#dessert is like wafers or something

[harrowedsoup]

I love the Chef Gideon AU though.

Like…Love is stored in the basic bread and simple meals that Gideon carefully makes Harrow everyday. It’s the fact that Gideon spends just as long getting unseasoned foods just right as she does complex recipes, despite Harrow not truly enjoying food either way.

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JJK Men: Accidentally Finding Your Private Photos

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, AFAB!Reader

Warnings: language, smut, unprotected, sex, cream, pies, oral sex, photography,, consensual photography, minions of nudes

Word Count: 4,861

A/N: I finally finished one of the pool from so long ago! I have to be at work in the next six hours so I’m only gonna get about two hours of sleep, but it was well worth getting this written. Geto’s nearly took me out but Nanami’s MGBBGHBJNCRGHG yummy

Gojo Satoru:

“Oh wait! Wait until you see these pictures of Megumi!” Gojo laughed out loud, smacking his thigh as you both sat in your living room. “The kid got messed up!”

“You're such an ass sometimes.” you laughed, glancing over at his phone. “It was a grade two curse.” Gojo waved a hand before you as he flipped through his photo gallery. You grimaced, feeling nothing but pure sympathy for the young boy, while your best friend snickered. “Yikes, poor kid.”

Gojo put his phone down with a content sigh. “Shoko fixed him up; he's sleeping it off.”

“Maybe he wouldn't have needed to sleep it off if you weren't too busy grabbing kikufuku.”

You felt the couch shift as Gojo dropped one of his long arms around you. “Someone's just upset she didn't get any!” He pursed his lips together, bringing his other hand up to poke you in the cheek. “I ate them all on the bullet train home~!”

You could feel your cheeks flush as you shut your eyes tight, trying to make it seem as though you were pissed off by his childish teasing when in reality, you were resisting the urge to rub your thighs together as the smell of his cologne overwhelmed you. Gojo Satoru might be your best friend and boyfriend, but he was annoying and overly confident, which left most people with a sour taste when forced to be around him. But you liked that about him.

He was an egotistical little shit, but he was your egotistical shit.

“Hey, I'm sorry; I promise to get you a bag next time.” Gojo squeezed you against his side, allowing you to feel the warmth of his body.

“Whatever, I don't care, not when I went to that new sweet shop without you when you were gone.”

The gasp that left Gojo’s mouth was soap opera-worthy—as if you had just told him his twin brother, who had fallen down an elevator shaft, was still alive. There was something almost satisfying in how he reeled back, his eyebrows furrowing underneath his blindfold.

“You promised me that we would go together!”

“Yeah? Well, I promised the second year that if they could successfully make a talisman that could prevent me from crossing a line, I would take them out for ice cream. And I was promised kikufuku! So it looks like we both broke our word!”

“You Little shit! I can’t believe you went without me!”

“Yeah, I did, and guess what?”

Gojo leaned down, his eyebrows twitching under his blindfold. “What?”

“It was fucking delicious!” you watched with satisfaction as your boyfriend slumped forward, dropping his head down.

“You’re so cruel.”

“I wouldn’t have had to brag if some gluttonous idiot didn’t forget to bring me kikufuku to share as he promised!”

“I’m sorry!”

“Oh, you’re sorry?”

“No, not really?”

You scoffed as you scrolled through your photos. “Oh, you’re going to be sorry.” Before your boyfriend could question what you were doing, you turned your camera to him and showed him the photos of the different desserts you had ordered in the second year.

“Stop!” he slowly licked his lips. “What is that, and why can I taste it?!”

You zoomed in on the banana pudding Maki had ordered. “Southern banana pudding with vanilla wafer and whipped cream topping..” before you could flip through the rest of the photos, your phone was plucked out of your hands.

“I hate you.” snarled them, moving through your photos in your gallery. “ I hate you so much that I’m taking you back to that same café after work, and I’m not gonna buy you anything, and I’m gonna make you watch me eat the banana—” his words were abruptly cut off as he scrolled to another photo—one that wasn’t of pastries and cake but if you.

You were nothing but a sheer black Lacey bra and matching thong. The camera was pointed above you, getting a great shot of your beautiful body. The curves and dips were so gorgeous that the swells of your breasts caught his attention. He could see your nipples through the fabric, making his mouth and anticipation of a different kind of treat.

“Toru?” the snapping fingers drew his attention away from your phone screen. “Hey, are you okay?”

“I’m starving.” His voice was deeper than normal, and a certain tone behind it caused heat to pool between his legs.

“W-Well,” you cleared your throat. Do you know what you’re hungry for? Did you see anything else you liked from the café besides the banana pudding?”

“Oh, I saw something I liked but wasn’t from the café.”

He doesn’t even give you a chance to ask him what he wants. Instead, he turns the phone to you, much to your shock. There are no pastries on the screen. It is the photo you took the night before and the new set you bought at the store for tonight. You gasped, reaching for your phone only to have your boyfriend hold it up above his freakishly tall head.

“Oh my God! Why did you scroll that far!?”

“Why didn’t you send these to me last night?”

“I just wanted to see what it looks like on me!” hands grabbed your hips, pulling you back against your boyfriend's sturdy form.

His lips slowly trailed over your neck as he pulled you down one of the dark alleyways of the school, somewhere away from fellow sorcerers or students. “Do you want to know what I think of that pretty little set?” Gojo listened to you. I think you look delicious in it, and I just so happen to be starving.” His head tilted slightly, grinning so wide the dimple in his cheek deepened. So are you going to let me devour you?”

Both of you breathe heavily, your eyes roaming over his face breath, brushing over your bottom lip. The tension was so thick before you snapped, grabbing his face and both your hands smashing your lips against his as he growled, kissing you back with as much passion. That kiss shifted into something that most people would write as NC-17. Gojo was able to control him himself, but when he found out you were wearing the same set from the picture, he suddenly wrapped his arms around you and lifted you off the ground, pinning you against the wall. Your skirt was pushed up to your hips while your pretty panties were pulled to the side. His mouth pressed against your neck, muffling his moans. Your moans muffled as his right hand pressed firmly against your mouth.

“Shit baby, you’re so fucking wet for me, sweetheart.” his left hand massaged your thigh, easing the ache that accompanied the burning sensation of you trying to keep your legs wrapped firmly around his waist as he pushed himself deeper inside of you, slamming you against the concrete wall.

“Mm~!! Mmm~!”

Your sweet, muffled moans against your boyfriend’s palm only had him moving faster to draw more out. “God, I’m so lucky to have a girlfriend is fucking sexy and stunning as you. Anything you wear looks fucking fantastic on you.” he snarled against your neck. “I want you constantly so fucking bad.” your legs tightened around him, giving him a gentle squeeze as your walls constricted around him, drawing out a louder groan from Gojo. “Oooh fuck, fuck, fuck~!!” you could feel him twitching inside of you. His little grunts and whines against your skin had your walls, stomach, and heart fluttering at the sound of his voice. “Fucck~ baby—haaah fuck yeah, keep squeezing me like that! Just like that!”

The head of his cock presses perfectly against your g-spot, making your eyes roll back, a telling sign that you are close. Gojo was thankful for this because he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to last any longer. He sped up his movements, slamming into you, making you scream into the palm of his hand. That erotic sound pushed him further, making him move faster, harder, fucking you with all of his strength, and being the strongest allowed him to lose all his control. He was fucking you so good. The literal wall behind you shook under the force of his thrusts.

The combination of his monstrous thrusts had cock you squirting as you cried out against his hand. Your orgasm had soaked his uniform shirt and boxers with your release. Feeling you cum so hard left Gojo growling as he bucked even harder. Thick ropes of cum filled you, and he didn’t stop there. He kept going, fucking his cum further into you, pushing it as deep as it would go until he finally stopped. His breath tingled over your skin as he slowly pulled away, smiling drunkenly at you.

“Fuck sweetheart that— sweetie? Babe?” he chuckled as your head fell forward, hitting his shoulder. “You good there?”

“I-If I knew you finding my nudes would lead to you fucking me like that, I would’ve shown them to you sooner.”

“Them—?” his voice was very soft, but his cock twitched hard inside of you. “You have more of them?” the instant Gojo found out about the whole hidden album that was on your phone full of your nudes and private videos. He dropped the veil and teleported you back to the apartment. Seeing all your pictures and videos would be worth the lecture he’d be getting from Yaga the following day.

Geto Suguru:

The days that Geto got home early from a mission or some of his favorite days. These were the days he got to take a hot shower, sleep in his bed, and see you again. Whenever he was away from you from your home, he felt like a part of him was missing

When he walked into your shared apartment, he felt all the tension in his shoulders melt away. The familiar smell of homemade aches and pains vanished as if Shoko had healed him. God, he’d love getting home early. What would have made coming home even better would have been if you had been here with him. But from the side of your slippers by the door, it was apparent that you were still stuck at work.

Suguru had about three hours before you gave him more than enough time to shower, take a nap, and do the laundry. That way, whenever you did get home tonight, all you would need to worry about was cuddling with him on the couch. Geto did everything in that exact order, and by the time the last load had been folded, you texted him that you were on your way home with dinner.

