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i’m cinnamon or cinna! i’m 21, aroace, & go by they / she / he pronouns! i write a lot of headcanon sets, and i watch a shit ton of isekai! i also play a lot of otome! writing schedule is a bit sporadic due to work & uni ! lovely to meet you !! (also if u recognize me from one of my other writing blogs uhhh no u don’t <3 /lh)

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hi, i'm honeycomb or honey! i'm 23 & use they/them pronouns only! i adore writing headcanons with drabbles, and i love all things singing and musicals with a passion! nice to meet you!!

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[bunnys-kisses]

I LOVE YOU AND ALL YOUR WORK THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH YOU DESERVE ALL THE KISSES IN THE WORLD YOU ARE A GENIUS

could i pleeaaasee get a vanilla cheesecake, berry trifle, and blueberry muffins with a side of bubble tea and a milkshake with toto? 🥹🍰🧋(sorry if it's too big of an order 😭 feel free not to serve all of them if you don't want to!

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want to submit your own order? then check out the menu for more information! hit me up with your requests! thank you to @forza55 for the request! i love what you've submitted to me and i hope you love the fic in return! thank you! thank you!

vanilla cheesecake ("where are your manners?") + berry trifle ("wrong. try again.") + bubble tea (daddy kink) + milkshake (size kink) served by toto wolff (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, size kink, daddy kink, dom/sub, dom!toto, sub!reader, age gap (20/50), oral sex (toto receives), punishments, dirty talk, references to sugar daddy

"princess." he said as he leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed. you two were in italy for the weekend. not for any particular race, but rather for a small getaway before he went back to his duties as the head principal.

you two had gone out for the night, the summer air of the coast felt good on your warm skin for the day at the beach. but, over dinner, you were so talkative to the waiter.

you flashed him your lovely smile and seemed to be more focused on him than your lover across from you. well, that was what toto thought. in reality you knew the waiter, he was studying abroad and went to the same university you went to. you were more catching up than flirting.

but your older boyfriend could tell that the other man wanted more than a few extra euros. he could see him staring at your cleavage peeking out of your dress. but you believed it was all in toto's head.

now back at the hotel room you were staying at, you were knelt between his legs, where you belonged. he sighed and asked, "where are your manners? you don't go around flirting with strange men, they could hurt you, princess."

"toto-"

"wrong. try again." he corrected you. now was not the time to call him by his proper name. not when you've been misbehaving so much this evening. he gripped onto the back of your head and said, "not the right name."

you looked up at him, trying to give him your best puppy dog eyes. you said, "sorry, daddy. i promise he wasn't going to hurt me! i knew him from school."

toto gripped a little harder and said, "you need to learn to behave, little one. the more you act out, the harder the punishments will get. and i don't want to have to tie you up for being such a little brat."

"i'm sorry, daddy. really, i didn't know." you pouted at him and you then rubbed your cheek up against his inner thigh.

he sighed and pushed your face a little closer to the bulge in his slacks, "you've been a bad girl, princess. i treat you so good and i expect obedience in return." he rubbed your face up against the front of his pants and you whimpered.

"i'm sorry, daddy." you whimpered as you felt his cock twitched against your face. when he let you go, you moved your head back and started to work on getting his fly open.

"see, i know you can be my sweet princess." he said softly, "you can be so good for me." he cupped your face and brought it closer to his now exposed cock. and you took that as permission to start to suck him off.

your wrapped your lips around his cock and started to move your head quickly, mindful of your teeth. you whimpered and felt heat curled in your gut as you gave him head.

you had to be mindful of your teeth or toto would give your behind a good few slaps. you groaned against his cock and felt the spit on your chin as you tried to get the tip the back of your throat.

"i know you can be good for me. i spend a lot to keep you happy, princess." he shifted in his seat as you took him to the root. your eyes closed and he groaned, "you're meant to look pretty on your knees and let me fuck you."

he continued to rock your head against his cock, feeling your lips on his length. it felt very good.

"i like when you're my princess, when i get to spoil you and make you feel good." he tapped you on the nose, "it's hard do that when you are trying to seduce other men."

you knew that toto spoiled you, he loved how sweet you were to him (when you were good) and he in turn spoiled the daylights out of you. he wanted to make sure that you were well behaved, it was hard to do that when he thought you were being a total slut.

bad, bad girl. his naughty little princess.

he watched you take down his cock like a champ and felt his heart racing in his chest. you felt like a dream about his cock, the shiver slid down his spine and he could feel the throb in his body.

"beautiful." he groaned, "you know how badly i need you, you are such a good girl. but, i can only spoil you when you behave, correct?"

you looked at him and rubbed your thighs together. you nodded with his cock in your throat as you felt the heat in your belly. your cheeks felt stained with a blush as he continued to hit the back of your throat.

spit stained your chin as you tried to keep up with his aggressive pace. the sweat on your back felt noticeable the more you orally pleasured him. the entire feeling left you yearning for more.

you knew that if you behaved then you'd get all the orgasms you needed. you felt the pleasure in your blood as you maintained eye contact with your lover. he moved your head to his liking.

he looked down at you and swallowed, "see, this is how you behave, princess." then gave you a few taps on the face that made your stomach curl with an intense need.

you whined a little and shifted on your knees. you held onto his strong thighs. toto was big in so many ways, he practically had to bend down to kiss you, his cock always felt too big in your pussy and even bigger in your throat. those large hands could do some damage when they landed on your backside. you were so small compared to him, and he loved that.

after all, you were his princess.

you whined around his cock once more and felt it shoved into your throat. you felt tears in your eyes as his pace got more aggressive, he knew he was going to cum.

"finally behaved for me."

you felt warmth in your gut from his compliment. he could be so sweet to you, even when he was choking you with his cock.

he pushed the tip as far as it would get and came down your throat. you almost choked on it cum down your throat, you whimpered and felt your eyes sting. when he let go of your head, you sputtered and coughed. your chest was heaving as he looked at you.

