#work peanut butter fudge

[kristhegooseman]

Extra Work Peanut Butter Fudge A classic, traditional peanut butter fudge has few shortcuts as it's made the old-fashioned way, with plenty of stirring and lots of close watching. Your patience will be rewarded.

[courtneyalamedabooks]

Recipe for Extra Work Peanut Butter Fudge A classic, traditional peanut butter fudge has few shortcuts as it's made the old-fashioned way, with plenty of stirring and lots of close watching. Your patience will be rewarded. 1 cup peanut butter, 1 teaspoon vanilla extract, 1 can evaporated milk, 1 tablespoon butter, cooking spray, 2.5 cups white sugar

[megoons-spoons]

i should not eat ice cream this late at night. i should not eat ice cream this late at night. i should not eat ice cream this late at night. i should not eat ice cream this late at night. i should not eat ice cream this late at night. i should not eat ice cream this late at night. i should not eat ice cream this late at night. i should not eat ice cream this late at night.

[velocesainz]

Hey lovely, F1 idea with either Lando or Charles for you. Them coming home after being away a while and going to the fridge for a snack, only to find things you normally hate in there. Because you’re pregnant but you haven’t told anyone yet 🫠

A/n: Hope you enjoy, I’m sorry if this was a little short for your liking

Cravings

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Summary: Lando doesn’t know you’re pregnant and comes home from f1 to find the most random foods in the fridge. What is his reaction? This is kinda short don’t mind

Warnings: none, super fluffy, very slight angst

Pairing: Lando x pregnant!fem!reader

Y/n pov:

I came home with a bunch of groceries, most of them my pregnancy cravings and started putting the foods away.

Lando doesn’t know that I’m pregnant and I’m kinda scared to tell him. How will he react?

We never had a conversation about having kids before so I don’t even know if he wants kids or not.

Lando should be home in another few days so I better make a plan fast.

I put a hand on my barely visible baby bump. “It’ll all be ok baby, don’t worry”

A few days later:

Lando pov:

Finally I’m home! This season was fun but the break is going to be even better!

I can spend my time with y/n and maybe I can tell her about wanting to have kids

I’m at a decent level in my career and we are old enough to have kids, also I had baby fever from looking at Carlos’s niece and can’t stop imagining how y/n would look pregnant.

She would look really hot.

I came home and dropped my bag on the table walking into the house.

I called out to y/n but didn’t hear a response, she’s probably not home.

I felt really hungry so I opened the fudge but the contents inside really surprised me.

Pickles, peanut butter, cheesecake…

These are all foods that y/n hates with an absolute passion. Why is it in the fridge then? Was somebody over when I wasn’t around?

That can’t be possible! Y/n would tell me if someone came over, plus with how much she works there is no way she would even allow a visitor because she would fear that she wouldn’t be a good host.

Just then I heard the front door open and heard y/ns sweet voice that I’ve been dying to hear for the past 2 weeks. “Lando are you home? I’m back!”

I closed the fridge and ran to hug her tight.

“I missed you so much baby. I’m sorry I couldn’t come to the last few races.” She told me.

“I missed you more than you can imagine love. Also don’t worry about not coming to my races, just knowing you are watching me is enough motivation to do well in my races” I said to her causing her to blush, why is she so goddamn cute?

“I have one question, why are there pickles and cheesecake in the fridge? Me and you both don’t like them” I asked her. Her eyes widened in fear.

“Uh I uh…” she stuttered.

“It’s ok love, you can tell me no matter what it is” I said to try and ease her nerves.

“Ok…but just know that I understand if you want to leave me after what I tell you” she said with her down.

What? Did she cheat on me or something?

“I uhm..I’m pregnant” she said and backed away.

I was going to be a father. WAIT WHAT? IM GOING TO BE A FATHER!!

I immediately hugged her right and I felt a wet patch on my hoodie.

“You’re not mad?” She asked me with her big doe eyes staring straight into mine.

“Of course not love! I’ve always wanted to be a father, I’m sorry if I never told you before” I told her and watched as she breathed a huge sigh of relief and hugged me tighter.

“I’ll make sure that this baby has the best and most safe love with my favourite lady in the world” I said as we hugged each other tightly and stayed there for a while.

The next few months are sure going to be eventful.

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Sundae Tropes - Masterlist 🍨

You guys amazed me! Like look at this beautiful masterlist! You guys did that! Thank you for sending in all your delicious requests and making this event such a success.

All the requests were run through a random number generator and will be written in the order below.

I will be tagging the person that requested the sundae on the one-shot when it is posted, unless you have requested it privately, in which case I'll DM you.

Please remember to like and reblog the works being written here. Engagement and interaction is what keeps the writers community going!

Original Sundae Menu

Now onto the lineup:

Cookies And Cream With Sprinkles And Brownie Bits With Kensei And Shuhei = Marriage Pact + Threesome + 69 - posted!

Coffee Waffle Cone #3 With Megumi = Friends To Lovers + “Don’t You Dare Walk Away Right Now!” - posted!

Birthday Cake With Strawberries And Chocolate Chips With Toji = Amnesia/Mistaken Identity + Passionate/Romantic Sex, Emotional Bond + Lotus Position - posted

Peanut Butter With M&Ms And Chocolate-Covered Pretzels With Ichigo = Secret Billionaire+Virginity Loss, Soft Sex, Sweet Talking+Missionary

Coffee With Whipped Cream And Banana With Kenpachi = Friends To Lovers + Creampie/Breeding Kink + Missionary + Doggystyle

Cherry Flavor With Strawberry Toppings And Banana With Suguru Geto = Hometown/Reunion Love + Passionate/Romantic Sex, Emotional Bond + Doggystyle

Cookies & Cream Ice Cream, With Maraschino Cherries And Chocolate-Covered Pretzels Izuru Kira = Marriage Pact + Praise Kink, Lingerie, Blowjob +Missionary

Strawberry With Whipped Cream And Banana With Aizen = Enemies To Lovers+Creampie, Breeding Kink+Doggystyle

Vanilla Whipped Cream And Banana With Kensei = High School Sweethearts +  Creampie, Breeding Kink + Doggystyle

Strawberry With Whipped Cream And Chocolate Covered Pretzels For Aizen = Enemies To Lovers + Creampie, Breeding Kink+ Missionary

Birthday Cake With Strawberries And Chocolate With Gojo = Amnesia/Mistaken Identity + Passionate/Romantic Sex, Emotional Bond + Lotus Position

Vanilla + Strawberries And Chocolate Covered Pretzel With Dear Kento-Kun = High School Sweethearts + Passionate/Romantic Sex, Emotional Bond + Missionary

Can I Get A Mint Chocolate Chip Waffle Cone #5 With Ukitake = Soulmates + "I Trust You With All Of My Heart."

Cherry With M&Ms And Chocolate Chips With Nanami = Return To Hometown/Reunion Love + Virginity Loss, Soft Sex, Sweet Talking + Lotus Position

Butterscotch With M&M's For Kenpachi = Forced Proximity + Virginity Loss, Soft Sex, Sweet Talking

Fudge With Whipped Cream And Caramel With Nanami = Captor/Captive + Creampie, Breeding Kink + Thirst Position

Butter Pecan With Whipped Cream And Nutella! (Gojo + Geto) = Love Triangle + Creampie, Breeding Kink + Butterfly Position

Hurt/Comfort-Themed Cherry Waffle Cone Number Two With Hirako Shinji = Return To Hometown/Reunion Love + “Don’t You Dare Walk Away Right Now!”

Fudge Kitkat Banana Ice Cream With Gin = Captor/Captive + Exhibitionism, Dirty Talk, Hair Pulling + Doggystyle

Peanut Butter Waffle Cone #7 For Kiyotaka Ijicjhi = Secret Billionaire + “Do You Want My Jacket?”

