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eva-knits12 · 1 month

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The Haircut

Trigger warning: crying, haircut, Colin Shea, office mean girls ,anxiety fluff

Summary: You get your first haircut in a while. It goes as well as expected. Colin comforts you.

"Colin, I'm getting a haircut today," I say, as I look at myself in the mirror. My hair is everywhere! I worked in an office that thrived on gossip, office drama, and bullying. I'm an IT, and I was a female in that position. The girls in the office treated me like shit because when they requested that a problem with their computers be fixed, I would show up.

"Oh, I'm sorry. We're waiting for a man," one would say.

"Who did you sleep with to get that position?" another would say.

"Really, this a man's job, so why are you doing a man's job?" a third would say.

I would have to escape somewhere and just cry. I would cry when I got home. I was trying not to let them get to me, but I was starting to crack. The more mean things they said, the more they got to me.

"Baby girl, that's great! You deserve it!" says Colin, who is more excited about that I am.

"You'll feel a lot better. Don't let these mean girls voices in your head control you any longer. You're beautiful, you're smart, you are worth the world," says Colin, cheering me up. He kisses me on my nose, making me giggle.

I made the appointment, and I get ready to go. I make an appointment for a cut and color, and Colin tells me that it will be okay.

"You think so Colin? I just don't deserve this. My cut and color will look horrible," I say.

"You don't know that. Don't let those mean girls get the best of you. They're in your head. They now have free rent in your head. It's time to evict them. They don't need the free rent in your head," says Colin.'

"You're the most beautiful woman and strongest woman I know," says Colin.

"I've seen my mom, and she's Irish," says Colin.

"Thanks, honey," I say.

I get in my Trax and go to the salon. I check in, and I wait for a bit. I pull out the fingerless gloves I'm knitting, while I wait for Justine.

I'm busy knitting, when I hear them. The feeling of nausea and dread hits me like a ton of bricks. I dig through my purse, in search of a starlight peppermint to ease the nausea, and I come up with a ginger chew. I eat the chew.

I hear Regina's voice, and I just freeze.

"I don't know why you're even bothering. Nobody can fix that ugly hair and ugly face of yours." says Regina.

"I didn't know that ugly was a requirement for this line of work," says Joanne.

"Yeah, she's way too ugly and way too plain," says Kari.

I feel like crying, but nope! As of right now, these girls are evicted. But, the owner. Tabatha, intervenes.

"As of right now, I'm going to have to ask you three to leave. I will not tolerate anyone harassing my customers. As of right now. Eva is a customer. She became a customer as soon as she walked through the door," says Tabatha.

"But, but. but. we just want what's best for her," says Regina.

"What's best for her is to get her hair done here! What's best for her is to not have to worry about three adults who are still nothing but high school mean girls," says Tabatha.

"Ever since we met, you guys were nice at first. Eventually, you showed your true colors. Spamming my inbox with whatever things you wanted because I disagreed with you, or even told you about an update or a technical issue. Telling the whole office I slept with the boss, when I needed his help to solve a client issue. Even claiming that I went so far as to sleep with Zach and Jake, what the hell is wrong with the whole lot of you? Jake is in a happy long-term relationship, and Zach is happily married. Zach helped me get this job, and I owe him the world," I say.

"You can't handle the fact that I have a high degree in my field. I'm an IT. I studied computer sciences, even computer engineering, and even studied coding," I say.

"Colin finds it amazing, and I can't say the same for you," I say.

"Well, we refuse to leave. She can leave, we'll stay," says Kari.

"NO! That's now how this works. I have asked you to leave. Since you refuse, I'm going to have to have the police escort the whole lot of you out," says Tabatha.

Erica calls the police. Regina, Joanne, and Kari are all charged with trespassing, and they're arrested. Tabatha decides to trespass them, and they're not welcome back through the doors. I decide to file for a restraining order as a just-in-case, even though it would be hard to get.

Tabatha takes me to her chair, and she starts to discuss what I want. I'm not sure, so I let her make some suggestions.

I get my hair colored, and then cut. I walk out with a nice, neck length cut that it's easy to do and put into a bun, a chignon, or even a pony tail when needed, since I'm so used to putting my hair back at some point.

