#i do eat chips/crisps from time to time too

[amu-brain-dump]

Are you much of a sweets/candy person? Or a chocolate person? If yes, what are your favourites? :))) Ooh what candy or chocolate you always turn down because you’re really not keen on it?

I am very much a sweets & candy person. Don't really dislike chocolate but it's never my first choice. I love me some gummies, candy pencils and lollipops 🍬🍭

Chocolate is ok I guess but I won't eat as is. Choco cookies (I have an addiction to cookies in general) and white choco Kinder buenos are my go to. My fave choco cookie is Prince 😭 which unfortunately I can no longer buy easily (and cheap) in the UK so I only eat it when I go back home.... Very sad indeed...

Turn downs will have to be licorice and sour candy 😖 I don't like sour or bitter things and candy that is not sweet makes no sense to me 😅 If offered I will almost always decline chocolate unless it's a drink

[daydreams-after-dark]

Good things come in small packages

Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Mini Han x fem reader

Synopsis: One year ago you purchased a ‘miniature companion’ named Hannie. He’s the size of a Ken doll but alive and horny. But something unexpected happens on your one year anniversary.

Word count: approx 2k

A/n: Hey!!! It's finally here! My Mini Han oneshot (posted in a couple of instalments because I get too excited to share). The idea for Mini Han was born through a conversation with my girl @noellllslut (we always have the most unhinged thoughts). Then I wrote a little "imagining" here (which I’ve incorporated into this fic anyway, so you don’t have to read), which then sparked quite a bit curiosity amongst you sweet/filthy readers. Questions came, and I felt compelled to explore more of this theme.

I hope you enjoy this little fic. It's sweet and smutty, and as I kept writing, I fell in love with our dear y/n and Mini Hannie. I want one for myself tbh.

CW below the cut

CW: supernatural themes, oral sex, sexual acts, sexual themes, voyeurism

You've had your miniature human, Hannie, for almost a year?! You realize, sitting at your work desk as you look at your desktop calendar. You smile and make a note to organize a celebration for just the two of you, and to buy a cheesecake for dessert. Hannie loves cheesecake. Your smile grows. He always manages to get it all over him, then wants to get it all over you so he can lick it off you.

One year this coming weekend. It feels like time has flown, yet at the same time it feels like he’s been part of your life forever. Your heart bursts as you think back to how it all came to be.

You had been lonely. You'd broken up with your long term boyfriend and was feeling sad one night. So you went online to doom scroll, and online shop. You expected you'd end up down a rabbit hole of cat memes and be $500 down in shoe purchases, but instead an ad appeared on your screen.

"Miniature human companions" it said, with images of very attractive men. Miniature men. Were they human? Couldn't be. Were they robots? Probably. They must be really expensive to make which is why they are so small, you'd decided.

You were intrigued, so you researched the company, finding that this new type of 'companion' utilizes cutting edge technology that simulates actual human behavior and bodily functions.

By 4am you'd chosen your companion. His name was Han. He was adorable and attractive, with fluffy black hair and pouty lips, and from the personality trait notes, he sounded like a lot of fun.

"Pay Now". You can still remember the feeling of excitement that ran through you as hit the button to complete your purchase.

When he arrived, he came in a box with air holes, which you found kind of weird considering he didn't actually breathe oxygen. You set the box on your kitchen table, took a deep breath and lifted the lid. You gasped as you peered inside.

A little man, about the size of a Ken doll, sat on a blanket eating miniature crisps out of a miniature chip bag.

"Oh hello!" he looked up at you. "Are you my Noona?" he waved excitedly.

Holy fucking shit. You almost fainted as you stumbled to sit down on a dining chair.

You knew he was meant to talk, but he just seemed so real as he chewed his food then licked the seasoning off his lips like he could actually taste it. His little chest moved with his breath, like he was really breathing. Could he do everything a human can do? You wondered.

"My name’s Hannie." He said standing up and brushing the crumbs off his trousers.

"Um...I-I'm Y/n..." you stuttered, trying to process what you were witnessing,

"You're really pretty, Y/n." He beamed up at you with a gummy grin.

You prepared him a little space of his own, with a makeshift bed, clothing that you had also ordered from the company you purchased him from, and bought a set of Barbie sized cups, plates and furniture. You even bought him a Barbie Dreamhouse to live in, but he preferred to just climb up your full sized furniture and use that.

You studied the information manual that came with him and learned that he could in fact, experience life just as a human did. He needed to eat, sleep, wash, poop. Oh and he could get erections and ejaculate. Wow!

Over the next weeks and months you'd gotten yourselves into a routine, and became really close. He was your best friend. You did everything together, mostly staying at home. You assumed he was some sort of AI, and that's why you got along so well, but the longer he was with you, the more his own interests came to the surface. Like singing and Anime.

He helped you bake, often getting himself covered in flour and other ingredients. You'd watch movies together. Most nights you'd lay on the couch and he'd lay face down on your chest while you watched your favorites. Sometimes you'd feel him get hard against the curve of your breast, and you'd think inappropriate thoughts about him. You'd grow wet between your legs and wish he was able to touch you.

He loved it when you’d brush his hair with a tiny little hairbrush and sit him on your benchtop in the bathroom when you’re getting ready for the day. You know he loved it when you forgot he was there one time and you took a shower in front of him. He got so hard watching you soap up your body.

Sometimes you'd take him out on a picnic somewhere secluded near the ocean so he could freely move about the picnic blanket without fear of being seen. Or he'd sneak into your work bag and scare the shit out of you when you were working.

In the early days, you'd occasionally go on dates with actual men. Mostly to take your mind of your growing feelings for Hannie. You'd bring them home and fuck them in your bed, knowing he was somewhere watching, listening. You'd imagine him getting hard from your noises, and it made you moan even louder just picturing it. You'd imagine it was Hannie inside you too, pounding hard into your cunt, and making you come on his cock.

He was distant with you in the days after. He’d sit around sulking and pouting.

"What's wrong, Hannie?" You asked him after he’d ignored you for three days.

"Noona... it's just…I get so jealous of them." He burst into tears. "I want to do things like that to you. I want to the be the one who makes you come." He sobbed.

Things changed after that. You no longer went out with other men, and you and your miniature companion began to explore a more physical, more sexual, relationship.

From letting you see each other naked, to mutual masturbation, to eventually touching each other and making each other come.

You soon learned that even though Hannie is small, he is extremely talented with his mouth, and he can make you come harder than anyone had ever before.

One morning he noticed that you were still asleep, and very naked. The way you were laying, legs splayed out looked so inviting to him. You’d kicked your blanket off at some point. He couldn’t help himself.

You woke up to a sensation between your legs, and when you looked down you saw him kneeling between your your legs, using his arms to push your pussy lips open and doing his very best to lap at your clit.

“Hannie?” You whimpered. He stopped for a moment to stand up and wave at you, the entire front of his body dripping with your arousal. “I’ve just found my favorite thing to do!” He said enthusiastically and then he was back to being buried against your pussy.

These days, at night time he’ll climb up onto your chest while you’re lying in bed watching videos on your phone. He still loves to nestle against the bulge of your breasts, especially if you’re in a loose satin camisole, and he’ll slide himself under the fabric.

“What do you want to watch, Hannie?” You’ll ask him.

“Porn!” He’ll answer excitedly. The phone is like a giant screen to him and it’s never long before you feel him shimmying his clothes off and rubbing his little swollen erection against your skin.

He’s such a desperate little thing that you let him do whatever he needs to get himself off. Often, he’ll rub his cock along your bottom lip while he humps your tits, or he’ll scramble to suck on your nipple. He does his best to stretch his mouth around it, while he grinds against you and cumming on your soft skin. Then he’ll pass out right there. Poor little tyke gets himself tired.

Some of the kinkier things he gets you to do include tying him up and edging him until his cock becomes so painfully red and engorged that he’s crying. His naked body is delicious to look at, and you love to run the pad of your index finger over his muscles. He’s perfectly toned, his skin honey brown, and his cock is mouth-wateringly big for his frame.

He’s rendered helpless as you stroke your finger gently up and down his body. Then, using the tip of your tongue, you lick his cock carefully whilst shoving your pinky finger into his mouth.

There are times when you’ll dress up in lingerie covered in buckles and straps and he’ll climb up your body like he’s doing some kind of adventure hike. He gets so sweaty and very hard as he explores the terrain of your body.

He really is the perfect companion.

You are broken from your thoughts by your alarm signaling it's time to go home from work, and you hurry home to see your Hannie.

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"Fuck! Hannie! Please... need to come...need one more...please. Don't stop." You pant. It's later that evening, and you're on the verge of your third orgasm with Hannie between your thighs sucking expertly on your clit. He's got your lips spread open as far as he can manage, and he's grinding against your core seeking his own release. Inside your pussy you've got your vibrator egg on full intensity. "Yes!!! Yes...coming!!!" You cry as you arch off the bed as you come all over him.

He quickly climbs up your body, almost slipping off because he’s covered in so much of your cream, and kneels on your chest to pump his cock until he’s spurting cum onto your tongue.

“Tastes so good, Hannie.” You show him your empty tongue, but he’s already collapsed across your body.

You clean him up and put him in his striped pajamas, before you both nestle into bed. You’re used to him sleeping on the pillow next to you now, although it took you a while to stop worrying you’d roll on him in the night.

“Noona? Did you know that tomorrow it’ll be one year since I came here?” He says sleepily.

You roll onto your side and smile. “Yes, actually I do, honey. Have a think about what you’d like to do to celebrate, okay. Anything you want."

He nods. “Yeah, I’ll think about it. But just so you know, it’ll involve me being buried in your pussy.”

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Han laid back on the pillow. What would he like to do to celebrate? He’d love to celebrate by being inside you. Properly. Fully.

He wishes he could do the things he'd seen those men you’d do to you all those months ago. To pin your legs up and fuck you so hard the bed would shake. He takes his mind back to when he’d hide on your shelf and watch, fucking into his hand and holding back tears of despair.

What would it be like to bend you over and fuck you from behind? What would it even be like to fuck you at all? He wants to know so bad.

