cooking injury

the first time bitty and jack ever Yell at each other (after they start dating) is when bitty is cutting onions and he rubs his eye like an idiot and then accidentally knocks over the pot of boiling water onto jack’s hand and it hurts so jack is like “BITS OW” and bitty is like “DONT YELL AT ME MY EYES ARE ON FIRE” and jack is like “YOU LITERALLY JUST BURNED ME”

and this sounds hilarious but theyre also both in pain and the food is burning and its really tense and eventually bitty sticks his and jack’s hands under faucet and theyre just standing there angrily with their hands under the faucet glaring at each other as the tension in the air starts to fade away but theyre both too stuborn to stop glaring.

and then jack realizes this is dumb and like does something cute like grabs bitty’s onion hands under the stream of the faucet and then theyre laughing and jack notices that bitty has tears in his eyes and he’s like

“hey dont cry, im sorry i yelled”

and bitty is like “thats really sweet honey but im crying because i got onion in my fucking eyes”

years down the line they tell their grandkids that their first fight ended in tears and a 2nd degree burn

Fluffy Aus Part 3

Is this on part 3 now? I think so someone correct me if I’m wrong

  • I saw this cool recipe video on facebook and invited you over to help me cook it and try it out and it took us three tries but hey, this one looks edible right?
    • We try one of those “drunk cooking” challenges and you end up with a nasty burn but nah I don’t think it needs the hospital and my food looks horrible but I bet it tastes better than yours
  • I need some help around my place moving heavy things/carrying heavy things and I’m way too weak for that so I rope you into helping me I may or may not have bribed you with goldfish and paying to rent a movie
  • I REALLY wanna cosplay as this character/be them for Halloween but it’d be a little sad without the person always attached at their hip, come do it with me
  • I hear screaming from my neighbour’s apartment so I run over to see what’s wrong and they’re standing on a chair while there’s a mouse on the floor wtf you’re huge why is this an issue
  • “Is that- is that my sweater?” “….this? Nooooooo” “It’s way too small/big for you” “I bought it that way leave me be” “I’m pretty sure it’s mine” “nope”
    • “You don’t even live with me??? How’d you get it???” “I didn’t bc it’s mine not yours”
  • Literal fluffy au. I ordered some pillow fluff online to fix up an old pillow but they sent me an industrial size bag. It’s everywhere. Help. I can’t see the windows anymore. Or the fridge. Someone save me.
  • “What do you mean I’m not allowed to buy an industrial sized bag of pillow fluff. I wanna put it on my floor and walk on it. Extreme plush carpet.” “No.”
  • “I- I was only gone for three days on a family vacation!! How did this happen?? There’s blue on the ceiling and what looks like Jello on the cupboards.” “Okay in my defense, this only happened like, two hours ago”

Yay! More fluff aus! Because the world always needs more of those :D Have a wonderful day everyone!!

~Mod Karissa

go home lost prince

catching up with one piece rn - cant believe I almost dropped it right before sanji’s arc 

hallellujah 

restaurant cook/prep cook prompts
  • I work as a cook at a restaurant and you’re the new waiter/waitress and I’m frustrated cause you’re cute but we hardly interact

  • I’m new here and I’m amazed at how fast you twist and turn to get stuff done in the kitchen (cue the “oh no he’s /she’s hot!”)

  • Our friends know eachother and we’re all hanging out and I catch a glimpse at your arms and wtf happens to you why do you have so many scars?! “I’m a cook.”

  • I’m a waitress that has liked you since I started but I’m worried cause you’re always here? Do you ever go home? You’re here when I come in and still here after my shift.

  • I’m new and at first you seemed super cold and mean but then a friend told me how much responsibility rests on your shoulders and I can’t help but admire how serious you are now.

  • I’m supposed to shadow you and learn the ropes of the kitchen but damn I can hardly keep up and I feel like a klutz. I know where nothing is and I’m slowing you down but you’re super nice and patient about this want to get something to eat later?

  • I’m the new dishwasher and you’re a prep cook and holy balls the restaurant is getting slammed and you help me out like a descending angel of mercy how are you so good at this I thought you’re a cook? “Everyone starts somewhere”

  • The restaurant we work at is attached to a hotel and there’s a wedding reception we’re catering to and usually I only see you in work clothes but now you’re dressed to serve in a waist coat and everything and damn you have a nice ass.

  • I don’t smoke but I join everyone at the back doors for a breath of fresh air and for once you’ve left the kitchen and standing back there too so I take the chance to talk to you and now we have a date.

  • I started a couple weeks ago and everything’s fine until a hot pan touches my arm. Holy fuck does it hurt and there’s no first aid here?! But you sit me down and where did you get that?! “I’ve been here long enough and hurt myself that I keep my burn creme and bandages in my locker.

