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We’ll Call It Spoonmas!

*The AC is broken, and so are everyone’s boundaries. (0.8k)

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It was a brutally humid July afternoon at The Bear. The AC was on the fritz, half the team was overheating, and Lydia was working on a new pastry under these very unholy conditions. She needed help.

“Marcus, come here a sec?” Lydia called across the kitchen.

“What’s up, chef?”

“I need you to take this and put it in the oven for me.” She watched him start to reach for the pan, but his hand froze mid-air, clearly waiting. “Oh my god—please?”

“Thank you!” He happily grabbed the pan and inspected it.

There were multiple small springform pans on it, all filled with black sesame batter. A red bean paste peeked through the top just enough for him to recognize, and something else was tucked inside.

“What’s in the middle?”

“Secrets,” she replied, quick and short.

“Is it choc—”

“Marcus.” She cut him off.

“So. Chocolate.”

Carmy lingered near a station, wiping the same corner for the third time, eyes locked on Lydia like she was plating gold. Across the kitchen, Richie and Tina clocked it from their throne beside the box fan—cool air, hot gossip.

Sydney stopped by for some cool air and said, “I give it a week.”

“I think it’s already happening,” Tina speculated.

Richie leaned in and whispered like a middle schooler, “I give it until she makes him taste something off a spoon that she’s holding.”

“Dude, you seriously—” Sydney choked on her water. “You never stop saying the dumbest shit. It’s impressive.” A beat. “Not a compliment.”

Fak had overheard and leaned next to Richie. “What spoon? What’s happening?”

“The spoon,” Richie said, like it clarified everything. “You know—the spoon moment. The eye contact, slow-mo, accidentally sexual movie spoon.”

“Oh my god,” Sydney groaned, dropping her head into her hands. “You are somehow actually twelve years old.”

“I mean—” Tina gestured toward Lydia’s station. “He does kinda hover when she’s testing things.”

And then, as if on cue, everyone collectively turned.

“Carm? Try this,” she said.

He didn’t hesitate, didn’t flinch—record scratch of course he didn’t. Richie was being ridiculous. Lydia had made Carmy taste things off spoons a thousand times.

The kitchen went dead silent until Richie broke it with a low whistle. “And there it is.”

“I feel like I just witnessed something private…” Marcus shook his head and walked away.

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*The next week*

“Lyd, taste.”

She looked up. He was holding a spoon out, steady for her. Not toward Sydney, who was much closer. Why did this feel so… different?

He had asked so kindly. No clipped edges, no sense of urgency—just a request.

She wiped her hands on her apron and took the spoon between her teeth.

A sauce, savory and laced with citrus. Bright, sharp, and clean.

“Holy shit,” her eyes widened a bit.

“Yeah?” He smiled.

“You finally stopped over-salting the citrus cure. I’m… genuinely proud of you.”

She moved to hand the spoon back to him, a little sauce left on it. Carmy placed it in his own mouth to clean it.

“Oh hell no.”

Lydia blinked up at Richie, like he’d just barked at her in a different language. “Huh? What the actual fuck is your problem, chef?”

“Spoon moment reversal!”

Sydney dropped a pan a few feet away. “Wait, what?”

“Tell me that wasn’t a mouth-to-mouth tasting ritual I just saw?!” Richie spun in a circle, searching for witnesses. Lydia looked up at Carmy, as if to ask what the fuck is going on, and he loosely shrugged.

Tina folded her arms, “Confirmed. These two made out via sauce.”

“Oh my god—” Carmy looked like he was about to set himself on fire. Or maybe the whole kitchen.

Lydia threw her hands up in defeat and headed back to her station.

“Someone write the date down—we’ll call it Spoonmas!” Richie yelled while scrambling for a notepad.

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Introducing:

LYDIA MADSEN (FC: Emily Bett Rickards)

31 · pastry chef · professional croissant hater

Danish-American. Raised between Copenhagen and coastal New Jersey. Founder of Tide & Crumb (Michelin-starred) and now the new co-owner/pastry lead at The Bear in Chicago.

She’s blunt, tired, and talented as hell. Grew up as her parent’s personal boomerang, picked up cigarettes at 13, and has spent the last decade working herself raw in kitchens across the world—Melbourne, Copenhagen, NYC. Noma twice. Burned out once (because of a croissant), came back swinging (also because of a croissant).

Lydia speaks fluent sarcasm and grief (and I guess Danish), loves people by feeding them, and swears like it’s oxygen. She and Carmy have history—too much of it. They were close, then not, repeat, and now in this weird in-between.

She still wears the same beat up converse she bought in 2016, smells like flour and weed, probably hasn’t slept in a couple days. If she tells you to fuck off, and you don’t she might stab you. (Richie has firsthand experience)

LYDIA MADSEN — RELATIONSHIPS

Carmy → history, tension, pain, one too many missed chances. now they share a kitchen and pretend it means nothing.

Sydney → mutual respect. sharp minds. lydia shouts “be right, not nice” across the line at least once a week.

Marcus → her pastry kid. she pushes him hard, praises him harder.

Tina → late-night smoke buddy. voice of reason when lydia won’t listen to herself.

Richie → calls her a witch. kind of scared of her. she’s fine with that.

Sugar → a soft place. wine, real talk, and quiet loyalty.

Luca → could’ve been. but their careers were more important… are more important.

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Lost in the sauce

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I love devils growing affectionate for humans. I love Yoru telling Asa she’s too hard on herself and shielding her. I love Pochida replacing Denji’s heart cause he loved hearing his dreams and wanted to see him live them. I love Power making Denji a birthday cake and deciding his life isn’t disposable and even contracting him so they can be friends in her next life. I love devils and humans being supposedly natural enemies and still caring for each other

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Predictions for Chapter 121:

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chainsaw man characters as internet funnies part two!

part one part three part four part five

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She rests her head right on his ass and smacks it repeatedly while he lies there like a dead fish. Peak sibling behaviour.

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The many woes of Asa Mitaka

At least Denji was getting paid for this shit

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🩸 separate to dance better 🩸

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my babies...

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Doodlss ft. Gay people

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we'll cross that bridge when we get there

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tragedy trios

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