But he does have a special relationship with you, he supposes. Not every guy has to stretch his mouth around a nipple or clit like he has to. Can those men be covered head to toe in your juices? Or lay completely across the bulge of your boob. No. They can’t. Only he can.

He pouts to himself.

He knows he’s got it good, you are his everything. But as he lays on the pillow next you and closes his eyes, he wonders if he’s enough for you? Could you give up real men forever, with real sized cocks that can stretch you out and fill you deep? Would you be okay with never having a boyfriend you could take out in public, or take to family events, or be seen with?

Could you settle for him? A miniature version of a man?

He sighs. "Goodnight, Noona. Love you." He whispers as he leans over and gives your giant lips a kiss.

"Goodnight, my sweet Hannie. I love you too." you reply sleepily.

As he drifts off to sleep he wishes what he always wishes. That he could be human sized and be with you like a proper human.

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The morning sun peeks through your window, landing on your face and causing you to stir. You groan and try to stretch, but a heaviness across your middle keeps you in place. You peer down to find a man's arm wrapped around you, snuggling you tight.

Fear courses through your body, and you scream as you fling the arm off and jump out bed. You grab your lamp, ready to hit the intruder.

"Noona?" The man lifts his head, his dark locks falling around his face.

Your eyes almost pop out of your head when you see the confused look on his face. "Hannie!?" You choke, hands poised to strike.

"Noona? What are you doing?" he peers down at the pillow his head had been resting on, and then down the bed toward his feet. "Why is your bed so small?"

"Hannie?" You whisper, lowering the lamp, letting it drop to the floor.

"Why is everything so small? Wait. Why am I naked? Noona, have you been playing with me in my sleep?" He looks up at you confused and worried. "Noona, why are you looking at me like that?"

His eyes land on his pajamas, torn to shreds next to him. He picks up the scrap of fabric that was his pajama top, and his eyes widen. "Why are my clothes so tiny?"

"Hannie," you take in the man before you, naked and taking up most of the bed. "You're big."

To be continued…

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[stellamancer]

entreat (reader x yuta okkotsu)

notes: hellow hellow! this is actually my first time writing yuta ahaha. he's a sweet boy who deserves the world (like most of the rest of the cast). intially the idea for this fic was a bit different but, i think this is cute too.

this fic was a request written as part of the @/ficsforgaza initiative as a gift for @yutaleks. my requests are currently closed, but if you are interested please do check the ffg tumblr out! there are lots of writers participating!

contains: gn!reader, food (mentions of, eating and sharing), yuta okkotsu being a cutie patoot

Whenever Yuta travels for a mission, he always brings back souvenirs; boxes of ridiculously sugary sweets for Gojo, bags of interestingly flavored potato chips for Maki, eclectic and downright gimmicky foods for Panda and Toge and for you—

Yuta brings back things he wants to eat with you. 

It started with the first-ever souvenir he brought back for you, from the very first solo mission he received after being reinstated as a special grade. He'd given it to you to say thank you for your support because just saying it has never been an adequate expression of gratitude for Yuta. 

But he'd apologized too, as he handed you the box– cookies from Hokkaido using locally sourced butter and cream, the prefecture’s pride and joy. 

Yuta is maybe the only person you know who would say sorry when handing someone a gift. 

“Why?” you'd asked.

He looked embarrassed as he answered. “I didn't know what you would like, but I couldn't just not bring you anything so I… got something that I thought sounded good…” 

His face was the picture of guilt, like he had admitted to the most heinous crime in all of history– not knowing what you would have liked. 

“It's okay if you want to throw it away or give it to sensei! I won't get upset or mad!” 

You remember distinctly thinking that if Rika were still here, she would send you to the grave if you threw away Yuta’s gift. Instead of that, you started to open the box, peeling away the wrapping and the box top to reveal two neat little rows of individually packaged cookies. You’d plucked one out and offered it to Yuta. 

“You said you thought it sounded good right?” you had asked. 

Yuta only stared, obviously unsure of what to do. 

“Come on, take it.” 

He hesitated, clearly not wanting to partake in a gift meant for you and for a moment you both stood there, unmoving. 

“Come on, Yuta, please?” 

That had been enough to get him to give in. You remember being surprised that was all it took. He gingerly took the cookie from you, handling it like a treasure, and you’d grabbed one of your own, knowing there was no way Yuta would eat one if you didn't first.

You'd tucked the box under your arm to rip the packing open and with another thanks you popped the cookie in your mouth. 

Honestly speaking, it had been one of the best cookies you'd ever had; crisp, yet tender, with a subtle sweetness that was nothing short of addictive.

When you had finished it, you stared at Yuta intently. It took him a second to realize that you meant for him to eat his, too, and with both yet another apology and yet another thank you, he delicately tore open the package and ate the cookie. 

You watched as he chewed it thoughtfully, evaluating the flavor. And when he finished, you tilted your head to the side and asked, “So, did you like it?” 

You remember how he nodded and smiled, carefree and innocent– a look you had always felt suited Yuta best. 

In return, you’d offered him a smile of your own. “You don't need to go through the trouble of bringing me back anything, but if you do, bring stuff like this— that we can share.”

And Yuta did just that. 

Now, every time he comes back from a mission, he comes bearing souvenirs from all over Japan: chestnut daifuku from Nagano, gyoza senbei from Tochigi, Kobe pudding from Hyogo… the list goes on. Sometimes, it’s just one thing. And other times, he comes back with two or three, looking apologetic as he tells you that he just couldn't decide. 

You don't mind, though, you never do– in fact, you actually look forward to when he brings multiple. More to share means more time with Yuta.

And this time, this time is no exception, but….

“...this is an awful lot…” you say looking at the array of ten different boxes that Yuta’s brought back from his latest mission. 

“I'm sorry!” He apologizes automatically and then, just like always he adds. “It was so hard to choose… Everything sounded so good.”

He's not wrong. Every single thing he's brought back sounds absolutely delicious and catered specifically to your tastes. It kind of makes you wonder if he's been taking notes all this time, commiting the things you've liked to memory. 

“It's fine!” you insist. “I'm just not sure if we can finish all this together…” 

At least not all at once. The things that are individually wrapped should be fine, but there are a fair amount of things that are probably meant to be eaten in a single sitting. 

“...maybe we should see if the others want some too…” you murmur thoughtfully. It's been a while since all of you ate together, between missions and the like. It would be fun. 

Yuta makes a soft sound and you look toward him. He’s very obviously avoiding your gaze, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. You know him well enough to realize that means he's got something on his mind.

“What's up?” you ask. 

He doesn't say anything, not at first, but it's obvious he's debating whether or not to tell you. If you wait long enough, though, you think he'll say it. And sure enough, after a minute or two Yuta takes a deep breath and says, “I was actually hoping we could still just share everything just the two of us!” 

The words come out in a two-breath rush and you stare at him as the meaning of his words sink in. You did tell him to bring back things the two of you could share, it just never occurred to you that he thought that meant only the two of you. 

Yuta, on the other hand, looks mildly horrified, regret instantly visible, as if it was a mistake to voice his own desires, and so he adds. “But— but if you want to eat with everyone, that's fine! I can call Toge and Panda and–”

“Actually,” you interject and while you don't want to talk over Yuta you want him to know— need him to know that it's fine. It's fine for him to say what he wants, because not only will you always listen, you’ll—

“I take it back. I think we can eat this all ourselves. Just the two of us.”

You’ll never, ever refuse him. 

[spicycinnabun]

another ficlet from the same verse as i’m sorry, christofern 🪴

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Eddie unbuttoned the top two buttons of his dress shirt. He couldn’t breathe. The waiter was sneering down at him—at his piercings, tattoos, fingernails blackened with polish and chipping. He didn’t belong at this fine establishment, and it was noticeable to everyone.

The piano man was going to town playing a Beethoven Sonata near their table, and Eddie was this close to shoving him off the bench and showing him how to play some real fucking music.

But Steve was also sitting across from him, looking suave with his hair combed back like an old Hollywood movie star. He was beaming at Eddie, and Eddie was helpless to it.

Even if the menu was giving him a goddamn heart attack, and he was trying not to keel over behind it as Steve ordered the lobster bisque—to start.

Eddie ordered the garden salad.

Steve gave him a weird look. “You sure that's what you want? I thought you didn't like salad.”

“I’m sure,” Eddie said. The salad wouldn't demolish his wallet like any of the things that actually sounded good. “I’m turning over a new leaf. Eating healthier.”

“Uh-huh. You’re already as skinny as a string bean. I don't think you need to eat healthier. You probably need to eat more."

“No can do. I’ve become a slut for vegetables.” Eddie grinned. It was maniacal. “Can't resist a big, juicy cucumber in my mouth.”

The waiter left, looking deeply disturbed, and Steve kicked him under the table, blushing. “Eddie! Jesus.”

“What? Can't a man freely express his joy for deepthroating gourds?”

Steve choked on his water, putting the glass down hastily as he coughed. “You’re such a…” He didn't finish that sentence, but Eddie could fill in the blank.

💚🌱🌿💚

Their first course came, and Eddie pretended to like his salad.

“Yeah, you really look like you're into that,” Steve said, stirring his soup.

Eddie swallowed hard. “It’s absolutely succulent, Steven, thank you.”

He absolutely hated it. The slimy vinaigrette, too.

“Oh, man. Look at that string of pearls,” Steve said, letting it go as he pointed over Eddie’s shoulder. “I’d like one of those.”

Usually, Eddie was the one lacking manners. “Kinda rude to point at people, baby.”

Also, pearls? Eddie was going to be in the red right after this dinner. He hoped Steve wasn’t expecting those any time soon.

Steve laughed, dropping his hand on the table. “No, I’m not. Look.”

Eddie turned in his chair, then groaned in realization when he saw what was hanging from the ceiling.

Steve wasn’t pointing at some woman wearing a pearl necklace. He was geeking out over a fucking plant. Even in public, he was a devoted plant daddy.

“We can get you one of those,” Eddie told him. Steve wanted a pearl plant? Done.