I look at myself in the mirror and I'm amazed. I love my new look!

I return home, and Colin doesn't recognize me.

"That's not my beautiful girlfriend who just put three mean girls in their place," says Colin.

Colin loves my new hair cut, and my new hairstyle!

"I heard what happened. Word got around, and let's just say, it got back to them," says Colin.

"You heard from Sean, didn't you?" I say.

"Yes, and getting a restraining order is a good idea. They don't deserve the free rent in your head, and they don't deserve the free space in your life," says Colin.

Colin has grabbed me around the waist, knowing that I handled myself well, even though I was full of anxiety. I was determined not to let it show.

"I'm proud of you," says Colin, beaming.

"I love you, rock star," I say.

"I love you, too, baby girl," says Colin.

'Put on a nice dress, and I'm taking my baby for a night out on the town," says Colin.

"Dinner sounds amazing," I say.

"Wait, why don't we order our favorite Chinese dishes, put on a movie, and jus spend the night as lazy slobs?" says Colin, kissing me lovingly.

"That sounds even better," I say.

Colin orders our favorite Chinese dishes. I get the almond boneless chicken, and Colin gets his favorite Chinese spare ribs.

Colin and I watch Knives Out, followed by the Losers. Colin and I just eat off of our plates, and feed each other bites. Dessert is fortune cookies, followed by those almond cookies we like.

Colin and I spend the weekend just being lazy slobs, and taking a nice, romantic bath at the end. It was much needed, and did me a world of good.

I return to the office first thing on Monday. I worked from home while I was busy dealing with the restraining order and the police. Colin is with me every step of the way. Jake and Zach, and my boss have heard, and well, I walked into the office with three new people, who are friendly and professional.

#colin shea #haircut #fluff #office #knives out #the losers (2010)#almond boneless chicken #chinese takeout #almond cookie #mean girls #chinese spare ribs

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mumblingsage · 1 year

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After attending a winter farmers’ market that was mostly baked goods and absolutely consuming both the package of financiers I bought and some ambrosial macaroon-like things, I have to admit: I am a simple woman who is not allergic to almonds. You put those li’l nuts in cookies, I will devour them.

#my family's favorite Chinese restauraunt also has some excellent almond cookies and maybe that's what started me off on them

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murderousink23 · 1 month

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04/09/2024 is Vimy Ridge Day 🇨🇦, Occupation of Denmark 🇩🇰, National Cherish an Antique Day 🇺🇸, National Chinese Almond Cookie Day 🇺🇸, National Former Prisoner of War Recognition Day 🇺🇸, National Name Yourself Day 🇺🇸, National Winston Churchill Day 🇺🇸, National Gin and Tonic Day 🇺🇸, National Library Workers Day 🇺🇸

#vimy ridge day #occupation of denmark #national cherish an antique day #national chinese almond cookie day #national former prisoner of war recognition day #national winston churchill day #national gin and tonic day #national library workers day

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carreterapanamericana · 9 months

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Recipe for Almond Cookies III My Mom got this recipe many years from a Chinese man who lived across the street from us when I was growing up. They are very good cookies and so easy to make.

#man #cups butter #almonds #almond cookies iii #teaspoon almond extract #chinese #cookies

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fullcravings · 1 year

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Chinese Almond Cookies

#chinese #chinese almond cookies #cookies #food #dessert #nuts #almond #baking #asian #recipe #tea time #siftandsimmer

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slavic-roots-western-mind · 3 months

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Desserts in China

There's quite a large variety of treats and desserts in China (more than you can imagine), so here are some of the most common ones!

Almond jelly/tofu - 杏仁豆腐 - xìngréndòufu Despite the name, almond jelly doesn't actually have almonds in it. Almond jelly is made from gelatin and almond milk, although some recepies use dairy milk instead.

Glutinous rice balls - 汤圆 - tāngyuán These rice balls are made from glutinous rice balls with a sweet filling, such as red bean paste (a pretty popular filling in desserts, I've been fooled more than once when purchasing what I assumed to be a chocolate filled pastry).

