse either pulled me back in or I decided I miss it too much.’

Nathan sighed, feeling his face as his hair lengthened and darkened, he felt his chin and neck swelling with fat, making it look like he was growing a double chin as his eyebrows thickened, his brow elevating itself as these changes were happening, he gasped at the sight of his own appearance. ‘Oh god, I look like her now!’ ‘You may look like her but you do not have to be like her, you can stop this and stop Dumius.’ ‘Oh but she is mine, she will always be my dum dum were-aykroyd.’

Piff barged toward Dumius and used some special attacks to ward him off, desperate to keep him away, Corey, Oats and all the others joining in to make sure the pufferfish was not going to lose or get himself hurt. Which fortunately, he did not and he was able to prove his bravery.

‘Aaaaw, what is the matter, my dearest dum dumikins? Do you not like playing with me? I thought dumikins loved playing with her master!’ ‘You cannot tell Nathan what to do, you monster.’ Oats exclaimed, he trotted over and used some magic to prevent all his friends from being transformed. ‘My dumikins does not belong to anyone except me, she belongs to me and only me!’

“Do you even know what you are on about?”

“Exactly…Nathan is his own person and not yours to control.”

‘Oh but the dum dum is mine to control and use, her hunger is always growing - along with her body!’ ‘That is the part I despise about being a dum dum, growing so much and gaining so much weight but not knowing your own weight!’ ‘And why would you need to know that, my delicious dump-cake?’ ‘That is just so disgusting, those terms of endearment may sound hilarious when Bonzi and Adam use those, but not when you use them!’

Nathan attempted to keep himself from giving in to the hunger that was growing from within as thoughts about food and serving his master entered his mind, he felt a bit light-headed as his eyes widened, one eye turning from brown to green while eyelashes blossomed around them. He tried to adjust to his body as he waddled and wobbled, those dum dum faults sneaking into his head and making him think about eating. ‘I am a good dum dum who loves to eat! Dum dum loves eating, dum dum is good at eating, tee hee!’ ‘Nathan, snap out of it.’ ‘Yeah, you are not a dum dum, you are our friend!’

He looked over at the duo and began to cry….’I know I know, but these dum dum urges are taking over even more so than usual and I do not like them!’ his shirt slowly ripped apart even more as the two massive dum dum melons on his chest leaking more and more, dripping with milk. ‘Dum dum has the best milk makers ever, tee hee. Oh no, no…I am so sorry.’

Nathan was struggling to keep his humanity as his nose broadened and developed a cleft, his features feminized and took on an Aykroydian appearance as his voice underwent a similar change, warping to sound Aykroydian but also feminine and a bit silly sounding. ‘Dum dum is so good and tubby wubby, me like being tubby wubby.’

‘That is right, dum dum loves being tubby wubby!’ ‘No he does not, that is your friend, not your dum dum were-aykroyd wifey!’ ‘Oh yes, she is, dum dum wifey is my dum wifey regardless of how well you do in your attempts to stop me!’ Corey and Oats used their combined powers to do battle with the were-aykroyd master known as Dumius.

The transforming Nathan was still panicking and trying to adjust to having such a heavyset build and large belly (Still think this is sexy or hot or that you want this, you sickos? Well this is something you do not want to happen to you because you too could be forced to be a were-aykroyd dum dum if you even think about having erotic fantasies about this!), he groaned as his jeans ripped open due to his expanding body, leaving him in his shorts and he charged towards the wall of the house. ‘Oh no, it may be too late to save him.’ ‘We can still save him, it is not too late.’ ‘So let us go then!’

Nathan smashed through the front door and began to rampage around the city, going around various stores and cafes and raiding them of their food, not in control of his or ‘her’ own body, but luckily the duo along with the others including Aiyido the beholder caught up with him.

Aiyido and Anglo - with the rest of the group - were in a supply store and they all saw what appeared to be a crimson haired streamer wannabe and a bunch of Inkling rejects harassing the employees of the store. ‘Oh greegle graggle! Every store has one of these.’ ‘Yep, what a Karen.’ ‘Look mister, I do not care if you do not sell magical serums, I need a grimace shake serum for an adventure totally not trying to cash in on a promotion from last year!’ ‘For the 500th time, we do not sell serums or potions and the grimace serum promotion was only available at Monstro Mart last year during the Grimace birthday celebration, and no I cannot ebay it for you.’ ‘Ick, I am going to have to pull out my TG and reprogramming serums in that case.’

Before the irritating little Karen could even think about it though, Aiyido shoved her out of the way. ‘Honestly, people like you can be sooooooo annoying! You really graggle my greeglers!’ and floated over to Nathan. Nathan (in his/her) dum dum state, farted on the Karen and her inkling wannabe friends, turning them into fat dum dum were-aykroyds with some of the female ones becoming like ‘Danielle’.

Nathan ran through the store in his dum dum were-aykroyd form eating everything in the store but he snapped out of it when Mel told him that she believed in him, he did eat a bit more food in his transformed state before falling into a food coma and falling asleep in his were-aykroyd form.

He had odd dreams of transforming into a fat were-aykroyd and eating a lot of food with no means of controlling himself, he even had dreams of being a ‘wifey’ and being pregnant with dum dum were-aykroyd spawn in his transformed state, an hour later he woke up.

Corey, Oats, and the others used their magic to help him to get up. ‘Guys, can any of you tell me what happened to me earlier? I do not know where I am.’ ‘Well your master showed up to try and brainwash you into being a were-aykroyd wife, you went on an eating spree and nearly raided this entire store for food!’ ‘Luckily we followed you and we were able to stop you before you went too far, and well you went into a food coma.’ ‘I had to shove some stupid karen out of the way to do it but I managed to help save you from becoming too stupid.’ ‘ Thanks, guys. Wow, I really did go into a food coma, huh? That is pretty terrifying. It sounds like she is getting worse, by the way what was that Karen complaining about anyway?’ ‘Probably something dumb.’ ‘Yeah. That figures, what a greeglo-greegler!’ Dumius materialized in front of Nathan and next to the duo. ‘I am very impressed with you, my little dum dumikins. You proved you have an appetite as big as your body and that you are skilled at being a good dum dum, did you enjoy yourself?’ ‘No, he did not enjoy himself.’ ‘Have you any idea of the suffering he is going through?’

‘Oh come now, I thought it was fun and it was cute seeing your friend as my dum dum wifey, although I did not fully make his mind stupid enough to accept my orders, it was a lot of fun for me.’ ‘Not for us though. You did a bad thing.’ ‘I am just doing what every self respecting dum dum master would do.’