Steve leaned back in his seat, assessing him with his warm brown gaze. Eddie tried not to squirm. “What?”

“You don't like it here.”

Eddie balked. “I like it fine—” he started, then deflated a little under Steve’s skeptical eyebrow quirk. “Okay, I don't like it here. But you do, right?”

“It actually kinda reminds me of my parents.” Steve’s nose wrinkled. “I just wanted to have a good time with you and treat you to something special, but it backfired on me.”

Oh. Hell.

“Hey, it didn't backfire, sweetheart,” Eddie told him, voice low. His hand twitched. He wanted to reach across the table for Steve’s but knew he couldn’t—especially not here. Here, they were no more than friends.

“You wanna ditch and go get a pizza?” Steve asked, nails scratching along the crisp white tablecloth like he was thinking the same thing. “We can catch the next creature feature at the drive-in. Eat on the hood of my car?”

Eddie sighed, feeling his entire self relax. “Oh fuck yes, please. Let’s go.”

They grinned at each other and got up, slinging on their coats. They paid for their half-eaten meals. Neither of them tipped the snooty waiter.

Steve caught his hand in the parking lot as they walked to his car. It was risky, but the walk was less than a minute. They linked fingers.

[petermorwood]

Potato Crisps / Chips on Tasting History

So we've just watched Max's latest...

...and I was grinning a bit because I posted about Dr Kitchiner's 1817 (non-US, definitely non-Saratoga) crisps / chips recipe a month ago.

That image was from an American edition of his book; I've found a pic from the original - NB that these slices are floured before frying.

For reference, here's a two-penny piece from about 1797; the coin would still be current 20 years later:

...and here's how thick the potatoes should be sliced. That's 4mm, which is 2mm less than "a quarter of an inch" (6.25mm).

The slices will get even thinner as their moisture evaporates during frying, and, given the nature of recipes, potatoes cooked this way are probably even older than 1817 and Kitchiner's is just the first appearance found so far in print.

*****

The first recipe for "Game Chips" (an accompaniment to grouse, pheasant etc.) appeared, per the Wikipedia link, in a 1903 book published by famous chef Auguste Escoffier (1846-1935):

"Chip potatoes - these are potatoes cut into thin slices; this is usually done with a special plane. (A mandoline.) They are put in cold water for 10 minutes; then drained, dried in a cloth and fried until very crunchy. They are served hot or cold and generally accompany game roasted in the English style."

However, per Escoffier's Wikipedia page, much of his work was based on that of Anton Carême (1783-1833), whose dates are squarely coincident with Dr Kitchiner's Potato Slices.

Given the amount of cookery to-and-fro between England and France after the Napoleonic wars were over, it's impossible to say who first came up with the idea of potato crisps.

The French loved dainties - "un petit quelquechose", a little something - which the English pronounced and dismissed as "kickshaws", something over-fussy yet insubstantial. Yet those same English also loved roasting things with their appropriate accompaniments.

(I'm writing this just over a week after Christmas, and have been well reminded that the phrase "Roast (turkey / goose / beef) With All The Trimmings" is still in common 21st-century use.)

If those roasted things were game birds, only those above a certain level in society would be eating them, so it's not unreasonable to assume a rich-person game bird would attract fussy, time-consuming rich-person trimmings like, okay, Game Chips.

One thing's for sure, Potato Crisps - and Game Chips too, so hard luck, Escoffier - are almost certainly older than even Tasting History could prove.

*****

BTW, they also existed at a time when "English Food Was Bland" is more fake history.

Sauces put out on the table in fancy bottles had fancy labels ("bottle tickets") showing what was in them, and the contents were often far from bland.

Quin sauce was anchovy-based, hot and pungent.

Harvey's was a spicy sauce similar to Worcestershire, ketchup was probably mushroom and also spicy; the other two need no elaboration.

AFAIK the two crescent-shaped ones in the next pics are deliberate imitations of an officer's rank-gorget.

Finally a generic Not-Bland label that would go on any number of modern bottles (antique silver, yours for £250)...

*****

And after all of the above, I could do Very Bad Things to a packet of Tayto Cheese 'n' Onion. A packet?

Why stop at a packet when A Pack takes less time to say?

After all, It Is Written that:

"Reading One Book Is Like Eating One Potato Crisp Chip."

And also that Nothing Exceeds Like Excess...

[vlrspace]

where’s everybody? yuuji wonders as he walks through the dorms, looking for his friends, who seemingly disappeared from the face of earth. he long stopped calling out names, already feeling a little defeated by the fact that he will spend his saturday afternoon alone.

it doesn’t bother the pink haired male as much anymore, he’s used to being alone even when his grandpa was alive. still, the slight sting in his heart and the small lump in the back of his throat is something he can’t evade. though right before his mood swings towards the gloomier side, yuuji takes a big breath and decides to might as well make something to eat and maybe watch a movie too, there’s no point in sulking around.

what he doesn’t expect is hearing the sound of music from the kitchen, following by the clinking of dishes.

as he opens up the door, yuuji sees you leaning over the kitchen isle in the middle of the room, looking at a battered up book, reading to yourself. he contemplates to silently turn around and go back to his room, not wanting to be a bother but you look up at him after hearing someone stepping into the room.

and when a sweet smile spreads across your face, yuuji finds himself not wanting to leave.

“yuuji! wanna bake cookies with me?” you ask excitedly upon seeing him and you stand straight back up, waiting for his answer.

at your question, the boy opposite of you feels warmth spreading through his whole body and he’s sure there is a faint blush on his cheeks. you’ve been nothing but kind to him ever since he joined jujutsu tech, his pretty upperclassman who’s the definition of an angel. his heart flutters with every smile you send his way and he could literally melt in your arms every time you hug him.

so without hesitation, yuuji replies “yes, i’d love to!” even if he hadn’t baked cookies before and has no clue what to do.

“great, come here then” you invite him closer happily as you make him space, so he can also read the instructions in the book as well. “have you baked cookies before?” you ask, while looking up at him with bright eyes and yuuji feels butterflies flying around in his tummy.

“no, no i haven’t” he answers with a sheepish smile, scratching the back of his head and you take the book in your hands, standing a little closer to him.

“well it’s quite easy, you can never make the cookie dough wrong, but we have to make sure we take it out of the oven in time, so they aren’t burned to crisp” you explain and yuuji can’t tear his eyes away from you. “what kind of cookies do you want to make?”

yuuji doesn’t care what kind of cookies you two make, as long as he gets to spend time with you, alone like this. he can’t seem to function properly anyways, because you stand a little too close to him, not that he minds, and the smell of your strawberry shampoo and the whiff of your parfume fills up his nostrils, he feels very comfortable being around you.

that’s why yuuji tells you, he doesn’t mind, he’s not a picky eater and he’s happy making cookies however you like. you excitedly nod and the two of you get prepared to make chocolate chip cookies.

ten minutes later, the two of you are well into making the cookie dough and while you sometimes chime into the conversation with the instructions, you and yuuji talk about anything and everything that’s on your minds.

“do you know where everyone is?” yuuji asks curiously and you think for a second before answering.

“well as far as i know, nobara and maki went shopping or more like nobara dragged maki with her” you let out a laugh and yuuji joins you because he can imagine that be the case. “yuuta is still abroad on a mission. panda and toge went to get a few groceries because it’s their turn to make dinner tonight” you fist bump the air and yuuji can only agree with you because the two second years do cook well, but it makes him wonder if you’d like his cooking too.

“and megumi?” he asks before he’d get too into his head about you.

“i don’t actually know where he is” you say with your brows furrowed and you only shrug after a few seconds. “he might be in his room, you know how he likes his space” your response makes yuuji sulk over the dough in his hands and a visible pout forming on his face.

“i knocked on his door and got no response” he mumbles dejectedly and you let out a little giggle at his reaction.

“awh, it’s okay yuuji don’t take it to heart, that’s just how megumi is and besides we get to hang out together. and you know, i really like spending my time with you” your last words are softer and quieter, your gaze remains on your own cookie dough and you hope that your blush isn’t as visible because your face sure feels hot.

it’s funny how you thought that you could keep your feelings at bay, but it’s proven to be a real struggle when he’s a few inches away from you with his large, veiny hands and the loose white shirt does nothing to hide his broad shoulders and muscular body and you don’t even want to think about those grey joggers. and yuuji is so nice, not many boys your age are this friendly and kind, he’s also very funny and strong willed (you can’t imagine what it’s like to exist with sukuna in the same body). you’re somewhat grateful that you are a year above him because you would have a hard time being around him as classmates, while also heavily crushing on him.

you hadn’t realised that yuuji moved away from his spot, his own dough completely flattened out and ready to be portioned into smaller shapes. you are nowhere near that far, though that is no surprise, with a natural raw strength like yuuji’s, he has no trouble with flattening out cookie doughs or anything really.

his firm chest pressing against your back is the first thing you feel, conjoined with his larger, warmer but slightly sticky hands on your own ones, helping you with the dough as his lips hover just above your left ear.

when did he move behind you like that?

“i like spending my time with you too” he replies lowly, pressing you a little into the kitchen isle as he works the dough with your hands.

yuuji doesn’t know what’s got into him, his body moved on its own and in a second he was behind and on you. he can feel sukuna’s energy slightly fading and yuuji guesses this whole thing was his idea. for once, he’s thankful for the evil curse, but he hopes that you aren’t uncomfortable.

the last thing yuuji wants is for you to be uncomfortable, with him.

your breathing is a little rapid from his actions, but then he feels you leaning into him and yuuji feels the butterflies doing another round of flying in his tummy. it isn’t like you aren’t the same, mainly after his words, your mind feels a little hazy as you feel a sudden wave of happiness washing over you.

yuuji presses your hands against the dough gently, not wanting to hurt you. the process is a little slower than when he was doing it alone and when you two are finished, it makes the boy chuckle at how quick you are to grab a cookie cutter, your butt pressing into his crotch softly (he can barely stop a groan leaving his mouth) and he wraps his right hand around yours and the two of you begin to press the cutter into the dough.

your left hands are intertwined on the kitchen isle, his palm completely engulfing yours as the two of you continue on working in silence.