"daddy."

he licked his lips and said, "i know, princess. i know it is hard for girls like you to behave. you need a strong hand to guide you. my stupid little schatzi." he chuckled and little before he grabbed a hold of you to put you onto his lap.

his softening, leaky cock was pressed against your behind. be careful there princess don't him excited or you'll be spending the rest of your time in italy between the sheets <3

[coffee-and-tea-time]

🂠 ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ 🂠 Tea party menu🂠 ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ 🂠

Coffee speaking! Tea speaking! Twins speaking!

We have a various kinds of tea, chai latte is my personal favorite tho

Come on Dear, take a sit with us in this tea party! If you rather coffee, of course we have!

We have a lot of little treats to share with you as well!

Maybe is someone's happy not-birthday? oh, its our not-birthday too!

So, tell us, what do you wish to have?

🍅 Fruit salad:

INTRO POST

🍋 Lemon:

edit! Not really bullys

human! Lemon + silly edit

wish I was your safe space

🍓 Strawberry:

edit! Not really bullys

🍈 Melon:

Sweet sweet rain

🍏 Green Apple:

edit! Not really bullys

🍍 Pineapple:

edit! Interruption

better that sleeping pills

➤ keep pretending

➤ Say something

do you notice?

human! Pin

🫀Lovesick!:

You need a proper care, Dear (Lovesick! Doctor)

Can't you stay longer? (Lovesick! Patient x Reader.)

💐 Hanahaki killer:

Imagine if hanahaki isn't a sickness but a serial killer

❄️ Backrooms:

liminal space single daddy introduction post

🏪 The yandere shop:

welcome to the shop! What are you looking for?

Sneak peek of the first encounters

Out of the menu, still the choice (the seller post)

🎪 Circus:

Why being a side character when you can have the spotlight?

Oh, and if you don't find that little something you're searching for...

You can always sit and ask/sugest us, dont be shy, Dear. Although we express differently, we share our only braincell.

So come sit with us and enjoy this little tea party we prepared for you, with all the sweets and the sours too!

Ah, last but not least, english isn't our first language, probably you all will find weird things in my posts lol, y si prefieren leer algo en español, también pueden pedirnos usarlo si hacen un ask, acá está el intro post en español.

Our beloved neighbors that come to celebrate their not birthday with us! (anon list):

🧸 anon

🍰 anon

🥞anon

Do you also want to celebrate your not birthday? Of course, come with us, my brother makes the best brownie ever, you should try it!

[gabessquishytum]

I think not enough people have come to talk to you about chubby Hob. So I am here to push the chubby!Hob agenda!!

Human au maybe, where Hob has a long and storied past. He was homeless for a bit, he was food insecure for longer. And now that he's settled and secure in a decent flat with a good job (maybe this is an au where he's the chef at the New Inn?) He has to keep his pantry full. And he always cleans his plate. No leftovers in this house. He was intense about it for a while and it was maybe hoarding and binging, but he's got it mostly under control now. He just likes to know he won't go hungry. The side effect of this is he's put on some weight. He's got a belly, his thighs and arms are thick. He's honestly pretty happy with it, since it's more proof he isn't starving anymore.

Enter Dream. Dream is depressed and introverted at the best of times. But he's just gotten out of an abusive workplace that had him so anxious he wasn't eating and hes... kind of forgotten food can be enjoyable. Death takes him to the New Inn to get him out more, to coax him into trying something new. Dream orders the safest sounding thing on the menu. Something simple. And when it comes out it smells amazing, and when Dream picks off the tiniest bite to try it, it's incredible. He's ruined for this dish from anywhere else. Death watches him eat an entire plate of food for the first time in months and insists the chef come out so they can thank him personally.

And Hob and Dream lock eyes and sparks fly. Dream comes back and orders the same dish every day for lunch for 2 weeks until one day Hob sends out the usual and an extra side. The waiter hands him a napkin from Hob to go with the side that has "trust me" written on it in sharpie. And that's how Dream starts trying more things on the menu. Until one day Dream asks the waiter what dish he's been given to try today and the waiter says it isn't on the menu. They'll go ask Hob about it. Hob comes out and says it's an exclusive that Dream will only see again if he let's Hob take him on a date and cook him dinner personally.

🍰🐲

I see the words Chubby Hob, I light up like a christmas tree.

I love the idea of Hob being the new inn's chef, that feels so perfect! I bet he would find a lot of comfort in having this kitchen which is just as well stocked as his own kitchen upstairs, full of ingredients, and he can cook all day and make himself snacks and little meals during the quiet spots in the day, and also snacks for all the staff members. It soothes the part of his brain that is still cold and scared. And he doesn't mind that he'll always have a bit of a thing about food, because he's safe now. He can eat nice things and buy new jeans when he needs a size up. It's all good.

And when he sees Dream, he implicitly wants to make everything ok for him. And make food for him. Hot pies, lasagna, fish and chips. He just wants Dream to feel warm and safe, like Hob does now! It's not like he can fix everything, but maybe he can give Dream a little bit of hope?

Ultimately it doesn't take much to convince Dream to shyly head up the stairs to Hob’s flat, and sit at the kitchen table in the warm lamplight while Hob cooks dinner for them both. Hob even baked biscuits for Dream to nibble while he waits. Maybe while he's exploring the flat Dream finds a few pictures of a hollow cheeked, painfully thin looking Hob, and everything starts to make sense.

They have a little cuddle on the sofa after dinner, and Dream gets to curl up against Hob’s warm soft belly. He feels very safe there, with Hob’s arms wrapped around him. He likes the way Hob is padded and squishy with no hard edges, and Dream can just sink into him. Neither of them are really thinking about sex but much later, Dream will definitely fantasise about grabbing that soft belly, maybe rutting against it, maybe biting it.....

And maybe he'll get a little healthy meat on his bones too. Dream definitely wouldn't be mad about it if the results of all Hob’s good food start to show on his body. In fact, he might be a bit proud.