Mint Chocolate Chip With Strawberry And Chocolate Chips With Higuruma = Soul Mates + Passionate/Romantic Sex, Emotional Bond + Lotus Position

Cherry Waffle Cone #12 With Mr. Nanami Kento = Return To Hometown/Reunion Love+“Of Course I Know The Way You Like Your Coffee.”

Peanut Butter With Whipped Cream And Chocolate Covered Pretzels With Nanami = Secret Billionaire + Creampie, Breeding Kink + Missionary

Butter Pecan With Maraschino Cherries And Brownie Bits With Kusakabe And Utahime = Love Triangle + Praise Kink, Lingerie, Blowjob + 69

Strawberry Kitkat With Grimmjow = Enemies To Lovers + Exhibitionism, Dirty Talk, Hair Pulling

Coffee Flavor On Waffle Cone #16 With Higuruma = Friends To Lovers + "I Never Believed In Love At First Sight Before I Met You

Coffee With Crushed Oreos And Gummy Bears With Gojo = Friends To Lovers+Clit Spanking, Nipple Play, Bondage+Facesitting

Cookie Dough + Marshmallows And Reese's Pieces + Kusakabe = Strangers In A Foreign City + Teasing, Edging, Toys + Cowgirl

Rocky Road With Strawberries And Chocolate Covered Pretzels With Toshiro = Teacher/Student + Passionate/Romantic Sex, Emotional Bond + Missionary

Cotton Candy / Whipped Cream / Nutella With A Side Of Nanami = Secret Admirer+Creampie, Breeding Kink+Butterfly Position

Cotton Candy+ Strawberries With Nanami = Secret Admirer+ Passionate/Romantic Sex, Emotional Bond

Mint Chocolate Chip Waffle Cone #5 With Higuruma = Soul Mates + "I Trust You With All Of My Heart."

Rocky Road, M&M's, And Chocolate Chips With Byakuya = Teacher/Student+Virginity Loss, Soft Sex, Sweet Talking+Lotus Position

Chocolate Flavor With Maraschino Cherries With Sum Chocolate Chips On The Side For Higuruma = Boss/Secretary + Praise Kink, Lingerie, Blowjob + Lotus Position

Cookies And Cream With Crushed Oreos And Bananas With Nanami = Marriage Pact + Clit Spanking, Nipple Play, Bondage + Doggystyle

Shuhei Hisagi X Reader Cookies And Cream - Marriage Pact Strawberries - Passionate/Romantic Sex / Emotional Bond  Chocolate-Covered Pretzels - Missionary

Coffee, With Whipped Cream, And Chocolate Covered Pretzels With Gin Ichimaru = Friends To Lovers + Creampie, Breeding Kink + Missionary

Chocolate, Kitkat And Banana With Geto = Boss/Secretary + Exhibitionism, Dirty Talk, Hair Pulling + Doggystyle

Mint Chocolate Chip And M&Ms With Aizen = Soulmates + Virginity Loss, Soft Sex, Sweet Talking

Vanilla With Whipped Cream And Chocolate Covered Pretzels With Nanami Kento = High School Sweethearts + Creampie, Breeding Kink + Missionary

Tagging some friends :)

@seasparrow @pernesophe @sacredwarrior88 @starsinmylatte @itsfairly

@muzansfangs @harlekin6 @mangiswig @beneathstarryskies

@that-goth-bisexual @hunnie-lily, @bleach-your-panties

@bleachbrainrotbro @kr0wu @stygianoir @kenpachisbrat

@lees-chaotic-brain @actuallysaiyan @hellkaiserinphoenix

@whatshernameis @macchiato-dreaming22 @connorsui

@sitarawrites @j-u-u-z-o @jadedjane @stressed-cryptid

@akatsuki031 @kryptoniteforsale @estarlias

@illusionaryennui @vickkysthings @darkstarlight82

@dreaming-about-seireitei @buttercupbitches @the-eternal-sunflower

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[paybackraid]

An Ice Cream and Fudge Kind of Chat

Summary: Jack might be a little confused, but he's got the spirit. In more ways than one. Or, Jack so aggressively supports Danny as a trans boy that he gives him the wrong sex talk. Mentioned grayghost

Rating: T

Words: 1994

Trigger warnings: none

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Danny walked into the kitchen to see his dad scooping copious amounts of ice cream into two bowls. A tray of fudge sat between them. Danny knew what was about to happen deep in his bones. His body went stiff and his insides felt cold, even for him.

Uh oh.

“Danny boy!” Jack cheered happily. He tossed the ice cream into the freezer and took a seat in front of one of the bowls. 

“…Awkward father-son chat?” Danny guessed, hoping against hope that wasn’t it.

Jack gave him a warm smile, softer. “Awkward father-son chat. Come sit.” He patted the empty chair beside him.

“…Do I have to?” Danny asked.

Jack didn’t verbally answer, merely patted the seat again. Danny got the picture.

With a heavy, nervous sigh, Danny moved forward. He adjusted his binder carefully, since it was pinching his underarm. He needed a new one, a bigger one. He’d grown. That comfortable, Danny dropped into the empty chair and picked up a piece of fudge. Peanut butter bacon. Delicious.

“So… what’s going on…?” Danny asked. Half of him hoped that Jack had forgotten all about Phantom and was about to confront him about it. That father-son chat—not the first one they’d had and obviously not the last—had gone almost remarkably well. It had ended with his dad scooping him in his arms and squeezing him so tight he thought he was going to break every rib. Danny had come out as half-dead and Phantom late last year, and it had gone so well that Danny was basically ready to do it again.  Better that than… whatever Jack had put together.

What else was left? The gay talk had come first, until Danny realized that it wasn’t the liking of the same gender that had been the problem rather than not being that gender, actually. Mom and Dad had handled both of them so well, even when Danny switched it up not three months later. There had been no you’re faking it, no you need to stop changing things on us. They’d taken each in stride. Next had come the bi talk when Danny realized that yes, boys were hot too, thank you. Dad had organized the next one, when he thought Danny had a girlfriend. When Danny almost did. Two years later and he finally had that girlfriend. And Valerie was a fucking treat. Finally came the whole half-ghost, being-Phantom awkward chat that had come up last year. That had gone well, obviously. Since Danny was still (half)alive, free, and very well.

If all those awkward father-son chats had been had, what was left? 

“It sounds like things are getting serious with you and Valerie,” Jack started, voice still warm. “I hope you’re not secretly spending the night at her house when you say you’re at Sam’s or Tucker’s.”

He had. Exactly once. To be fair, they had a project to work on, and there was a ghost fight and he’d come back so tired afterward. There’d been some kissing, some snuggling, but Danny had retreated to the couch like a right gentleman when the time came.

…Oh, wait.

Oh, no.

Danny was sure he wasn’t prepared for this sort of awkward father-son chat.

“I want you to know,” Jack continued. “Your mom and I really like this Valerie. She keeps you in line. Both of you.” Jack winked.

Danny winced. That was one way to put it. Him being a ghost and his girlfriend being a ghost hunter certainly did put a level of keep-in-line-liness into their relationship from both ends.

“And I’m glad you’ve gotten so comfortable with her, and with both of your halves. I’d be happy to see her over here more often. She’s someone I can blather on about ghosts to!”

He had. So many times. Valerie took it in stride. She really was an incredible girl.

“Okay…” Danny urged, face flushing red. He hoped Jack got to the point so this chat could be over. 

“Eat your ice cream before it melts,” Jack encouraged. He took a bite of his own and then snatched a piece of fudge. “All that being said, I expect responsibility from you.”