@/vlrspce, 2023

[cloudcountry]

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[livingproofoftbd]

Write dnf cooking together perhaps

thank you dougie 😞 have some drabble

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Despite what some people seem to think, the three of them eat home cooked meals nearly every day. Sure, sometimes they go out to eat or order in, but that’s not a super common occurrence. They prefer making their own burgers than ordering them, but when George starts demanding things like dumpling, that’s when they order in.

“Dream,” George whines. Dream’s pillow hits him in the face.

“George!” Dream exclaims, flinching in his seat. He flips his headphones off, eyes narrowed. “What?”

George frowns. “I’ve called your name, like, three times.“

“Oh, sorry,“ Dream says, pushing away from his computer. “What do you need?”

“I’m hungry,” George complains.

Dream gives him a look. “And you had to distract me from this?” he asks. “I’m almost done.”

“Which means you have time to make me food,“ George says as he pushes himself off the bed. “C’mon.“

Dream, of course, follows easily. He doesn’t even turn off his computer, simply walks out of the room as George does. Like always.

“We need stuff,” George says, rooting through their cupboards.

“We have plenty of stuff,” Dream argues. “What so you want to make that we don’t have ingredients for?” He peers over George’s shoulder into the cupboards filled with spice.

“Sushi,“ George says plainly. “I saw a tiktok, it doesn’t look that hard.”

Dream looked at him in slight disbelief. “George, you realize you need prepared fish for that, right?” he asks. “That’s not something either of us knows how to do.”

“You realize we don’t need to add fish, right?” George retaliates, closing the cupboards.

“Idiot,” Dream says, smiling. “You hate vegan sushi, you tried it once and spat it out.”

George slaps Dream in the arm. “Shut up,” he grumbles, pushing past him. “I found a store that sells prepared fish specifically for sushi, so I’ll send you the address.”

Dream turns, frowning. “Um, who said I’m going?”

“I did,“ George says, finding Dream’s car keys. “You wouldn’t deny me sushi, would you?” He pouts as he steps close enough to press the keys in Dream’s awaiting palm.

“I could just order sushi,” Dream says, but he’s already walking towards the garage.

“I thought you loved me,” George says sadly.

Dream glares at him. “Idiot,” he says warmly.

He ends up getting George to come along, and they spend over an hour finding the ingredients and other snacks George likes. Dream buys him apples and apple juice and some chips he likes—“crisps, Dream.” They get some for Sapnap too, so he doesn’t bitch about it and try to steal George’s snacks.

“So how do we even make sushi?” Dream asks.

“Let me find the video,” George says, pulling out his phone. “Give me a sec.”

Dream unloads the bags as George searches for the video, pulling out sushi rice and prepared fish and seaweed sheets and other various ingredients they bought. George makes a small triumphant noise as Dream is putting away the apple juice.

“Look look look.” George shows Dream the video. It looks easy enough, but Dream figures the quality won’t be nearly as good as the sushi made professionally. Still, they started making it. George decided he would do the easiest part and make the rice, and Dream didn’t argue. Because he never does.

They lay the seaweed flat on a fancy sushi roller, put down cooled rice, and place strips of fish down. Their first attempt at rolling it is laughable, and their second isn’t much better.

“Dream, this is so ugly,“ George complains. “How do we even cut it?“

Dream is giggling too hard to respond as he tries to place the terribly rolled sushi on a plate to cut it. “This is gonna be so bad,” he says, high pitched through his laughter. “George, what-“

He suddenly doubles over laughing, leaning on the edge of the counter. Georg starts laughing with him, leaning over to try and cut it. “Dream!” he shrieks. “It’s falling apart! Help!”

Dream stands up to see a very failed attempt at cutting it. The part that George cut off looks diseased and the whole thing is falling apart. “George!” he exclaims. “What the hell?”

They manage to salvage it enough to cut it, and they cheers with their hands clutching the sushi carefully. “Good luck,” George says, and Dream giggles before he eats it. And, surprisingly, it tastes great.

“Look at us go,” Dream says, smiling.

“I’m having another,” George decides. “This is insane, Dream.”

They make some for Sapnap before eating the rest, and then George just starts eating the rice and fish straight from the pot. Dream shakes his head fondly as he walks upstairs to deliver Sapnap his dinner.

[jamdoughnutmagician]

A Cut Above The Rest

Mechanic!Eddie x Fem!Hairdresser!Reader

Forever and Always (Part 9)

Summary:The morning after the night of Steve's Halloween party brings you and Eddie a bit closer than before.

Word Count:2, 040

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You're woken up by the streams of the morning's crisp daylight creeping through the slatted blinds. Pulling the warmth of soft blankets around you, you remember how you had not only fallen asleep in Eddie’s trailer, but in his bed too. Right next to him. With him holding you. All night.

Despite the memory of falling asleep in his arms, you find that the space in the bed next to you is empty. 

You reach your hand out to the empty space. Still warm.

Getting up from his bed, you check yourself in the small mirror before leaving his room.

Your footsteps creak on the floor as you make your way through the hallway, following the inviting and warm smell of melting chocolate as you tread towards the small kitchenette.

There he is. His hair a mess of shaggy curls falling around his shoulders, and still wearing his Black Sabbath t-shirt and plaid pyjama pants. He looks so adorably domestic like this, and you find yourself thinking that this would be a sight that you’d be happy to wake up to.

"Hey! You're up! Though I'd surprise you with breakfast in bed, I was going to bring you some pancakes."

Your heart warms at the thought of him slipping out of bed early to make breakfast for the both of you.

“Come on, sit, there’s orange juice or I can make you a coffee if you like.” He smiles, flipping one more chocolate chip pancake on to your plate and placing it down in front of you.

“Juice is fine.” you smile as you begin to cut into your pancakes.

Throughout the course of your relationship you don’t remember Jacob doing anything even remotely as sweet and romantic as this, and Eddie serving up breakfast for the both of you with a cheeky smile makes you feel like a giddy school-girl with a crush.

“I’ve got to head into the garage today, but I can drop you back at Robin’s place on my way down, if you like.” he offers, sipping his drink.

“Only if it’s no trouble.” you reply.

“It’s no trouble at all, Sweetheart.”

“Thanks for being so sweet, Eddie.” you tell him. “I didn’t expect Jacob to follow me home like that, so I can’t thank you enough for sticking up for me like you did.”

“Anytime you need a knight in shining armour, I’ll be your man.” he smiles. “No eat up, so I can get you back home before Robin rips me to shreds for holding on to her best friend for too long.” he laughs.

Eddie, who’s already dressed in his grease stained, navy coveralls drives you back to Robin’s as promised. 

"Hey, uh, you can keep my shirt, you know, if you want. Looks better on you than it does on me anyway." He smiles with that adorable boyish grin of his.

Before you get out of his van you take your chance to place a quick and simple kiss against his cheek before jumping out of the van. 

“Thanks for the ride Eddie!” You shout out to him as you quickly make your way up the steps to Robin’s apartment.

Eddie sits there for a moment, the pink blush flushing brightly across his round cheeks. You had kissed him, albeit on the cheeks, but you had kissed him. He was dizzy on the high of you kissing him, he felt like a damn school-boy with a crush. The only thought racing through his mind was how he wished to kiss you, and not just a rushed peck on the cheek, but a soft romantic brush of his lips against yours. A kiss that told you exactly how he feels about you, how he has felt for you since he first laid eyes on you when you were nothing more than two teenagers passing each other in the hallways of Hawkins' High school.

For the first time in a very long time, Eddie finds himself smiling as he drives into work.

"You're late." Randy berates Eddie as he strolls into the garage. 

"Only by ten minutes. Give me a break, man." Eddie grumbled. 

"Alright then, what excuse are you gonna give me this time huh, Munson?"

"No excuse, just the truth." Eddie snarks confidently. 

"And the truth is?" Randy waits for Eddie’s answer. 

"Was just dropping my girl off back home." Suddenly Eddie stops and questions himself for a moment. Sure, you two had been on a few dates, he really liked you, and he hoped the feeling was mutual, but was he right to call you “his girl”?

"Your girl? Since when do you have a girl, Munson?” Randy quizzes, eyeing Eddie up suspiciously, as though he didn’t believe him.

“Well, remember that old Chevette that came in the other week?” Eddie starts “Well it belongs to the girl who I’ve had the hots for since high school, and we’ve gone out on a couple of dates and things have been pretty good.” he finishes proudly.

“Yeah right, and I’ve got Pamela Anderson waiting for me at home.” Randy scoffs, throwing his grease stained rag at Eddie with a laugh. “Now get to work.”

Robin looks you over as you creep into the apartment with Eddie’s shirt hanging off your frame.

“So, Eddie took you home last night, huh?” Robin starts with her playful line of questioning. 

“I forgot I didn’t have keys to this apartment yet.” you began to explain.

“Now you do.” Robin smirked, pressing a key on a jangling keyring into your hand. “So what happened after you two left the party?”

"Well he drove me to his place, we chatted for a while…and it was..nice." You blush. 

"Oh my god you had sex with him didn't you? That's why you're wearing his shirt! Oh my it all makes sense now!" Robin exclaimed dramatically, slapping her hands against your arm. 

“Robin!” you screech “No, I did not have sex with Eddie. I was tired, he let me sleep in his bed and we cuddled, nothing else happened, I swear" You quickly explained to her.

“Okay, okay, you didn’t have sex with Eddie.” Robin concedes. “But you did share a bed with him, and you did cuddle with him, so it sounds like things between you two are going pretty sweet.”

“Well, I can’t complain.” you smile shyly. “Also I kinda.. may have.. sort of, kissed him on the cheek just after he dropped me off.” you mumble out quickly.

“You kissed him?!” Robin squeals once more.

“On the cheek.” you repeat yourself. “It was only just a quick peck!” 

“Hey! a kiss is a kiss in my book.” Robin laughs. "Anyway, if I know Eddie like I think I do, then I know he'll be thinking about that kiss until he sees you again." 