Knowing that you would be coming home soon, I encouraged Suguru to move faster, hang up the laundry, and throw his boxers in his drawer before opening yours to put your folded panties inside. He was putting away your bras when an envelope underneath the lacy fabric caught his gaze. He had put your clothes away multiple times, but he had never seen that shoved there before.

Was it wrong to look at the contents hidden at the bottom of your underwear drawer? Maybe. Was it going to stop him from looking? No way in hell.

When he freed the trap envelope from under your flimsy sets, he was pleased to see his name written over it in your handwriting. It seems as though you wanted him to find this. Plop down on the edge of the bed, open it, seeing photos inside. They were Polaroids from small squares with black backs, white frames, and a glossy finish. Flipping them over, Suguru tried to think if you both owned the Polaroid, but all those thoughts went tumbling out the window as he stared at the pictures in his hand. Whether you owned the Polaroid camera or not didn’t matter to him.

All he cared about was the nude photos of you; he held his hands.

You were in different positions in the show, sprawled out on the bed, the blanket doing nothing to cover you. Well, other photos are arranged from you sitting on your knees, back slightly arched, pushing your breasts out to you facing down on the bed, the camera pointing at your face. Seeing you so naked, looking at the camera with a sultry expression, had all of the blood from Geto’s head went rushing to the head of his cock.

Why the hell were you hiding this from him? Was this a little treat for him after a mission, or did you want to get him all riled up?

Suguru didn’t have to wait for the answer because the front door opened as soon as he put the pictures down on the bed. “Sugu, I’m home!” You barely managed to put your keys in the bowl near the front door when your boyfriend rushed out of the room, his dark hair flowing behind him. “Welcome back; I picked up your favorite Zaru Soba good—aggh!!” Suguru scooped you up, putting you over his shoulder before rushing back to the bedroom.

Your boyfriend didn’t say anything as he threw you onto the mattress. You swallowed hard, sitting up on your elbows, only to have him reach down, ripping open your uniform jacket. Buttons went flying across the room as you fell back against the mattress. Your perfect breasts bounced the confines of your shirt, making your horny boyfriend feral.

“S-Sugu!”

“Found your pictures—”

Was all he said before tugging your shirt over your head, his hands frantically pushing down your pants as he worked at his gray sweatpants. “Fuck you look so pretty in them.” Pictures? Oh God, you found the images you had taken for your anniversary with him?! You found yourself wishing that the mattress would open up and swallow you whole so you could avoid the embarrassment that was itching at the back of your skull.

“T-Th—ahh~” his lips moved expertly over your collarbone while his hands gently squeezed your breasts, pushing your shirt up enough that allowed him to tag your bra down, freeing them. “S-Sugu—those—w-were—”

“Exactly what I needed.”

Your photos may have been what he needed to get his motors going. Or maybe you were the stress relief he needed after a very annoying mission. Your pictures were the fuel that he needed to destroy you.

Drool seeped out of the corner of your mouth as Suguru grabbed a handful of your hair, forcing your face down into the mattress as he fucked you from behind. Your back was arched, ass sticking up, allowing him to slide in deep. You loved this position; it felt so good to be manhandled like this.

His long, thick fingers dug into your hair, pulling you up just an inch and allowing you to take a deep breath before your face shoved back into the comforter. You cried your hips against his cock, forcing him deeper inside of you. As you did, the other sounds besides the slapping of skin, your moans and his, the clicking of the Polaroid camera he held in his hands.

“Fuuck~ yeah~ fuck yourself. Rock your hips back against my cock Princess.” Suguru watched as your weekly whimpered, rocking your hips back pathetically slow and allowing him to snap a few pictures. “Ooh fuck.” he hissed through his teeth, grabbing the developing film, shaking it before his hips picked up his pace again, slamming into you, forcing your face back into the bedding. “Gonna keep that one in my wallet.”

“S-Sugu~! Haaah fuck!”

“Yeah, do you like the idea of that? Me having a nasty photo of you in my wallet?” He pulled back an inch, taking another photo of his cock wet with your arousal, the tip still buried inside of your wet cunt. “ only you know that was in there. And you would be the only one to know that when I’m on a mission and at a hotel alone. You’re pretty pictures are what I’m stroking my cock to at night.”

“Hnngh!” You sobbed, fingers digging into the sheets, as you tried your best to rock back against him, chasing your orgasm that was coiling deep in your abdomen. “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum!”

“Yeah, do it~ cum all over this fat fucking cock, baby~ make a mess.”

The orgasm snapped like a rubber band deep in your tummy. Your toes curled as you screamed as loud as your lungs would allow into your pillow. Suguru sucked in a breath, Following your body that collapsed on the bed, his hips still frantically moving against the fat of your ass, chasing his release that came just as fast and hard.

“Fuck~ oooh fuck yes baby! Cumming~ cummin’!”

Geto continued fucking you, not once slowing down, until he fully pulled out of you, loud pop echoing off the walls. You weakly protested as he repositioned your back arched ass out, you already knew what he was doing, but your body just wanted to slump back onto the mattress and fall asleep. But this was what your boyfriend wanted to do, and seeing that your pictures were the reason for his horny desires, let him do what he wanted if you listen to several clicks from the Polaroid behind you.

“Fuck—” Suguru whispered, shaking the photo as he set the camera aside, pulling you onto his chest. “This is Playboy material, babes.” he had the picture between his pointer and middle finger, turning it for you to see the photo he had captured of his cum running out of your pussy.

Seeing such an intimate photo of yourself like that didn’t leave you feeling dirty or embarrassed in any way, shape, or form. Instead, it had you feeling the returning burning desire in your stomach. And while your boyfriend, the pictures he had taken, adding to your collection. Suguru was so entranced he nearly missed the sensation of your soft kisses trailing down his stomach.

“Excuse me,” he scoffed, setting the pictures to the side. Just what do you think you’re doing there, princess?”

“Cleaning up my mess~ get the camera ready. I want you to take a lot of pictures. That way, I can reference what I have to do to improve my technique.” Suguru wanted to chuckle, but when you dragged your tongue over the underside of his cock, his eyes rolled back as he weakly searched for the camera that was on the side of his bed. He loved coming home early.

Nanami Kento

“Ken! Baby, I think something is wrong with my laptop!” you say before dramatically hitting the keyboard.“It’s banging for me to put it out of its misery. I think it’s finally time that I retire this guy.”

“Huh, it’s not that old model.” You pouted as your husband took your laptop from before you and plopped it down on his lap as he began typing at the computer. He looked as though he was some hacker from one of those cheesy nineties movies. “If you would keep it up-to-date like I’ve told you to do multiple times, you wouldn’t have this issue every time you opened it.”

“I hate waiting—”

“You need patience in your life; it can make things go a lot smoother for you in the long run.”

You puffed out your cheeks, knowing very well that your husband had always been right. You needed to take more time to find solace in your life. Maybe one of these days you would be able to do that. Today was not one of those days, though. You need to get on your laptop and finish the report, or your boss will surely give you an earful the following day.

“Yaga will kill me if I don’t get this report to him by the end of the day. Kento baby, what am I going to do? I’m too fragile to go up against, Yaga!”

Kento laughs, looking at you over the bridge of his glasses. “You and I both know you are more than capable of taking them out. Give yourself more credit, Love.” You appreciated your husband's honesty, but that didn’t help you with your current situation.

“Kento, that’s not gonna help me with my report.”

“Love of my life, it’s an easy fix. Just use my laptop while I try to get this up-to-date for you.”

Nanami rolled his eyes as you smothered kisses alongside his cheek. “Oh my god, thank you! I love you so much!” You grabbed your husband’s laptop and went to work on your report. Well, he clicked and tapped more gently at your keyboard than you had before.

He was able to update your system. The wheel constantly turned on your screen while he sipped on his wine. Nanami made a mental note to show you how to do this yourself once your report was submitted to Yaga; as your screen returned to life, it didn’t open on your lock screen, which was usually a picture of the two of you on your wedding day. Your laptop had decided to open up right where you had left it two nights before.

It was still a picture of you, but it was from your boudoir photo shoot for your wedding. Nanami choked on his wine as he stared at the screen, his cheeks flushing, and all the tips of his ears burned as he stared at the most intimate pictures he had ever seen. Pictures you had yet to show him after three months of being married.

The intimate photos of you are done so tastefully. Most range from different positions, like lying on a couch in your robe with your veil on. While the other was of you slipping your wedding dress on the backs, nagging against the fat of your ass, showing off the pretty lacy white underwear you had been wearing. But the photo that had Nanami choking was of you on your knees, your wedding veil falling over the swells of your bare breasts as your hands covered your nipples. Your eyes narrowed, staring at the camera while your lips parted slightly. Seeing you like that made him try to inhale his wine, which ended poorly for him.

“Oh! Did it go down the wrong pipe?” You asked, putting his laptop down. “At least it's white wine and not red. Red wine stains are bitch to get out of the carpet.” You stood up from your spot, stretching your arms above your head. “I'll go get you rag quick.”