Red bean buns - 豆沙包 - dòushābāo One of my favorite desserts so far. These are steamed buns with a sweet red bean paste filling that I'd definitely recommend.

Egg custard bun - 流沙包 - liúshābāo A sweet and savory bun, with a lava-like egg yolk filling. A pretty interesting dessert, as it's both sweet and savory.

Pumpkin cake - 南瓜饼 - nánguābǐng I haven't tried this yet, but it definitely looks good. A fried and crunchy cake with a sweet filling such as red bean paste.

Eight treasure rice pudding - 八宝饭 -bābǎofàn This is a pretty popular dessert, especially during the Lunar New Year. It gets this name becase of the toppings, which are eight or more different types of dried fruits and nuts arranged on top of the sweet rice, with (once again) red bean paste.

Hawthorn stick/ Candied Haws/ Sugar coated haws/ Bingtanghulu - 冰糖葫芦 - bīngtánghúlu This treat has quite a few translations and you may have probably already seen it. This is basically candied fruit covered with a sweet, crunchy and sugary syrup. Traditionally, Hawthorn is used but other fruits such as grapes, strawberries and oranges are also popular options.

Sachima - 沙琪玛 - shāqímǎ I haven't tried this snack yet, but it looks quite fascinating. Sachima is made from fried batter stuck together with a sugary syrup, with an interesting texture.

Sesame balls - 芝麻球 - zhīmaqiú Similar to the rice glutinous balls, this treat is also made from glutinous rice flour with varying fillings including lotus seeds, mung bean and red beans, and sesame seeds.

Water chestnut cake A sweet pan-fried cake made from chinese water chestnut, with a unique semi-transparent appearance.

Wintermelon puff/ Wife cake/ Sweetheartcake - 老婆餅 - lǎopóbǐng This cake has many names, mainly because it has several different origin stories, each more fascinating than the next. This dessert is a flaky pastry with wintermelon, almond (not red bean this time!) paste and sesame filling.

Fortune cake - 发糕 - fāgāo Not a fortune cookie! This is a spongy steamed cupcake cake commonly made for the New Lunar Year celebrations and occasionally other events. They're usually a white-ish or brown-ish color, but they're often dyed bright colors to add extra festivity.

Mooncake - 月饼 - yuèbǐng This is a pretty well-known dessert, commonly prepared for the Mid-Autumn Festival. Mooncakes are smallish steamd/fried (depends on the region) cakes with a sweet filling that can also sometimes have an egg yolk inside.

Osmanthus cake - 桂花糕 - guìhuāgāo This is a unique traditional pastry made from glutinous rice flour, honey and osmanthus. This cake has a really interesting texture, as it's quite dense but also airy in a way? I'd definitely recommend trying it, as it's not super sweet and goes really well with tea.

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hitlikehammers · 3 months

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eating fancy

rating: e ♥️ cw: domestic fluff, not-quite-but-not-not-dirty talk, playful banter, silly boys being silly asf, love is when the food is also kinda foreplay, first encounters with a crab rangoon, eddie munson's mouth makes innocent food obscene—fact ♥️ tags: established relationship, fluff, domestic fluff, slice of life, idiots in love, softness

for @steddielovemonth day nine: Love is sharing food (@sparklyslug)

you may recall a very important scene that takes place over crab rangoons for the rockstar!husbands in je ne regrette rien; this would be their first go-round

“Ooo, we eating fancy?”

Steve rolls his eyes and plops the bags on the countertop, the grease already drawing wide circles on the paper.

“Chinese takeout?” he snorts and raises a brow Eddie’s way because oh yeah, very fancy, but he unloads the bags and padded them to Eddie to open up so they can grab from them, they’ve learned it’s easier to just eat out of the containers and pass them back and forth, but then he’s folding the bag up and he catches his beloved fucking boyfriend—

With all of the little white boxes arranged, and very clearly not opened, but almost making…a snake or something. Maybe a path?