You laugh at your friend’s teasing jokes, when suddenly the atmosphere is interrupted by the sound of your phone's dial tone ringing loudly. 

"Hello, is this y/n's number?" A woman's voice on the other end asks.

"Yes, that's me." You reply.

"Great, I'm Madison Martin, I own a small salon just on the outskirts of Hawkins, in Indianapolis, and I happened to come across your advertisements in the library." She begins, her voice high and peppy. 

"Oh?" you respond as you wait for her to continue what she's saying.

"What's going on? Who is it?" Robin pesters over your shoulder. 

You hover your finger over your lips to tell her to be quiet for a moment. 

"Yes, and my salon just had one of our stylists move away so we're running low on staff members, and I was wondering if you would consider coming in so we could chat a little more?" Madison asks. 

This was such a great opportunity to get back to a more steady workplace environment, where you didn’t have to drum up your own business, and you could potentially have a place of work to go to, instead of having to haul yourself from client to client. Also working in a more populated area like Indianapolis, meant more clients to keep you busy and hopefully more money, which wouldn’t go unappreciated.

"Yes, that sounds great, actually! Thanks so much for getting in touch with me!" You cheer as you write down the details of where the salon is and what time you'll be meeting.

"I'm so pleased! I look forward to speaking to you a bit more in person!"

“Thanks again, I’ll look forward to meeting you too! Goodbye.” You sign off, ending the phone call.

“So? Who was it?” Robin asks eagerly.

“That was a salon owner in Indianapolis, said they saw my flyers I put up in the library, that they're short staffed and wanted to talk to me.” you started.

“Oh my god! That’s great news!” 

“Yeah, it sounds like a really great opportunity. It could be a chance to get into something a bit more stable, and it’d be great to not have to drive in-between clients anymore.” you smile. “I’ve got a meeting with her in two days.” 

“Is it too early to congratulate you on the new job yet?” Robin smirks with a cheeky giggle.

“It’s just a meeting first so I’ll have to see how things go I guess?” you shrug, trying to not get too excited at the prospect of something more permanent.

“They’d be mad not to hire you, trust me.” Robin offers supportively.

You downplay it as much as you can, but deep down you hope that something good comes of this meeting. 

Steve sat next to Eddie at the bar, the both of them slinking back a few beers after work and catching up with each other. 

"Hey man, sorry I ditched your Halloween party so early." Eddie apologises to Steve.

"No, dude it's totally fine, with y/n's creep of an ex-boyfriend showing up like that? I totally understand." Steve nods, taking a sip of his beer. "Anyway, how was she afterwards?"

"Well she didn't have her keys, so she stayed over at my place."

“Oh?” Steve smirks with a raised eyebrow at Eddie’s statement.

“Shut up Harrington, it wasn’t like that.” Eddie bristled under Steve’s teasing glare.

“Oh, so what was it like then, huh?” 

“We just hung out, talked about the old days, y’know?” Eddie answered. “She was tired so we slept together in our bed, but nothing happened. I wasn’t going to try anything, especially not after her asshole ex tried to steal her away.”

Steve whistles lowly at hearing Eddie’s explanation.

“Wow, I never thought I’d live to hear about the day that Eddie Munson had a girl in his bed, and he didn’t come out of it with some wild sex story.” Steve snickers.

“I like her a lot, man. I just wanna do right by her.” Eddie admits, with a slight flush blooming across his cheeks.

“Wow, you really are a changed man aren’t you, Munson?”

Eddie sinks the final few drops of his beer before speaking.

“I guess so.”

“So when are you going to see her again?” Steve probed.

“That’s actually what I was hoping to ask you about? I wanna take her out to some place real special, then I’m going to ask her to be my girlfriend.” Eddie explains as he shares his plan with Steve. “And I thought maybe you could help me out.”

“Sure, man I’ll help you out, but you gotta do something else first.” Steve smirks as he downs his now empty bottle of beer.

Eddie nods for Steve to continue.

“Get me another drink." Steve laughs.

Eddie walks up to the bar, placing an order for two more beers. As he opens up his wallet to get the money out he can't help but smile when he sees the little handwritten message you'd written for him in his yearbook. He'd read it over and over, deciding that he wanted it with him always. He tore out that little message from the book and put it in the clear widow pocket of his wallet. 

You got this, Eddie. My rock star, forever and always x

Yeah, he wanted to be yours, no question about it. He could only hope the feeling was mutual.

@penguinsandpotterheads @slutty-thevampireslayer @xxhellfirebunnyxx @mmunson86 @avalon-wolf @ali-r3n @jesssssmaybankk @munsonology

[imlivinginyourtrashcan]

Hi hello and howdy

Since I can't contain my thoughts here's all the "Mirage" logicistics. Basically they either swap or enhance ones personality, heres a few examples:

Mirage Lenore is way more looney and impulsive, with a practically nonexistant off switch having to be dragged off screaming before she sets anything on fire, her group mainly sticks with her for fear of their own lives and she and Annabel are ALLOWED TO BE GAY!!! HOORAY!!! They still have the pretend to hate each other thing but thats mainly due to Annabel's paranoia

Mirage Duke is a shit magician who constantly looses parts of his tricks, he's also like WAYYY too overdramatic, the kinda mf to fall over if you steal his chip,

"MY CHIP!!"

"Its... its just a crisp.."

"I WAS GOING TO EAT THAT!"

"Oh my god..."

So yeah, pathetic cringefail looser LMFAO, but he is the kinda person to pull a "OMG MY BEST FRIEND! MOVE!" And shove whoever out of his way

Mirage Pluto is if you took a wet cat and made him a golden retriever. He's very hyperactive, social, easily distracted. Mf is like "wanna hear abt my hyperfixations?!" Talks and doesn't wait for an answer a neat thing i did with some characters Mirage's is i inverted stuff abt them like hair, emblems, all that. He still thinks M! Duke's magic is cool

Mirage Berenice is a feral little creature, constantly biting or nibbling on things (mainly Eulalies arm, or her own. I dont think chewlery exists in the victorian era). She's also the queen of being unhinged, in spectre form shes somewhat normal at least. For the most part she's in her own world

Mirage Eulalie is the mean autistic, less into creepy/old things n thinks their lame and/or weird. She's the one dragging Berenice around and keeping the gang from falling apart. Her and M! Morella really out here sharing the only group braincell, shes also blunt as fuck and wont hesitate to tell you you look bad. I wanted to lean more into the japanese part of her character so she just kinda- speaks more of it now (lol idk how else to explain it)

Mirage Morella, like M! Eulalie, is a mean autistic. She's less emotional, and more of "I dont give a damn just get me out of here.", sticks with whatever group she's feelin that day tbh. Won't tell you you look bad, will probably just call you a dumbass and leave

Mirage Annabel is kinda like regular Annabel but without the "Life is like chess" mentality. So more jumpy, kinda a walking talking mental breakdown waiting to happen. Excess paranoia and increase of hallucinations cus pookie and I decided we aren't giving her a break

Mirage Prospero is no longer fancy and polite, he is sopping wet germaphobic wet cat. He will go through great lengths to avoid disease, faints around blood and puke, screams at the sight of his own rats (or just rats/bugs in general), actively raising his and Annabel's blood pressure with how scardy he is.

Mirage Montresor is imo the funniest one cuz he's just a polite little gentleman, doin all the chivalry shit like opening doors, pushing chairs in and out, saying his pleases/thank yous/welcomes, he's even calling everyone "Sir" and "Ma'am". He's still an asshole, but you really gotta provoke him to see that

Tbh, I didn't think much abt Mirage Will since Will to me is kinda just there as Monty's lackey who gets kicked around. SO he's less of a pushover, more demanding, up and refuses what people tell him, bullies M! Monty, he tried bullying M! Ada and M! Morella but bro got his ass kicked. On top of it, he's unfortunately more sexist and stubborn. No more people pleasing ig 🤷‍♀️

Finally, Mirage Ada. What I wanted to do for her is have her be an absolute girlboss who is always serving 100% of the time. Everything she does is her choice and for her and her friends, and and and shes Aroace too, pretty chill when she has to reject someone just like:

"Hey i like u"

"Oh! I don't feel the same but we can still be friends?"

"Ok"

EPIC HIGH FIVE

She also beat M! Will up, good for her

So uh, yeah! Thats all i got. If you have questions, feel free to comment or ask in the askbox. :)

[kedreeva]

Made chocolate chip cookies from my sourdough discard, since I had a lot. They are soft and fluffy, with a little bit of tang, I am enjoying them immensely.

Recipe under the cut!

14 tablespoons unsalted butter, slightly softened

100g granulated sugar

125g brown sugar

1 large egg

250g sourdough starter, unfed

1 1/4 tablespoon vanilla extract

1/4-1/2 teaspoon almond extract

260-300g all-purpose flour

7g salt

1 teaspoon baking soda (add a little for more floof)

1-2 cups large chocolate chips (to taste)

In a large bowl, combine the softened butter, sugars, and salt.

Add the egg to the mixture, stir until mixed.

Stir in the vanilla and almond extracts.

Stir in the sourdough starter and baking soda.

Stir in 260g the flour until just mixed. It will seem a little goopy.

Mix in the chocolate chips. If it's still Very goopy, add a more flour, but bear in mind it will firm up in the fridge.

Refrigerate for at least 20 minutes (can go overnight if needed!)

Preheat the oven to 350°F while cookies are in the fridge.

I use a standard ice cream scoop to grab fairly large portions of dough and roll into ball. Can lightly flour your hands in order to make a smoother ball. Set on a parchment-lined baking sheet.

Recipe should make 16-24 cookies; if you have more than 24, your cookies are too small and idk what will happen. If you have less than 16, your cookies are too big, which isn't a problem necessarily, but you'll need a longer cook time probably. You can test if they're done by sticking a chopstick in the middle to see if it comes out clean.

Bake 20-25 minutes, depends on your oven/location I guess. Mine takes 23 minutes for most variations

Let them cool on the baking sheet for at least a few minutes after taking them out of the oven. They will get a little bit of a crisp on their crust if you do, and it's REALLY delicious. After 5-10 you can put them on a cooling rack if you want. 100% suggest eating one while it's still warm (not burning but warm).