You barely moved two steps before your husband was following after you. “Why didn’t you show me the pictures from your boudoir photo shoot?”

“Oh! Well, I didn’t care for how some of them came out, so I decided to pick through my favorites before I showed you. Why do you ask?”

Nanami didn’t need to answer your question because you got your answer the second your eyes darted toward your laptop. And, of course, he was looking at one of the pictures you even had a chance to look through. You just stared at the photo of yourself before running a hand down your face.

“They’re terrible, I know. I should’ve never let Shoko convince me to do it.”

Nanami gently took your hand, leading to the front of his pants. He placed your fingers over the hard bulge that was throbbing. You swallowed hard, glancing up at your husband, who was blushing just as much as you, and his very physical reaction twitched, letting you know that your husband liked the photos from your sexy photo shoot.

“I like them; I like them a lot.”

“I can tell,” you whispered, brushing your fingers over his erection through his pants. “Ken, you're so hard.”

“T-Th-hhngh photo.” he jerked his head toward your laptop, “really caught my attention.”

“Oh, it did?”

“Yes.”

Looking back at your screen, you truly took in the side of your photo. Your photographer had shot the picture in black-and-white, giving it a certain elegance despite the horny look in your eyes. You remembered asking for that specific pose for your husband. But in reality, it was for you.

You pushed Nanami back against the bed with a smirk. “Is there a reason why that picture cut your attention?” He huffed a sigh, blushing a darker shade as he watched you rub your cheek over the bulge.

“I like it because I love it when you’re on your knees for me, sucking my cock.”

Your fingers wrapped around his buckle, unfastening it. “Can I let you in on a little secret?” Nanami nodded, growling as you tucked his pants down. “That’s why I asked for her to take that specific picture. Because I know how much you love me on my knees for you.” You pressed kisses along his shaft from the base to the tip, your tongue ding over the pre-cum that was seeping through the fabric

“O-Oh—”

“Let me demonstrate.”

Your demonstration continued for what seemed like an eternity in heaven. Nanami gently stroked your hair as you slid your lips up and down, taking his cock further into your mouth. "Ohh fuck yes, those photos of you looked so good, baby girl. Makes me wanna devour you~" Kento gently grabbed the top of your head, pulling you forward until his cock slid across your tongue, hitting the back of your throat.

You hummed around him, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock before bobbing your head slowly up and down over him. Staring into the sea of lust, your eyes looked like how they had at done with the camera during your photo shoot. That submissive pose, the faux innocence in your eyes, was precisely what Nanami loved about this position.

"Ohh fuck. Perfect little mouth just for me, huh?”

You moaned in approval as you bobbed your head. Nanami was the perfect husband. If he was going to praise the photo of you, he felt like you didn’t look good, and he would get a treat. He was so kind, sweet, and considerate to you, so if you were able to spoil him once in a while as a thank you for all of his sweet words and for providing for you, you would not hesitate at the chance to do so.

Kento pushed you back by your forehead, groaning softly. "Fuck, you look so pretty~" He growled before thrusting into your mouth, his balls slapping against your chin. You whined around him, looking up at him into his eyes as he fucked your mouth. You could feel yourself getting wet on every ball of your head. He moaned low in his chest, looking back into your eyes. "Oh. I know that look~ You want me to make love to don't you honey?” Your eyes snapped wide as you blushed deeply. “Good girl~ Once I use your throat, then I'll fuck you like you need, darling~" Kento groaned, speeding up his hips.

Your eyes watered, streams of black trailing down your cheeks as he fucked your throat slowly. Watching him slowly lose control made your finger twitch as you slowly reached down, rubbing yourself. God, you loved him, and you loved how he made you feel!

"Ah-ah. What did I just say, Love. let me cum down your throat firat, then your pussy can feel good. I want to spoil you for being—ah—such a good girl.” He purred, speeding up slightly before stiffening as your tongue wrapped expertly around him, massaging his shaft in time with the bobbing of your head. “F-Fuck! Yes, j-just l-like t-th-hhngh! Haa! Fuck!” Kento snarled before cumming in your mouths, face fucking you through it.

With each spurt that filled your mouth, you eagerly swallowed it, only pulling off of him when Kemto was whimpering from the overstimulation. As you sat on your knees, licking your lips, Nanami watched you through half-lidded eyes. His lips slightly parted as he did something he had never done before. He pulled his cell phone out and held it directly in front of your face.

“Ken?”

“Stick your tongue out. Show me how you swallowed it all.” without arguing, you did as your husband asked, sticking your tongue out. As you did, he snapped a few pictures before growling and zooming in on each. “Fuck you're so beautiful.” He sighed, admiring his photos for one other second before he placed his phone down on the couch before yanking you up onto the sofa and flinging your panties off.

“Ah! K-Kento, what are you doing??!”

“You being on your knees in front of me might be one of your favorite positions.” He growled as he nipped and sucked on your inner thighs. “Well, one of my favorite positions is right here, between your thighs so sit back and relax, my love. I’ll take very good care of you.” You squealed as his tongue ran over your sensitive clit, before arching you back, eagerly bucking across his mouth.

Note to self: Get Shoko a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of wine for booking the boudoir photographer for you!

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Thinking about a reader who's too polite for their own good. They aren't a total pushover, of course, but still don't speak up a lot of the times even when they probably should.

It's been a problem their whole life, but it really comes to a head when they join the strawhats. There's the usual problems; Luffy being obnoxiously loud, Chopper and Usop and their hyjinks. But none of these things compare tho their problems with Sanji.

The chef has one rule: no wasting food. It's how he was raised, and his experiences have lead to him understanding the importance of a meal. The 'no food waste' rule is known ship wide.

So when something is made that the reader doesn't like, they have no choice but to choke it back with a smile.

Sanji thinks he's done something wrong; underseasoned the food, maybe? This leads to a vicious cycle of him trying to perfect the food (because damn if he isn't going to get this right for his pretty crewmate) and the reader choking it back reluctantly (because damn if they're going to break Sanji's one rule and potentially ruin their chances).

All of this comes to one glorious, horrendous conclusion where one of Sanji's attempts uses an ingredient that the reader is allergic to and well....let's just say the aftermath was something to behold.

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POOR BABYYYYYYYY. I love it. Let's torture him a bit.

Food Preferences

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Little drabble.

Synopsis: Sanji caters to suit your personal food preferences, and it hurts him to learn of how truly picky you were with your food. He lives to serve, but his background as a great cook leaves him with a bruised ego to dull down his extravagant meals.

Themes: Sanji x gn!reader, underlying feelings, Sanji is a service king, reader is a picky eater.

Warning: potential eating disorder mentioned. Sanji serves large portions and it hurts to finish your plate.

Notes: Oh my gosh, Sanji would feel so guilty about it too. He'd cry before giving Luffy your portion, but would absolutely cater to suit your needs.

His portion control is due to the fact that he's feeding Luffy constantly, and expecting everyone to get a taste of everything he makes before Luffy takes it all for himself. It's the same with Zoro's drinking habit. He wants everyone to have a sample of something nice, and is used to having the collective gratitude and praise from everyone as soon as they eat their food.

Sometimes all you want is simplicity. No extravagant flavours. No richness in your desserts, no complex flavours in your meals. A military ration wafer block or two with a hot cup of boiled water is sometimes enough, you're not for all the complexity. Tea and a biscuit. Black coffee and a shortbread cookie. Simple flavours.

When Sanji nearly killed you with your allergy in a bid to win you over, you finally softly explain to him your preferences, and he listens. He may not understand it, but he listens. Simple, clean, basic, boring.

Immediately purchasing new crockery and knives specifically catering to your allergy preferences, he ordered in ingredients specifically for you that would never even glance at the same cabinet the allergins would be homed in. He's not about to send someone into anaphylaxis because he wanted to please someone, especially someone he served with on his crew.

He can't help but almost mourn when he makes your food now. He lives to serve, and that service includes providing foods that suit your preferences. Preferences that hurt his ego as a chef, but suited his purpose as someone who lives to serve.

Each time he brings you a dish now, he attempts to hide his sorrow at such a dish. He can't stand it, it kills him inside. It's worse than Chef Zeff wanting to drown everything in oregano. It's bland, it's boring, it's little...

...and it makes you smile.

And boy, oh boy, is he a sucker for that smile.

The way his heart flutters, his smile brightens, his eyes twinkle all in the hopes that you'd bless him with that soft smile he'd come to cherish. He didn't know when, but his heart sang to you. Maybe he could coax you in to expanding your preferences through something small, something new mixed in with the familiar. If he was willing to cut back for you, perhaps you could find it in your heart to expand for him.

If not, he'd love you for who you are anyway.

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Self indulgent but … thanksgiving w a gf who loves the holidays but doesn’t have family or friends to spend them with ?