  • (Can be connected to the previous one) Our mutual friends have us over to hang out and I bump you’re bag and a crap load of medical supplies fall out buT WAIT THERE’S A HUGE KNIFE WTF “I’m a cook and this is my work bag.”

  • Rule one, always call out when passing someone. I break rule one and we both end up running into eachother full force, and wow I didn’t mean to grab you like that.

  • I’m two inches too short for this kitchen and you come over to help me out but no I’ve got this…. Would you please grab that for me?

  • My shift is done and I’m on my way out but I hear you cursing someone name and swearing profusely. I come over to investigate only to fine you fighting with one of the ovens which you’ve named how cute are you.

  • I’m your roommate and I know you can cook why the hell do you eat so little/junk food?? “I work with food all day I’m sick of looking at it/don’t want to make anymore.”

  • (Also connected to the last one) I come home to find you eating mac and cheese and watching cooking shows and critiquing the food dude really? “Just cause I can’t afford to cook like that doesn’t mean I dont know how”
12 Dates of Christmas; Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Part 3 Outfit Set

Summary: AU. Dean and the reader are set up on a blind date a few weeks before Christmas, and things kind of seem too good to be true. They decide to have twelve dates beginning with their first and ending with Christmas, to see if spending all that time together will change their minds – and their feelings. 

Word Count: 1975

Warnings: More fluff, of course. This part also has some sad!reader with Dean comforting, mentions of emotionally difficult EMS calls but no injury details. Also had to include that meme about tactical boots in the graphic because it was my inspiration for one of Dean’s particular lines in this part of the story! 

Tags: @supernaturalfreewill​, @dashing-through-the-nope​, @kbrand0​ 

Also, must mention that I’ve reached 100 followers, yay! I’m doing drabbles and a Q&A to celebrate. Check it out here

Enjoy! 

Your name: submit What is this?

By the time you were up and ready to go for your next shift, there were several inches of snow on the ground. The morning weather man told you not only that more inches could be expected, but that under all that snow was a layer of ice.

“Great,” you mumbled to yourself. “More falls and car accidents.”

After turning off the TV and shutting off all the lights, you headed for your truck. Not for the first time, you were grateful for the heavy tactical boots that kept your feet warm while you worked on clearing the snow from your truck. It was already running to get warmed up, and if you were lucky, it would be toasty by the time you were ready to drive. You even got out a broom and swept out the bed of the truck, just for the extra few minutes of letting the engine warm up.

You closed up the tailgate and hadn’t even made it to the driver’s seat when the truck revved, rattled, and died.

“Come on,” you groaned, trying the ignition a couple of time. You heard some short grinding, but other than that, nothing happened.

This was not how you wanted to start your day.

You called Ethan first; he was already the next county over, not far from the station – too far to turn back and not be late to work himself. You tried calling Mandy, but that lucky girl must have been still sleeping. Your father and brothers were your next call, but they had left earlier that morning for a weekend hunting trip. It was too early for the snow to bring them back and, quite frankly, probably not enough snow.

Taking a deep breath and praying he wouldn’t think you were already being needy, you dialed Dean’s number.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he greeted.

“Good morning,” you smiled into the phone. “Listen, I’m just going to cut right to the chase and if I’m crazy for calling you about this, you can tell me.”

“I’m listening.”

“My truck won’t start. It was running fine this morning while I cleared the snow, then it just quit out.”

You heard him swallow and wondered if he was enjoying a hot cup of coffee. “Is it turning over at all?”

Thank goodness for all those hours in the garage with your dad. “Not really. My guess is starter or alternator.”

“All right. Give me a bit to stop by the garage and I’ll be over.”

“Are you sure?”

“One-hundred percent, Y/N. Send me your address, okay? And don’t wait outside. You’ll freeze. I’ll call you when I’m close.”

“Thanks, Dean. I really appreciate this.”

“Not a problem.”

You disconnected the call and texted Ethan to update him on the situation. One of the medics on the schedule opposite yours had offered to stay until you could get there; you’d just have to stay for the first few hours of his shift the next day. That was a deal you were willing to take if it meant you weren’t stirring up too much trouble at work.

You’d had another cup of coffee and put one in the to-go cup from Dean’s house you had washed and had ready to hand back to him. Now you could return the favor of a warm drink in the cold weather.

“This is great,” he said, accepting the drink as soon as you handed it over to him.

“Hope it’s how you like it.”

“Oh, if it’s coffee, it’s how I like it,” he smiled before leaning down to kiss you quickly. “Good morning.”

“Good morning.” Despite the rough morning, this man had you smiling. You followed him to your truck where he had already set out tools and parts. “I can help.”

“Good. The extra set of hands will be helpful.”

Your keys were still in the ignition tumbler, so Dean tried a few times to start the truck. When he finally climbed out, he put the new starter back in his truck.