Nathan sighed as he looked up at Dumius, not happy about the ordeal he had gone through and just about what he had done. He knew it was not his fault but he felt like it was, and he watched as he saw himself slowly revert back to himself from being a plus sized female were-aykroyd. ‘That is much better!’ ‘Nathan, you are you again.’ ‘And you are not a dum dum!’ ‘At least not any for a while, i’ll probably go back to waddling and a dum dum again in the next few nights though.’

‘We will be ready for that though’ ‘Oh yes, we will.’ ‘Thanks again, you guys.’ ‘No problem.’ Dumius looked madder than ever. ‘Ugh! I have lost yet again and I was so close to having my dum dum sweetie pie with me once more! Oh well, it is not the end of my world, I shall come back for more - remember that!’ ‘Yes, we know, you always DO come back.’

Dumius used his dark powers to turn into a cloud of smoke and disappear, and the group of friends all transported Nathan back to the version of Nile Road that existed in their universe. For the next couple of hours Nathan spent his time readjusting to his normal form before doing some research in the lab, and the gang all supported him!

Of course his stint as a dum dum were-aykroyd was not over, for this was just one night, but he knew that he would be likely to transform back into Danielle in the next few nights to follow, but he made sure to keep himself safe from going all dum dum again - thanks to his friends.

And so another chapter in the dum dum were-aykroyd saga has ended, but more are coming up in this saga so stay tuned.

#monstermaster13 #were-aykroyd #tg

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whorewolf · 4 years ago

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A quick lil Jack lockscreen for my phone - like and/or reblog if you're using, please!

#beastars #jack beastars #beastars lockscreen #beastars lock screen #this looks so much nicer than my melon one #i should remake it later

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chrisbitchtree · 3 years ago

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A Love Built on Mutual Hatred and Cheese

Steve sighed, looking over at the booth across from him at the farmer’s market. Under an awning with a banner announcing that the booth belonged to Hargrove’s Dairy, was Steve’s sworn enemy. Billy Hargrove. Built and tanned, with curly blond hair, he was beautiful. Beautiful and evil.

When Billy had first rented out a space at the farmer’s market four months ago, Steve had introduced himself to the other man. He was a local dairy farmer, starting up his own line of artisan cheeses. Steve sold fresh produce, kale, kiwi, fiddleheads, lemons and leeks in the spring, berries and melons in the summer, and gourds, corn, and apples in the fall, so they weren’t in competition with each other. It was nice.

They would talk back and forth in lulls between customers, and Steve thought there might even be a mutual attraction growing.

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That all changed about a month in. One day, Steve showed up to find all sorts of berries sharing space with the cheeses in Billy’s booth. Steve’s jaw dropped. Berries were his thing. How was he supposed to get people to buy exclusively from him when Billy was not only selling the same produce as him, but Steve noticed after looking at the signs, at a slightly lower price! He was furious. All day, he lost sales to the other man. This continued out of summer into fall, as Billy started bringing in pumpkins and gourds, and delicious, sweet looking corn. Steve didn’t know what he’d done to deserve this. Billy had seemed so sweet.

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He called his friend Robin, who was thankfully always willing to lend a sympathetic ear. He went on a tirade. He was trying to keep his voice down, but it was difficult. “Rob, can you even believe this guy? I sell my corn 12/$12, and I come in, and he’s selling it for 12/$12. I sell my eggplants for $4, his are $3.50. He doesn’t even have a nice eggplant! My eggplant is way nicer! People love my eggplant!” He didn’t realize how truly loud he was speaking until people stopped to stare. He lowered his voice. “I really don’t know what to do!” Robin made a sympathetic sound. “I’m sorry, Steve. I really don’t know what to say, but I’m sorry this is happening. I’m sure your eggplant is much nicer!” She couldn’t keep the laugh out of her voice, and it at least made Steve smile. He let her go, focusing on the few customers he did have.

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He'd been trying to resist complaining, but finally, after three months of losses, he went to the head of the farmer’s market. He sat down across from the man, Benny, to make his case. “How could you let this happen, Benny? I had the market cornered on produce. Let the other booths have their bread and candles and fresh baked pies, but produce was mine, and I was doing great.”

Benny sighed. “Steve, I understand your concern, but there’s really nothing against two booths selling the same thing. In the contract you signed, it said that there could be direct competition, and you agreed that it was fine. You’re just going to have to work on something else to draw people in, then the produce will keep them there. Maybe soap? Or you could try making aprons?” Steve huffed, leaving without another word.

Back home, Steve wracked his brain for ideas, Googling endlessly, trying to find something to beef up his sales, but it turns out making soap wasn’t as easy as it seemed, and Steve didn’t own a sewing machine. He’d just have to fight dirty. The next day, he showed up with new signs, advertising slightly lower prices than Billy’s. He couldn’t wait to see the look on Billy’s face.

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To his surprise, it wasn’t Billy that came storming over once the market opened for the day. It was an older man with a moustache, extremely red in the face, and looking he wanted to rip Steve’s head off. Steve had seen him around Billy’s booth a few times but had no clue who he was. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, boy?” He hissed, careful to keep his tone low, to not attract the attention of the shoppers milling around.

Steve was incredulous. “What do you mean, what are you doing? I could ask you guys the same thing! Ever since you started bringing in produce, I can’t compete with your prices! I have no choice! You’re literally taking away my livelihood!” The man leaned in close, speaking right next to Steve’s ear. “Listen here, you’re going to change your prices back, or there’ll be hell to pay. You here me?” He then stormed off to the parking lot, where he got in a truck and peeled out. Steve had no clue what had just happened.

He turned to look at Billy’s booth, only to find the other man approaching his booth, his face as red as a tomato. “Hey Harrington, I’m sorry about that. I’m going to talk to him.” He seemed like he was being genuine enough, but Steve was still a little weary. “Who was that?” He asked, still confused.

“My dad,” Billy mumbled. He’s the one who came up with the idea to sell produce, and to sell it at a lower price than you. I’m sorry, I never wanted to do through with it. I just wanted to sell my cheese, and told him to get his own booth if he wanted to top up what he makes selling to grocery stores, but Neil Hargrove is always looking for a way to make an easy buck, and he doesn’t take no for an answer. I felt terrible that he was doing that to you.”