“I like the little cartons,” Eddie comments brightly, with that innocent sort of grin of his that goes and melts in Steve’s chest and drips like honey over his ribs, draped molten, every goddamn time: “they’re like mini houses, you could build a city,” then his head snaps up, eyes wide and glinting, molten just the same his lips part and his grin because something bigger, fuller, taking up more dimensions at a time:

“Oh, fuck, I could,” and he’s moving the boxes around quick, and Steve knows him well, can tell when he’s devising a plan and his hands fly manic to excuse the vision: “a whole new campaign, I could map it out with—“

“How about one,” Steve catches Eddie’s palm on top of the cashew chicken; “you finish the campaign you havefirst,” and Eddie tries those eyes at him, the pleading edge of them almost widened to their fullest advantage but Steve’s developing some degree of tolerance, now, and can at least tip his head just so to indicate that he doesn’t intend to budge—it works, on Eddie and himself, about thirty-percent of the time; and this is one of those third-of-the-time occasions, because Eddie pouts his lower lip and pulls a hand back from building his kingdom or whatever, which means Steve can give a little in return, because that’s what they are, they’re give-and-take almost relentlessly. They’re a fucking team, and a damn good one at that.

“And two,” Steve takes it upon himself to start untucking the tops of the cartons and sticking forks in; “we order, like, just a bunch of white rice for that, so your little buildings aren’t full of fucking grease.”

Eddie brightens up for that, excitement hitting first before he looks at Steve and softens in a breath, looks so fucking huggable, kissable, touchable—

No. Not yet: they have dinner. Maybe not fancy, but Steve would like at least the first round eating what he bought to be warm-ish before it goes the way of leftovers-straight-from-the-fridge.

“So smart, baby,” Eddie croons, and Steve bites his lip over a grin, and yeah, maybe his pulse still flutters a little when Eddie’s voice hits that pitch, or when he says that kinda shit, and means it—Steve not gonna pretend otherwise, or fucking apologize for it.

He’s down to the little bags of eggs rolls and almond cookies, the shitty and really-unnecessary-but-they-come-with-so-they-have-to-try chopsticks, and oh, yes.

He grabs one of these babies out of the little crinkly bag with the bleeding ink and pops it straight into his mouth in one peace, champing it gleefully before smiling at Eddie, who’s grabbed his set of stick and is poking at the bag carefully, almost warily, like something’s gonna bite him.

“What the fuck is that,” Eddie’s eyes dart between Steve’s mouth and the still-half-ensconced wanton-y things in the bag.

“Hrah hanhoo,” Steve tries to talk around his food but it’s a lost cause: he did eat the whole thing in one go.

Fucking worth it though, and Eddie just stares until he swallows, then stares while he swallows, follows the motion down his throat and Steve can clock how his pupils dilate for it; never fails to give him a rush as he clears his throat and breaks his pair of chopsticks apart to scissor them clumsily against the point of another piece:

“Crab Rangoon,” Steve says simply, but Eddie’s eyes just…kinda get wider?

“So is it crab, or,” he asks, very carefully, measured and hesitant: “or is it raccoon?”

Steve’s lucky he didn’t put another one in his mouth yet for the way he goddamn snorts.

“Rangoon,” he tries not to laugh too hard; “crab and cream cheese in a little fried,” he gestures to the pointy crispy could-be-a-ninja-weapon-if-ninja-weapons-were-delicious.

Wait, could ninja weapons be tasty?

“Aww, it’s kinda little a star,” Eddie’s saying as he lifts one out from where he skewered it straight through with one of his chopsticks, which Steve was about…ninety-eight percent sure wasn’t the right way to use them, like, at all.

“And the crab is,” Eddie takes his other chopstick and pokes at the top where it’s all gathered in together and crisped: “oh, a little pouch that’s all,” he moves his head around to study it from all side; “puckered up, and kinda red,” and oh, his tone hasn’t changed but Steve knows this man; “also kinda,” and yep, the tone stays perfectly even but he gives himself away in the way he licks his lips:

“Kinda milky—”

“Stop,” Steve cuts him off, and for good measure he knocks Eddie’s clinical examination of the food out of they way to inexpertly-but-at-least-there’s-no-stabbery-involved lift the wanton up and shove it at Eddie’s lips until he bites half, and shuts up so Steve can make plain his term:

“Not in front of the food,” he declares, and then drops the other half on his tongue because fuck, they’re good.