“Responsibility?” Danny didn’t think there were many kids his age more responsible than him, actually! Danny fought ghosts daily! He’d had the weight of the world on his shoulders since fourteen. He didn’t think there were many more responsibilities to have!

“Now,” Jack continued. “You are nearly an adult, and your mom and I can’t monitor you all the time. That wouldn’t be fair to you or to us. I would rather that you got up to the more adult things under our roof, where we know you’re safe and can help you handle whatever repercussions arise. So.” Jack reached for the seat beside him and grabbed two things. A banana and a… a… 

A condom?

Danny’s blush left completely. He was so pale his face felt like everice, staring at the horrible combination of items right there in front of him, grim horror and amusement dancing across his face hand in hand. Granted, his dad didn’t know that Valerie wasn’t a trans girl or otherwise, but… 

“I understand they’re teaching this in schools now,” Jack said, setting the banana between them, “and that’s great, but I want to know that you know how to use this anyway. If the two of you start having…” Jack practically gulped aloud, his face coloring, “if you start having sex, I expect you to use condoms every time, and I expect the two of you to have a conversation before and after. Fenton men are gentlemen.”

Danny smiled blearily. His dad was so fucking goofy, and maybe that was something Danny loved about him. “We drink respect women juice every day,” Danny agreed with a nod. It was an old joke, but a good one.

“What?”

He laughed. “Nevermind.”

“Right,” Jack said, plowing forward. “So show me you know how to use this.”

“Dad, me and Val really won’t need to use th—“

“Enough of your teenage invincibility,” Jack said. “You don’t know what could happen. Show me you know how to use this.”

Danny’s face went back to red, but he was struggling to hide his smile. It was embarrassing for sure, but if Danny understood exactly what was going on, it was nice. 

Knowing he wouldn’t get out of this, and kind of really loving his dad in the moment, Danny reached over and opened the condom. He rolled it over the banana like they’d shown in health class then set it over by Jack to inspect. Jack approved but asked suspiciously if they’d already started; Danny seemed pretty smiley for something like this.

Danny flat out denied it. There’d been some… under the clothes stuff, but nothing like that. 

“Good, that’s good,” Jack said, leaning back. His ice cream was mostly gone, but he was starting to stack fudge in his bowl. “But Danny, even condoms only work ninety-nine percent of the time. So when you do start having sex, you need to be prepared for… possibilities.”

“Dad, I really don’t think the possibilities you’re thinking of—“

“Danny,” Jack interrupted. “I expect responsibility from you. That doesn’t mean that Mom and I won’t help you out, of course not. But if you get that girl pregnant, you will be sticking around for it, whatever Valerie decides to do with it.”

And there it was. Pregnant.

Danny was not physically capable of getting anyone pregnant. He didn’t have the equipment, and he wasn’t sure that was a surgery he’d ever want to have, anyway. Dad knew that. Jack had taken Danny to pick up his first pads and tampons—they’d gotten so many sizes, it had not been handled as gracefully as Mom had handled Jazz’s. Hell, Jack had sat with Danny at the doctor’s office when they’d said words like puberty blockers and hormone replacement and address mental health first. Was Jack being goofy? He couldn’t entirely tell. Jack seemed far too serious to be playing some weird long con of a prank. It was too serious a topic for Jack to do that for, he hoped. 

“Danny-boy,” Jack said firmly, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Do you understand me? You will support that girl if and until she aborts it, but if she decides to keep it, I expect you to be a present father, too. Am I clear? No skipping town because of it. Mom and I will help you.”

Jack was serious.

He was so, so serious, and Danny realized that he really, really, really loved his dad. 

Danny might try to get the real sex talk out of his mom, later on. The one he needed with his body. But he could sit here and be embarrassed while his dad plainly and actively forgot that Danny used to be his daughter, so long ago. 

“Yeah, Dad,” Danny said with a laugh and a smile. “I hear you. If something somehow happens, then I’ll be responsible with it. You can count on me.”

Jack’s smile was warm again, and so, so proud. Danny’s heart felt light in his ribcage, like it might turn intangible and phase right out of him. “I know that, Danny-boy. We can always count on you.”

The rest of the chat was, if a little awkward yet, smooth. Jack forgot three more times that Danny didn’t have the same stuff to do much with the talk, but Danny was kind of okay with it. By the time Jack seemed satisfied with the conversation, Danny’s grin split his face right down the middle even if he was red as a tomato. 

“And if you’ve got anything else you want-or-need to know about, you come right to your old man,” Jack was saying while Danny cleared their dishes from the table. “I’d rather you safe and embarrassed than sorry down the road.”

Another smile that Danny buried in his shoulder. “Yeah, okay,” he said, turning back to his dad. Jack was standing and stretching his back, muttering something about sitting for too long. “I will.”

“Good,” Jack huffed. He reached out and ruffled Danny’s hair. “See that you do. Got any questions for me right away?”

“No!” As much as Danny loved his dad—and he did, so much—there was only so much embarrassment he could handle before he had to close that particular spigot. “Thanks for the talk though, Dad. Thanks for caring.” Caring in more ways than one. Caring about Danny’s identity so much that he forced out of his brain any impression of Danny not being the man he was. 

“Of course, Danny-boy,” Jack chirped. “I love you.”

“Yeah,” Danny agreed. He approached his dad and put his arms around his neck, squeezing him as tight as Jack would—and did. Although he was careful to avoid that poor, abused banana. “Yeah, I really, really love you, too.”

Jack released him after a moment and ruffled his hair again. With a farewell, Jack headed down the stairs to the basement—probably to tell Maddie just how well that talk had gone. Hopefully Maddie would correct him and fix his mistake later, but wouldn’t be upset. 

Danny decided to do the same, although upstairs to his sister and then to his room. Jazz laughed goodnaturedly and gave him a hug, but luckily didn’t make any promises about giving him the sex talk he was supposed to have. Danny flopped back onto his bed and quickly called up a conference call with Sam and Tucker, excitedly telling them about the horrible, wonderful conversation he’d just had. 

Valerie would come later, he thought. Probably after he’d had the talk with his mother. So Valerie wouldn’t have any thoughts that couldn’t go anywhere yet. She would find it funny, probably—she was as supportive as his family and friends—but he didn’t want to disappoint her. Not about that, anyway.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

no wipw tomorrow

sorry guys. i never even started on last week's (because Rascal's favorite spot to nap was right behind my desk chair and I simply couldn't make him move from his spot) and I just don't care about anything right now

thank you to everyone who's sent me love and asks and messages. you guys truly are the greatest friends i've ever had. i promise i'll answer as soon as i can.

(rambling diaerie entry below. you have been warned)

lately i have been using 4tw to document Rascal things. memories of him that i love, things i will miss about him, the final days where i was watching over him 24/7. i have a log of times i helped him up. this document is over 3000 words right now. i have too many precious precious memories and my memory is not very good (as you all know) so i am terrified i will forget things about him. i can't let that happen. so yeah.

jess and i watched dead boy detectives this weekend for a distraction. it was a very good show. i get the hype now. wish it hadn't been cancelled. uh...

oh. jess and me made Rascal peanut butter fudge on Friday evening. he was... he was very tired but he still raised his head up to smell for it. and then bit me gently when i gave it to him.

i took a video of him licking peanut butter off the spatula. and i also took a video of him drinking his water because he always drank water so gently. he licked so gently. but he would bite so hard sometimes. in a partially blind grumpy old man way. :')

i wish he was here to bite my fingers again. TwT i wish i had a video of him walking in the kitchen. his claws tapping on the linoleum is music i haven't heard in over a week and that i will never hear again.