Steve suddenly felt sympathetic, knowing a thing or two about pushy fathers. Maybe he’d read Billy wrong. He suddenly had a great idea. “Hey Billy, could I try some of your cheese? Bring me a few pieces of your best cheddar. I’ll meet you back here in a minute.” He quickly walked two booths down, buying a crusty baguette from Mrs. Smith. He brought it back to his own booth, meeting Billy there.

He ripped off a hunk of bread, placing a piece of cheese on top. Holy crap, that was delicious cheese. Steve knew right then that he had to join forces with Billy instead of fighting against him. He spent a full minute complimenting Billy’s product, before following up with a request for him to come over to Steve’s house for dinner that night. “I have a business proposition for you that I think you might be interested in. We can pop a bottle of wine, have a nice dinner, and talk.”

Billy placed his hand on Steve’s, smoothing his thumb over Steve’s knuckles. He winked. “It’s a date, pretty boy.”

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The next season opened with a new booth, H&H’s Dairy and Produce, Billy and Steve behind the counter, perfectly in sync, Steve taking orders and cash while Billy took care of bagging the goods for customers. It was easy to find a good rhythm with the one you loved.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #billy x steve #harringrove fic #my fic #chrisbitchtree writes #stranger things fic #stranger things fan fiction #stranger things fanfiction #tw Neil Hargrove #cw Neil Hargrove

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icollectyoursins · 4 years ago

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Gift Headcanons Risotto Nero x Reader

Look. I know the holidays have just passed, but I am unashamedly a SIMP for all of La Squadra and I wanna give them gifts. I just love them. So here, have some (mostly) tender gift giving and receiving for da boyz. I’m excluding Sorbet and Gelato because I know next to nothing about them, sorry!

Prosciutto

Pesci

Illuso

Formaggio

Ghiaccio

Melone

Have a character, but no idea? Prompt list here!

Looking for more? Master post here!

WARNINGS: SFW, mention of knives and Risotto’s stand (Metallica.)

Word Count: 914

Giving:

Not super into giving big, extravagant gifts, more into smaller, softer things and he knows you can use like a simple watch, a pocket knife or (if he’s feeling some kind of way) he’ll get a small ring that he thought looked nice (and would look nicer on your hands, but that’s beside the point). Risotto’s gifts are very practical and simple, but still holds a lot of meaning.

Back to the ring or jewelry, I can see him making one for his S/O with Metallica. Whether it’s someone’s blood or just an old fork, you will never know, but it’s got your names are written on the inside and maybe some simple lines on top to add a little more to it.

He’s more tender than usual when handing you the gift, probably either waiting until you’re alone or pull you aside to have a more private moment.

“(Y/N),” Risotto softly said your name, lightly grabbing onto your arm. “I have something for you. Follow me.” You were a little shocked but happily trailed after him. He leads you down to a relatively private hallway where he stops, turning to look behind you, making sure you were alone.

His eyes peer down at you as you slip in beside him. He is intimidating staring over you, but the warmth that that radiates from him fills you with so much love. He’s not sure what to say, feeling you so close to him has his skin burning. You patiently look up at him, slowly getting more concerned.

“(Y/N),” he says your name again. It’s the only thing he can muster right now. He shouldn’t be this nervous, but...

“Risotto? Is everything okay?” You ask, reaching out to touch his hand, softly interlacing your fingers. He smiles.

“You are too distracting, amor/amore mio.” He chuckles lowly, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “This is for you,” delicately, he pulls out a small ring, made to fit your finger perfectly. “This isn’t a proposal, but something to remind you that I am always here.”

Tears sting your eyes. Even if it wasn’t a proposal, you know it meant a lot to him which made it made it mean even more to you. There’s a slight shake to his hands as he lifted your hand to place it on your finger. It’s smooth, save for the small geometric design on the top that looked like honeycombs.

“Thank you,” you said finally, pulling him into a sweet kiss.

“Anything for you,” Risotto whispers onto your lips.

Receiving:

He wasn’t expecting someone to give him something, I mean, look at him! Risotto is not only fucking massive, but he’s also one of the best assassins in Passione. Why would anyone give him a gift?

And yet here you are. Much like what he gives, he prefers simple, practical things or something for an activity, but that being said with his profession it’s not exactly safe for him to go to a concert or something. If you did give him tickets to a band or something, he would feel so guilty about saying no to you, he just can’t risk that. He would make it up to you, though! Either by doing something that you love or spending extra time with you at home.

He’d likely enjoy something he can take with him on missions like a pin, a special belt buckle or something like that. The obvious answer is a knife or something, but I don’t think he’d like you to encourage him (kinda). He’d feel great, don’t get me wrong, however, it’s just not something that he wants you to get involved with, even if it’s just a gift.

Risotto’s face lights up in shock as you present him with a small gift-wrapped box, cheeks dusted with pink. He watches your smile as he takes it from your hands. Carefully, he looks it over, trying to figure out what it was. You chuckled at how small the box was in his hands. It was already small, but it’s dwarfed now.

“What is it?” He asks.

“Open it up and find out!”

He’s about to when he looks to you again. “You don’t need to get me things like this. I am happy with what we have.” He almost said what I have, but somehow it didn’t feel right.

“Just open it.”

He does so, but slowly and carefully to the point where it almost aggravates you. Eventually, he pulls off the bow, then the top. The light blush on his cheeks gets a shade deeper. Placed delicately in blue velvet is a small pin; a gold circle with a backwards R in the centre of it to match his belt buckle.

“It’s not much, but I-” he cuts you off, grabbing your face as he kisses you sweetly.

“It’s more than enough, (Y/N),” is what Risotto says when he pulls back. “Thank you.”

He takes the small thing out of the velvet, holding it so delicately; like he could easily break it. He doesn’t quite know what to do with it, he’s so caught up with how sweet the gesture is. Your cheeks are hurting by now with how much you’re smiling. You take it out of his fingers, prying it open, then gently attaching it to his coat, near the collar.

Risotto is practically breathless. How did he ever get someone like you? He gives you another kiss, holding you close for the rest of the night.

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Translations:

amor/amore mio - my love (masculine and feminine)

#soft risotto is best risotto #risotto nero #risotto nero x reader #risotto x reader #risotto #risotto prompts #sfw

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halpertstuna · 4 years ago

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red cheeks - jj maybank

A/N: this was supposed to be a short blurb but you know me, i always have to add way too much details. so let’s just pretend it is. don’t know how i feel about this but i hope you guys enjoy(:

quick reminder, REQUESTS ARE OPEN<3

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pairing: jj maybank x reader

word count: 2,171

summary: jj knows you always have something to say and gets suspicious when all of the sudden you stop talking back.

warnings: maybe like one mention of smoking, cursing, probs typos and i think that’s it really, if you notice something else lmk

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(gif credit: @anakin-skywalker )

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Ever since the day JJ first met you, he’s been nothing but a flirt, and you always had something to say about it. Whether it was a sly comeback, a witty comment or a mean burn. From eye rolling to flipping off, you never let him forget he’s got absolutely no chance.