Cookies are best eaten on the first day. Dough can be frozen or fridged if you want to just bake a few at a time. Thaw dough overnight before baking if you freeze it.

[sassypotatoe1]

Survival guide for the adhd/depressed/autistic newly established office worker:

Brought to you by a depressed adhd autistic who took 10 months to adjust to office life after starting to work their first full time job.

Food:

We all have trouble with food, no denying it, so how do you manage it? Well there's a couple of ways depending on your individual needs.

If you're like me and you will end up just not eating if you don't have food immediately accessible, keep a snack drawer. Empty an entire drawer in your desk, buy a combination of healthy and less nutritious snack food that's shelf stable in bulk. I typically get a bunch of packets of like two types of potato chips/crisps, a bunch of single serving packets of salted peanuts, single serving packets of dried fruit flakes because the solid dried fruit are a sensory nightmare, and a bag of lollipops. By 10ish when I need my first snack I pop a lollipop, and if I didn't pack lunch I have access to fiber, protein, fat and carbs.

I also sniffed around for a couple of months to find the best deal on safe food takeout, ie a meal that's filling, relatively balanced, cheap and fits my texture and taste sensitivities. When it gets too expensive I find another one. Once a week I allow myself to get that if I didn't pack lunch so I don't end up spending all my money on takeout but still get to eat well enough.

If you're concerned about overeating or eating less nutritious food, get nutritious safe food options. They're typically a bit more expensive and a bit less shelf stable, I keep instant soup with freeze dried veggies in my drawer in the winter, and I have a tub of ensure to make shakes if I feel I'm missing out on some nutrients. Focus more on dried fruits, pretzels, nuts, instant food with veggies and nutrient loaded fruit juice. Get ensure if you can afford it. In a limited way it can act as a nutritious meal replacement, but I mean limited as in once or twice a week. Do not replace all your meals with a nutrition shake.

When you buy fresh produce, process it immediately before it goes into the fridge/freezer. Don't let that head of lettuce wilt and rot. Pull it apart, wash it off, put what you're not using immediately in a ziploc in the freezer if it freezes, and put the rest open in the produce section of your fridge. Not only will it already be ready to use when you use it, if it's not in a bag or container where the moisture is trapped it remains fresh for longer. That or if you can afford it buy pre-processed produce, divide it into serving portions, freeze what can be frozen.

Buy. Ready. Made. Meals. I know microwave dinners are the butt of the depression joke but they're literally life-saving, because when I was really struggling with my depression and ARFID microwave dinners were my only source of nutrition for a while and it literally kept me from actually dying. Do not be ashamed to meet your needs.

Stimming:

Keep some of your fidget toys or stimming items at your desk. I keep my tangle and fidget cube there so I don't pick my eyebrows to hell and back. It doesn't always work but it's better than nothing. Keep chewing gum in your car. Chewing tricks your brain into thinking you're eating, which tells your sympathetic nervous system that you're safe. It helps you focus better on driving and keeps you a bit calmer making your reaction times faster and less impulsive.

Reminders:

Keep a pad of sticky notes on your desk, preferably a neon color, and all the pens you own that you don't care about losing. Set a reminder on your phone calendar, your computer calendar, your email calendar, on a sticky note on your wall, and in your physical diary. No chance of forgetting something if you do that, because you can't miss all of them.

Take some time to figure out your grocery list. What do you typically need in a month? Make a printout of that grocery list and keep it on your fridge and your phone, along with a monthly or weekly calendar reminder to go grocery shopping. Before you head out check what you still have plenty of and preemptively check it off on your phone list so you don't accidentally buy too much of something.

Keep a "what's in my fridge" log on your fridge. It makes you more aware of what's in there, how long it's been in there, and whether you should throw it out or eat it or leave it. Keep a chart of how long foods hold in the fridge beside that log. The log lists what is in the fridge, when it went into the fridge, when the product seal was broken, and the expiry date of the product. No more moldy fridge food.

Miscellaneous:

Assign care tasks to another task that's already a regular habit. Keep your morning meds by the kettle, and make taking out a dose part of the process of making your morning coffee. Pick a task you do daily at work, usually in the morning, and assign wearing your glasses to that task. I need my glasses to proofread the print dummies because the font isn't very friendly, so I accidentally got into the habit of making putting on my glasses part of the proofreading process. Brushing teeth is part of makeup. Showering is part of getting dressed. It's easier to complete these tasks if I don't view them as seperate tasks, but rather as steps in a different task that comes more naturally to me.

I keep sticky notes and pens in my car, as well as in my purse when I use it, so I can make notes of things when I need to. Car care notes go on stickies when I notice the need, then I'm reminded of it every time I'm in the car. I typically don't even have to read the note, I see that there is one and usually remember what it was about. This helps me remember what I need to do to maintain my car, because I have gotten in an accident and forgotten about it and drove around with a warped front fender for a month. I currently have a sticky note to get my tire pressure checked when I go home from work tonight on my dash.

That's all I have but TL:DR allow yourself to meet your needs without shame, no matter how strange or childish they seem, and find loopholes to your behavior for the best outcome for your health, safety and productivity. Like I said in the intro it took me 10 months to figure out these, so don't be afraid to take the time to figure out what works for you. It'll be absolutely worth it.

[ewesless]

Goof Up Poll #1

Who left their chocolate chips for baking cookies with on the counter top when the dishwasher was running and melted 1/3 or more of the bag?

Okay, I'm going to do something a little different with this one. Drabbles! I mean, definitely vote your vote, but hear me out?

Why Solomon? He's a disaster in the kitchen, but he also is going to add some cayenne and powdered goji berries for a kick and healthy superfood twist. SOMEHOW the bag of chocolate chips melted and turnes into a solid brick. Oh well chocolate melts and evenly distributes, right? Especially with a torch! It also adds a delightfully, extra crunchy texture to the thick, flavorful crust (I'm woefully unimaginative compared to the Magic Master Chef :( These abominations would be safely removed by a stab happy, hazardous materials disposal specialist named Raphael.

Why Simeon? He's canonically a cute, old, out of touch ditz and enjoys cooking thoughtful recipes for his housemates. He would definitely keep some sweet snacky stuff like mini packs of M&M's or other hard shelled candies like Reese's Pieces as pick me ups and for Packed Lunches. So he would have a batch with cinnamon chips or butterscotch chips too. Apart from being specialized for the palate of the recipient he would put them in adorable bags with personalized labels written in his elegant script. Leviathan framed his tag, begged the others for theirs as rare memorabilia collectables and Mammon sold him his at a steep price...which he paid for on the spot. 6/7 SECURED. When he learned that Beel ate his which was devastating he demanded Beel regurgitate it OR ELSE. Fear the taste of his spicy newt chip dust fingers!!

Why Luke? Poor kid doesn't have his emotional regulation under control yet :( (I say as an old fart who doesn't either) He would be upset and also discover that the baking powder was expired and that the flour was contaminated by Solomon making his cursed pancakes so this was actually a blessing in disguise? Feeling unnerved but lucky he'd go to the store (with ??? as his chaperone, but I think he shops alone too?) and while there he would have a nice distraction by seeing inspiration for cupcakes or other little baked goods for next time. When he gets home he gets back into his groove and bakes a great batch of cookies! He calls his comfort friends and after a vent session he feels better and they suggest baking together. "How about Snickerdoodles?" He likes thick and chewy big ol' bakery style cookies.

Why Diavolo? There was a chat where he was part of a sleep away exchange at HoL (Lucifer wouldn't let him room with him 😓) and when he baked he had eggshells in it. He mistook salt for sugar and made perfectly spherical cookies in Nightbringer (they pair well with Demonus.) Diavolo's Salty Balls if Barbatos wasn't lurking nearby he would not think twice about eating the forbidden raw cookie dough and will pay the price for it tomorrow. If Barbatos was observing/teaching he would all of a sudden discover that his errors or mistakes would be magically fixed (Because sometimes Barbatos CANNOT ABIDE Diavolo making or learning from mistakes. He just can't help himself sometimes either, like a compulsion 😔) He likes crisp chocolate chip cookies, which is fortunate because that was exactly what he got.

Okay this one I have been waiting for. I am no better than the plot writers with Lucifer 😂

Why Barbatos? Barbatos does not have a dishwasher machine (he is the dishwasher) even as of OM (it was mentioned in a Sweets Masters chat that I forgot the name of 🥲) so imagine with me if you will that he was not aware that they radiate heat outside of the machine, not just in your face when you open it before the drying cycle is finished...

He has been enjoying THE HELL out of his new dishwasher this week. He's in a good mood, the Little D staff are miraculously well behaved despite now having 2+ hours freed up from no longer washing dishes by hand. Hm... (give them more breaks, please. Rest and recess is good for productivity, workplace rapport and emotional health.)

Today the Young Master's treat shall be his own recipe for Decadent Devildom Chocolate Chip Cookies.

While the ingredients are warming to room temperature he does the dirty dishes that were brought in shamefacedly by Little D no. 4 that he had hidden in the library while he was binge reading...5 days worth of them. That's forgivable because he now has an excuse to run his beautiful, large scale industrial dishwasher again! What he doesn't realize though is that it would heat the countertop. It melted his butter and chocolate chips.

Not missing a beat he melts the chocolate down in a double boiler and chills it in the refrigerator on a baking sheet (They had a refrigerator already. One mention is in the Barbatos chat that I forgot the name of with Diavolo's Opaque Mysterious Refrigerated Container) while it chills and the butter warms *properly* on a unheated surface. He goes and monitors Diavolo, anticipates that he may need to scold him. Surprisingly Diavolo is ahead of schedule! Inspection of the Little D's reveals that they have performed well above standard (because as stated R and R is goodddd) Wow....all is going well today!

The result is Chunky Chopped Chocolate Chip Cookies! Milk and Cookies for everyone to reward them for their hard work and a sweet happy ending!