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Cooking Up Love, Chapter 6

Pairing: Chef!Matt Murdock x F!Journalist!Reader

Rating: T

Story Summary: Here 

Warnings/Tags: Hallmark levels of fluffy, cheesy goodness (and speed that their relationship develops, lol), No use of Y/N, Matt is not a vigilante, Denial is not just a river in Egypt, Idiots in love

Word Count: ~3700

A/N: Here we are with the next chapter! I had to split this day into 2 chapters, so the 2nd half is coming soon!

(And as always, thanks to @theradioactivespidergwen for the super cute divider!)

Tag List: @yarrystyleeza @hailey-murdock @mattkinsella @bellaxgiornata @danzer8705 @chezagnes @shouldbestudying41 @thepunisherfrankcastle @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment

No need to rush, they just opened, you told yourself as you headed to Daredevil the next morning. 

You had awoken early and in an effort to keep yourself busy (and distracted from thinking about Matt too much) you had done a load of laundry, straightened your living area, rearranged your kitchen cabinets, and had begun cleaning out your closet.

Finally it was time to leave for Daredevil, so you had taken a quick shower and gotten ready, then hurried out the door.

You slowed down and took a deep breath as you reached the restaurant, then headed inside. 

Karen looked up and smiled. "Hi!" she said. "Matt said you had mentioned coming by today."

You nodded. "Yeah, I loved the crepes he made yesterday during the cooking demo he did for me, so I definitely couldn't resist coming back for brunch."

"Well I know Matt definitely appreciates it." Karen grabbed a menu. "Right this way."

She led you through the smattering of diners to a small table near the kitchen. "Can I get you something to drink? Water, coffee, juice… champagne?"

"Just some orange juice would be fine," you replied as you sat. "Thanks."

Karen nodded. "Okay, I'll let Matt know that you're here then I'll be right back with that."

You smiled. "Thanks so much, Karen."

You looked down at the menu as Karen headed to the kitchen. You were definitely planning on getting the crepes, but you wanted to try something else alongside them. Steak and eggs, french toast, southern-style grits… oh, maybe an omelet?

You read through the omelet choices, finally settling on a 'create your own' style made with your favorite ingredients.

A minute later, Karen returned with your juice. "Here you go. Matt said he'll come say hi as soon as he can. In the meantime, are you ready to order?"

You nodded. "That's okay, I understand that he's busy. And yeah, I'm ready."

Karen pulled out a notepad and pencil. "Okay, what can I getcha?"

"I'd like an omelet, please." You listed off the ingredients you wanted in your omelet, briefly pausing in-between so Karen could write them down. "And a side order of the breakfast crepes."

Karen nodded. "Got it. Okay, I'll get this put in for you."

"Thanks."

You looked around the small restaurant as you waited. While it wasn't completely empty, there were only about a half-dozen tables that were occupied by couples and families. Granted, it was only about 20 minutes after opening, so you figured the after-church crowd hadn't yet descended upon the neighborhood but that it would fill up soon.

After a few minutes, Karen stopped by your table. "Doing okay?"

You nodded. "Yeah, just fine."

"Great. Your food will be out in just a minute."

"Okay. Thanks."

Your phone buzzed with a text message.

Skyler: Remind me why I agreed to take over Lifestyles from you? I'm about to die of boredom at this fundraiser for the senior center.

You shook your head with a grin. Because it was a permanent position and paid a lot more than your old internship.

Skyler: Oh that's right. Thanks. 

You huffed out a laugh. No problem.

Skyler: What are you up to today?

I'm at Daredevil having brunch. Matt did a cooking demo for me yesterday morning and made the absolute best crepes I've ever had in my life, so I decided to come back today and try something else on the menu.

Skyler: Like some of Chef Hottie's cake? 🍰🍑

You huffed out a laugh. Pretty sure that's not on there. 

Skyler: But it might be on the *secret* menu… 😉 And wait, he's *Matt* now? 👀 When did that happen?

Yesterday. He said that I could call him by his first name. But that doesn't mean anything because even if I *was* interested, which I'm not saying I *am*, he's been nothing but strictly professional towards me the entire week.

Skyler: Mmhmm. Methinks thou dost protest too much. Anyway, I gotta run, they're about to start the auction.

Okay, talk to you later.

You shook your head as you locked your phone back. There wasn't any point in letting yourself fall for Matt since he clearly wasn't interested.

"Create-your-own omelet and a side of crepes?"

You looked up as Matt's voice broke through your thoughts. 

Your heart fluttered. He was back in his red chef's coat, but instead of making him look fearsome and intimidating as it had the day you had met him, today it made him look professional and suave. "Matt, hi."

Matt set your plate down in front of you, a bright smile on his face. "Hi. How are you?"

"I'm good. How are you today?"

"I'm good too. Thanks for coming by."

You nodded. "Of course. I definitely wasn't going to pass up a chance to try some more of your food."

Matt's smile widened into a grin. "Well good, because I was actually wondering if you were busy tomorrow evening."

You shook your head. "No, I'm not busy. Why?"

"I was thinking maybe you'd like to come by and help me test out some new recipes? It'd be helpful to get an outside opinion on some of the things we're considering adding to the menu."

You smiled. "Yeah, I'd love to."

"Great. And, uh, I was also wondering what you were doing this afternoon?"

You shook your head again. "No big plans for today, either."

"I really enjoyed my time with you at the farmer's market yesterday, so I thought maybe you wouldn't mind accompanying me while I ran my after-work errands?" Matt bit his lip. "You don't have to, of course, I just thought it might be beneficial to your article to spend some more time with me outside of the kitchen."

You smiled. You couldn't ignore the fact that your article would be due soon, so you were happy to spend whatever time with Matt as you could until then. "No, I don't mind at all. It would actually be really helpful to get some more insight as to who you are when you're not working."

Matt gestured back towards the kitchen. "Speaking of the kitchen, I should get back in it, but can you meet me back here after closing? Say, around 3:30?"