on Sunday morning Jess and i were talking about the things we'd miss and i mentioned how he hadn't "talked" in a long time. and then a little later, he did a loud deep AWOOOO that our parents heard from the other end of the house. it was so beautiful. :(

i tried to make salt dough paw prints yesterday before we left. but he was really not in the mood to be bothered (which i understand completely but i had to try i needed to have this little thing from him) and they didn't turn out great. i dreamt last night i broke one and it devastated me.

uhhh god this got long. i'm not doing the super greatest or anything but i'm trying to be okay. to all my friends who were worried, i ate yesterday. for the first time in six years i carried only one plate to my room. i cried.

i didn't cry when i ate this afternoon but it was a near thing. i kept almost tearing off a piece of my roll to give Rascal (he loved bread so much. bread and sweets were his favorites) but then i'd remember.

anyway. just an update for you all. sorry for skipping wipw but an anon gave me permission and i appreciated it a lot thank you anon (i am being completely serious). if i attempted to work on anything i'm sure they would all turn out super angsty and i don't want to fuck up our current storylines. i'm not sure when i will start wipw again to be honest.

my ocd made me do it to keep Rascal safe (most of my ocd related Things were to keep Rascal safe) and now they're... well not moot but sort of. it's kind of fucking me up to think that no matter how Good i was, it didn't matter. he's still dead. like it's shaken my world view? which is so stupid but hey i can't afford therapy so... y'all have to listen to this insanity. actually you don't i will slap a read more at the top to spare you. just had to get some feelings out and i am not quite ready to talk one on one.

but i love you. i love you all so so much. please god kiss your dog for me. if you don't have a dog, kiss your cat. and if you don't have a cat give your turtle, rat, rabbit, spider, lizard, bird, etc a smooch instead.

okay i'll shut up now. thank you for reading

<3 aerie

[a-court-of-lust-and-stardust]

Love on Ice Chapter 7: The Bakery

Thank y’all for all the support on this fic ❤️ Please check out my masterlist for prior chapters and artwork!

39 Days before Competition

“Now, I’m no expert, but do skating practices typically end with almost fucking your partner on the ice?” 

The plate of raspberry tarts almost slipped out of Elain’s grasp. She recovered, thankfully, placing them inside the display case before shooting Nuala an incredulous look. “What?” 

From the other side of the bakery, Cerridwen chuckled softly, shaking her head at her twin sister’s antics as she filled the shelves with fresh bread loaves. 

It’s been two years since Elain set foot in Sweet Sensations Bakery after noticing the Help Wanted sign on the window. It was a bold move on her part. Not only had she been discouraged from working when Mama was alive, every shift deprived Elain of precious ice time she could’ve used to rehearse a routine.

But Mama had passed away and Elain thought she should at least figure out how to support herself in the event she never stood atop the podium, even if Mama would be disappointed in the decision to work at a place she viewed as ‘lesser’. Disheartened to know she was working at all. 

That’s all it was, though. A way to accumulate income. Wake up, clock in, do your job, clock out. It wasn’t much different than skating. She was professional and efficient, keeping the twins at arm’s length. A job she could manage–maybe–but friendships were off the table. No matter how persistent Nuala and Cerridwen were. She’d already declined the invitation to their 30th birthday celebration two times. 

“Well, with the way you just described the last week of practices, color me shocked that none of them ended with your clothes off,” Nuala said, restocking the peanut butter brownies in the display with a shrug. “I haven’t found a kinder way to say it, but you will be a fool if you do not let that man take you to bed and–.” 

Elain gaped, half shocked she didn’t end up giving herself whiplash from the speed she turned her neck. The older twin was the more brazen of the two. Elain still hadn’t got used to it, even living with Nesta all those years. “Nuala!” 

She licked peanut butter from her fingers, poorly suppressing a dimpled grin. 

“He is quite handsome, isn’t he?” Cerridwen muttered to no one in particular. While Nuala was shameless, Cerridwen was more reserved. She mostly spoke only when spoken to. Elain supposed this conversation was the exception. 

“That is…horribly inappropriate,” Elain scolded, emerging from the kitchen with a small fudge cake. And also entirely too close to what would be considered friendship talk. “Us having chemistry is important. It means our performances will be more emotional and believable.” 

It was incredible what they had been able to accomplish in a little more than a week of practices. They were tough and long and she walked away sweating half the time, but she never felt mentally exhausted by the end. She took them seriously, but also allowed herself to giggle at all of Azriel’s terrible jokes and weird dance moves. Sometimes she joined him, and impromptu dance breakouts were slowly becoming a crucial part of their practices. That, and documenting their skating journey with photos and videos in her phone’s camera roll. 

Their chemistry was most impressive and had only grown stronger in a minimal amount of time. She wouldn’t say friendship, not yet, but it was slowly starting to feel that way. Azriel shamelessly shared some of his most embarrassing teenage memories, and Elain offered a few happy ones from her childhood back in the Village. Azriel insisted on spending time together outside of the rink, and she normally shut him down. Her compromise, however, was that they could exchange numbers and message each other throughout the week. He’d taken full advantage of the opportunity, always making sure to send her a message before bed and a kind greeting when she woke up. More than once, she caught herself smiling at her phone. 

Everything was natural. Nothing was forced or fake or awkward. Having him in her life was refreshing. He wasn’t afraid to grip her hips or hold her in his arms or playfully pinch her cheeks. And she wasn’t as hesitant to clutch his shoulders or stroke his face or jokingly bump her hip against his. The past few days were proof enough that their chemistry was alive and burning. And also strictly professional. At least, that's what she was still telling herself. 

“You’re saying if the opportunity presented itself to you, you’d decline?” Nuala scoffed, but it was easily wiped off her face when she noticed how quiet Elain had become. How rosy her cheeks were. How her eyes looked everywhere and nowhere. It clicked. “Oh shoot. You haven’t slept with anyone, have you?” 

Elain rolled her eyes, occupying herself with counting the money in the register. “Would you like to scream that to the entirety of Prythian, while we’re at it?” A long pause, followed by a dispirited sigh. “No, I haven’t. I didn’t exactly have boys lining up to date me, not when Mama scared them away. Not to mention, practice kept me busy. It still does. Sex is the least of my concerns.” But damn, wouldn’t she like to experience it just once. To give herself to someone she trusted. To let someone make her feel good. To make someone else feel good…

“Speaking of sex…” Cerridwen whispered, and not even a second later the bell over the door dinged, signaling the first customer of the day. Elain glanced up from the register, hands gripping the wad of cash. 

“Azriel,” She breathed, kicking Nuala’s ankle when her shoulders shook with laughter. The older twin made herself useful by checking on the batch of blueberry muffins currently in the oven. “Hi.” 

“Hi,” he greeted, flashing her a smile before dipping his head toward Cerridwen. 

“Where are you headed this morning?” Easy and light. Not too eager or curious. 

“A friendly scrimmage game against the Adriata Rays,” he explained, readjusting the backward cap on his head. Waves of black hair curled over his ears and down the back of his neck. 

“Why are you playing a scrimmage in the middle of the playoffs?” Elain snickered, sliding the bills into their allocated slots in the register. 

“You can never play too much hockey,” He cleared his throat, asking, “Ever been to a playoff game before?” She shook her head. “I have not, but–.” 

“If you ask me, I think she’d love to go to one sometime,” Nuala chirped, emerging from the kitchen with warm, toasted muffins. Her brown eyes sparkled wickedly. 

“Well, no one did ask you, Nuala,” Elain huffed, turning her attention back to Azriel. His grin stretched wider, amused by the exchange. “But no, I've never been to one. Skating prevents me from doing anything else.” “Maybe it shouldn't,” Azriel suggested lowly, knuckle rapping against the glass display. “The best seats are right up on the boards, and the energy in the building is unlike anything you’ll experience. You might even get lucky and see Cassian fuck someone up in a fight.”