This is really small and super quick, I hope you enjoy it! I do hope you have a wonderful day! (Also went ahead and incorporated two things I made today just because my mind is too lazy to think of anything else. If you don’t like them, womp womp/jk Pretend Gotham War dosent exist)

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Time written - 8:09 p.m

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“You sure I’m not invading in on their celebration?” You vocalize your concern for about the fiftieth time after smoothing out your final layer of fluffy, whipped concoction for your dessert dish.

“If anything, Alfred will appreciate one less dessert to make.” Jason responds, casually leaning across the countertop across from you, watching you work your magic on making one of your miracle dishes. While you didn’t necessarily have to bring a dessert, you insisted as a show of good faith.

“It’ll give the old man a reason to sit down for once,” Jason adds, referring to Alfred’s insistence upon waiting by everyone until they got full plates and thoroughly enjoyed a majority of their meals.

You kept asking the same question, just with different rephrasing of words. You were nervous, Jason could see that by the way you smoothed the silicone spatula over the top of your dessert for the tenth time, insisting perfection on something that already tasted heavenly.

Jason would know. He’s always your designated taste tester.

You went above and beyond with everything you did; Making your own whipped cream, using Madagascar vanilla beans, making your own pudding base from scratch.

“Babe.”

“Hm?” You respond with a concentrated stare on your dish.

“Look at me real quick.”

You spare a short glance up at him, putting up a sweet front of a smile. “What? I’m almost done, Jay.”

“I know,” Jason curts. “I’m sure they’ll love it.”

You nod, swallowing before focusing again on the top of your dish. You picked up the recipe from an online blog article about three years ago; an upgrade on a traditional banana pudding using heavy cream and expensive flavoring, the dessert reeking of pure holiday that had to be shared with the rest of the world.

“Are you sure this looks okay?” You ask, feeling like the top of the dessert needed a lot more than wafer cookies and bananas. Nuts? Caramel drizzle?

“It looks great,” Jason insists, approaching your side of the counter, settling his hand along your hip. “Scratch that. It looks delicious, incredible, mouthwatering. All the good words, sweetheart.”

You can’t help but smile, your cheeks warming with his compliments. Raising your whipped cream spoon to his mouth, you tap his bottom lip before giving him a kiss, hearing his muffled chuckle shortly after.

“Decadent,” He adds, licking his bottom lip of any remaining, perfectly sweet cream. “Perfect. Believe me, Dick and Alfred will never see any banana pudding the same way again.”

You could only hope so, giving him another smile. You liked making this dish, bringing it to your work during little dinner parties. The loudest compliment was a dish scraped empty, yet no one ever asked for the recipe. No one wondered who made it, no one really asked.

“You sure it looks perfect?” Again, your doubts can’t help but have you repeat your broken vinyl record. “I want it to be perfect.”

“It is perfect,” Jason gently reassures with firm sentiment, giving your cheek a soft squeeze. You set your mind to something, you keep at it until you’re perfectly satisfied. As stubborn as it makes you, you always try above your best.

This was your first official gathering with the entirety of Jason’s family. It wasn’t your first, as you’ve been over a few times before for pizza and burgers for movie nights, but never with every single Bat related member at a large, ornately decorated table in an extravagant dining room.

Especially, never with Bruce. Not until tonight, where they’d have a little private event to themselves at the manor. A rare occasion where masks and secret identities weren’t needed. Sometimes, criminal behaviors didn’t allow them a break, so this was truly a treat.

Dick could be himself, fussing over preferences of pumpkin and sweet potato to an annoyed Tim. Babs would scoff her amusement while recording them to show off during Christmas, and the rest would gawk or scoff, chatting amongst themselves or listening in on such a boisterous conversation.

This time, the special guest would be you; the girl Red Hood was sweet on long before you knew his name, becoming the sole guardian of every important identity of the Wayne family.

“Trust me. They invited you, it’ll just be us. It was a big vote with no one opposing.”

Those words brought a more comforting, genuine smile to your face, one Jason could tell was more truthful. Holidays were joyfully dreadful to spend alone in an empty home, the promise of a manor full of friendly faces happy to see you, happy to spend time with you and incorporate you into a tradition you desperately craved was a godsend. It felt too good to be true.

The best part of it all was how much Jason understood. He didn’t celebrate these kinds of holidays when he was a child. No foster family, or even his own mother, could spare enough money to provide grand meals and hours of spending time with people you care for.

It took him a long time to get used to it, he wanted that for you as well. You deserved it after all, they all liked you in their own unique way.

“I’m sure a solid nine out of ten attendants will enjoy those sugar cookie martinis,” Jason murmurs while adjusting a few strands of your hair, reminding you of the one underage family member that ‘tolerated’ your presence.

“Do they got a full stock of vanilla vodka?”

“Course they do. Personally know Bruce has a ton of amaretto.”

“‘Personally?’”

“All those bottles for our dates, babe. Grabbed them all from somewhere.”

[kurishiri]

THE CHARA CAFE × Ikemen Villains menu translation

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which ones would you order? ✨✨

To my precious robin and from the self-righteous king, a most sinful love: a frozen strawberry drink (William)

strawberry ice cream

strawberries

milk

strawberry sauce

whipped cream

I encaged the scenery I saw with you inside this glass: a blue ocean drink (Elbert)

blue raspberry syrup

lemon water

lemon slice

gold leaf

Drink this if ya want. I ain’t drinkin’ it though: a ruthless butterfly pea soda (Jude)

butterfly pea syrup

carbonated water

lemon syrup

violet jelly

I want your greatest happiness: a berry tea of happiness (Ellis)

berry tea

blackcurrant jam

For you, the sinful one who wandered into a den of evil: the death god’s hot chocolate (Victor)

cocoa

whipped cream

coffee sauce

Blooming in the dark night, a violet cream soda

cider

purple melon syrup

vanilla ice cream

cherry

wafer cake with bean jam (monaka)

I swear a most sinful love to you on this wedding mocktail

pink grapefruit syrup

peach cheese

carbonated water

edible flower

“So that you, the one I love, may smile, I cast a magic spell on this”: the Cheshire Cat’s fresh fruit salad (Liam)

salad mix

smoked salmon

raisins

grapefruit

diced nuts

lemon dressing

black pepper

edible flower

wafer cake with bean jam (monaka)

“Nothing like meat for a reward, don’t you agree, lil lady?”: the egoist’s roast beef plate (Roger)

roast beef

rice

rock salt

baby leaves

parsley

mini tomatoes

camembert cheese

steak sauce

The Crown members’ favorite! The head chef’s special tomato sauce pasta

pasta

tomato sauce

bacon

consommé soup

parsley

crouton

“Hey, wanna split this half and half with me?”: a chocolate mint parfait of the Lying Fox’s charm (Harrison)

bavarois

mint jelly

chocolate corn flakes

whipped cream

mint chocolate ice cream

chocolate sauce

mint

brownie

“Aha! It’s my creation, as someone with a steel stomach”: a special scone set made by Alfons

scone

vanilla ice cream

blue raspberry syrup

whipped cream

chervil

biscuit

silver dragee

A vow to fall deeper into your sinful love: a wedding berry cake set

berry cake

macaron

cookie

whipped cream

mint

cotton candy

rock salt

wafer cake with bean jam (monaka)

Dessert of the robin on a moment’s break: a fresh fruit cocktail

cider

orange (mandarin)

yellow peach

cherry

strawberry

three-colored agar agar

heart-shaped gummy

popping candy

if you order something from the food or dessert menu, you’ll be gifted a 2L photocard (top), and if you order a drink, you get a coaster (bottom).

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

diasomnia ice-cream parlor au doodles

[Referencing this post!]

Hello, yes, I’ve been thinking about the Diasomnia ice-cream parlor AU again 🍨🍦 I guess I must have been really hungry lately www

I see them as offering not just ice-cream, bur also variants like gelato, shaved ice, milkshakes, etc. (They can afford it with support from the Draconia royal family’s funds 😂) The focus here will be ice-cream though, just because that’s Malleus’s favorite.

Imagine walking in and not knowing what to order (there’s so much to choose from!), so you ask the staff to pick something for you… (Yes, I’ve thought about this way too much and now I’m going to shovel this at you—)

Malleus strikes me as a very traditional and old-fashioned guy, so I’d see him falling back on ol’ reliable. You can’t go wrong with a classic sugar cone and a healthy scoop on top!

He recommends mint chocolate chip because it adds an additional pleasant cooling sensation to the actual coldness of ice-cream. Malleus is fond of the flavor himself; it’s great for cooling down a mouth that’s hot from breathing flames!

You’re brave if you accept anything Lilia hands you… You ask him what this is (the ice-cream looks… discolored in some places, and there’s all this weird stuff jutting out from it; is that a piece of lettuce???). He just winks at you and calls it “Lilia-chan’s Super Cute ⭐️ Special”, featuring a bunch of “unique” flavors he created himself.

It comes served in a cup because it’s easier to eat it while walking that way. For Lilia, who is a well-seasoned traveler, foods that are able to be eaten on the go are a plus!

Silver picks out a waffle bowl (it resembles a sturdy bird’s nest) and encourages you to try a lot of different things. It’ll help you to gain an appreciation for the new and unfamiliar! With how wide the waffle bowl is and how many flavors and toppings are in there, this can be good for sharing with friends from all over.