But lately, you’ve been awfully quiet around him, as if your hard exterior all of the sudden became much softer.

And he noticed.

The first time he became aware something changed, was one Thursday afternoon. You parked your car in front of the chateau, exiting it, then made your way towards five folding lawn chairs, two of which were occupied by Pope and Kie’s butts.

“Hey! We haven’t seen you all week! I guess you got John B’s text” Kie greeted you with a warm smile.

You plopped down on an empty chair beside her, filling it with your presence. “Yeah, I’ve been busy,” you stated as you looked around, followed by the question “where is the idiot anyway?”

“i’m right here!”

JJ said like a frisky pup, exiting the chateau as he took a swing of his almost empty beer bottle.

“surprisingly enough, i’m not talking about you this time” you retorted, smiling at him sarcastically.

“He ran out of liquor and chips, so he went to the grocery store to get some more” Pope answered your already forgotten question as JJ’s essence filled the air.

“What do you need him for anyway?” Kie questioned, “I need to talk to him about something”

“You can always talk to me princess” JJ said through a smirk as he sat on the armrest of your chair, then brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, expecting an elbow in his ribs. But nothing followed his action. That’s when he perceived the faintest of flushes creeping up your cheeks.

At the beginning he thought nothing of it, but the way you practically flew out of your lawn chair with John B.’s arrival, made him a bit skeptical.

When John B. parked the Twinkie you offered to help him put away the groceries, and walked him inside with bags of food, snacks and beers in your hands.

As you assisted in unloading the contents of the bags to the fridge and cabinets, he trailed off “So...did you tell him?”

“Shhhh!” He cackled at your reddening face “keep it down Rutledge! Or I swear to god I’ll sew your mouth shut, you indiscreet meatloaf.”

John B. was your best friend far before the other pogues came along, he knew you like the palm of his hand. He always suggested you had a thing for JJ and that you rather enjoyed the attention he gave you, yet you always revoked his claims, stating he was nothing but annoying.

Until you realised John B. might have been right all along.

It happened last Friday. You guys threw a kegger at the boneyard and for the first time, you actually took notice of how JJ gave all of his undivided attention to some touron.

As you stared at the tan boy, you found yourself wishing it were your hip he was caressing.

Suddenly he paid no heed to your existence and that’s when you realised all of your feelings and responses to his so called annoying actions, were you denying yourself to him. And as he talked her up through his enchanting smile, you realised you didn’t want him to give that teasingly, flirty care towards anyone but you, and for a brief moment you found yourself actually missing his antics.

Luckily, you were quite gifted with the ability to hide your feelings, almost no one could see through you. Just almost. Of course you couldn’t hide anything from John B., just by the way your eyes flickered past JJ as he led the touron to the spare room, he noticed something was wrong. Different.

Later that night he nudged you until you broke, admitting your feelings for JJ were true, and during that week, he kept trying to convince you to tell him how you feel. With no luck, you hadn’t said a word. Instead, you had been trying to avoid JJ by avoiding the rest of the pogues.

“Well, did you?”

“No you melon, if I had I would’ve told you, obviously”

“Okay Juliet” he teased and you poked his side making him flinch then chuckle.

“No but seriously, you should do something about it”

“Do something about what?”

JJ chimed in, walking towards the two of your figures that were sat on the kitchen counter.

“Nothing” you said simultaneously. You started feeling nervous and decided to jump off and walk out, leaving the two alone inside.

JJ had a bewildered expression on his face, he was expecting a ‘keep your nose out of my business’, yet instead you just walked passed him avoiding eye contact, which was very uncharacteristic of you.

“What’s up with her today?”

JJ asked as he hopped on the counter, taking over your former spot next to his best friend.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh come on, you couldn’t have possibly missed that. She is way nicer to me than usual”

John B. shrugged his shoulders, as if he didn’t know what he were talking about.

Curious, JJ couldn’t help himself, “So... did she ask about me?”

John B. rolled his eyes at the question, he was fully aware that all of JJ’s courtship wasn’t completely an act, he knew JJ was fairly infatuated with you, yet he felt it wasn’t really his place to interfere, knowing you have the right to tell him when you’re ready. And even though he did try to push you to do it, he still knew where to draw the line, not selling off either of his best friends to the other.

“Yes”

JJ looked at John B. wide eyed waiting for him to continue. When he didn’t he impatiently blurted “well!? What did she say!?”

“I believe her exact words were ‘what can I do to get that nitwit to leave me alone’”

JJ jabbed his side and in reply, John B. smacked the back of his head gently, saying “what is with you guys and my ribs today? Leave them at peace you feisty goon”

“She didn’t actually say that right?” JJ tried to play it cool, pretending it didn’t really bother him but it was apparent to John B. he somewhat cared.

“I’m just joking dude, ask her yourself if you want to know so badly” He replied as he too, hopped off the counter joining the rest outside.

At the beginning, JJ was only inquisitive by your behavior, but with time he got suspicious.

You didn’t only stop talking back but stopped being around him as well, like two days later, it was the moment he stepped foot in the chateau that you were all of the sudden in a hurry to leave although only seconds before you were talking about how comfortable the couch was and how you never wanted to get up. Every time he was around, you avoided his eyes, touch and tried to ignore his overall presence, you talked to everyone regularly but whensoever he’d tempt start a conversation, you’d shy away.

He didn’t understand what happened, he even contemplated the possibility you were mad, yet it made no sense, for he couldn’t recollect a reason to why you would be.

He couldn’t recall saying or doing something that could hurt you either, so the only alternative left to think of, was that you actually began hating him.

Unbeknownst to him that your attempts at avoiding him were for the exact opposite reason.

You were petrified that if you told him and he didn’t feel the same way, it would ruin everything.

Sure, he always pinned after you, constantly reminding you how much he did want you, but that was just JJ. He hit on every girl with a heartbeat, you never thought of his gestures as anything more than his sheer nature. So you never even considered to confess your feelings for him.

Two weeks have passes by since you guys all sat together at John B.’s, two weeks since JJ developed his suspension.