You nodded. That would give you plenty of time to do the few things you still needed to do around your apartment. "That sounds good. Want me to text you when I'm nearby?"

Matt nodded. "Yeah, that'd be great."

"Okay, I'll see you later then."

"Okay. Enjoy your meal."

As Matt headed back to work, you cut a piece of your omelet and blew on it slightly to cool it before taking a bite. Of course it's amazing.

You had no idea how Matt could make something as simple as eggs taste so good, but he definitely had. The omelet was perfectly cooked with just the right proportion of salt and pepper to cheese and fillings. 

"How is everything?" Karen asked as she stopped by your table.

"Oh my gosh, it's so good." You took a sip of your juice. "Everything is great."

Karen nodded. "Good. Let me know if you need anything else for now."

"Actually, you can go ahead and bring my bill if you don't mind."

"Okay, sure thing."

You continued eating as Karen left once again, trying to not audibly moan at how good the crepes also were. Definitely going to have to mention how great the food is here in my article.

Karen stopped by to drop your bill off. "Here you go," she said, setting the folio with your bill on your table. "No rush."

You nodded. "Thanks."

You finished your food then picked up the bill.

Your brow furrowed. This can't be right.

Luckily, Karen was walking right past you. "Hey, Karen?"

Karen stopped at your table. "Yeah?"

You slid your bill over to her. "I think my bill is wrong."

Karen looked at it. "No, that's correct. Matt said it's on him today."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "Oh. Well, that was very generous of him."

Karen shrugged, a tiny smile playing across her lips. "Matt's like that."

You smiled. You were sure he had comped your meal because of your article, but the gesture was still nice. "I'll have to thank him later."

Karen turned as the bell above the front door chimed. "I better get back up front to go seat these customers, but I'll see you later?"

You nodded. "Thanks, Karen."

You looked back at your bill, then grabbed a pen out of your purse. Thanks for the wonderful service! you wrote on your receipt, then tucked $30 into the folio, figuring that the cost of your meal could at least go towards Karen's tips.

You stuck your pen and wallet back in your purse then grabbed your phone.

You glanced towards the kitchen before sending Matt a text. Thank you so much for brunch! Everything was great. See you this afternoon.

You stuck your phone in your pocket and stood, then headed towards the door. "Thanks again, Karen," you said as you passed by the host stand.

"No problem," Karen replied. "See ya."

Your phone chimed with an incoming message.

Chef Murdock (Matt): You're very welcome, and I'm glad to hear you enjoyed everything. See you this afternoon.

You locked your phone back and stuck it in your pocket as you headed towards home with a smile on your face. 

"Man, I think that's the fastest we've ever gotten through closing," Foggy remarked as he and Matt finished packing up the last few containers to take over to the soup kitchen at Clinton Church. "I might actually have time to visit with my folks a bit before we sit down for Sunday supper."

Matt nodded. "Tell them hi for me."

"You know, you're always welcome to join us after you get done."

Matt shook his head, trying to keep the smile that wanted to form off of his lips. "Actually, I uh, I have plans after that."

Foggy chuckled. "Do these 'plans' happen to be with a certain journalist from the Bulletin?"

Matt's brow furrowed. "How'd you know?"

"Because you've been on cloud nine ever since you personally brought her order out to her this morning and comped her bill." Foggy chuckled. "I thought you were going to sprint out of here as soon as you had her omelet ready."

Matt shrugged. "Even though she's writing a profile on me she's still going to mention the food, so I wanted her to get her order as fresh as possible. And I thought it would be helpful for her article to spend time with me outside of the kitchen, so I asked her to accompany me on my errands this afternoon."

Foggy chuckled. "Uh huh, sure , Matty, it's all because of her article, not because you've got a thing for her."

Matt shook his head. "I don't -- it's not a thing." 

"Mmhmm, keep telling yourself that, buddy." Foggy patted him on the shoulder. "Listen, I gotta run so I can get to my parents' before my brothers eat all of my mom's potato bread, but we're continuing this conversation on Tuesday."

Matt grinned. Mrs. Nelson's homemade potato bread was the stuff of legends and as much as he had tried, he couldn't quite replicate it. "Okay, have a good one."

After Foggy had left, he pulled out his phone and dictated a text to you. Hey, we finished closing up earlier than usual, so if you're free now you can come on by.

A few seconds later, his phone chimed with a reply. That sounds great! I'll be there in about 10 minutes.

Matt grinned. Sounds good.

He grabbed his gym bag and the cart of food containers, then turned off the kitchen lights and headed towards the front of the restaurant. 

He smiled as he heard you approach, waiting until you knocked softly on the door before walking over to let you in.

"Hey, ready to go?" you said. 

Matt nodded. "Yeah, just give me a second."

He set the alarm then wheeled the cart of food containers outside before locking the door. "Okay, all set."

"So where are we headed?" you asked. 

"First stop is Clinton Church. I volunteer to cook for the soup kitchen every Sunday after service."

"Oh, that's so sweet of you."

Matt shrugged. "It's my way of giving back to the community."

You reached for the cart handle. "Here, I'll get this cart for you."

Matt smiled. "Thanks."

"No problem. Lead the way."

Matt took his cane out of his pocket and unfolded it, then the two of you headed down the street. "So, how has your day been?" Matt asked as they walked. 

"It's been good," you replied. "Started some housekeeping this morning and finished it up this afternoon. How was your day?"

"It was fine. Service went smoothly."

"That's good. By the way, I appreciate you comping my meal. You really didn't have to do that."

Matt shook his head. Karen had told him that you had left the full amount plus tip anyway. "It was my pleasure, really."

You hummed. "Looking forward to your day off?"

Matt nodded. "Yeah, even though I don't actually take the day off it's nice to have the time to just be alone in the kitchen and experiment with new flavors."

"That does sound exciting." You paused as the two of you stopped at a crosswalk. "I'm looking forward to trying out some of your new dishes."