The particular version featured in the doodle has three kinds of ice-cream, each one representing one of the three Good Fairies. A pink flavor, a blue flavor, and a green flavor—maybe rose or strawberry, blueberry or cotton candy, and pistachio? It’s a very naturey palate.

His animal friends have helped with the ingredients; there’s honey drizzled on top, as well as crushed nuts. Freshly picked berries and edible flowers garnish the bowl too—oh, and we can’t forget a generous chunk of honeycomb!

… I don’t know much about Kingdom Hearts, but I’ve heard that Silver resembles Riku from KH?? So maybe Silver can offer some sea salt ice-cream too as a throwback 😂

… Was anyone surprised by this? No? No.

Sebek chose a tall parfait glass for serving so that the dessert can be as tall as possible. It’s a matcha and ube soft serve, swirled high. The green is Diasomnia’s color, and the purple is meant to be the color of the underside of Malleus’s cape. (Sebek wanted to include black ice-cream to for the Draconia royal color, but couldn’t find a good flavor.)

Art isn’t his forte, but Sebek did his best to “recreate the imposing, elegant image of wakasama” in his dessert. The cherry on top, flanked by two conical chocolate pieces, are meant to be Malleus and his horns. The wafer poking out is supposed to “enhance the young master’s presence”. All the other things are extra details in an effort to make the ice-cream larger than life: candied fruit peels arranged in a line (to resemble the spines on a dragon’s tail), mochi balls (“magestones”) piled to one side, and a chocolate biscuit stick + wafer that, together, look like Malleus’s staff.

Sebek tried really hard! … He will aggressively try to sell you on this item.

If you’re really hungry or with a large group, why not go for the Diasomnia Family Fundae? It’s their take on a sundae, served in a glass boat. There’s a whole banana, chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and three maraschino cherries! The bramble is made of dark chocolate.

Each student is represented by one scoop and a little candy or chocolate that helps to characterize the boy (horns, bat wings, lightning bolt, or sword). Sebek is a lemon-like sherbet, befitting of his loud, in-your-face personality. Lilia is a bright red berry flavor (strawberries, cherries, cranberries, etc.), like his favorite red juices, deep and complex. Silver is vanilla bean, pure, simple, and earnest. (He could also be a subtle lavender flavor, since that's a flower known to ease you into sleep.) And Malleus… well, that scoop is a pitch black, but the flavor is something you can’t quite place your tongue on. It’s a mystery, just like he is! (Maybe the shop changes the flavor every now and again. They can run a promo where if you guess the right flavor combo for that particular week’s Malleus scoop, they give you a discount or a free cone.)

A lot of chocolate sauce is dripping down from the Malleus scoop; this is because the sauce is supposed to be his “blot”. The bottom three scoops—Lilia, Sebek, and Silver—are blanketed by the chocolate thorns as a reference to how those three were sentenced to sleep.

[basiliskonline]

LETS MAKE SOME FUCKING STRAWBERRY TIRAMISU!

You only get ONE FUCKIN PICTURE cause this website fucking sucks and every attempt to put more than one into this has caused it to break. ANYWAY, ON TO THE FUCKING TIRAMISU!

This is an adapted recipe I inferred from an Easy Biscoff Tiramisu recipe i use all the fucking time! If you search for strawberry tiramisu on the internet I assume you will find some and i assume they will look really fucking similar to this, but I don't fucking know cause I never looked for any! But I totally admit I'm unlikely to have created something unique in the history of the whole damned world. Unless... Did I? Nah. Probably not...

Aight so first off we are gonna make some BOSS ASS MASCARPONE CREAM! You need:

MASCARPONE (Shocker!! Also: this is cheese! Yeah I had no fucking idea my favorite dessert was made with cheese but here we fucking are, anyway its delicious and even though you've never heard of it, you can find it at pretty much any fucking store!) You need about 8 oz!

Strawberries! I hope you bought a 2 lbs box of these motherfuckers cause you are gonna use MOST of that 2 pounds throughout this recipe. But you only need about 200 grams right now. Yeah all of this shit is mostly done in grams cause i have a little fucking kitchen scale i use and its fucking great.

Sugar! Just a lil bit. I used splenda, but ya know, you can use sugar. 2 tbsp of sugar or about 3-4 packets of splenda.

A splash of fucking vanilla extract. Yeah i never measure this shit, i just splash a bit in, measure that shit with love, but if you aren't familiar with vanilla don't measure with TOO MUCH LOVE, ya dig?

Some Heavy fucking WHIPPING CREAM, I use a Trader Joes Vegan Alternative cause my wife can't do too much dairy and its got less calorie and it tastes exactly like cream, but do whatever the fuck you like, I'm not your mom. You're gonna 2 cups of heavy whipping cream for this part (and a teensy bit for the next part)

Aight so here's the fucking deal. You are gonna take 200 grams of those strawberries and throw their ass in a food processor or blender or some shit and you just murder those lil bastards, it should be juicy and not to chunky. (also keep the tops greens and all for smoothies or eating and shit, they are edible and good for you, don't waste that shit).

Now you got some blended fucking strawberries, you throw the 8 ounces of Mascarpone cream in there along with the 2 tbsp of sugar (or 3-4 packets of splenda) and a splash of vanilla and then you are gonna mix that shit up with a power mixer of some kind (or I guess put some real elbow grease into it? fuck man if you are that much of a masochist than go for it, i support you, you do you!). Don't mix too long just like 60 seconds or so... cause the Mascarpone can "split" easily or something? IDK man, thats just what the recipe I adapted said so im passing it along! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

NEXT YOU THROW TWO CUPS OF THAT COLD ASS WHIPPING CREAM IN THERE AND WHIP THE SHIT OUT OF IT FOR ABOUT 1-2 MORE MINUTES UNTIL ITS GOT STIFF PEAKS AND SHIT!

Confucking grats, you got some delicious ass strawberry mascarpone cream in a bowl, go ahead and eat a spoonful because you FUCKING EARNED IT!

(I had originally intended to throw some zero-sugar strawberry torani syrup in that bitch to really make the strawberry pop, but turns out I didn't need it, but hey keep it in the back pocket if you like a lil fuckin strawberry in your strawberry, aye?)

Okay so next up you are gonna start making the FUCKING TIRAMISU! Heres what you need:

ALL THE REST OF THOSE FUCKING STRAWBERRIES

Vanilla wafers, I'm poor as fuck so I bought the amazon Happy Belly ones cause they are cheap af but you can do the like name brand ones if you're a fucking millionaire or some shit, or its like an anniversary or something, fucking splurge man, you fucking deserve it. Anyway, you are gonna need about 60 of those mother fuckers.

The rest of that goddamn cream!

Some sort of dish or dishes to put them in, I separate mine into two smaller rectangular dishes so i can freeze one for later (here's hoping it fucking works, I haven't fucking tried that before), but you can do it in one big one and have a great fucking week full of strawberry Tiramisu.

That big ass bowl of Strawberry Mascarpone cream.

Aight here we go, lets make this bitch: take those vanilla cookies and dip them in the cream and then layer the bottom of the pan for this, you want about one layer of them and then i just crumbled the shit out of some more and filled in cracks and spaces between the cookies with em and drizzled a lil cream in there. This will probably be about 15 cookies for two dishes and 30 or so for one dish.

Then you slice up some strawberries to whatever fucking thickness you like, and do a nice layer of those on top of the cookies.

Then you grab a fucking spoon and just spoon that shit onto the strawberries and spread it out nice and even (or not whatever, live your dreams). How much you use will depend on what kind of dishes you are working with. One dish? Half the fucking cream! Two dishes? One fourth the fucking cream in each. Get it? Got it. Good.

Dip some more fucking cookies in cream and do the same thing, layer them in there, crumble some more on top, I didn't pour any more cream on these ones but you probably could, idk, live your dream.

Another layer of sliced strawberries.

The rest of that fucking mascarpone strawberry cream!

Then I sliced some more strawberries on top again, but thats optional.

You probably have about idk 6-7 strawberries left from that 2 lbs pack, or less if you just packed those strawberries into that dish, good for you motherfucker, I love that for you!

Anywho, throw that shit in the fridge for a few hours or overnight or some shit and enjoy! 1/8th of the Tiramisu is a lil over 500 calories if you care about that shit.

[butters-flower-mom]

do you have any butters headcanons? :)

Oh man, I have so many. A lot of them are just little, insignificant things because those are honestly my favorite kind of headcanons. Stuff like I think his favorite dessert is banana pudding with Nilla wafers or that his favorite Animal Crossing villager is Sasha the rabbit. I'll just list my biggest headcanons that nothing could ever make me budge on.

Butters is autistic and either goes his whole life undiagnosed or is only diagnosed well into his adulthood.

He's so touched starved and will intentionally put himself in situations to make others bump into him or have to move him out of the way just so he can feel the warmth of another human being's touch.