You were doing a history assignment when your phone buzzed, the screen lighting up then reflecting on the glass of the framed picture of you and the pogues that was sitting on your nightstand. You decided to ignore it in favour of the unfinished essay, knowing if you checked it now you’d be stuck on your phone for ages.

A couple of hours passed by and you completed all of your work.

You rushed to pick up your phone, practically collapsing onto your bed, ecstatic that you finished and can finally rest. You unlocked it only to find out your very much needed break was over. You had a text from John B. asking you to come over to the chateau asap.

You reluctantly got up and drove to the chateau, wondering what could possibly be so urgent - but not urgent enough to call.

As soon as you got there, you noticed a mop of blond locks peaking out of the hammock, you immediately recognised them as JJ’s.

You tried walking passed him but his words halted you in your tracks.

“He’s not in there,” you turned around to meet his drowsy figure laying on the hammock with a lit joint resting in between his lips.

“And hello to you too” he added, knowing you saw him.

“Hi” you walked closer to him, lips curving into a faint smile.

He diverted his gaze upwards, it was quite for a few moments, then he asked “Are lobsters mermaids to scorpions?” mesmerised by his own question he narrowed his eyes, making you giggle and roll your own.

“JJ, how high are you?”

“Six foot, why?”

You scrunched your nose at his answer, face palming at his stupidity.

“Well i should probably go look for John B.,” you declared beginning to make your way towards your car when he admitted, “I actually sent you that text”.

You turned around with furrowed eyebrows to meet his guilty eyes.

“I’m going home JJ”

“Wait! Please, stay” he plead. “I wanted to talk to you, and I wanted it to be face to face but I knew if the text was sent from my phone you wouldn’t be here right now”.

It took you a moment to comprehend his words, his actions, eventually realising it was true, you gave in. You approached the hammock signaling him to move and he obeyed, you got in and laid beside him, hands on your stomach as an awkward silence filled the air.

“Well, did you swallow your tongue or something?”

He was actually thinking about a way to ask his question in a gradual manner.

“how come you’ve been abnormally nice to me lately?”

But failed.

“what do you mean?”

“oh come on, you‘re nicer than usual”

“i mean, i’ll punch you in the face if you want” you asserted confidentiality as if you didn’t understand what he was talking about.

“I’m serious! First you started ignoring my comments which is very unlike you, since you always talk back. But then you started ignoring me in general. It’s like you always seem to be away when I’m around or at a distance when I try to engage conversation. What’s up with that? Are you mad at me, did i do something?”

“What? No JJ, you didn’t do anything”

“Then why?”

You stayed silent, not wanting to admit you had feelings for him. He continue throwing possibilities, trying to justify your actions, going crazy but knowing you probably won’t tell him what’s going on. And you only grew redder by the minute.

“I mean it’s either I did something to upset you, or- Wait a minute-“

He turned to look at you, a mischievous smile of realisation painted across his face, “you like me”

Your eyes widened, mouth slightly agape as you didn’t know what to say yet still tried to stall “I will squeeze your kneecaps”

“You didn’t say no!”

“Why did you get high anyway?”

“It took you two hours to get here, I thought you weren’t coming- Ah! You’re trying to change the subject! you didn’t say no!”

“Just shut up and kiss me you dill hole”

With no hesitation he launched his entire body to his left in an attempt to hover over you and do as told, but instead, he ended up flipping the hammock upside down, hurling both of you onto the solid ground.

You were out of breath as you guffawed, the sound of your heavy laughs mingled filling the air, when his hand found its way to your hair, pulling out a leaf that was tangled in it.

He brushed the loose locks behind your ear, his eyes holding nothing but utter adoration towards the girl beside him, since he now knows, he will never cease to make you blush.

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reverielix · 4 years ago

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Tenerife Sea (One) ⇢ Bang Chan

genre: fluff, cliché friends to lovers yanno what it is warnings: a curse word, so much cheese, oc has a distorted view on marriage and romantic relationships because of past trauma word count: 729 summary: why would you fall in love just to get your heart broken? and obvi the song is Tenerife Sea lol but I think we’re all familiar with it at this point haha

In a garden of blooming tulips and roses under blazing sun, the husband kisses his new wife. Dads sit in the first row, uncles in the third.

“What?” Chan giggles at my nose scrunch.

“Wouldn’t it be weird to kiss your husband in front of everybody?” An elderly woman behind us in the beige chairs taps my shoulder and holds an index to her lips.

“Sorry.” He covers his mouth with wrinkled eyes.

When the ceremony ends, and I’ve neglected finding relatives for the woman—she looks like a Carla—everybody sits down on the villa’s enormous patio. The newly-wed take photos for an album that will end up in the dusty attic of their once shared home while we wait with grumbling stomached between Calla lilies on carefully allocated tables.

Auntie Livia assigned my parents the same as us. She must've forgotten they divorced. And I forgot to bring my scream pillow.

“Don't leave me alone with your father, sweetie. I had to deal with him for twenty years, can't do another second.” Nineteen years and three months. But she says twenty every time he’s in the same vicinity, and I have to babysit them as if a repayment.

During all five courses I talk with mom about uni—which revives her beloved college memories—and Chan listens to dad ramble about wine and Formula 1. Everybody laughs and clinks glasses when they're not stuffing their faces with fruit snacks like they forgot what comes after: marriage.

After coffee and cake (it matched auntie's white-purple nails but tasted made-in-a-nail-salon as well), catering leads us to the dance floor at the opposite side of the Mediterranean villa. Uneven cobblestones force women to claw their partners’ arms in too-high-inched heels for seven rounds “to our wonderful bride and groom”.

Off crooked walls resonates “Marry You” by Bruno Mars, tottered dances shared between. This part of the villa is much nicer than the garden and patio: the lilies don't stink like rancid yogurt, mom isn't forced near dad and round lights under the night sky chase children in laughter.

Or maybe it's Chan's hand on my back. “You will fall,” he says. “No Prosecco needed.” Way too many melon-orange sticks for my acid reflux later, he glues himself to my side still.

When Ed Sheeran’s acoustic guitar plays, he withdraws to extend his hand, "Shall we dance?"

Golden circles adore his eyes. “Yes.” People dance with their friends all the time.

A wave of shivers spreads from around my waist where his arms guide me. “You look so wonderful in your dress,” he sings into my neck. “I love your hair like that.”

We are surrounded by all these lights and people who talk too much (about slow dance to teens who ignore them and then regret it because; two, no, three steps on his leather shoes later, he pulls away in a twirl, and changes into falsetto.)