“You don’t even know which end I was referring to,” Eddie whines a little once he’s chewed through his half.

“Honestly, either fucking pucker is not what I am focused on right now,” Steve nails him with a stare—not a glare, it’s not angry, it’s just pointed—as he goes to finally fucking open the rest of the cartons and start goddamn eating dinner.

“Hmm,” Eddie pouts, and yes, Steve is very much aware he’s displaying one end’s pucker for a fucking reason like the petulant dickhead he is: “that’s a pity.”

“It’s gonna get cold,” Steve volleys back easily because it’s not like this is new. It’s not like he doesn’t know the rules of engagement here, the terms of the game.

It’s not like he’s not head-over-heels in love with this jackass, or anything.

“Fair,” Eddie concedes, and it’s….it’s too easy.

Steve lets himself give into the pepper beef but…he’s careful. He doesn’t take his bites too big, lest he choke on whatever Eddie’s cooking up.

And right on goddamn cue:

“Are you rimming the rangoon?”

“No,” Eddie says as he slowly slurps his tongue back between his teeth to look at Steve dead in the eyes before diving back in:

“I’m making sure,” and he licks; “I get all,” and he swirls that tongue, the fucker, he’s unhinged; “the creamout,” and Eddie may only just make it without grinning as wide as it’s very clear he wants to, but his eyes.

Always: his eyes give him away.

“You’re absurd,” Steve huffs evenly and very much does not shift a single inch for the weight starting to strain at his jeans.

“Just making sure you have a full understand on what you might be missing,” Eddie notes blithely, as he pulls gently at the points of the wanton wrapping and stretches the pouch out for Steve to see and…Chinese takeout should be this obscene. It really shouldn’t. It wasn’t built for this.

And yet here’s Eddie Munson, everyone: so of course it was going to be making its pornographic debut in that sinful fucking mouth, Jesus Christ.

“We fucked on this table like, two nights ago,” Steve points out, almost incredulous but he can’t even pretend to be because this is Eddie, so: this not wholly unprecedented beahavior: “I’m gonna fuck you when we go to bed in a couple hours,” he adds meaningfully, because it’s also fucking relevant; “I am not missing anything.”

Eddie dips his chin and eyes Steve shrewdly, almost pityingly, god.

God.

“You’re missing me licking you like a crab raccoon right this moment, though,” Eddie counters with something like dismay, or, or, like lament in his tone. “This singular sliver of time,” he sighs, and shakes his head: “and you’re sitting there with your lo mien.”

In fairness: it is Eddie’s lo mien. They share all the cartons but Eddie is the one who orders the lo mien, who brought that into the order that’s become their regular; theirs.

But that’s just technicalities.

“It’s delicious lo mien,” Steve sniffs, juts out his chin and sticks his nose in the air a little before he gives up the chopsticks to spin the noodles round-and-round dizzy on the fork.

“Not compared to me,” Eddie tacks on, leans in almost touching just as Steve lifts the fork to his lips. He pauses.

“I do not compare my boyfriend to food,” directly, or like, out loud; “just because two things are edible doesn’t make them,” he licks his lips to finds the right word: “equatable,” yeah, that sounds right enough.

Eddie snorts in disbelief, shakes his head:

“Says you.”

But then he’s turning to stab a stick in the crinkly bag again, and Steve grins before he impales another crab-pucker—oh Jesus, shit, he’s gonna equate those now, isn’t he, that connection’s stuck in his brain forever, holy fuck.

“They’re good though, right?” Steve asks as he comes to terms with this new horrifying association he’ll never be able to escape.

“Fucking delicious,” Eddie admits, grin curling so his dimples pop and he glows: “let’s definitely get more than one bag next time. I, umm,” he Pickens a little before he flicks his eyes up to Steve just shy of apologetic; “I maybe ate more than my half of them?”

Steve chuckles and shakes his head, swirls some more lo mien on his fork before he replies:

“Don’t sorry, babe,” he gestures with his noodly-utensil; “I’ll have my share of red-milky puckers later on.”