Edit: Proofread your insomnia writing 6x. Better yet read it out loud! Or else you will be like me and gnash your teeth over forgotten words, disorganized sentence structure and typoes that you're still finding the next day and too tired to fully fix.

I love my super fun run on sentences and adjective overkill 😂 They make me oddly happy.

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝕽𝖊𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖙𝖔 𝖚𝖘

TW // Neglect, Abandonment.

Shifting in my car seat. I tried to get comfortable with the bandages that held my stomach tightly as I got out of the car with a limp.

Using the car door for support, the crisp cold air of midnight brought a sense of déjà vu as I remembered this place very vaguely.

A quiet exhale, and I closed my car door and made my way over to the trunk of the car, popping it open and grabbing my duffel bag. Slowly throwing it over my shoulder.

Closing the trunk, and locking the car with my keys. I made my way up to the house. Observing how dull it looked regardless of how dark it was.

The exterior paint was stained, and chipped, some parts of it just being full on wooden panels. Windows cracked, and foggy. Blankets being used as insulation. Some areas are even straight up boarded. The roof was too dark to look up at, but I was sure that wasn’t in the best condition either.

Damn. If I didn’t know any better, I’ve would have guessed this place was abandoned. Gone to live with the rest of the town.

Nearing the porch that looked like it would snap under a pebbles weight. I could hear someone rushing inside the house before the front door opened to reveal a boy. No younger than 12 with long, blond hair and blue eyes.

I didn’t even get the chance to utter anything as the boy leaped off the porch and wrapped his arms around my neck. Stumbling, I clenched my jaw while I fought off through the pain to hold the little boy.

“You came back.” I heard him mumble into my neck. Nuzzling into it. “You came back.”

“I did.” I hummed quietly, slowly moving one of my hands to support his back. Noting how light, and skinny he really was. How greasy his hair was.

“I’ve missed you.” The boy admitted. His tone quiet. Pulling at my heart strings while I hugged him back tighter.

Supporting his weight when he leaned back. I took notice of his bruised face, and tired eyes. His clothes were old, and raggedy. Not even pajama clothes on him at this time of night.

“Do you remember Mr. Pea?” The boy asked, his eyes lighting up with new energy. “And Penguin?”

Cringing at those names. Those were definitely something a child would name something, or someone. Yet nothing brings up any remembrance of these names.

“No I don’t, Alvar. It’s been a long time.” I said, putting him down on the ground.

“Then we must go meet them again!” Alvar declared, taking ahold of my hand and tugging at me to move forward.

“Right now? It’s nearly 2:00 A.M at night.” I said to him, then asking. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

Alvar stoped tugging at my hand, and squeezed it a couple times. “I… was waiting for you?” He said nervously, sounding like he was questioning himself more.

Wrapping my hand around his much smaller one. I pulled him forward gently while I slowly kneeled down to the ground. Ignoring the painful pricks that eat at my side.

“I’ll accept that excuse for now, but I’ll like to know the full story. Not right now, but whenever it comes forth.” I said to him. Paying attention to how his skin was turning red, a shiver coming from his little body.

Not expecting him to jump into my arms. I nearly stumbled over again from the boy. His cold skin touching my warmed one.

“Come on! Let’s get see Mr. Pea, and Penguin.” Alvar let go of me, and took ahold of my hand, trying to pull me forward again.

“Whoa, hold on there!” I laughed, pulling him back to me. “One, you don’t have a coat, and two it’s dark out.”

“But-”

“We can go on this adventure of yours tomorrow morning.” I stated, picking up the boy. After we get you some proper clothing, and a meal. “I’m sure whatever you’re trying to introduce me to will still be there.”

“…Promise?” He asked, looking up at me.

“I promise.” I confirmed. Briefly, hesitating to go up the porch stairs that cracked underneath my weight.

Walking through the front door, and closing it behind me. The interior of the house was stained with cigarette smoke. Some spots darker than the others from a different, unknown source.

It wasn’t the worst thing I’ve been in, but it definitely was bad for a child to be living here in the conditions.

“My rooms just down the hall, to the right? No! Left!” Alvar pointed down the hall while I made my way down. Floorboards creaking under my weight while I was afraid some would flip on me.

Pushing open his door that didn’t even have a knob. His room was probably by far, the cleanest room in this house. Very bland though.

“Welcome to my room!” Alvar said as I put him down. Taking my duffel bag down next, and putting it at the end of his bed that didn’t have a frame, just an boxspring, and mattress.

Plopping myself onto his bed. I took his pillow and tucked it under my chin. My legs hanging off the bed as I relaxed myself. Feeling the slight breeze of the cold coming in through the cracks of the house.

“Hey! That my bed!” Alvar lightly fussed. Coming over and pushing me away, making way for himself as he took his blanket and wrapped himself in it.

I hummed, giving his pillow back to him. Tucking it under his head while I used my own arm as a pillow.

It wasn’t long before the little dude tapped out with me following shortly behind.

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“Sister?” I heard a quiet voice call out as I stepped through the front door, carrying a bag of McDonald’s, a cup of orange juice, and a bag of clothes.

“Yes?” I responded back, making my way back down to his room with the food in hand. Rounding the archway to see the boy on the verge of breaking down.

“Y-You have gotten food?” Alvar asked, jumping up from the bed, and running over to grab the orange juice I held out to him. Taking a big sip from the cup.

Well, since the damn house didn’t even have food in it.

“C-can we go see Mr. Pea, and Penguin now?” Alvar inhaled, nearly downing the cup of juice in one go as I pulled out an hash-brown from the bag for him to eat.

“After you eat.” I said, watching him practically shove the hash-brown into his mouth. Jeez, when was the last time he has eaten?

Taking out another hash-brown from the bag. I nearly gave him the hash-brown before I titled it back.

“Slowly.” I requested. “You can get a stomachache for eating too fast.”

A muffled a sound came from Alvar before he nodded. Slowing down on taking the hash-brown apart when I gave it to him.

In 10-15 minutes the whole bag of breakfast meals were gone with me eating some here, and there, but most had gone to Alvar.

“Can we go meet Mr. Pea, and Penguin now?” Alvar jumped on his feet. Food-filled energy rushing through his system.

“Dress yourself first.” I said, giving him the bag of clothes before making my way out of the room. “Then, we can go meet them.”

“YESSSS!”

In two minutes flat, Alvar rushed out of his room dressed in new jeans, shirt, jacket, and shoes. Looking a lot less than an homeless boy that he did look like.

“Let’s go!” He shouted, waving for me to follow him. Taking off again, and out the door with me follow shortly behind.

“Thank you for the food, and clothes!” Alvar thanked, jumping around on his feet as he lead the way.

“No problem, little man.” I said, keeping a close eye on his jittery form while we walked down the sidewalk, then onto a dirt trail.

The little man was so energized that he started talking about the stuff we could do, like go rollerblading, ice-skating, even cooking together. Nearly tripping over every rock, and stick on the way.

“Then we could go get so ice cream, then go to the movies, then- oh! We are here!” Alvar rambled, and stopped.

The spot was an open area of a forest with temperate trees surrounding the opening with a stream running somewhere close by the sound of it.

“Mr. Pea! Penguin! Are you here?!” Alvar called loudly. Surprising my little soul out of me at his sudden yelling.

Slowly taking a seat on a near by fallen log. I watched as Alvar ran around calling out these ridiculous names. My hand coming down between my jacket to my stomach, trying to soothe the fiery pain that sprouted there.

“Mr. Pea! Penguin?” Alvar tone turned confused. His head looking back to me. Then his eyes lit up. “Penguin!”

Confused, I turned around and met face-to-face with the white helmet of a Raven Gaurd. Behind him a taller Salamander. This sight taking an bigger chunk of my soul right outta me.

This was the “Penguin” and “Mr. Pea” I was supposed to remember?

[mercurygray]

Trying NOT to be obvious and ask for something with Diana (beloved) again, so how about a new girl - Freda, with "Cloying sweetness on the back of your tongue" from the Sensory Prompts, please?

And she thought she was supposed to be the welcome wagon.

"Miss Fred, Miss Fred!" Two small boys came running up to meet her jeep, waiting at a respectful and safe distance until she'd turned the engine off and gotten her box out of the back. She was on the lunch run today, and the turkey and cheese sandwiches weren't going to keep if she left them out in the sun too long.

"Well, hey there, Adam. George. What's doing?"

"Have you got any extra doughnuts today, Miss Fred?"

Fred shrugged theatrically, setting the heavy box-tray down at her feet. "'Fraid I don't, fellas. But I do have these cookies - er, biscuits - the mess hall just finished making. I was bringing them for Ken and the crew but I might have a couple extra. How do you feel about chocolate chips?"

You could have knocked the boys over with a feather. "Chocolate CHIPS?? You make biscuits with chips in 'em, Miss Fred?"

"How do you get the chips to taste like chocolate? I think my mum needs that."

Fred cycled through a a moment of brief confusion until she realized the mistake. Chips…crisps…fries…oh.

"What, you fellas ain't ever had chocolate chips before?" Ken asked, coming out from underneath the engine with a grin on his face. "You're missing out. Are those all for me, Miss Fred?"

Freda passed over the container to Ken, who made a big show of opening it and investigating what was inside while the two boys looked on, still absolutely sold on the idea of cookies that somehow managed to have fried potato inside.

"Maybe if you're real nice to Mr Lemmons he'll share," Fred suggested, holding in a smile.

"Naw, I don't think so," Ken said, hamming along for the sake of the joke. "I think me and Wink and the boys are gonna eat 'em all ourselves."

"Yep," Wink said, nodding very seriously. "Takes a lot of cookies to keep one of these things flying, you know."

Ken made a noise and suddenly drew his hand out of the box like he'd been burned. "Oh, darn. Would you look at that. This one's broken. Definitely can't eat that now, Wink, it's spoiled."

Up went the waiting hands, the two boys practically bouncing in place. "We want it! We want it!"

"Are you sure?" Lemmons looked the both of them over with a skeptical look. "Eating broken cookies can be dangerous."

"We love danger!" George said, loud enough for the both of them.