“Should this be the last thing I see, I want you to know it's enough for me.” He hangs off the lyrics as if his confession. “Cause all that you are is all that I’ll ever need.”

Forehead on mine, hands intertwined he looks at me from under his brows. “I'm so in love.”

Dimples charm his shy smile before he hides in my strands. His smell of mint and green apple—the Versace perfume l told mom he wouldn't wear—as I trace a lock.

Right foot first, not more than a step back. The chorus passes without another dirt patch on his leather.

“You look so beautiful in this light. Your silhouette over me.” His breath tickles my neck where the high-low dress ends. He's never sounded this breathy, like he needs to let me in on a secret.

“Just say the word and I will disappear into the wilderness.” But secrets need solace. So I hinge our ring fingers on my search for a hideaway.

Roses and tulips look smaller with the lanterns on, garden bigger without the folding chairs. “I'm so in love,” I sing.

He fills his lungs and crosses his arms on my back through the kiss, mine on his neck. We can't be close enough in a second, third, fourth. Hearts pup faster at how his exhale hits my philtrum, chemise feels under his jacket.

Fuck it. Let's get our hearts broken.

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chubbyreaderchan · 4 years ago

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Not Like Them | Sokka x Firenation!Reader

(Y/n) hated the fire nation. Hate their ideas. Hated how they treated everyone like dirt if they weren’t firenation. She hated that they forced her father to fight. It was horrible. That’s why she ran away. She would never go back. Not unless something changed. That’s why she made friends in high places and snuck into Ba Sing Se. Of course she was at the bottom but it was better to be at the bottom and in peace than at the top and stomping on everyone.

She liked it here, even if no one knew of the war. She also knew she wasn’t going to stay here. She couldn’t. It was wrong to hide here while they needed help out there but she was also terrified that they wouldn’t allow her to fight because she was born fire nation and was also a firebender.

(Y/n) was now in a small market looking at some melons. She thumped one and lifted it trying to decide if it was worth her small wage she earned at the flower shop a few streets over. The woman looked at her with a sour face. “Buy or move on!” She snatched the melon from the girl. “Hey, you don’t have to be so rude about it.” A young man’s voice spoke from beside her.

“Yeah, I’m not going to buy a random melon willy nilly!” She huffed and turned. “I’ll just buy mangos.” “Same here.” the boy in blue said following the girl in neutral colors. “That was stupid... I’m Sokka.” He said looking at her as she selected her fruits. “I’m (Y/n)” She didn’t have to make up a name since it wasn’t like she was famous... like a certain prince she had seen but hadn’t said anything of. She was hoping he may be on her same page.

“I like that name... (Y/n)...” He had a light blush on his cheeks as he flirted with her. She was probably one of the cutest girls he’s ever seen. In her mind he was also super cute.

“Are you busy later?” She asked cocking her head to the side a little bit. “I don’t have much but maybe... we can do an activity?”

Sokka looked up at her in surprise. She was a little awkward like him. “Oh... Yeah... like... maybe go for a walk... at sundown.” He said with a smile. “We can meet here.”

Later that night she was the first to arrived. The area was empty stalls closed and there was a slight chill. She shivered slightly and looked around. It was silent so she lightly firebend to gather some warmth to her. Just a small flame nothing hugely notable.

“You’re a firebender!” Sokka’s voice came and caused her to stop the bending, looking at him shock. “Sokka... wait... please don’t tell...” She begged looking desperate. His eye softened when he noticed. “Explain.” He said quickly.

“I hate the firenation. I don’t believe in what they do. It’s wrong... I left... I...”

Sokka walked forward carefully. He wasn’t sure if he could trust her yet but something in him just knew. Instinct. He hoped his instincts were correct. “Then you should come home with me.... My friend can tell when people are lying.” Sokka explained, he reached up gripping her hand in his. She felt her cheeks burn and his own had a light pink tinge as he walked them back to the nicer area of Ba Sing Se. He lead them to a small house, a young water tribe girl sat up quickly.

“How did you-” She began until she saw (Y/n).

“She’s a firebender....” Sokka spoke softly.

“What!” She sat up quickly getting ready to fight until she noticed Sokka’s fingers laced into her’s. No fire was coming from anywhere. “So why are you holding her hand?”

Sokka pulled away and blushed. “I’m just here to ask Toph to see if she is lying about something..”

“I am a firebender... I just... I’m not apart of the firenation. I don’t want to be associated with them...” (Y/n) said looking at the girl. “I’m (Y/n)..” She kept her hands at her side not wanting to show any sign of threat.

That’s when a short blind girl walked in from a room to the side. “She’s a firebender?” She must’ve heard everything. “She’s not lying about anything...” Toph nodded.

“I’m not even a very good one because I’d cry every time my teacher wanted me to hit another with any flames... and when I watched my father help destroy a small earth village.” She froze when the door opened to a small kid with an arrow on his head. Her eyes widened. “You’re?!”

“Oh... huh?” He looked down but then surprised. “Who are you?”

She sighed and repeated her name, her story. It was the same and Toph spoke. “She’s not lying.”

“Maybe you could teach me firebending!” Aang as she knew him now said with a much happier expression.

She looked at him surprised. “I don’t know... Maybe basics but I am no where near as skilled as some... Maybe my dad but he’s still very into the fire nation...” She was now sitting sipping tea with the group. A loud clang of a clock was heard.

“I should go home...” She noticed the time. “I have an early shift at the flower shop. Sorry.”

Katara and Sokka gave each other a look. A look between siblings. Sokka glanced at (Y/n).

“Let me walk you home...” He got up with her leading her out.

“Listen... (Y/n)... I’m sorry but...”

“I know I get it. You can’t trust me....” She sighed. “So there won’t be another date...”

Sokka looked at her in shock. “No... I’m sorry our date was terrible. I... was thinking we could grab lunch after you got off work... My treat for kind of being a jerk...” She looked at him in surprise. “Okay! I get off at noon.” He smiled at her brightly. Without thinking he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips.

He pulled away but she didn’t want it to stop so she pulled him close and pressed her lips hard against his. He deepened the kiss enjoying it greatly. They didn’t stop until she pulled away.

“Good night, Sokka... We’ll try again tomorrow, okay?”

He nodded blushing still, waving dreamily as she went into her house. Behind the door she was dancing in excitement, while Sokka practically skipped back home.