When he gets older he goes through a period where he questions his gender, ultimately coming to the conclusion that he's cis but is very gender nonconforming. He has no problem dressing in full drag while still identifying entirely as a man. (I could see him using Marjorine as a drag queen stage name or something.)

He eventually realizes he's gynosexual and that he's attracted to people with traditionally feminine features and traits regardless of the person's actual gender.

He has a one-sided crush on Kenny ever since seeing him as Princess Kenny. Kenny is aware of it and though he doesn't reciprocate, it doesn't make their friendship awkward. Butters eventually grows out of the crush as the two get older and Kenny playfully teases him about it from time to time.

[bawkrya]

I THOUGHT I SENT A QUESTION, SO SORRY. I'M ALIVE, I SWEAR.

Okay, so who in your lair has food tastes most similar to your own? Stuff that you'd love to eat/do love to eat? And who has the most UNHOLY food tastes? Like petrified raisins and beef jerky on rye toast territory (or just something gross, but you get me hehene).

LMFAOO ITS ALL GOOD

as for the question, the closest would probably be Pizookie!

she's very VERY particular about what she likes to eat, and when she finds out what she likes, she'll get that same thing over and over again-- it's how she came to know the menu at Wafer's Bakery so well, because she had a set amount of items she knew she liked and would always get them. She leans towards sweets but has a few savory foods she might buy every now and then from other places. shes also named after a dessert i like, which is a dessert she Also gets a lot LMFAO

as for RANCID taste in food......... theres like quite a few contenders. Trolen eats the carcasses of imperials shes not using anymore, Anati eats literally any bugs or creatures that enters his water ever, but as for like specifically Made To Be Food things, Pentes might be the main man for that?!?!

he will eat literally anything so long as it's presented to him in a luxurious, over the top manner. Those fancy dinners where there's just dozens upon dozens of platters with weird ass food down a big ass table? he will eat all of it. He's literally a being made out of mud and he doesnt give a fuck. if it looks fancy he will eat it no matter what it is. it just really helps that hes not a being that has taste buds.

[georgiapeach30513]

Misguided Ghosts, Part 7

Summary:  It’s time for little Rosewyn Penelope Jensen

Pairings:  Jake Jensen X Reader, Jake Jensen X Charles Blackwood

Rating:  mature

Warnings:  language, childbirth, mentions of going mad, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.5K

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Strawberries.  It’s all your little Rosewyn wanted to eat.  Strawberry anything.  Jake had made sure that there was a fresh stock of strawberry ice cream, strawberry yogurt, strawberry lollipops, strawberry wafers, strawberry Kit Kats, strawberry jam, strawberry preserves, and of course all the strawberries you could want.  Varying different sizes, and colors, and something called pine berries that definitely looked like pink strawberries to you.  Rosewyn Penelope loved those the most.

You stop your cutting of the pine berries to rub over your belly, “You better quit it,” you warn her.  “I know you want a bite to eat, but if you don’t stop hurting mommy, you’re not getting anything,” your little angel quits kicking for a moment, and you pop one of the pink berries into your mouth.

“I’m making a strawberry, er, pine berry pie for us for tonight’s dessert.  We’ll have some whipped cream, and…oh,” you grab at your stomach again, “Rosewyn, darling, please, the oven is nearly preheated.”

She won’t talk to you, ya know? Charles rolls his eyes, but still watches you curiously.  There was a beauty to the way you moved around with just you and your bump.  You loved the thought of being pregnant.  Adored her already.  I just don’t understand why you do the things you do.  Even when she comes out of you, she’ll be dumb.

Your head perks up, and you turn to look behind you, staring directly at Charles who freezes.  Did you hear me?  Rosewyn, I apologize, but babies are dumb.

Taking a deep breath, because you felt yourself going crazy in this house.  You swore you heard something.  You start humming Brahms lullaby, ignoring whatever it was you heard.  You have heard more voices since being pregnant.  More reason to think you and Jake weren’t alone.  That portrait had to go.  You didn’t care if it was burned or taken to a museum, he had to go.  

“Ugh,” you squeeze at your stomach again, slamming the knife on the counter, “Little lady if you don’t…oh shit,” trickles of liquid start drifting down your leg, and your lip starts to tremble.  “J-J-Jake,” you squeak out, knowing that there was no way that he heard that.  “Shit, ahh!” Crumpling up from the pain that lights up your body.

Charles stares at you dumbfounded for a moment, about to curse you for peeing on the floor.  Oh shit! Your water broke.

“I’m seriously going crazy.  Ahh!” You scream, starting to sink to the floor.

Jake!  Jacob Jensen! Charles jumps from the counter, ready to find your boyfriend who was still sleeping away.

“I wanted to surprise, daddy!” You cry out, getting upset that the pie was most definitely put on hold.  “Rosewyn, you love the pink strawberries.”

“Jake!” Charles materializes, starting to shake Jake awake.  “Jacob!”

“Only my mother calls me that,” he mumbles, flopping over on the other side.  “Go away.  I’m mad at you.”

“Be mad, but,” he didn’t have to say anything when you scream again, and Jake jolts awake on the bed.  “Yeah, she’s in labor.”

“You could have said something.  Damn…how long?”

“That mucus plug you two were talking about is in my kitchen.”

“Really?  You’re going to complain about something like that?” Jake asks, grabbing at his glasses.  “These are dirty.”

“Jake!  Jake, I think the baby is coming!”

“Damn.  Shit!  Fuck!  Asshole,” he points a finger at Charles.  “I’m putting clothes on!  Uh,” Jake didn’t have time to think as he grabs up what he wore yesterday, and Charles turns up his nose, “I’ve got clothes in the bag beside the door…did I put it beside the door?  Is it in the car?  In the closet?”

“That monstrosity of yours, hers, and my daughter’s clothes is beside the door.  You tripped over it, remember?  Because it’s too big.  Why do you need so many things?” Jake nods his head, slipping on some boots, without tying them.  “Wait?”

“A baby is going to be coming out of my girlfriend, and you’re asking me to wait?  Seriously?  Timing, dude.”

“I’m not your dude.  I just…” Jake’s eyes go wide, urging Charles to hurry with whatever he was wanting to ask, “Can I try and enter your body, and leave?  There is a strong possibility she’s mine or at least both of ours.  I want to be there.”

“Huh?”

“I know I’m an ass.”

“Yeah, threatening us.  That’s my girlfriend, and my daughter, and you…you’re a meanie.”

“Jake!  Hurry!”

“But I did help you land your girl, I should be there.  I want to be there, and it might not even work,” staring with an irritated face, Jake holds his hands open wide, lifting his head to the ceiling.  “Is this an invitation?”

“Are you a vampire?  You have my permission to enter my body.”

“Jake!” You growl as Charles steps into Jake’s body, and Jake runs down the stairs, and into the kitchen where you were doubled over, trying to breathe steadily.  “What.  The.  Hell.  Took you so long?”

“I was…breathing?” You look up at him, and if looks could kill, Jake would be as dead as Charles.  “I’m sorry, I’m kind of a…new man right now, and…wow, honey, you were making us a pine berry pie?  Rosewyn would have been so happy.”

“Rosewyn is clawing her way out of my vagina.”

“Really?” He quips; his voice going up an octave.

“No, not really.  But your daughter is also…ugh…” your eyes roll into the back of your head, as you grunt through the contraction.  “She’s impatient Jake…can we?”

“Yeah, right.  Right…oh can I look?” Your head jerks up to look at him so fast, and you curl your lip up at him.  “Like, am I allowed to look when she’s playing peek-a-boo with your vagina?”

“Are you going to fuck me again?” You ask, directing Jake to walk you out the door.

Why would you want to see that?

“I like seeing your cunt stretched out,” he shrugs.

I worry about you.  This is weird.

“It’s not weird.  It’s beautiful.  Sometimes it’s sexual, but this is beautiful.  Our daughter is going to be squeezing out of your vagina.  Yes, I’ll continue to have sex with you, Giggles, I’ve wanted this since we became friends.”

“You have?” You sweetly ask, stopping just to look up at him.  He nods, smiling and gives you a kiss, “Jake, we’re about to be….ah!  We gotta go.  Let’s go.”

“Wish us luck,” Jake mumbles, hoping that he doesn’t feel Charles get jerked out of his body after he walks out of the house.  Or leaves the property.  Or…Jake wasn’t exactly sure where Charles was going to be cut off.  He was thankful that for once Charles was quiet.  Letting Jake fully be present with you.

He tries to flip his eyes to the back of his head, wondering if he could spy Charles.  Would he know if he was still even with him?  Would Rosewyn pop out of your body, and she glowed like how Charles sometimes did?  He was starting to worry.  He had too many questions.

“Yes!” Charles screams through Jake’s voice, and both you and Jake jolt at the scream.  You turn to look at him confused, as he straightens the car back out.

Sorry.  Just thought I’d let you know, I’m still very much present.  And I wasn’t poofed back into my chair.  Is it because that really is my daughter and I’m able to be with her.

Could you enter into the baby?

What?