Matt smiled. "I'm looking forward to it too."

"So have you ever had any culinary disasters?"

"Oh, tons, especially when I first started cooking. I once accidentally added garlic salt instead of sugar to a cake recipe."

You let out a light laugh. "Oh my gosh, that sounds awful."

Matt nodded, grinning at the memory. "I started labeling all of my containers after that."

The two of you continued on towards Clinton Church. 

"Okay," Matt said once the two of you had arrived. "We're heading this way."

He led you down a sidewalk towards the soup kitchen. "Okay, here we are."

He opened the door and gestured for you to go in. "After you."

"Thanks." 

Matt waited until you had wheeled the cart inside, then followed.

He could hear voices coming from the kitchen area. "This way."

"...Yes, that would be fine. Thank you, Sister Frances. Matthew, hello!" Father Lantom said as Matt and you walked around the serving area towards the kitchen. "I wasn't expecting you quite yet."

Matt nodded. "Yes, we finished our closing duties a bit earlier than usual, so I figured I'd just make everything over here rather than at the restaurant."

"Ah, I see. And I also see that you brought us some extra help today as well! I'm Father Lantom, the pastor here."

You introduced yourself. "It's nice to meet you, Father."

"Nice to meet you too. I certainly appreciate you coming today."

"It's not a problem. I'm happy to help out in any way I can."

"Well that's wonderful. I have a few administrative tasks to handle, so I'll leave you two to it. Matthew, let me know if you need anything."

Matt nodded. "Thanks, Father."

He folded his cane up and put it in his pocket, then took the cart from you and wheeled it into the kitchen. 

You moved to wash your hands. "Alright, Chef, put me to work."

Matt smiled, his heart warming at how eager you were to help. "Would you set the oven to 350 for me then cut up some cucumbers and tomatoes for a salad?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Okay, great." Matt took a couple of bowls out from under the counter and gave them a rinse in the sink. "You can just put them in these once you've got them all done."

"How do you want the tomatoes cut?"

"Wedges would be fine -- like in eighths, and about half-inch slices for the cucumbers."

"Okay."

Matt got to work seasoning the chicken he had brought for the night's dinner, smiling to himself as he heard you humming softly under your breath.

He felt a pang in his chest. As hard as he had worked to get where he was in his career, he missed having someone to share his joy of cooking with. There was Foggy and Karen, of course, but as much as Matt loved his friends he wanted someone special to cook for, someone to come home to.

…He wanted you.

Matt mentally shook his head, determined to get the melodic sound of your voice out of his mind. Don't get distracted. That's where mistakes happen. Deal with it later.

He finished prepping the chicken and set it on a baking sheet, then put it in the oven. "How are the cucumbers and tomatoes coming along?"

"Almost done," you replied.

Matt moved to wash his hands. "Okay, great. I'll go ahead and make the dressing for the salad."

"You make your own salad dressing?" you said in surprise, then let out a light laugh. "Wait, what am I even saying? Of course you do. What kind do you make?"

Matt grinned as he rinsed out a measuring cup. "A couple of different varieties, actually. But today we're just making a basic Italian dressing."

He got his Braille measuring cups and spoons out of the cart, then grabbed the container marked salad dressing. "There should be an immersion blender somewhere around here. Would you mind grabbing it for me?"

"Sure." You moved to Matt's right, then set the blender in front of him. "Here you go. Wait, let me plug it in for you."

"Thanks."

Matt began measuring out the ingredients for the dressing, adding everything in precise order before blending it together.

"So is there a reason you use an immersion blender rather than a regular blender?" you asked.

Matt nodded. "I can better tell the consistency of the dressing with an immersion blender," he explained. "Using a stand blender runs the risk of overblending."

"Ah, ok. That makes sense." You stopped cutting. "Okay, salad stuff is done."

"Great. Then I need you to portion this dressing out into individual take-out cups. There should be some in the storage closet in the back of the kitchen."

Your footsteps headed towards the storage closet. "Let's see… oh, here they are."

You returned with the cups and lids. "How many do I need to make?"

Matt shook his head. "It should yield about 80 servings or so. Just keep filling until you run out."

He began to work on dessert, which were homemade no-bake oatmeal cookies, and had just finished shaping them and putting them on some parchment paper-lined cookie sheets to set when he heard Father Lantom returning.

"How's it going?" Father Lantom asked.

"There's a few minutes left on the chicken but everything else is ready to go," Matt replied. "Salad is ready to be mixed and I just need to cover these cookies with some cling wrap until they're ready to be served."

"Thank you so much -- both of you. I know everyone will appreciate the wonderful meal."

Matt shook his head. "It's no problem."

"Happy to be of service," you added. "Here, Matt, I'll get started on cleanup."

Matt nodded. "Thanks."

He got the cookies covered then took the chicken out of the oven. "Okay, you're all set."

"And just in time, too. Thank you again, Matthew," Father Lantom said. 

"You're welcome. Do you need us to stay and help serve?"

"No, I have plenty of volunteers for today -- the church's senior youth group offered to help out. They should be here as soon as their meeting wraps up in a few minutes."

"Okay, sounds good." Matt turned towards the door as a cacophony of voices filtered towards him. "Actually I think that's them now."

"Ah, good. Let me go get them situated then."

Matt nodded. "Oh, do you mind if I leave my cart of stuff here and pick it up tomorrow? I have a few more errands to run after this and wasn't really thinking about needing to drop it all off at the restaurant tonight."

"Oh, no, not at all. Go right ahead."

"Thanks."

Matt began packing his supplies back into their respective containers while you finished washing the various dishes the two of you had used.

"Here you go," you said, handing Matt his set of measuring cups. 

Matt froze as your fingers brushed against his palm, your touch softer than silk. 

He swallowed. "Thanks."

You stepped away, your heartbeat increasing slightly. "No problem."

Matt finished packing up while you put away the kitchen supplies you had used. He ached to caress your skin, to know what you would feel like under his own touch. 