Elain chuckled, fingers delicately brushing over the keys on the register. “Tempting, although he really can’t afford to lose any more teeth.” 

“Or I could flip you a puck,” Another attempt at convincing. “I’ll even sign it for you,” He winked playfully. 

She rolled her eyes, not fighting against the upward tilt of her mouth. “I will…consider it for the future. I make no promises, though.” 

“Good luck,” Nuala snorted, biting into an extra muffin. “She won’t even attend our birthday celebration at Rita’s.”

Elain huffed. “I will consider attending that, too.” 

The twins’ eyes sparkled in delight. 

Azriel’s efforts had hit a brick wall, it seemed. Another time, he’d try again. “What’s your favorite thing here?” He asked curiously, one arm leaned casually against the display. It took every ounce of willpower for her eyes to remain politely on his face and not track the swirling ink on his arms and neck. 

His neck. 

She blinked, eyes the size of saucers at the discolored bruise. It wasn’t too large, but big enough for her to spot it without really trying. A hickey. There was a damn hickey proudly displayed on his tanned skin. 

Elain’s mind spiraled before she could stop it. Did he have a girlfriend? That would have been imperative to know, lest she be uncomfortable with their proximity on the ice. She didn’t want to appear disrespectful by intimately touching another woman's man. 

Or maybe it was a fling, someone he’d met at a bar and taken home for a drunken fuck.

Elain didn’t know which scenario was worse. 

Or why her teeth ground together.

Or why her skin felt hot. 

Or why she even cared. 

Realizing he was still waiting for an answer, she choked out, “Raspberry tarts for breakfast, oatmeal cookies when I’m upset, and strawberry shortcake for a late night treat.” 

She mentally slapped herself at the unnecessary word vomit. What the fuck, Elain? Luckily, he didn’t appear phased, head dipping toward the treats.

“Then I’ll take a tart. Oh, and two slices of fudge cake for Rhys and Cassian, even though it’s nine in the morning. I don't feel like hearing them run their mouths for not bringing them anything.” With a curt nod, she packaged away a fresh tart and generous pieces of cake, sliding it toward him. Up close, Azriel beamed at the sweets. “These look incredible, Elain.”

“I dabbled in a few recipes when I was young before I really started to take skating seriously,” she shrugged off the compliment, ringing up the order. “Croissants, breads, cakes, you name it. I sometimes made dinner for my family too, though Mama wasn’t thrilled about it. My beef stew was a hit and Nesta always liked when I cooked–.” 

She caught herself, shaking the rest of the thought from her brain. Why in the world would he even care about this stuff? He didn’t need to hear more of her life story. 

Azriel frowned, urging her to continue, but the bakery door had opened five more times since his arrival and she couldn’t hold up the new customers. 

“Well, I hope you gentlemen enjoy the treats,” Elain said, handing him his change. Her eyes fell to the chocolate frosting on his finger that had transferred from the cake container. 

“Oops, sorry,” Elain gestured to the frosting. “Before you go, let me grab you a napkin.” 

He didn’t need a napkin–apparently–because his tongue did the job quite well. In one fluid motion, Azriel sucked the chocolate off his finger, holding her gaze as he did so. 

Cerridwen gawked. 

Nuala whistled lowly. 

And with the way his soft, satisfied moan shot straight to her core, Elain knew she was in so much trouble. 

ARTWORK FOR THE CHAPTER BY @chachachai17: Here

DIVIDER BY: @saradika-graphics

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New Fic Recs!

Hi guys! I wanna start posting fics recs every once in a while that are newer- that either were just posted or haven't gotten the love they deserve! I'll do my best to tag the authors if I know them/if they have a tumblr! Here are some for today! (Authors, if you want me to remove you/your work for any reason, please lmk!) NSFW fics below the cut!

Edit: I just focused on completed works here, but I'm more than willing to recommend incomplete works if you guys want!

If You Stayed - Jegulus - rated G - 5k by @t1oui

After leaving his family for good, Regulus Black moves in with James Potter, who agrees to give him a place to stay as long as he looks after James's six-year-old son, Harry. Even though they haven't talked about it, Regulus knows that he'll have to leave when Harry goes back to school, no matter how much he wishes this wasn't the case. Between spending time with Harry and Luna, the weird girl who lives up the street, and the more-than-friendly feelings he's starting to have for James, the summer can only end badly. Right?

Funnel Cakes and Peanut Butter Fudge - Wolfstar ft. Background Jegulus - Rated T - 5.5k by @onehundredflamingos

Sirius grinned at him. “I came for the Rocky road fudge,” he whispered back, and the man gasped in mock offense. “Good thing, because I think I bought the last of the peanut butter fudge.” Sirius let out a startled laugh, amused by the fact that he had suggested something to Sirius only to yank it right back from beneath him. “Oh, I would have been wildly disappointed if you had managed to sway my fudge preferences.” “I would’ve gladly shared, if I had managed to sway you,” he said with a smirk. “Alas, I’ll have to eat it all myself.” “A tragedy, I’m sure,” Sirius replied. The other man shrugged. “Suddenly feels a bit like one.” Or Sirius wins more than he bargains for when he meets Remus at a carnival fundraiser, ft a very much already-in-love Jegulus

So Kiss Me - Jegulus - Rated T - 3.7k by lairyfights

Regulus Black is in love with James Potter and he'd bet his entire inheritance, if he still had one, that James does not feel the same way. It's lucky that his parents suck and the inheritance is no longer something he can gamble

Let Me Put My Lips to Something - Wolfstar - Rated E - 2.3k by si11iestg00se

remus can't help it---the moon makes him possessive. he wants to mark his territory.

here's to my baby - Wolfstar - Rated E - 3.2k by @emlovessid

“It’s our last night at Hogwarts, our last hurrah, you don’t want to spend it down here with our friends?” Remus asks, a hand coming up to toy with Sirius’ hair. Stretching up on his toes, Sirius’ lips brush Remus’ ear as he whispers, “It’s our last night at Hogwarts, and I’d much rather spend it with you fucking me into your mattress.”

All amazing fics! Hope you guys enjoy!

[call-of-daydreams]

✩°𓏲⋆🌿. ⋆⸜ 🍵✮˚˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆

𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓢𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓻𝓪’𝓼 𝓑𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓻𝔂!

How can I take your order? Just pick a dessert, drink and a member of your choosing. Please indicate who you want me to write about or I won’t do your request.

Fandoms: Stray Kids, Ateez, BTS, Enhypen, P1harmony, Seventeen, TXT (I am open to other groups! Just specify thegroup and member you want!!)

I do accept polyamourus relationships (member + reader). Up to 3 or 4 members! It makes it manageable on my end and however, occasionally I do write full group fics.

You can order in the inbox of @milk-tea-sakura I’ll get your order out asap, just check to make sure that I am taking orders before you order. Also let me know if you want it sweet or spicy!

And big thanks to @bunnys-kisses for giving me the inspiration for this. If you want non kpop character I recommend checking them out. And don’t forget to check their order list because we don’t have the same meals.

Order list below the cut!!

❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀

Cheesecake - “Baby, don’t make me spell it out for you… you know I want you.”

Castella cake - “I can give you a list of how you make me feel.”

Swiss rolls - “Oh my, what have I done to deserve such a beautiful smile.”

Apple pie - “I must be in heaven”

Mochi - “If you don't behave I’ll let the boys handle you.”

Dango - “How can you still look so attractive while crying?”

Miso butter cookie - “You’ve never even touched yourself?”

Crepe cookies - “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids?”

Nama Chocolate - “You know, I could get you off right here, right now.”

Purin - "If he fucks with me again, i'm finishing inside of you."

Tiramisu - “I wonder if the boys would also like to see this cunt. Would you let them see it?”