“Well, wouldn’t it be neat to feel birth as a baby, but you were conscious as an adult,” trying to breathe through another contraction, you glare at Jake.  “I mean, imagine seeing the vagina from the inside out.”

“Our baby is not interested in my vagina, Jake!”

“Oh,” he sheepishly says, apologizing to you.  “I’m going to drive a bit faster.”

You’re an idiot.  I’m not going to enter into the baby.  It’s gross.  The only part of me I want in her pussy is my fingers, my tongue, or my fat cock.

Or just use me to fuck her while she’s awake.

Are you ever going to tell her?

Are you?

Both men sit quietly, and Jake offers his hand over to you, and you grab it immediately.  Squeezing the life out of his hand, while he grimaces.  He didn’t even know what pain was.  Didn’t know that you were enduring this for your precious angel.

Is she going to glow?

Who?

The baby.  Let’s say the baby is in fact yours or at least a mix of us, will she glow?

I have no clue.  I’ve never done this or even know if it’s possible.  I saw her looking like a fucking goddess and she was flirting with my portrait, and I wanted to fuck her.  Mid fuck I got the bright idea of knocking her up, and then YOU came into the picture.  You were never meant to be there.

But…you have no idea what you’re doing?  What if there’s like ghost STIs or…

I don’t have a disease!  My cock is clean.

But…you just…you don’t know what you’re doing, and you’re testing out a theory.

That’s how all good scientists do their research.

Are you a scientist?

No.

I hate you.

I abhor you as well.

“Jake!  Slow down, there’s the entrance to the damn hospital!  Jake, are you freaking out because you’re about to be a dad?” You were starting to get worried.  He was so distracted.  It was weird, and made you nervous.

No, he’s just having a conversation with me in his head.  Maybe I’m not even really here.  Maybe you have descended into madness, and this is all a figment of your imagination.

“I’m so happy about being parents, and more happy because it’s with you.  Our Rosewyn Penelope Jensen is going to be so spoiled,” and I hate you!

Ehh, I do think you really have gone mad.

“Oh, she’s…she’s giving birth right now,” the doctor lifts up your blanket, giving an awkward laugh up to you and Jake.  “You weren’t lying dad.  Look,” he smiles back at a nurse pointing towards you, “Hair.”

“Could you maybe fucking deliver our baby?”

“No need to cuss dad.  We gotta wait on a contraction.  Yep.  There it is,” you hated this place.  The doctor was a fucking weirdo.  The nurses even looked at him like he was a pariah in his own hospital.  They were disgusted by the way he was acting.  “Dad, you want to watch?”

You give him a head nod as he steps down to you.  His eyebrows go to the top of his head, and he looks back up with an awkward grin, “You feel that?”

“I feel everything,” you groan, pushing again.  “Is she out yet?” You pant, getting a moment of rest while you wait.  And here comes another one.

“She’s…uh, that’s my baby’s head.  Oh!  Giggles, keep going, baby.  Keep…oh,” he looks up at you confused.  And then back down to the doctor fully pulling Rosewyn out of you.

“She’s not crying.  Jake, why isn’t crying?  Is there something wrong with my baby,” the tears of pain were now worried cries, but then you see her fingers start to bend, “Why isn’t she crying?”

“She’s breathing,” Charles makes Jake turn to glare at the doctor.  He had kept his eyes closed inside of Jake.  He didn’t need to see you pushing out a baby.  But then the doctor brought up the fact she was breathing.  She looked a little blue to him.  Blue meant ghostling.  He was sure of that.  “She’s just…she’s very calm.  Rosewyn.”

“Don’t you pinch my baby!” Jake screams at him, ready to grab the baby and hold her close to his chest.

“I squeezed her arm,” he gives Jake a shrug, and looks over at you, “Overprotective dad, am I right?  So…you guys live at Blackwood Manor?”

“It’s a castle!” Charles shouts through Jake, and Jake retches.  

Man stop doing that.  It’s making me sick.

“Yeah…so is that where you two live?”

“Can you give me my baby!” What was wrong with this man?  You just wanted to hold your daughter, and he was asking about where you lived.  “Once I have her, then we can discuss my place of living.”

“Doctor, the baby, she needs her mom,” a nurse looks between you and the doctor.  “The mother and baby need each other.”

“Oh, yeah.  Won’t have to pinch her anymore.  You got a, um,” he stops talking long enough for the nurse to get you situated.  “Yeah, uh…my mom always told me that my dad was the illegitimate son of Charles Blackwood.”

What did he just say?

“For real?  Like, you’ve got Blackwood blood in you?  That creepy…handsome portrait of Charles is in our formal living room,” you couldn’t stop staring at this precious baby.  Her eyes blink up at you, and you can't stop your tears.  She was perfect.  So soft, so beautiful, and she was yours and Jake’s.

“That’s the rumor.  Oh, here comes the after birth.”

Please, don’t watch that.

I’m going to watch my baby.

“Jake,” you whine, picking up your daughter who was wide eyed and sight looking around the room.  “She never cries.  Have you heard her cry?”

“No.”

Because she’s a ghostling.  You see a bit of blue in her skin color?  Haunting blue.

“She’s fine,” he squeaks, reaching out to hold her.  “Are you sleeping?”

“No,” you admit.  You couldn’t relax.  “I’m afraid that she’ll starve to death.  Am I nursing her too much?  And then I think she’s always got a dirty diaper, but she just doesn’t cry.  She doesn’t whine, doesn’t make a peep.  And…something is wrong.  Rosewyn, won’t you cry for mommy?”

Oh, my god, Charles rolls his eyes.  He walks over to Jake, leaning over Rosewyn, and she sneezes.  Looking directly at him, before her mouth turns up into a smile.  Most parents would kill to be in your position.  A baby that never cries sounds like a walk in the park.  And she smiles at me.

“I just feel that there’s something wrong with her.”

“She doesn't look blue,” Jake says too loudly.  “She’s perfect.  Look at her.  She’s a little princess.  No!  A little angel.”

A little ghost.

“A perfect little angel,” he repeats, pulling you over onto his arms.  “And I got the best girls in the world.”

And you're the best delusional step father I’ve ever met.  Have you figured out if I’m a ghost or if you’re just going crazy?  It’s kinda funny to get into your thoughts, replying to everything.  Maybe Jakey Jakey is a bit crazy?  Haha…you don’t even know what is real.

“She’s real, Giggles.  And she’s really ours.”

You’re going to pretend I don’t exist now aren’t you?  Have me in your thoughts for the rest of your life.  But ignore me.  Ignore my every word as you sink further into your darkness.  Your little blue tinted baby that’s really mine, saw me.  Do you even know what’s real anymore?  Are you even here?  Is she even here?  Have you created this reality because you couldn’t face the real one?  Weren’t you captured in war?  Can you be sure what’s real?

“I’ve got everything I’ve ever wanted.  Right in my arms.”

Live in denial.  You and I both know what’s really going on here, don’t we?  

Don’t we?

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[blinddreams24]

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The smell of baked goodies slowly spread across the castle. You know this because the scent is what coaxed you out of the library this time. You set your book in its proper place and headed towards the kitchen. It was faint, but you were able to pick up a few scents from the rest. Cinnamon. Sugar. Peanut butter. Various berries. And definitely batter.

You perked up. Horror must be in one of his ‘dessert’ moods. The last time he did that was around the time you’d first joined. He’d made so many pastries that the gang almost had leftovers. You were surprised how much they could eat. Even if they were skeletons and it didn’t make sense how they could eat in the first place. You also quickly learned to guard your food. Killer was a thief. And Dust too, but he was insanely good at not getting caught. The rest didn’t really steal at all with the exception of Cross and chocolate.

Anyways, you entered the kitchen and were greeted by cinnamon rolls, various cookies(excluding any chocolate), and a few cobblers that Horror was still cooking. On the counter sat a muffin tin with raw batter still inside. Looked like cupcakes were next.

“Hey, Horror. Whatcha makin’?” You leaned against the doorframe.

The skeleton in question looked up at you as he pulled out one of the cobblers. He didn’t seem shocked to see you but, then again, he never did. “Makin’ peach cobbler.” He said, gently shaking the cobbler to show you before pointing inside the oven at the other two desserts. “Blueberry cobbler. Strawberry cobbler.” He spoke slowly as he set the peach version down on a coaster.

“Smells great.” You said. “I wish I could cook like you do. Your cooking is always amazing.”

Horror looked over his shoulder at you and smiled. “You don’t have to. . . Your cooking is good, too.”

“Pffft!” You laugh. “Horror, if you didn’t stand by me, helping me cook, I’d burn the food to a crisp!”

He shook his head. “No, you wouldn’t.”

“Horror.” You calmed yourself and looked Horror dead in the eye. “I’ve burnt pudding.”

His eye light went out.

. . .

“HOW?!?!”

You startled at the new voice and turned to see Cross behind you. He looked shocked, horrified, and fascinated all at once.

He lowered his volume. “How do you burn pudding???”

“That’s what I’m saying!” You laugh.

“How is that even possible?!?”

“I don’t know!!”

“How would you even…” Cross’s brows scrunched together. “What else have you burned?? Water???”