#sokka x reader #sokka x firebender!reader #atla reader insert #Avatar The Last Airbender #romance

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msf-diamond-dog · 4 years ago

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I SAID ANSWER ALL THE MF QUESTIONS BEECH DONT MAKE ME COME OVER THERE

Okie dokii

1. What’s one animal you wish you could have as a pet but can’t?

jellyfish

2. Favorite thing to wear to sleep?

Usually just shorts and a tshirt

3. What song really gets you going?

Right now, Lights Out by 3Teeth

4. Where do you usually eat your meals?

In my bedroom

5. Favorite meal: breakfast, lunch, or dinner?

I dont eat breakfast or lunch so

6. Most embarrassing habit?

Bein an asshole

7. Chocolate or fruity candy?

Fruity

8. Soft or hard tacos?

Depends on the taco, man.

9. Worst way to break up a fight?

/ryan stiles voice/ you guys wanna stop a fight

10. Best thing to say in an elevator of strangers?

I aint talk to people

11. What color/design are your bedsheets?

Just gray flannel

12. Any hidden talents?

I aint even got any obvious ones,

13. Favorite thing to drink out of (mug, glass, etc.)?

I love a good pint glass.

14. Socks or bare feet around the house?

Barefeet

15. Favorite board game?

Candyland bitches

16. Do you sleep with the fan on or off?

Always on

17. Heat on or keep it cold with lots of layers?

Cold with lots of layers.

18. Do you sing in the shower?

Always

19. Favorite song to belt out at the top of your lungs when you’re alone?

Grave by Hellyeah

20. Last thing you cried about?

Anxiety attack a couple weeks ago

21. At what age did you first have alcohol?

21, didnt have any before then

22. Relationship status?

Single but into someone

23. What’s the most amount of money you’ve spent on a single item of clothing?

I dont spend a ton on clothes but I think I payed like 60 dollars for a band shirt once

24. What do you typically wear to formal events?

Nicer clothes than usual?

25. Favorite memory?

Just bein a chill happy kid honestly,

26. Gum or breath mints?

Gum

27. Favorite shoes?

Mah boots.

28. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

This whole how I look situation.

29. What is the natural state of your hair?

I gots a shaved head

30. Have you ever had braces?

No, wish I did though, I hate my smile

31. Most dangerous thing you’ve ever done?

Overdose.

32. Most embarrassing thing your parents have caught you doing?

I dont know really. I think I embarrass my parents more than the other way around

33. Last time you had an orgasm?

A couple nights ago

34. Celebrity crush(es)?

Legit dont have any. I have no connection with any of them so

35. Windows or Mac?

Windows

36. How old were you when you learned to ride a bike?

Uhhh 7. Our neighbor taught me.

37. Makeup or natural?

Both. Both is good.

38. What color do you wear the most?

Black!

39. Favorite season?

Winter all the way

40. Umbrella or rain coat?

I live in the desert and it hasnt rained in like 6 months so neither. Whenever it rains I just stand outside.

41. Have you ever fallen out of a tree?

Prolly happened as a kid but I dont remember. We had a tree we all used to love climbing at the house I was a youngin at.

42. First car you ever owned?

Same car I have now, my 91 Nissian Pickup.

43. What time do you usually go to bed?

Anywhere from 12 to 2 am.

44. Are you a competitive person?

Not really no.

45. Least favorite color?

Yellow

46. First pet you’ve ever owned?

A fishy

47. Sweet or salty?

Why not both

48. Favorite pasta dish?

Anything with basil and olive oil 👌

49. Favorite kind of chips?

Nitro Takis are the shit

50. Talk about something you’re passionate about.

Music. Nuff said.

51. What are some of your hobbies?

Music, video games, gunpla, legos, anything that kinda creative really

52. Caffeine? If so, what kind?

Monsters

53. Favorite kind of pizza?

Extra pepperoni with anchovies 👌

54. Fast food or sit-down restaurant?

Fast food. I dont like eating around people

55. Lots of acquaintances or a handful of close friends?

Close friends.

56. Something that ruins your appetite?

Being in a bad mood

57. Favorite labels about you?

58. Are you a religious person?

Not anymore. I grew up that way but organized religion always pisses me off. Im much more spiritual

59. Night out with a bunch of friends in public or night in with one friend having deep conversations?

One friend

60. What size shoe do you wear?

11 1/2

61. Favorite thing about yourself?

The fact most people cant read my sarcasm

62. Have you ever told someone you loved them first?

I dont think anyone has ever told me first

63. Have you ever had sex on the first date?

Kinda sorta?

64. Heroes or villains?

Maximals all the way.

65. Favorite fruit?

Prolly mangos or strawberries

66. Least favorite fruit?

Unripe melon.

67. Favorite vegetable?

Potates

68. Least favorite vegetable?

I like all the ones ive had Im not picky but the lowest prolly be carrots?

69. How many plates can you eat at a buffet?

Usually 2 or 3

70. Favorite dessert?

Whiskey

71. Do you play any sports?

No, never been my thing

72. Age you learned how to swim?

7 or 8 I think.

73. Tell a funny story.

My boss keep salt lamps in every room of his house "just in case" of rfid waves (???) but refuses to wear a mask when he goes out cause "theres no proof it does anything".

74. What’s one interesting thing about your culture?

How much closer the brown side of my family is compared to the white side

75. What’s one annoying thing about your culture?

All the gossip, man.

76. What job would you be terrible at?

Math teacher.

77. Would you rather watch a TV show or a movie?

TV shows

78. What’s your favorite compliment to give?

Anything that makes someones day a little better!

79. What’s your favorite compliment to receive?

I do not like receiving compliments i always feel awkward

80. Has your opinion changed on something recently?

Not that I can think of off the top of my head

81. Do you always order the same thing at a restaurant or order something different each time?

Usually the same thing

82. What’s something you’ve always wanted to try but haven’t yet?

drug

83. If you could learn to do anything right now, what would it be?

Record

84. Favorite physical feature about yourself?

85. Least favorite physical feature about yourself?

The whole the things

86. What’s one amazing thing you did that nobody was around to see?

Survived 👈👈😎

87. If you could change your height, would you?

Maybe, I feel pretty short

88. What’s something you would rate 10/10?

Holding hands

89. Heels or flats?

Why not platform boots

90. What’s something you wish you had more knowledge about?

Music

91. Would you want to be famous?

92. What’s something you would get arrested for?

Prolly trespassing

93. What’s your spirit animal?

Water bears 🤔

94. What’s the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to you?

Won tickets and got to meet Jonathan Davis so that was pretty cool

95. Are you the type to have an organized mess, or no mess at all?

Organized mess

96. Do you tend to make decisions based on the past, present, or future?

All of the above if able

97. Are you a planner or a more spontaneous person?

Planner

98. Thoughts on the oxford comma?

Important

99. What do you hope never changes?

How close the sun is to the earth

100. How would you celebrate your 100th birthday?

I aint ever wanna be that old.