Strawberry shortcake - “Why are you being so gentle with me? I like it when you’re rough.”

Fluffy pancakes - “Your thighs are shaking so much.”

Watermelon Sorbet - “How about you put these lips to work instead of just talking all the time?”

Zebra cake - “You taste like heaven, and I can’t get enough.”

Lemon slice - “Be good for me and I’ll untie you.”

Pull-apart bread - “I know you said no marks… But what if I put them where nobody except for me will see them?”

Ice cream sandwich - “You act all innocent and look so sweet, but I know what a dirty mind you really have.”

Chocolate cake - “We have to be quiet. If you make a sound, I’ll have to stop!”

Souffle - “When I tell you to sit on my face, I want you to sit, is that clear?”

S’mores - “I know baby, I know. I’m right here just breathe.”

Belgian waffles - "I've been waiting for this kiss since the moment I laid eyes on you."

Shortbread cookies - "You kissed me! You kissed me, how's that not a big deal?"

Angel food cake - “You know, I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck.”

Red velvet cake - "Why do we keep pretending we don't want to kiss each other?"

Croissants - "No goodnight kiss for me?"

Crepes - "If you wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask."

French toast - "Just because I'm drunk doesn't mean I don't mean it when I say I want you to kiss me."

Churros - "On a scale of one to ten...how mad would you be if I kissed you right now?"

Eclairs - "I think I deserve a kiss."

Bagel - "You can't just kiss me and expect everything to be okay."

Peanut butter bars - "The only way this is ending is you getting pregnant."

Scones - "You're so much more agreeable when you have something to occupy that mouth of yours."

Fudge - “You know, a hug can be like medicine and make some of the pain go away. Wanna try?”

Chocolate mousse - “Is it okay, if we just lie down and watch a movie? I’m not feeling so good.”

Hot cross buns - “If you want to keep sitting on my lap you have to stop wiggling around like that.”

Brownies - “I see you’ve started without me.”

Cinnamon rolls - “Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it’s working.”

Mango sorbet - “You have my full attention.”

Carrot cake - “C’mere, Sit down, tell me what’s going on.”

Pastry braid - “There’s no one else I’d rather bother for the rest of my life than you.”

Sourdough bread - “I would run out of breathe trying to describe all the reasons why I love you.”

❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀

Misutgaru - Bondage

Banana milk - Cuckolding

Strawberry milk - Food play

Chocolate milk -Gagging

Omija tea - Breeding

Chrusanthemum tea - Public/Semi-public sex

Bacchus - Temperature play

Citron tea - Wax play

Green plum tea - Voyeurism

Barley tea - Cockwarming

Matcha - Doggy style

Genmaicha - Oral sex

Sakura tea - Rough sex

Royal milk tea - Vanilla sex

Melon soda - Jeaoulsy

Yakult - Spanking

Ramune - Orgasm control

Sake - Daddy/Appa kink

Soju - Mommy/Eomma kink

Coffee - Praise kink

Bubble tea - Sub! Reader

Vodka shot - Dom! Reader

Coconut water - Sub! Character

Sparkling water - Dom! Character

Energy drink - Aftercare

Champagne - Pregnancy

Red wine - Size kink

White wine - Strength kink

Espresso shot - Body worship

Lemonade - biting/hickies

Latte - Sugar daddy! Character

Water - Film/recording

Milkshake - Unprotected sex

Chai - Protected sex

Root beer - Degrading kink

Earl grey - Age gap

Americano - Big cock

Light roast coffee - Drunk sex

Medium roast coffee - Accidently launching relationship

Dark roast coffee - Lingerie

Hot chocolate - Cowgirl position

On the house - Author's choice!

[mirdance]

Of Monsters and Fudge

Shadow Monster x OC

Rated: PG or PG-13 (there is a make out scene) extremely brief mention of animal abuse, it's not a focus at all. The story is fairly comedic.

Background: I wrote this draft for my stepmom for Christmas. I had to hold back and not write smut. So there will be smut at some point in a different feature. It's original work, so if you enjoy it, please share. 🙏 If you like monster romances and sarcastic monsters who enjoy pop culture, this is for you!

...

Teri had hoped for a dark and stormy autumn day to avoid going out for the evening. Unfortunately, the sun's rays beamed softly, dancing across the bronze gates that led to one of the many alleyways downtown. The old pizza parlor’s rusty sign thudded against the red brick wall in the gentle breeze. Most downtowns in the Midwest looked similar. Nonetheless, the familiar smell of bread from the bakery, the sound of shoes on cobblestone, the river’s rhythmic waves, and the boring historical signs decorating the old Pentecostal churches made the place feel like home.

She clutched a package of warm fudge. The heat wrapped her fingers like a blanket against the chill autumn wind. Once a year, she could be found making this same trek, holding the same type of peanut butter chocolate fudge from the local bakery. It was probably one of her top ten least favorite times of year, but the town’s fate supposedly depended on that fudge, so she begrudgingly bought it with her meager paycheck every time.

On Halloween, it was said that the spirits of the dead came closer to the waking world to visit their loved ones. People often laid gifts or flowers on memorials to honor their deceased. However, this sacrificial fudge wasn’t meant for any typical spirit. Honestly, she wasn’t sure what that thing was, but it claimed to be an otherworldly beast hellbent on destroying the town. Upon first seeing the shadowy creature, she’d instinctively done the only thing she could: thrown the packet of fudge she was holding at it in self-defense. And that’s how their mortal-immortal friendship began.

That was five years ago. He still didn’t have a name, nor did he desire one, despite her best efforts to convince him. If she had to adopt a local monstrous being, she at least wanted to name it. From their conversations, she’d gleaned that he enjoyed masculine pronouns, so she stopped calling him "it." Alas, she couldn’t uncover any history about him. There weren’t any local legends about this boring town, and he refused to talk about himself. The only things he wanted to discuss were pop culture, YA novels, and fudge. He claimed he could only remain in this area and only materialized once a year.

Teri took a deep breath and turned into one of the many alleyways hugging the dilapidated shops. It was still too early for trick-or-treaters or unruly teens looking for a place to smoke and tell scary stories. Halloween was one of the few days people roamed downtown, so she tried to arrive early in hopes of leaving quickly. That probably wasn’t happening, considering she was the only source of conversation this monster had all year.

She stopped beside an empty dumpster and leaned against the brick wall. Even after her short walk, the sun had begun to glow pink and orange. It never ceased to amaze her how quickly the skies darkened this time of year.

Moments later, the sky grew darker still, and a breeze whipped around her, pulling the hood of her hoodie back. She closed her eyes and waited for him to finish his grand entrance. When the wind died down, she opened her eyes. The skies had cleared, save for the shadowy blob now materializing before her.

He spoke. “Must we always meet beside a dumpster? This is hardly the place for conversation.”

“You say this every year, and every year, we decide this is the best spot. It’s discreet and gives us the most time to talk. I can’t help that the buildings are falling apart more each year.” She had suggested other locations before, but he always declined. On the one occasion they’d gone for a walk, he’d refused to cross downtown’s border. She suspected he couldn’t leave this part of town.

He hummed in agreement. “Indeed, as right as always. Let us cut to the chase, then. Show me the sacrifice.”

She fought the urge to roll her eyes. “Here’s your peanut butter fudge, still fresh.” She held it out, and the shadow quickly snatched it, drawing it into himself. To any onlooker, it would have appeared as though a dark dust cloud was holding a floating package.

The white wrapper unraveled, and a small bite disappeared from the fudge. “Amazing, though it tastes a tad different this year. I wonder if they changed the type of peanut butter?”

“I didn’t think to ask,” she replied honestly.