"Well, all right," Ken said, like he thought he might regret this, carefully picking up the broken cookie like he was handling broken glass and gently depositing it into Adam's outstretched hands. "Looks like this one's broke, too, George. 'Fraid you're gonna need to take both."

Both boys bit down hard, chewing carefully to investigate. Adam frowned. "Why, this is just bits of chocolate."

"Well, that's what Miss Fred said, isn't it?" Lemmons replied, clearly enjoying himself. "Chocolate chips?"

"Ohhhhhh." The light finally went on, and the boys giggled, still eating their cookies with glee.

"Chalk one up for American English," Fred said, watching the two boys run off through the tall grass.

"I don't care what anyone says, those are still fries where I'm from," Wink declared, pulling another half a cookie out of the box in Lemmons' hands and chowing down. "Thanks for the grub, Fred!"

"You're really good with 'em," Fred said to Lemmons, sitting down on the tarmac in the shade of the wing and watching as the rest of the crew ambled over for the sandwiches and apples, pulling handkerchiefs out of pockets to wipe off oily hands. "The kids, I mean. Some guys wouldn't take the time." How many 19 year olds would stop and play with their kid brother of ten?

"Helps, you know? Keeping it all in perspective. And I figure, if you make 'em listen here, if you really need to keep 'em out of trouble they'll listen later, too. Might even learn something." Lemmons nodded, mostly to himself. Ken Lemmons, you're a wise man and a scholar. "You eaten yet?"

She smiled and shook her head, taking the cookie he offered and biting down slowly, the chocolate cloying and sweet on the back of her tongue, still just the tiniest bit warm and gooey. Shortage of sweet things in this world at the moment. I'm glad human kindness isn't one.

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Freda is one of my many OCs - if you liked her here, you can read more about her at her tag on my blog! More of my writing, and more OCs, are found at the mercurygraypresents tag.

[axailslink]

Scotty gets a new coworker who just so happens to be the same girl she’s found herself obsessed with. 🫣

Crush

Scotty x poc FEM reader

Gif credits to @shurinfatuated

Summary: the reader starts working at the Switchboard along with Scotty and Scotty can't focus with someone she recognizes way too much.

You sit beside Scotty as another worker goes through and shows you how to work the call system you're too busy listening to see Scotty quite obviously staring but a few of your co-workers notice her unmoving gaze. She recognizes you of course she does how could she not? She took time out of her day to see you all the time she'd go to the sandwich deli every Monday at 5:40. One of the co-workers grab Scotty's hand and she glances over obviously terrified it's written all over her face "Scotty what's wrong?" Scotty visibly starts shaking as she turns her attention back to you as the co-worker who was previously helping you leaves she's still staring which catches your attention. She didn't feel as if watching you in the end was wrong but now that you're sitting right next to her even looking at you feels wrong admiring you imagining herself with you it all feels wrong right now. "Are you alright love? You look a bit shaken" you grab her hand gently and she stares at your hand no rings well at least not on the third finger "I'm uhm I'm alright I just think I'm a bit uhm...hello" she smiles nervously and you laugh at her shyness "if anything's wrong I don't mind helping do you need some water or something to eat? I brought uhm crisps." You start reaching into your bag and she smiles at you her big eyes full of fondness the coworker across from you both realizes the situation and laughs to herself "Scotty has a crush" she whispers to the co-worker beside her and Scotty shushes them. You hand her the bag of crisps and she smiles at you "thank you uhm...?" Smart act as if she doesn't know you really smart. You smile and gently caress her hand "Y/n" she smiles and so do you. "You should tell your friends that they're terrible friends they're not too good at helping you hide your very obvious crush." Scotty widens her eyes and shakes her head "no I...you're just. You're really pretty and..." You smile and nod encouraging her to continue to talking she covers her face and sighs "I'm so sorry" you shake your head left to right. "You have nothing to be sorry for I think you're..." You let your eyes glance over her body language the way she seems nervous is cute to you "cute" her eyes tell it all as they widen and her smile falters as she turns around for a moment. "Can I keep the crisps?" You nod and turn back to your desk "of course." Scotty was never going to eat that bag of crisps it was like a reward to her for being able to talk to you.

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"I love her she talked to me instead of watching her I can talk to her now and I didn't even have to she talked to me first. She's so amazing I have to find another reason to talk to her." Dean glances at her "you keep saying she talked to you well what is she like?" Scotty's smile is wide and reminds Dean of a plastic barbie "she's amazing Dean she gave me a bag of crisps I'm scared to eat them because she wanted me to have them. She's so sweet she smiled at me Dean and told me her name I have to give her something back in return right?" Dean nods "absolutely just make it a lovely gift" she nods "I'm going to get her a muffin for breakfast it's a great conversation starter too." Scotty opens her collection box to reveal the bag of chips, a pencil she let you borrow, and one of your rings that came off while you were working. Dean grabs the ring and Scotty snatches it from him "don't touch it I want to give this back to her personally" she smiles at it and slowly puts it on her finger but a knock interrupts the two she quickly answers the door not wanting to interrupt her mother's gospel. Her eyes meet your figure and you're in a pair of fitted leggings and a baggy hoodie "hey Scotty I usually always see you around this time driving in the van but I'm guessing you have an off day..?" She nods in pure confusion "oh that's great because I want to know if you'd like to join me on this run?" She smiles and plays with the ring on her finger that catches your attention but you say nothing. "Absolutely let me get dressed you can come in" she opens the door and lets you sit beside her mother on the couch and you introduce yourself of course but she pushes Dean back into her room hurriedly she hides the box and closes the door "she invited me to go running with her" "what did you say?" She rubs her hands together "of course I said yes but I'm nervous she's so pretty and sweet what if I fuck up?" Dean shakes his head no "no you will not start getting scared now find some clothes and go. Go have fun I'm sure she likes you if she invited you to run with her. Don't pussy out."

Scotty shakes her head "I'm not pussying out as matter fact I'm pussying in! All the way in" she looks through her drawers and finds something suitable to wear you knock on the door that's ajar causing it to creak open as she's changing. You immediately turn around but she laughs "I'm not in the nude did you need something?" You stay turned around of course out of respect "no I just wanted to remind you it's a bit cold you should grab a hat and gloves" Scotty does not own either of those she's just never thought to buy them "right" she gets dressed and meets you outside the room.

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Scotty preached her goodbyes to her mother before leaving you scolded her for not having a hat which she of course couldn't help but smile at "I don't own one if I had I promise I would have grabbed one" you straight face her and she laughs "I just think you enjoy when I yell at you come here" she stands still as you take off your beanie and put on her head "at least your head won't be cold" she smiles fondly as she watches you "what about your head?" You shrug "I prefer a cold head over cold hands any da-race you to the nearest cafe!" You take off and she follows behind "I don't know where that is!" You laugh and slow down so that she can catch up but only to grab her hand and continue running.

Scotty's mind and heart is racing as she tightens her grip and follows you. She's holding my hand and I'm wearing her hat this is too much when you arrive at the cafe you both take a breather you lean on her and laugh. "You're so slow" she shrugs "I don't go running daily" your hands are still intertwined when you enter the cafe "hey Stacy can you get us a banana nut muffin-" you turn to her "you aren't allergic to nuts are you?" She shakes her head no and you continue "yeah one of those and two water bottles?" You pull out your wallet but she stops you. "I've got it" you shake your head "nonsense I ordered I got it" she shakes her head again "I tagged along I've got it" you sigh "we can split it." Stacy grabs the items and sits them down "that'll be 2.53" you both glance at each other "it's odd" she nods "I'll pay" she gives Stacy a five dollar bill and grabs you so that she can take it before you take it back "Scotty!" She just laughs and she practically picks you up "Scotty that's not fair." Scotty just laughs as Stacy stares at you both and exchanges her payment for her change. Stacy smiles at you both as she puts two together "so Y/n is this her?" Scotty's interest has peaked as she lets you go and grabs her change putting it into the tip jar. "Stacy shush" Stacy just smiles widely "so this is Scotty? Oh you know I have to talk. Scotty I'm Stacy and this girl just can't shut up about you as a matter of fact I've got a video" she pulls out her phone and you snatch it "I will ruin your life and your job stop" although you're being dead serious you just can't help but laugh and she nods "fine Scotty she likes you" she grabs her phone back and takes off running behind the counter.

Scotty smiles "you should get better friends." You smile and shake your head "you should be a better admirer if you take treasures you don't wear them" you lift her hand and she sees the ring "I meant to give it back I didn't steal it I just sa-" "it's fine I think you should keep it anyways it looks good on you." She smiles and so do you as you grab the muffin and the water bottles. "Why don't we make this date one?" Scotty mumbles you turn around so quickly "what?" She shrugs "nevermind" she shakes her head and speeds to the table obvious embarrassment clouds over her but you follow her to the table and grab her hand "I think we should make this date one. As long as you're not too shy to speak your mind next time. I like it better when you speak up a closed mouth don't get fed." You tap her chin and she looks away "well what does an open mouth get?" You smile "that depends what you want?" She sucks her teeth "I want to kiss you." It's your turn to be shy as you grab your water and open it "you want to kiss me?" She nods "can I?" You drink some of your water as if it's the potion that gives you the courage to do what you're about to do next as you grab her by her face and plant a soft kiss on her lips your nails sinking into her warm cheeks. She deepens the kiss as she scoots closer to you a flash brings you both out of your moment though causing you to glare at Stacy who has her camera in hand. "What!? I'm being supportive" your hand stays on her face while she's just looking at you with this dazed facial expression "I like you Scotty hopefully you can ignore my overbearing and over supportive friend and like me too" she nods still looking at your lips "yeah" you smile at her facial expression "what the kiss got you all star struck?" she laughs as she grabs your hand from her face and intertwines your fingers "I'd be telling a lie if I said no" you smile and gently wipe some of your gloss off of the corner of her mouth. "Well don't lie to me I like my women honest." Honest? How would you feel about an honest stalker?

A/n: this is unedited like most of my works anyways this turned out like really fluffy anything I write with Scotty is fluffy because she deserves so much.