And Eddie chokes a little, and fucking good: Steve damn well better not be the only one stuck with the consequences of that fucking image in his head.

The bad ones…

And of course also the good ones.

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#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #fluff #established relationship #established steddie #idiots in love #slice of life #banter #domestic fluff #silly boys being absurd together #food-based euphemisms anyone?#starring: the humble crab rangoon being subjected to the wiles of eddie munson's sinful mouth #period-typical halfassing of chopstick use #steddielovemonth #love is sharing food #but seriously: is it crab or is it raccoon?#stranger things

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dingochef · 6 months

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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OFC (Reader)Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Swearing

Written for @sailor-aviator writing challenge. Scrooge was my prompt.

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Have a cup of cheer!

You don't hate Christmas exactly, more a high dislike layered over forced tolerance. No appreciation for the holiday. When you think of Christmas, your memory isn't filled with cinnamon scented Hallmark moments like baking cookies or decorating fresh pine trees.

Christmas was the ultimate swap holiday between your not amicably divorced parents. An only child shuffled from coast to coast, neither parent really wanting to invest wholesale for an occasional holiday. Half assed fake trees and takeout Chinese for Christmas dinner was more the norm than big family feasts. Eventually your parents gave up the motions of holiday celebrations and would bring you on a vacation they wanted to go on as a way to supposedly celebrate. You went skiing, a lot.

Which is how you find yourself waiting in line at your favorite coffee shop, grinding your teeth as everyone in front of you orders the most elaborate Christmas flavored mega-multi- gingerbread-peppermint-mocha-latte with almond milk and real whipped cream and all you want is an iced coffee, black. You live in San Diego for Christ's sake, it's 78 degrees outside.

You snort to yourself, you like your coffee black, like your soul. You feel like black cloud on a sunny day, a Scrooge at a Christmas pageant,a turd in the punch bowl as you wait in this excruciatingly slow line as Mariah Carey warbles in the background and you're surrounded by tinsel and fake pine garland.

You have five days left till Christmas, five days till your life goes back to normal and there is no more Santa, no more cinnamon scented gag-inducing pine cones hanging out in the entry of your local grocery store, and blissfully, no more Christmas music.

"Five more days," you breathe in and out, a calming mantra in this melee of forced cheer and commercialism.

"Five more days," breathe in, breathe out.

Finally, you're next in line, so close to getting your caffeine fix and getting out of here.

Finally, you order and wave off the barista's efforts for you to try a holiday themed drink and muffin and scone and bagel bites. Is everything peppermint flavored?

"I'm good, just a large black iced coffee. Thank you," you say through a forced smile. She shrugs and gets your order ready. You tip well and turn to quickly exit.

A blond man in a Navy, you think, uniform is behind you and instantly reads your resting bitch face. He smiles a dazzling grin, so beautiful that if you weren't trying to remember breathing exercises from yoga to keep from losing your shit, it might make you a little weak in the knees at any other time of year. And then he opens his mouth, a Southern lilt wrapped around his words,

"Cheer up, Doll. Christmas is almost here. Have you been a good girl this year for Santa to bring you a nice present?"

This is it, this is the moment you do something that will either get you arrested and on the news or a become a regrettable viral video on the Internet with the title, "ChriSTtmAs FreeK-OUT SouNd on!"

You really don't find it in yourself to care about the results of what's about to happen, this poor unsuspecting schmuck is about to have all your shiny, gift wrapped emotional baggage labeled "Christmas!" unloaded on him while he's probably waiting to get a mega-multi- gingerbread-peppermint-mocha-latte with almond milk and real whipped cream.

"Don't call me doll, dick. And I really don't give a flying fuck about Santa or whatever shitty pick up line you're trying to use. This whole fucking time of year is bullshit and I don't need you telling me to cheer up. I haven't been happy at Christmas for the last 32 years, doubt it's going to change now. So leave me alone and you can enjoy your Christmas sugar bomb and spread your fake cheer somewhere else!"

The rage flows through you making you tremble as you hold back tears.

The man in front of you has lost the smile and is reaching out his hands in what you realize is a feeble attempt to comfort you. Pure concern blankets his face, making your rage fizzle, like a match thrown in water.