“No matter—it’s still wonderful as always. What news do you bring me? The pizza parlor shut down, so I can’t even watch my shows through the window anymore.”

She’d mentally made an outline of topics to discuss throughout the year.  When he stated news, he didn’t really mean anything politically charged.  He wanted gossip, popular genres, tropes, and such things she’d expect out of a teenager.  “Well, the Withersons got a divorce.”

“No, they were such a cute couple,” he exclaimed after another bite.  “I frequently saw them walking around, hand in hand.  What changed?”

“I think murdering her cats probably dampened the mood,” she replied.

“No,” he gasped. “And why would he do such a thing? I mean, I’ve murdered quite a lot of people in my time, but never cats!”

“I think it was an accident, he ran over it or something, but when they adopted another kitten, it also died under mysterious circumstances, so she ended up leaving.”

“You don’t have any other details?  What are these mysterious circumstances?”

She shrugged.  “That’s all I was able to gather, sorry.  I figured I would update you since you liked to stalk their dates.”

“What else am I supposed to do out here?  They took my TV.”

“Pretty sure you were stalking them even when you could watch TV.”

 “Well, yes, but what they don’t know won’t hurt them.”

She mentally questioned his status as a scary powerful monster for the umpteenth time.  “On that note, I did bring you a book.  I know you can’t touch it once you go back, but I could stop by once a week to read a chapter aloud if it’s to your tastes.” The words left her mouth reluctantly, but part of her couldn’t help but pity his loneliness.  Especially since they took away his TV.  She held out the book to him. 

The shadows danced as he gently took the book.  “I had never thought of that, that is a brilliant plan.”  The book was turned over and over in the air, the pages seemingly thumbed through by magic.  “Hm, this seems like an older book.  And vampires?  Aren’t vampires out of style right now?”

She couldn’t even be offended; it was a cringy book.  “Yes, this was my favorite book as a teen, but it’s still good.  Vampires are always in.”

“I think you are looking through a lens of nostalgia.  From the conversations I've heard in passing, it seems monsters are in,” he stated with an air of superiority. “Well, monsters other than vampires. Nonetheless, I appreciate the sacrifice of your time. Throughout generations, vampires are always coming and going, so it’s a classic that never gets old. However, I hope you will take my tastes into consideration.”

He was needier than any animal she’d ever owned. What was he going to do when she aged?  God forbid she must live in a nursing home and he not get his fudge or entertainment.  Perhaps at that point, if he destroyed the town, she’d no longer care.  “Of course, I’ll take your tastes into consideration next time.  I didn’t think monsters would be your sort of stitch.  Monster romances are all the rage currently, if you must know.” Wouldn’t it have been courteous not to bring up romance to a being that could only walk around semi-freely once a year?  Oh, well. 

Silence stretched between them. 

“I do enjoy staying current,” he said at last. “It’s what keeps me young. Back in my day, monsters ate people, and what are they doing now? Kissing each other? Weren’t romanticizing vampires enough? Do people have no respect for nature’s powers?”

Great. This was exactly what she wanted to avoid. He could complain all he wanted, but she knew he would love this crap, and she was too mentally exhausted to philosophize generational tastes in the amount of time they had, even if it were an interesting topic. “Perhaps they found reading about eating people boring and wanted to up the stakes a notch, I don’t know. Like you said, tastes are always changing, maybe humans will be eating monsters in fifty years.”

The shadows quivered as laughter boomed in the crisp air.  “I’d like to live to see that.  Tell me more, though. I want to know your favorite monster romance novel.”

“Well, the one you're holding was my favorite growing up.”

He threw it back to her, and she thankfully caught it. “Vampires don’t count,” he scoffed. “I want to know. Do people date mummies? Do they kiss zombies? What sort of monsters are trending?”

She stifled a sigh.  “It’s not my expertise.  I’ll have to do more research.  Was there a particular book you heard about that you’d like me to investigate?”

He hummed in thought. “No, I couldn’t hear them discussing any titles, unfortunately, only something about Mothman.”

She nodded.  “Yes, Mothman is pretty popular in media, though I’m not familiar with any novels featuring him.”

“And people want to kiss him?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you know why?”

“It’s not my thing, but I assume that people are so tired of men that monsters seem appealing.”

He laughed.  “When men go around murdering cats, I could see why monsters are appealing.”

Said the monster who often claimed he had a high murder count and threatened to annihilate the town.  “You aren’t wrong.”

The fudge hadn’t even been eaten halfway.  He was truly taking his sweet time.  She placed the book back in her bag to keep it safe from throwing shadow hands.  The next topic on her agenda was local celebrities, one gal had auditioned for a drama and was cast as the side character.  A pretty big deal for a small town, but before she could gather her words, the shadow cleared his throat.

“We could, you know, try kissing if you wanted,” he declared.  “It would be an honor for a mortal to kiss one as old as I, and you’d get to experience something all of these Mothman fans never could.”

She blanked.  The audacity of this thing.  He wasn’t even Mothman, hell, he didn’t even have a name!  He wasn’t famous at all, and even if he were, how the heck would it be an honor?  “How in the world would we do that?  You don’t even have lips, you’re a shadow.”

“Ye of little imagination.  Live a little, don’t you like to experiment?  Is this why no one has wanted to date you all these years?”

She desperately wanted to throw a rock at his nonexistent face, but after years of having a peaceful coexistence with him, she still felt it best not to piss off a possible Eldrich being.  “And how would you even know?  Maybe I’ve been on a few dates this past year.”

 He snorted.  “Unlikely.  I see you running about after your job and going straight home.”

“I appreciate you keeping tabs on me, truly,” she replied sarcastically. 

“Like I have mentioned before, what else am I supposed to do but wait for you to come back? You humans are the only entertainment I have, and this town isn’t even as bustling as it used to be. Perhaps I should destroy it after all.  I could finally be free to roam about as I please.”

This was useful intel.  Perhaps a curse of some sort forced him to stay in one location.  The tantrum, however annoying, was honestly understandable.  “Though I empathize with how much loneliness can hurt, I don’t think I could ever have the capacity to imagine loneliness for as long as you have.  I’m sorry.” 

He stopped munching on his fudge as the shadows twitched.  “I am not lonely.  That is a human emotion I could never understand.”

“Says the one who wanted to kiss me earlier.”

 “I never stated that I wanted to kiss you, I was simply offering so I could experience what is popular and keep up with the times.”

How romantic.  “If you don’t want to kiss me, then we won’t.  I’m not sure how it would work, anyway.”

 “As I have stated, no imagination in that head of yours.”  He sighed.  “I won’t kiss an unwilling participant.”

She stared at him for a moment then peered over him towards the evening sky.  It was like being in front of a talking storm cloud. What would he do?  Just touch her mouth with a part of his cloud shadows? 

“I’m willing.  Go ahead and try to kiss me.”

“There is no try. I will.” 

The sky darkened as the shadow grew and the air chilled.  Momentarily, she was struck still, frozen as tendrils of shadow reached for her arms.  They slid around her forearms and up to her shoulders.  Her skin almost felt wet, and the back of her neck dropped in temperature. She raised her arms in hesitation, unsure of where to put them. The shadow tendrils were icy as they gently held her, as if she were hugging in a walk-in freezer. 

She couldn’t speak as she opened her mouth.  A cold puff touched her lips, like kissing snow.  She puckered her lips but felt nothing solid, only a misty puff of air that circulated over her mouth.  A few people laughed in the distance; as she squinted, she could hardly see anything, in addition to the romantic cover of the dumpster blocking her view. 

“Do you always keep your eyes open when you kiss,” the shadow mocked.

“No, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to even do at this point, I’m just kissing the air.”