He sighed and moved the cart out of the way. "Okay, I think that's everything."

"Okay, great."

Matt grabbed his gym bag and led you out of the kitchen and into the dining hall, where Father Lantom was giving assignments to the volunteers. 

He turned towards the two of you. "Ah, all done?"

Matt nodded. "Yes, we got everything cleaned up and I moved my cart out of the way for now."

"Okay, wonderful. Thank you again for your help."

"You're welcome," you said. "It was lovely to meet you, Father Lantom."

"You too, my dear. See you tomorrow, Matthew."

Matt took his cane out of his pocket and unfolded it. "Have a good evening."

"Where to next?" you asked as the two of you headed outside.

Matt shook his head. He wanted to keep your next destination a surprise until you got there. "Can't tell you yet, but do you trust me?"

You were quiet for a moment. "Yeah," you finally said. "Yeah, I trust you."

Matt felt a wave of relief. "Okay, good. This way, then."

He bit his lip as the two of you set off down the street. He just hoped he wasn't making a mistake by letting you into his world.

[valentine-cafe]

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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ summary, featuring alessio 781 : you are a new hero and you follow a group of criminals back to a warehouse after they caused havoc on your patrol. as you prepare to strike, you are stopped by a perculiar figure. friend or foe? you know not. your choices will have consequences and unlock further scenes and endings.

start your playthrough at the main menu. ꒱

“Who are you?”

Your fingers curl into your gloved palms and your foot pushes behind the other. A defensive position taken despite your voice kept on the low. The last thing you need is to alert the group of armed criminals swimming like sharks below.

The man’s dark brows raise. A silver piercing catching in the glimmer of moonlight from one of the few windows around this large warehouse. His hands raise. The knife slips back into the darkness of his sleeve. A confusing sight made even more bewildering when a spark of green around his wrist precedes the blade suddenly appearing on his utility belt.

“Easy there,”

His tongue clicks. And yet you can still hear the amusement dripping from his voice. And if not that – then the way that those sharp eyes of his trail you from head to toe should tip you off.

“Seems you’re new. Name’s Reaper.” As if to confirm his own statement, his line of vision snaps to the faculty below. The crease at the centre of his forehead easing your suspicions at least a bit.

“Must be new if you ran after the Reems. Gutsie one, huh?” His chuckle follows a nudge of his elbow to your side as he steps forward and circles you a few times.

“What’s all this anyway? What’re ya? Magic hands? Magic voice? Fast, strong, shoot webs? Oh wait,” his shadow casts over you as he halts before you. Snapping his fingers.

“Your mama said you’re special.”

The click in your jaw extends to your fist and it takes every ounce of self-restraint in your bones to not sucker-punch this supposed ‘Reaper’ straight off the railing.

“It’s -” you state your hero name blankly to which you can only assume he is grinning behind that damned mask.

“Oooo creative.” He chuckles at your glare and waves his hand. “Pullin’ your leg. Fuck you really are new.” He soon spins around.

For a moment it felt as though the shadows had consumed you. The ignorance to your presence so blatantly obvious as a few mutters in a language you couldn’t quite decipher just yet came from his mask. Albeit a bit muffled.

An evil part of you itched to push him over. But you quickly remind yourself that you are a hero.

So with a deep breath, you try your hardest not to speak through clenched teeth and utter out in the calmest voice you could possibly muster. One to put the cool breeze to shame.

“They caused havoc west side. I fought them off but they made a run for it.”

The Reaper’s head cocks and his eyes find yours once again. Is that judgement?

“So you tracked down the guys with guns and several explosives all alone.”

“Well, what would have done?”

“Missing the point sweetheart. You’re young.” He states. Flinching at his own statement and rolling his eyes at who knows what, before bringing his attention back to you.

With a step forward, the black-cladded man circles you once more. Halting at your side and making a jerk with his head to the way in which you came.

“Appreciate the assist. But this is way outta your league.”

. ˚◞꒰ “Even so. I want to help.” You insist. ꒱

. ˚◞꒰ “I know what I’m doing. Stay out of my way.” You grunt. ꒱

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[sxturne-deadplate]

{*Oh. Hello there, the restaurant already closed for tonight. The staff members are dining together before leaving-- that lady is not part of the crew? Ah, don't mind her.... She's a familiar.*}

~Menu~

New shift -> muse files (more info soon)

//List of Muses

Court Dineur

Sophia Lorraine

Vincent Charbonneau

Rody Lamoree

Manon Vacher

The chefs

Continue -> inbox

//Notes from mun Pins

Dead Plate is a game released by Studio Investigrave. Canon muses like Manon, Vicent, and Rody are not mine. Only OCs, Sophia and Court, are mine.

This blog is not officially canon. This is only made for fun, and canon muses are interpreted based on both facts and sometimes headcanons I have.

Content contains canon x canon or canon x oc ships, gore, dark themes, fanart and fanfics I make in the future, suggestive but not necessarily way TOO NSFW. All of this is fanwork so is not canon.

//Rules

This blog is made for fun.

Memes are welcomed. Feed the crew with anything you can throw.

Flirting is okay(i find it funny when pick up lines just randomly come out in the inbox---). Just stay respectful as possible in general.

Canon x canon, canon x oc, oc x oc are allowed- just let us know beforehand!!!

The crew is pretty selective with picking what asks to answer and take time answering, I hope you understand.

No racism, xenophobia, bigotery, lgbtq+ hate- Nothing offensive, please!

//Tags

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🍰// appetizer -> Mun's fanwork

☕️// side dish -> reblogs

🥂// chit chat -> rp

🍽// customer service -> asks

🍷// temptation -> warning

🚬// backdoor -> ooc

Quit -> just click backwards darn it/lh

[vanillafalvoredcoffee]

♡ { Welcome to My tea party themed Cafe! } ♡

Aka..

Kianna Komori Headcannons Masterlist!