"I'm sorry. I was just trying to get you to smile…" he pauses as he retreats hands and runs one through his hair,

"I'm really sorry I caused you pain. Sorry this isn't a good time of year for you."

His sincerity deflates you entirely and the tears you're holding back flood out and flow down your cheeks.

"It's fine, it's fine," you mumble as you frantically search for the exit. Now you're noticing that the entire coffee shop is silent and watching you. You flee out the door, cringing as you hear the jingle bells on the door ring. You walk just far enough to get out of the view of anyone in the coffee shop.

Apparently, this weird moment in time is when you decide to unpack your shitty childhood. Slumping down against the brick wall behind you, you sit down and take a long sip of your iced coffee, your hands shaking as you wipe away the tears.

"You look like you could use something stronger," a now familiar voice says softly.

Looking up you see your unwitting emotional punching bag holding out his hand,

"I know a place close by if you want to take me up on the offer."

"Why are you being nice to me? I called you a dick in front of 50 people," you say, sniffing to keep the snot at bay.

"Call it the Christmas spirit. You seem like you could use someone to talk to and I do feel like a dick for making you cry in a coffee shop. I'm Jake, by the way."

You ponder his offer for a second,

"This isn't one of those self aggrandizing things you're going to brag about on social media later, is it?"

He laughs, a deep and true laugh.

"Nope, I was trying to talk to you to get your number because I think you're beautiful. Plus, who drinks iced coffee black? You're obviously a complex character or a serial killer. Call me curious."

You laugh a small sniffling laugh and take his hand, and say as he helps you up,

"Well, Jake by the way, I'm Y/n, but you can call me Scrooge, I guess, because I feel like I've ruined Christmas."

"Don't give yourself that much credit. There's still five days to make it better. How about that drink? Scroogey?"

"Sure, let's go. But if you try to make me drink a peppermint martini I will lose it….again."

"I wouldn't dream of it. It's the Hard Deck, just down the block. I don't think that's the type of drink that Penny would be any good at it."

Jake leads the way towards the bar. You've seen it as you live in the area, but didn't really think it was your scene.

As you sit in a cozy booth and talk with Jake, you enjoy the atmosphere, simple and unpretentious and blissfully lacking Christmas music you realize it is exactly the kind of place you like to hang out at. You and Jake talk so long about your lives that you eventually order food. One drink turns into several.

You learn he is a fighter pilot for the Navy and is stationed out of North Island, he grew up in Texas, and he absolutely loves Christmas. He learns that you are in marketing, grew up in Connecticut, and why Christmas sucks for you.

When you finally notice the time you realize you've been talking to Jake for three hours.

"Oh crap, I've got to get going. I've got an early morning," you chuckle to yourself thinking about your sunrise yoga class and how you used some of the techniques trying to stay calm in the coffee shop.

Jake stands up with you and waves you off as you try to pull some cash from your wallet for the tab.

"My treat, call it a Christmas gift,' he says, absolutely pushing his luck. For some reason it comes across as charming and makes you laugh.

"Would it be okay if I got your number? I'd like to see you again, Y/N."

You hold yourself together to not let out a girlish giggle of glee,

"I'd like to see you again too, Jake," you readily agree, trying to sound breezy. You quickly exchange phones and send a text to each other. Jake walks you out of the Hard Deck and gives you a chaste peck on the cheek as he hugs you goodbye.

You're getting ready for bed, a giant smile plastered on your face when your phone dings, a new message popping up.

Jake Seresin: 🎄 Merry Christmas, I'm thankful for the gift of meeting you today. I must have a good boy this year for Santa to bring us together. Owe the old man one.

You: Merry Christmas, Jake. 🎅

"Merry Christmas, y/n," Jake hums into your ear curling himself around your back.

One Year and Five Days Later

"Merry? This early? What time is it?" you croak back.

"5 am, my nieces and nephews are going to wake up shortly. "

"Thought I'd let you see what's in Santa's package," he says, trying not to laugh, as he lightly thrusts at you.