Thank you Audi!!

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food-advisor · 4 years ago

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As an experienced stress Baker, I have never Felt much less Like Making Bread

In case you’re a millennial living through the coronavirus outbreak, possibilities are you’ve thought about making bread sooner or later inside the beyond few weeks.

And, as someone who loves to bake and were given into sourdough just a few months before it has become the pandemic carb of choice, you’d think I’d be overjoyed that my newfound hobby is now Cool. However no, I’m sorry to mention I'm just in no mood for this doughy bullshit right now.

I’ve been a strain baker for the reason that university, whilst I used to be first brought to the term with the aid of a roommate who baked the ugliest and maximum delicious chocolate chip cookies I’ve ever had. (She plated them too early so they all cooled into one gooey, chocolatey mountain. It became great.) starting with cupcakes—recall whilst cupcakes had been “in”?—I quickly learned that baking becomes a green manner to distract myself from the anxieties of the day, earn an experience of achievement, and emerge as with a delicious deal with all in one hobby.

Now not best changed into baking a manner for me to de-pressure, but it also has become a larger part of my identification and a brand new manner for me to connect to my buddies. I was a person who knew all of their favorite flavor mixtures and taken them cupcakes on their birthdays. I performed around with melting and, sure, tempering chocolate to make cookie decorations. I discovered that homemade pie crust, surprisingly, came quite effortlessly to me. On a college price range and without an electric mixer, I whipped cream by way of hand more than once.

After sampling a few friends’ homes made bread 12 months or so in the past, I found out that I used to be geared up to venture out of the world of candies. However, sourdough, as many human beings are now locating, is difficult—and rewarding—in an entirely exclusive manner. First off, it requires the use of a starter, that's a little microenvironment made from flour and water that permits yeast and micro organism to flourish. The aggregate of organisms is what helps the bread upward thrust and offers it that conventional tangy flavor. There's no shame in the use of some of a chum’s starter or asking a bakery for a chunk of theirs to get yours going, however, I determined to make my own. I wager I wanted a touch extra ownership of it? Truly, I suppose I wanted to be able to mention I did all of it myself.

Getting the starter going within the relax of an NYC October took a complete month of my life, but now my starter is a hearty little gal I’ve named Abigail. I’ve already given bits of Abigail out to a few other folks who are now baking delicious loaves (I assume; I can simplest enjoy them through Instagram now). My first loaves were now not quite, however they rose and that changed into thrilling enough. My next ones were consistently excellent and seem to get a little tangier with every try.

Did you know that freshly baked bread crackles while you take it out of the oven? I’m not positive why. I assume it has to do with the crust and matters expanding inside it. But whatever the purpose, it’s the maximum gratifying sound within the global after what is generally at the least a 24-hour sourdough-advent system. I might make myself wait for just long enough for the loaf to chill so that I should reduce into the middle of it, eager to get a have a look at the pattern of bubbles internal, after which show it off to my (now successfully long-distance) boyfriend within the other room earlier than we ate dinner together. I even talked to my therapist frequently approximately my sourdough adventures and as soon as showed him an image of a loaf I used to be mainly pleased with.

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All of this is to mention that pre-pandemic Sarah becomes living for sourdough and the long, sluggish demanding situations it delivered. The integration, resting, proofing, and baking processes are a touch distinctive for every loaf, and I thrived on the affected person experimentation, hassle-solving, and tinkering that sourdough calls for. My loaves have been by no means ideal and probably by no means maybe, however they had been usually delicious and worth the attempt. It was a reliable, meditative weekend task that took my thoughts off my Sunday (and, let’s be sincere, Saturday). Plus, baking bread introduced me to an adorable, specific community on Instagram—inclusive of a new live performance friend.

Considering all this, you’d suppose the #pandemicbread motion might have spoken without delay, particularly, loudly to me of everybody. However, the fact is that I haven’t baked bread of any type in weeks, and Abigail is sitting idly in my refrigerator. I want to bake—of course, I need to bake—but it simply isn’t occurring. The pressure I’m dealing with now could be special, manifestly, and it’s all-ingesting. This is not me being frightened about a final examination or a task at work—that is me looking for a way to cope, by some means, with the principles of our lives abruptly converting and the worry of humans I understand being hospitalized or demise. Sourdough simply can’t compete with the existential dread of residing via an actual, for-real pandemic.

But there are also the superficial blocks: whilst all I've is time, I'm able to stand the idea of spending a complete day making bread simplest for it to be not as proper as I want it to be. And the Instagrams, pricey God, the Instagrams! I will assist but compare my loaves to different humans’s—a few who simply began baking. The competition, completely fueled by me and my very own lame insecurities is simply inescapable.

What have I baked? I made some half of-hearted biscuits, sure. I made a few matzahs for Passover, which turned into, well, matzah. But I subsequently had to admit to myself that what I used to be virtually craving wasn’t a ~home made artisan sourdough boule~ but rather brownies. Greater fudge-y. From a box. Particularly, the ones my mom used to make. I’ve made and devoured complete bins thus far.

Sourdough and pressure baking may additionally have started as an unbiased, self-directed interest, however, I comprehend now how an awful lot I’ve come to depend upon it as a way to undoubtedly and authentically hook up with different humans. It’s so tacky I will barely carry myself to kind it, but it’s real: Baking for your self isn't half of as fun or enjoyable as baking with and for different humans. I love that stress baking offers me time to awareness some creative strength at something apart from work, however, I also love seeing the way my bakes in shape into different human beings’ lives because they invent area for me there too.

As first-rate as it becomes to spend all day baking bread, it turned into even nicer to peer the pleasure on my buddies’ faces once I introduced over a freshly baked loaf to go together with the excellent cheeses and wines they’d picked out for an evening of gossip, or to get a text from my boyfriend to mention that he was taking part in a slice of my bread along with his soup for lunch at work. Without the opportunity of these interactions, making bread doesn’t deliver me that experience of feat I crave. It simply jogs my memory of ways lonely and hopeless this moment sincerely feels.

If getting to know to make bread is a quarantine pastime that brings you joy, that is superb. Embrace it. Lean into it. Perhaps try making a starter of your very own! However, for now, I’m leaning inside the other path—toward nostalgia, simplicity, and comfort—and sticking with brownies. The fudgier, the better.

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