“It’s the alternator.”

“You’re sure?” you asked, raising your brow.

Dean looked back at you. “You’re doubting me? Y/N, I’m an expert.”

You giggled. “All right, all right, if you say so. Let’s just get the sucker changed out.”

With the two of you working together to get the truck back up and running, the pick-up was purring again in no time.

“I can’t thank you enough!” You threw your arms around Dean’s neck from excitement. “My hero!”

Dean’s arms found their way around your waist, and he kissed you sweetly. “And my princess wears tactical boots. I like it.”

You laughed and hugged him tighter, wishing that neither of you had other obligations to the world. You still had ten dates to go, and you had no problem with the idea of just spending the next ten days with this man.

“So you’re working later tomorrow morning,” Dean recounted. “How about I’ll meet you here for breakfast, then you can take your nap?”

“That sounds absolutely perfect. I’ll text you when I’m leaving the station.”

With a kiss goodbye, he helped you into your truck, thanked you again for the coffee, and got in his own truck, waiting for you to pull out of the driveway before following suit.

***

Winter always brought difficult calls, so you prepared for the usual falls and car accidents, maybe even some domestic dispute injuries. Cooking and baking injuries were inevitable. Hypothermic patients were a possibility, you supposed, with all of the ice and snow. Who knew what else the holiday season would throw at you.

Your shift with Ethan brought on all the normal calls. One vehicle collision that left an elderly couple in serious condition was rough, although the doctors were sure when you left the hospital that they would be fine.

“Cheer up, Y/N,” Ethan prodded on your way back to the EMS station. “They’re going to be okay.”

“I know,” you sighed. “But every call is different.”

“I get ya,” he replied, more sympathetically this time. “And you’re stressed from this morning, too. That doesn’t help.”

You snorted. “You know me well.”

“I’d hope so, by now,” Ethan laughed. “Hey, why don’t you text Mr. Wonderful. I’ll be he’s got a smooth line to cheer you up.”

You snickered, but he had a point. Deciding you’d do just that, you fished your phone out of your pocket and typed out a quick message to Dean.

Really looking forward to breakfast with you.

It was after business hours on a Friday evening, but you had no idea if he would be able to reply right away. The man, however, did not disappoint you.

Me either, pretty girl. Rough day or just looking forward to it?

Both.

The exchange went on for a little bit, definitely lifting your spirits. Before you made it back to the station, however, dispatch sent you on another call.

“Gonna be a busy night,” Ethan commented, turning on the lights and sirens.

“Awesome,” you said sarcastically, pulling up the navigation system before grabbing for a pair of nitrile gloves.

***

The rest of your regular shift was not nearly as emotionally taxing. It was that last call, the one you were sent on during the hours you were staying late, that stayed with you. You didn’t even want to recount the details when you left the station late Saturday morning and called your father to check-in like you always did. It was too much.

As you neared your house, you dialed Dean’s number. Breakfast still sounded amazing, and you knew he’d cheer you up, but with the mood you were in, maybe it was better to wait until you’d had some sleep. You had the next four days off, so there was plenty of time to see Dean before you went back to work.

He answered the phone on the second ring. “Hey! Are you hungry?”

“Yeah. Thank goodness I’m just a couple blocks from home.”

There was a pause on the other end of the phone. “You sound tired.”

“I am,” you said, sucking in a deep breath. As you turned onto your street, you noticed an extra vehicle in your driveway. “Are you already at my house?”

“Yeah, sorry about that. I just wanted to surprise you a little bit. I can go …”

“No,” you said quickly. “Please. Stay.”

Neither of you said anything as you pulled into your driveway, but you both disconnected the call. Dean was out of his truck first, waiting at the top of the driveway as you dragged your tired body out of your own truck and shoved your keys in your pocket.

“You okay?” Dean frowned, seeing the tears welling in your eyes.

You shrugged. “It was a rough shift. There was this older couple, and they’ll be okay, but she was really scared, and he couldn’t respond well enough to make her feel better. It was sad. Then, on our last call during my extra hours, there was this kid …” You shook your head, still not able to recall the details.

“C’mere,” Dean beckoned quietly, pulling you to his chest and letting you cry it out.

***

Once you were calmed down and both of you were in the house, you thanked Dean for letting you get that out of your system.

“And on my favorite t-shirt, too,” Dean teased. “Really though, I’m glad you let me be here for you. That’s a step in the right direction.”

You took a deep breath, untucking your uniform shirt from the black pants you wore. Heaving yourself up on the counter in the kitchen you nodded. “I think you’re right. I really appreciate you being here. Have to admit, I don’t think I’m super hungry right now.”

“It’s okay,” Dean assured. “I actually woke up at two this morning so that I’d be tired enough to nap with you. I don’t know how you do this twenty-four hour business because it’s only been, what, nine hours? And I’m ready to crash.”