"Jacob Thomas Seresin, you got me, the ultimate Scrooge, to come to Texas for Christmas with you, bake cookies, cut down a tree, sing carols, and I'm even wearing Christmas pajamas with fucking elves on them that match your whole family, but I have to, have to draw the line at Christmas themed dirty talk."

You feel Jake's smile on your temple as you talk.

"I think you enjoy it, maybe even love Christmas a little now," Jake teases.

You roll over,

"I love you and you love Christmas, so therefore by transitive properties I should love Christmas."

He laughs,

"I'm glad this Christmas has been your best one yet."

"You're confident, maybe a little cocky, that this is my best Christmas ever," you tease.

"I mean, the bar was so low that I think I've knocked out of the park."

"You have, Jake. Thank you for doing all this for me, I might even be starting to like Christmas," you hold up your fingers, "A little bit."

Jake grins and kisses you as the door bursts open,

"Uncle Jake! Uncle Jake! Santa came last night," his five year old niece, Sophia, screams, knocking the last vestiges of sleep off your brain with her volume. You and Jake sit up as she bolts out the door to wake up the rest of the house.

Jake is looking at you, his heart warm, and it gets even warmer when he thinks of a small velvet box sitting under the tree with your name on it.

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chuck-snowbug · 5 months

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コーヒーのある食卓の風景・その３４２ - 何も添えぬ２０２３年の１１月編 - Coffee with Foods Part 342: November 2023

1: Coffee with Banana, Homemade Pickles, Milk Tea Pudding of "TEA MAISON KoKoTTe" & Yakult Y1000 + Tomato Juice - Breakfast

2: Coffee with Chikuwa Bread of "Kimuraya" & Pistachio Milk - Lunch

3: Coffee with Vanilla Pudding of "TEA MAISON KoKoTTe" - Coffee Break

4: Coffee with Milk & Vanilla Cookie of “ARPAJON” & Yakult Y1000 + Tomato Juice - Breakfast

5: Coffee with Almond, Pear, Custard Pudding & Yakult Y1000 + Tomato Juice - Breakfast

6: Cafe Au Lait with Banana, Persimmon, Matcha Geppei(Chinese Sweets) of "Kiyoken" & Yakult Y1000 + Tomato Juice - Breakfast

#coffee #コーヒー #fruits #custard pudding #japanese food

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withered-owll · 1 year

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„Good old days but not really…”

"The sun was slowly going down. Merchants were slowly closing their stalls and stores at the nearby market. To Xiyang, it was just another day of work in the tea shop owned by his buyer. He was about to place the last of the boxes filled with camomile tea from the latest delivery when he heard a familiar voice calling out to him from the distance. "Xiyang!" Another monkey with fur the color of Chinese almond cookies was running towards him, waving her hand with a big smile plastered on her face. Right after her followed a female demon with ghostly pale skin and short dark hair. One of her horns was broken off, but she didn't seem to mind. She followed the smaller monkey with an amused yet soft smile. "Huh?" The dark auburn monkey demon turned around. "Chu-Hua! Momo!" He exclaimed, placing the last box down with the rest, before the smaller monkey jumped onto him, hugging him tightly. A shy blush crept upon his cheeks as Chu-Hua squeezed him. "Are you done for today?" she asked, letting him go and taking a few steps back. "I'll have to check in with Master first to make sure he doesn't need anything else, why?" He tilted his head slightly. "Chu-Hua wanted to hand out since apparently it's been 'sooo looong' since we did," Momo chimed in, imitating Chu-Hua's voice, and approached the other two monkeys. "I don't sound like that!" The almond-furred monkey scowled, looking at her friend. "Sure you don't," the demon rolled her hyacinthine eyes at the other. making Xiyang let out a soft chuckle. Chu-Hua was about to say something else when they heard the ear-piercing sound of a horn. They all froze. All of the slaves in the village were being called to gather on the main street. Their celestial masters were going to conduct a weekly census earlier than expected."

Today I come to you with some OC stuff :3 I intoduce to you: Liling's adoptive parents- Xiyang and Chu-Hua along with their friend Momo :DD [I promise to someday learn how to draw backgtounds properly but for now this shall do!]

See ya next time! *skiddadles*

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