That was apparently the wrong thing to say; the wind carried a howl that made the hair on the back of her neck alert. She could hardly inhale as the wind cut her face, and her mouth was, what she assumed, being kissed again due to the misty air chapping up her lips.  She raised her arms and placed them awkwardly against the shadow as she attempted to reciprocate whatever the hell was going on. 

A few seconds later, the wind died down, and what little sun was left warmed her clammy skin. She took a deep breath to fill her dying lungs. No one spoke for a bit as she caught her breath and wiped her forehead. She had expected her skin to be as misty as it felt, but it was left dry.

“Hm,” the shadow hummed.

“Really,” she asked, aggrieved.  “Is that all you have to say?”

“That was quite embarrassing,” he retorted.  “Your skills need work.”

She was going to murder him.  “You could write a book about exactly the sort of things you should never say to a woman.”

“I heard communication is important in any relationship, so I do my best.”

“I think you need to lay off the pop culture, you are as sarcastic as they come.”

“You will never meet a more sincere being,” he replied. “But perhaps if you bring a more appropriate book next time, we could learn a few tricks.’

Yeah, surely she was going to find ‘How to Make Out with your Local Shadow Monster’ at the library.  “I will do my best.”

“Of course you will, I’m sure you will never have a better experience…wait.” The shadows moved haphazardly, as if looking around.  “My fudge.”

On the ground beneath the shadow lay a halfway eaten package of fudge, face down. 

“Looks like someone got too into kissing me,” she stated, bending down to pick up the dirty fudge.  “Do you still want it?”

“The audacity of this woman,” he mumbled. “Of course I don’t what it. You’ve ruined the sacrifice.”

Shit, shit, shit. Shes till had a book to finish at home. She couldn’t let the town be destroyed just yet.  “The shop closes in…” She checked her phone.  “Ten minutes.  If I hurry, I can pick up something.” 

“No need,” he responded. The package of fudge floated from her hand and landed in the dumpster with a loud bang that made her jump.

 “The kiss sufficed,” he continued.  “I look forward to next year’s sacrifice. Oh, of course, I’ll see you a week from today, same time.  Bring a book that’s actually worth reading.”

With that, the shadows vanished into the sunset, punctuated by the distant screams of trick-or-treaters. She wasn’t really sure if it was his time to leave, but she wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.  As she walked away from their private alley, her ears flushed, and every shadow she came across bored into her, making her question if she’d ever had a moment alone.

[autumngracy]

Simple Additions that Spice Up Recipes: Part 1

Grilled Cheese:

Mayonnaise (almost a given)

Bacon

Onion (powder works fine)

Tomato

Salt & Pepper (you should be adding this as a default tbh)

(Please for the love of god use actual cheese and not Kraft Singles. Please, I am begging you)

Rice Krispy Treats:

Brown sugar & salt

Extra marshmallows and/or chocolate chips added in later so they don't melt

Peanut butter or fudge, folded in

(As an alternative to Rice Krispies, you can make the same recipe with pretty much any cereal, like Fruit loops or Fruity Pebbles)

Brownies:

Pretzels

Carmel

Peanut butter (lots)

Chocolate chips

Salt

Cookie dough batter dollops

Reese's Cups

Ramen:

Basically any protein (chicken, beef, tofu, shrimp, fish, or pork)

Eggs—either hardboiled, softboiled, or poached directly in the cooking ramen. (If you're up for extra work, make some "century eggs" ahead of time for extra flavor!)

Onion or scallions

Curry paste or powder

Bean sprouts, mukimame, mushrooms, or peppers

Shredded cabbage or carrots

[onehundredflamingos]

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Jegulus

Noontime, lakeside, right there in the grass M / 2,125 words

Fake dating Jegulus so Reg can make Barty jealous, or…does he have ulterior motives?

Feeling it even more (because it came from you) E / 4/4 chapters / 17,110 words

Toying with me E / 6,072 words

When James and his friends plan a prank, he doesn’t expect to get pranked back by the two boys he’s had his eye on, nor the very sexual retaliation he would face.

Please, don’t wake me (no, don’t shake me) E / 5,658 words

Regulus offers James birthday sex that he can’t turn down / based on the prompt: stupefy! renervate!

Pancakes for dinner (I wanna get stuck in your head) E / 4,143 words

Regulus pours his heart out to James; inspired by Pancakes for Dinner by Lizzy McAlpine

Be still, be good E / 1,928 words

Interrupting Floo E / 1,550 words

Drarry

Time to indulge E / 10.2k

Yours against mine (until the warmth comes through E / 2/2 chapters / 7,721 words

Work me better, baby E / 2,826 words

The end is renown E / 10/10 / 21,686 words

Wolfstar

Funnel cakes and peanut butter fudge T / 5.6k

Hide and Seek G / 4,736 words

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[seventh-district]

update #2.

they managed to work me in this afternoon and i am pleased to report that while today’s fix was only temporary and i’ve still got more work to be done tomorrow and next month, i am in Less Pain now !!!

screaming shaking crying trembling wailing sobbing throwing up punching the wall in anguish and agony and angst etc etc etc

[tokensofmyconfections]

Hi, my name is Elva and I'm helping my Grandpa run his bakery and sweetshop while my parents work on fixing up the house more.

We are just starting out, so hopefully our shop earns a good reputation for our good food made with the recipes my Grandma gathered in her youth when she went on her Pokémon journey!

Tokens of my Confections menu

Seasonal baked goods 

Herb Loaf

Zucchini Nabab Bread

Orange Blossom Combee Scones

Nomel Streusel Scones

Strawberry Ricotta Muffins

Strawberry Cucumber Bread

Pecha Cobbler Cookies

Mini Chocolate Chip Sandwich Cookies

Nomel Blukberry Whoopie Pies

Nomel Meltaways

S'mookies

Ginger S'mores

Trail Mix Cookie Cups

Rawstberry Ribbons

Sparkle Sweetheart Cookies

Berry-Cream Cookie Snaps

Beach Butter Cookies

Sand Dollar Cookies

Salted Butterscotch & Pecan No-Bakes

Soups (offered during the cold spells during summer)

Mulligatawny Soup

Circhester Hot Pot

Mincemeat

Hairst Bree

Cock-a-Leekie

Wooloo Heid Broth

Drinks

Pecha fizz

Strawberry-ade

Summer Party Punch

Apple Cider (spiced or muled) {apples picked by my grandma with her neighbor’s Appletun, Fritters, help}

Blukberry and Mint Iced Tea

Arnold Palmer Lemonade/Iced Tea

Chai

Apple Cinnamon tea

Herbal tea blend: Summertime Lemonade (lemons and nomel berries as main ingredients)

Herbal tea blend: Floral Sunshine (Lavender, honey, nomel berries, lemons)

Black Cheri Chocolate

Candy

Peanut Butter Fudge Cups

Chocolate Bonbons

Chocolate Fudge

Peppermint Patties

Chocolate-Covered Cheri Berries

Potato Candy (recipe from 1933)

Buckeyes

Chocolate Angel Food Candy

Crispy Peanut Butter Balls

Chocolate Caramels

Swablu Divinity

Angel Food Christmas Candy

Nanab Cream Chocolate Truffles

Pumpkin Fudge

Caramel Truffles

Creamy Caramels

Dark Chocolate Rawstberry Fudge

Orange Gumdrops

Peanut Butter Logs

Lady Fingers

Apple Cider Cookies

Three-Chip Galarian Toffee

Chocolate-Dipped Candy Canes

Curry-Kissed Coconut Fudge

Butter Crunch Candy

[sleepandblog]

y'all i am in desperate need of a sweet treat and my oven is still broken so i can't bake any of my usual things....

with the ingredients i have i could make peanut butter fudge on the stovetop (that still works) and that's about all i can think of off the top of my head

i need to look for more no bake recipes