You raised your brow. “You want to nap with me?”

Dean smiled, walking over to where you sat and kissing your forehead. “I want to take a nap with you. When you wake up, I’ll make you chocolate-chip-banana pancakes, and we’ll be lazy and watch Christmas movies for the rest of the day.”

“Wow, Winchester,” you grinned, “I think you’ve nailed Date Number Three.”

He grinned as he leaned in to kiss you. “Can we schedule Date Number Four?”

“I’m off until Wednesday, actually, because I’ve done my four-shifts-on, so, yes, I’d say we can do that.”

“Great. You go get comfortable, I’ll lock up the house and meet you back in the living room.”

You squealed in excitement, running off for your bedroom. You changed into a t-shirt and sweats, brushed and braided your hair, and then stopped in your tracks.

Was Dean planning on napping with you … in your bed?

You made way for the living room to talk to him about that, but Dean had beat you to the punch. While you’d been changing clothes and getting ready for sleep, Dean had gone out to his truck for the extra sheets and blankets he brought with him, and made a sleeping area on the floor for the two of you. You could have cried again, but you kept your happy tears at bay.

He grinned over at you and your delighted expression, looking like a little kid whose mother just put his artwork on the refrigerator for everyone to see. He was proud of himself.

“So, I did good?” he asked as you two cuddled under the warm blankets.

You nodded. “You did good, Sparky.”

He pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead, then to your lips. “Good night, Y/N.”

You snuggled against his chest. “Night, Dean.”

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Chicken Soup for the Jedi Soul - Chapter 1 - Redrikki - Star Wars: Rebels [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 5/5
Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla, Kanan Jarrus & Garazeb “Zeb” Orrelios, Kanan Jarrus & Sabine Wren, Ezra Bridger & Kanan Jarrus, C1-10P | Chopper & Kanan Jarrus
Characters: Kanan Jarrus, Hera Syndulla, Garazeb “Zeb” Orrelios, Sabine Wren, Ezra Bridger, C1-10P | Chopper
Additional Tags: Food as a Metaphor for Love, Space family, Space Family Feels, Blind Character, Injury Recovery, Cooking
Summary:

Four meals Kanan made for his crew and one he made for himself.

Chapter 1 - Get a man who can do both, in which Kanan seduces Hera with his amazing panna cakes.

Chapter 2 - Meat and Sarcasm Guys, in which Kanan and Zeb bond over the grill.

Chapter 3 - Tastes Like Teen Spirit in which Kanan heats Sabine some leftovers.

Chapter 4 - Zen and the Art of Noodle Making in which Kanan teaches Ezra his first lesson.

Chapter 5 - Blind Taste Test in which Kanan makes panna cakes after Malachor.

I was gonna write another headcanon post but Tumblr crashed so Taako’s hands are kinda calloused from years of travelling and cooking. He’s probably got a lot of burn scars and scars from injuries while cooking and Kravitz absolutely adores Taako’s hands.
They’re so warm and always smell of some mixture of spices and seasoning and are so interesting to look at and kiss, each texture is so different and he falls in love with Taako’s hands immediately.

Imagine your OTP living together for the first time and realizing neither one of them can cook. They spend weeks together trying to learn how from the internet.

Bonus 1: Person A ends up being extremely good at it, while person B remains terrible at it.
Bonus 2: Person B somehow gets gradually worse at cooking (i.e. burns themselves more frequently, starts fires by mistake, melting pans or spatulas), and person A always rushes over to make sure they’re okay and nurses their burns.

OT3 Bonus: Person C is the one showing person A and B how to cook.

anonymous asked:

Can you do Zen when MC suddenly becomes strangely clingy? Like, they're just in a great mood and decided to start giving him a whole bunch of affection?

like this *jazz hands*

• Zen was in the kitchen cooking some food when suddenly!!

• A wild MC appeared! 

• MC used sneaky cuddle attack! 

• It was SUPER EFFECTIVE! 

• but please refrain of doing this irl or be careful if the person is cooking to avoid injuries such as… burn your hand… knifes are dangerous too

!!!!!! “My love!!! What’s gotten into you?”

• All he received as answer was lots of “i just love you” and “lovely zen i just wanna hug youuu~”

• not that he complains. This boy is a cuddle bug

• he notices that they have a smile of their face and just seem so happy about something and that makes him happy

• if his love is happy then he is happy! 

• he will end up stop making dinner and picking them up in his arms, still holding them close, and then proceed the cuddling on the couch

• with MC on top they’d just press butterfly kisses all over his face and compliment him, nuzzle his neck 

• zen is a blushing mess. he did not expect such attention. his heart is going ba-dump ba-dump max speed

• in the end they ordered takeout, the ingredients for the cooking long forgotten…