You must be hungry for some desserts (stuff about Kianna) ...that must be why you come here right? Oh! Sorry for wasting your time! Here's your menu ♡

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* Recommend Desserts *

Catholic school era Kianna Headcannons <3 : a slice of angel food cake 🍰 (it's a beautifully decorated angel food cake, it is a simple large slice but it is filling, the frosting has many colors and tastes when you bite into it)

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The origin of how her fashion sense came to be : a box full of chocolates 🍫 (Most of the chocolates are sweet like white chocolate and milk chocolate but they're also some dark chocolate mixed in with the others as well...there's a bunch of it, I wonder if you could eat it all?)

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Kianna and Yui's sisterly bond + a bit of angst : two cups of tea and some biscuits ☕ (the tea is nice but it has a slightly bitter after taste though...but maybe you like your tea like that?)

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Most of it is about her relationship with Yonaka :) : Boba tea but with a large couples straw sticking out of it🧋(Just a classic boba tea with extra sugar and whipped cream plus heart shaped sprinkles... couples edition♡)

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Basically just Kianna x Subaru : a classic sugar-coated tiramisu (Nothing much to say about it except that it's bigger than a normal tiramisu with vanilla ice cream on the side and it is made for couples...again<3)

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These are the only ones I could find sorry :( @nunezs-stuff

[thebakeshop]

🌷Welcome to the Bake Shop!🌷

A hyperfixation writing blog- HEADCANONS ONLY!! Sorry!

🥧We’re Closed🥧~

🌸Orders in cue🍄- 0

What will you be having today? Please look at our menu before placing an order!

Pastries🥐

Apple Pie🥧- Headcanons

Bread Pudding🍮- ABC list

Chocolate Chip Cookie🍪- Scenario headcanons (What if…)

Glaze Donut🍩- Angst Headcanons/scenarios

Strawberry Shortcake🍰 - Fluff Headcanons/scenarios

Menu still updating…

Drinks🥛

Classic Americano☕️- Sherlock Gnomes

Iced Coffee- Dr. Watson

Dirty Chai Latte- Irene Adler

Strawberry Frappe🍓⭐️- Moriarty

Bubble Tea🧋- Reggie

Caramel Frappuccino- Ronnie

Sides🍨

Coffee Cake☕️- NSFW (have your age on your blog before ordering!)

Sorbet🍧- Masc reader

Vanilla Ice Cream🍦- Fem reader

Menu Suggestions are welcome!

Have fun~!

[p1x3lribb0ns]

Opening asks!

☆I'll only do headcanons for now! (both apperance wise and random wise, no weird stuff tho, including nsfw...)

[The menu!]

🥘-Pjsekai

🧇-obey me!/nightbringer

🍰-hsr

[side orders!]

🍦-fluff

🍡-random

🧁-magical girl/boy

🍧-mermaid

[chdal]

❛🍰˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ @secretxgardcn

"sakura-chan!" dal-rae's voice was light and full of vibrato as she called out to the beautiful, pink haired maiden. today was a special day. the sun was overhead and the perfect temperature-- just enough to warm your cheeks and make a nap seem like a lovely idea but not enough to make activity seem like a bad idea. there was even a light breeze that tousled the soft curls of dal-rae's hair and the bottom of her lovely dress. it couldn't be a more beautiful day and because of that she had left the sweet exchange under the watchful eye of her assistant manager and packed a delightful picnic for her and the other nature spirit to share.

"if you don't come quick, the cream in our fruit sandos will melt, kkura!" her tone was playful but had a hint of pout to it as she began to set the table. they were in a side area of the gardens of mabeob, an area where no one else should be interrupting their time together so they could cut loose and enjoy one another. both had been plenty busy with work and now they could just be one with nature, with their very blood.

dal-rae set out some strawberry lemonade mimosa mix for her and a lovely cherry blossom sake cocktail for sakura. she had came up with the recipe herself and was dying to find out what her lovely sister by fate thought of it before she added it to the weekend menu. after the drinks came the multiple fruit sandos and hazelnut creme bread and chocolate croissants. anything the two could want really.

delicately, she tucked her dress beneath her and sat down in her seat, eyes following the shock of pink hair that was coming towards her.

[gcldbrew]

🍰 happy cake day curong ~ @phantombs

“At first I planned on trying my hand at piping all the flowers onto this,” Haru shakes away a few strands of hair as he starts off. Anticipation had his fingers drumming on top of a small, domed container while soft anxiety had his other hand cradling the container’s side. His fingertips curved into the plastic in a way that exposed a soft hesitance. It was time to hand off this special project—a personalized birthday present—to the person who crowned this day however many years ago. ( because who’s counting?)

It’s a cake Haru’s made, of course, because what else would it be? Depending on who you were, birthdays were the best day to get up and celebrate a person’s existence with a piece of cake. With Haru’s affinity for baking, there was no way Curong would end the day without having one of his own if Haru had a say.

He lifts the lid to present a small, white cake decorated over with colorful wildflowers posed and pressed into the icing with care. “But then I thought…what about edible flowers instead… There’s some lilacs, yellow rose petals, pansies and orchids…I ended up going on an entire deep dive on all the edible plants out there. I had to visit a farmers market for the forget-me-nots.” The flowers had been a crucial component for Haru to have as a part of his vision and purposely littered the cake the most. Not only as a small nod to one of their conversations that still sat fond in his chest, but after reading into their meaning for himself Haru hoped only someone with expertise like Curong would appreciate the addition.

“If you end up liking it, don’t come to Oasis asking for this on the after hours menu. In fact? The only day this recipe is available for order is April 12th, so make it count until then.” With a smile growing grand in Curong’s direction Haru had to drop a tease, as it usually went between them. It timed up perfectly to smooth over a quieter hope Haru wanted to see to the truth — to stay present with Curong to serve him another cake, in another year.

[greedyapron]

29/12/2023 - Breakfast

🇪🇸 Can Vilaró, Barcelona

☕️ Coffee with milk (€ 5, $7.26)

Normal coffee. Nothing outstanding. Kinda pricey for coffee.

🍽🐮 Tripe with stewed calf's head and foot (€ 8.50, $12.34)

Tastes like callos. It's less thick than the one in Casa Dani. It's super homey with lots of random tender pieces. Amazinggg. Can't help but want more.

🍽 Lamb cheek (€ 9, $13,07)

Not on the menu. Probably a special. Uncle says it's lamb but the receipt says it's pork. Whatever it is, it tastes great. It's just as rich as the stew but sweeter with a more familiar taste. (maybe oxtail stew?)

🍽🧠 Batter fried lamb brains (€ 9, $13.07)

Soft and light crispy batter. When you bite in, it's softer lamb brains. No gamey taste. A huge difference from our experience with pig brains.

🍰🍷 Spanish almond cake with wine (€ 4, $5.81)

Santiago wine, which goes great with the cake. Cake was on the dry side though.

Food here is amazingly affordable. We came early in the morning but they didn't have the rabbit. ): Tried to come back another day after 1pm but they didn't have the rabbit either. Auntie was super nice and welcoming. Feels like you're at your grandma's house. They are a little messy with the orders but you still get what you ask for. Auntie and uncle also keeps checking up on whether you love their food.

Would want to come back for another meal again.

[frmenu]

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[guyfierai]

Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives at the Little A’Le’Inn

🛸 *Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives at the Little A’Le’Inn* 🚀 Shut the front door! 🚪 A Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives episode situated at the Little A’Le’Inn near Area 51? That's out of bounds! 👽 Alright, buckle up! 🚀 Get ready to have your taste buds abducted! 👉 **Martian Meatballs** 👽 These aren't your ordinary meatballs, my friend. They're made from a mix of ground beef, spicy alien spices, and, of course, a secret ingredient from our intergalactic friends. The meatballs are then smothered in a tangy green alien sauce that's bursting with flavor. Trust me, one bite of these meatballs will transport you straight to another galaxy! 👉 **Alien Invasion Burger** 🍔 This monstrosity of a burger is stacked high with layers of juicy beef patties, topped with gooey melted cheese that oozes out like green slime. But wait, there's more! It's also loaded with crispy bacon that's been infused with an otherworldly spice blend, sautéed onions, and pickles. And to give it that extraterrestrial touch, we're throwing on some special green jalapeño relish that will give you a fiery blast of flavor. This burger is truly out of this world! 👉 **Cosmic Quesadillas** 🌮 These quesadillas are filled with a blend of melty cheese, sautéed peppers and onions, and chunks of tender alien meat. The tortillas are lightly grilled to perfection, giving them a crispy outer crust that pairs perfectly with the gooey cheese inside. And don't forget the side of spaceship salsa and green alien guacamole for dipping! These quesadillas will have your taste buds doing a celestial dance! 👉 **Galactic Gooey Butter Cake** 🍰 This sweet treat is made with a base of rich buttery cake, but here's where it gets interesting. We add in a swirl of neon green alien goo that's both tangy and sweet. The gooey butter cake is then topped with a dollop of whipped cream and a sprinkle of stardust sugar. It's a dessert that's truly out of this world! Are you ready to blast off to flavor town at the Little A’Le’Inn near Area 51? This menu is a symposium of flavor that will take your taste buds on an intergalactic adventure. Peace, love, and alien grease! 🚀✌️

[valentine-cafe]

. ˚◞♡ 𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒙 𝒈𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 : 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐 ꒰ 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒔 ꒱◞ ₊˚

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ summary, featuring alessio 781 : you are a new hero and you follow a group of criminals back to a warehouse after they caused havoc on your patrol. as you prepare to strike, you are stopped by a perculiar figure. friend or foe? you know not. your choices will have consequences and unlock further scenes and endings.

start your playthrough at the main menu. ꒱

“Let’s do this.”

Your knuckles crack and his appreciative whistle whips through the air. Much like the both of you do with a silent nod of agreement.

Swift. Deadly. Your agility compliments his own. Sometimes the brute force.

You throw a powerful hit an enemy’s way. Throwing yourself back to a crate. Dodge a bullet. Deliver a swing. Your weapon clashes once or twice. Reaper’s comes through to defend.

You spot him being hurled back. So you dash forward. Stun the enemy. Overwhelm another. All while your new partner readies and give them his own hell.

Right. Left. Hit, evade, duck.

The flurry of your attacks mould with his. At one point gloved hands snatch your figure. You catch his drift. Push back your legs and turbine forward as his strength tosses you to a target. A mutual blow from both of you. On opposite ends.

Red litters the grey ground. A grim canvas to the dull walls.

Well at least it gives them some colour.

“Not bad! So you do know how to throw a punch!”

“You talk too much.”

Your hiss has him laughing. You cannot tell whether it is irritating or flustering. Whatever it is. There’s no time for it. No time for your mind to dwell.

You have a mission.

“Just having some fun, sweetheart. Kinda boring, don’t ya think?”

“We are getting shot at.”

“That’s the boring part.”

He clicks his tongue. As though he did not just take a bullet wound to the shoulder. If only for his flesh to, at your horror, spit the metal shell out like a bad taste to the mouth.

“Did you just -”

A hit to your side sends you back. You grunt. Swing to the left. Deal your damage in combination with Reaper who already steers ahead.

Any and all questions would drown out. Both from tongue and mind. The situation at hand taking your full focus as you both drive through the crowd like dual fireworks.

And when the spark dissipates. If bodies were not strewn on the ground their live counterparts race for any possible exit. Leaving only the both of you in the warehouse.

From your spot at the centre you catch sight of your ally. Who had swung himself to the railing with his grappler device amongst the last few minutes of the brawl.

He casts you but a glance. A two fingered salute before he disappears into the night.

So that you are left panting. Mind scrambling over what just occurred. And who you just met.

꒰ GAME OVER : neutral ending - all in a day's work ꒱

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