“No, I have not succeeded in burning water, yet.”

“Yet??”

Horror cleared his throat at you both. “You cook well here.”

“Thank you. I’m better at cooking if someone is there to help me. And you’ve been great at teaching me.” You smiled.

Cross looked like he was puzzling something out. “Are you telling me that this entire time, if Horror had left you alone in the kitchen, you would have burnt something??”

You mock scoffed. “It would take a few minutes! I’m not Killer.”

A grin grew across Horror’s face. “You are like Killer though.”

“Oh my stars, Horror, no!” You laughed.

“Someone call me?”

“Speak of the devil.” Cross grumbled as Killer leaned over his shoulder.

“You love me.” Killer peered past you at the food on the table. “Your cooking can be smelled from across the castle, Horror.”

“So can Y/N’s, too, apparently.” Cross mumbled.

“What??” Killer laughed, looking between you and Horror. “What does that mean?”

You rolled your eyes, smile still present on your face. “I was telling these guys about how I burn nearly everything without supervision.”

Killer shrugged. “There’s no way you burn every-”

“Pudding.”

Killer choked on air.

The room burst with laughter as Killer struggled to catch his breath.

“Pudding??” Killer sputtered, eye sockets wide. “How?!?”

You shrug. “Honestly, no idea.”

Killer’s eyes narrowed. “. . . Are you pulling my leg?”

“No, unfortunately. I was making vanilla wafer pudding, had to make the pudding myself, and somehow managed to burn it.”

Horror moved the cupcakes into the oven. “You eat it?”

“Hmm?” You looked over at him, confused.

He closed the oven and set the timer before turning to you. “Did you eat it?”

You thought back. “. . . Yeah. We did eat it. You couldn’t even taste the burnt parts despite seeing that there were little burnt flakes in it.”

“Was it good?”

You shot Cross a confused look and he just shrugged. “Yeah. It was pretty good. Why do you ask?”

A grin split Horror’s face. He pointed at you. “You’re a good cook.”

“I-” You stuttered. “Thanks. But I’m really not-”

“No.” Horror interrupted. He stepped forward and jabbed your chest with a finger. “You are a good cook. No buts.”

Rubbing your chest, you mumbled a more skeptical ���thanks’. Cross’s eye lights flicked to you.

“You’ve been helping Horror in the kitchen, right?” Killer asked while leaning on Cross.

“Yeah. When I can. Why?” You eyed Killer suspiciously.

He shrugged. “I haven’t noticed any change in Horror’s cooking since you joined. Have you?” Killer poked at Cross.

Cross slapped him away. “No, if anything, it’s gotten better somehow.” Cross looked you in the eyes. “You’re doing great, Y/N.”

You smiled. “Thanks.” You looked at the table decorated in sweets. “Hey, Horror. Can we eat that yet or do you want us to wait?”

Horror grunted. “Soon. I’ll call when it’s ready.” He then shooed you three out of the kitchen to finish cooking.

[kinmokusei-stars]

🍰 Some fake Kouko collab cafe dishes! More info and explanations under the cut! 💚

I've watched Emirichu for quite literally years, and (not so) recently she's started posting Anime Collab Cafe content! Safe to say I'm a tad obsessed LMAO I've been in love with Dungeon Meshi for a while, so seeing that there was a Collab Cafe for that made me lose my MIND over how much love and care was put into it! o(≧▽≦)o

HOWEVER. It reminded me that there was actually an Inuyasha Collab Cafe made a while back! And as a person who loves food and seeing what stuff collab cafes come up with, I figured why not make my own hypothetical drink and dishes! I've never seen anyone else do this with an OC, but I thought it would be a blast! It was wonderful practice to try and draw more semi-realistic food! („• ᴗ •„)

I tried to mimic how the menus I saw for the official Inuyasha collab cafe while adding my own little style, and I think it turned out pretty nice!

So here they are!

Kouko's lavender and blackberry milk tea, The Lover's Stew, and the Loyal Steed cheesecake!

I wanted a drink, a savory food, and a dessert, and I had just the idea for all of them!

🧋 - Kouko's drink is a lavender and blackberry flavored Milk tea! It has a pleasant ombre from a light blue down to a dark indigo because of blackberry boba pearls!

I also noticed that some of the drinks had these paper bits wrapped around the center, and that lent itself perfectly to Kouko's waist scarf, so of course that's in there! I gave her a unique glass shape, that tapers out from the middle to be wider at the top, to reference Kouko's build being more top-heavy and muscular, because I thought that might be a really cute detail. ( ´ ꒳ ` )

I could go on for hours about each aspect and why I added the specific flavors, but I won't yap on for too long, we still have two dishes to talk about!

🍲 - Naturally, the best idea for the savory dish was the stew that Kouko gave to Inuyasha that kicked off them becoming friends! (Foreshadowing for my next planned art piece? 👀)

I usually describe it as a soup, but honestly, I think it's way more fitting that it'd be a stew! (And yes, there's a difference LMAO) So the lover's stew would be a hearty beef and potato stew! Not entirely canon-accurate to the story, but it'd undeniably be tasty. It's the thought that counts. It's something simple, but really warm and filling!

I referenced the Tentacle & Kelpie Stew from Dungeon Meshi to get the nice warm energy I wanted, since all the food art in that show is gorgeous and makes you feel such emotion by just looking at it, and I really do think it turned out beautiful!

🍰 - And last but not least the Loyal Steed Cheesecake! You KNOW I had to add something with Aiko and Kouko, since her horse is so important to her, even if I don't draw them together often, because horses are absolute nightmares to draw LMAO

I will admit, this was the hardest one to do! (¯▿¯')

I had had a pretty easy time with the other two, but I flip flopped a lot with the cheesecake. I went from a peach cheesecake to try and get a sunset ombre effect, to a matcha one with a wafer of her and Aiko stood on top to look like she's on a nice cliffside, before settling on the blue and green one with what's probably a chocolate or wafer in the shape of her riding Aiko on it, so look like they're walking along some scenery! The little whipped cream dollops on the top could be seen as clouds, which is really cute, to me. ( = ⩊ = )

My biggest idea was the cute plate layout, with the small cocoa dust hoofprints leading to the slice, which I just couldn't get rid of!

Also, this is one of the only times you'll be seeing Kouko in anything resembling a maid dress. I decided to put her in a cute frilly apron over a sleeveless version of her kimono outfit! (Because if the guns aren't out, what are we doing? LMAO)

[tethrras]

💥🍩📚 for the oc emojis ask!

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

i'd say lavinia has a lot of trouble dealing with like. melancholy and nostalgia. she would def be the type to waste have a day reminiscing on old memories and absolutely does it all the time. she always has a dreamy sounding memory from her childhood to share that she is always looking at through rose coloured glasses. she loved her childhood a lot and misses it and the simpleness of it all very often. she is a generally very wistful and nostalgic person and yeah i'd say it weighs down on her a lot actually, more than it should

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

i did scour the baked goods, desserts and sweet treats section of the wiki for this and i think i've come up with 3 favourites because i can't pick one: marshmallows, lemon flavoured wafers, and lemon cake. one thing about my blond ocs is that they will be yellow coded in some way shape or form and ig for lavinia it's her taste in food <3

📚 BOOKS - how were they at school? what is their best subject? what is their worst subject? do they have a favourite subject?

i talk a lil bit about this here - lavinia wasn't the best at a lot of school subjects bc she learns more from Doing as opposed to listening. so i think when she was at an age where she could engage with philosophical debates w her tutors, that's what she would like the most. usually religious and maybe veering into political (but she tried not to think about politics too much as a kid bc it stressed her out). she would probs also really like anatomy but only if she was given diagrams to look at or models to take apart and stuff. if she isn't given something active to keep her attention she WILL start daydreaming. know this

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[quartzalynlove]

Banana Pudding

Pairing: Ranpo Edogawa x Black! Fem! Reader

Summary: Ranpo tries banana pudding

A/n: how can I write soul crushing angst and tooth rotting fluff in the same day? No idea man.

~

You were preparing something special for Ranpo for when he came home from the Agency. A while ago you told him about a certain sweet you missed. It was your mother's banana pudding. Ranpo said he had never heard of anything like it, so you decided you would make it for him one day.

You weren't sure if it would be as good as your mom's, but you gave your all into making it knowing that if it was made right, Ranpo would love it.

Ranpo would be home any minute, and you were finished covering the top with vanilla wafer cookies. He was just in time because as you placed the last cookie on, Ranpo walked through the front door.

"I'm home, honey!"

He expected to find you in the family room watching TV, but you were next to it at the kitchen island with your curls tied back and your apron on.

"Hey, baby." You greeted him.

The presence of something sweet immediately had Ranpo's attention, especially since it was you who made it. He went to your side to see what you had made.

"What's this?"

You smiled. "Banana pudding."

Ranpo's face lit up and you saw that he could hardly contain his excitement, eager to try the dessert he had heard you praise in the past. A delighted laugh fell from your lips as you went to grab a spoon. Without hesitation you led a spoonful of banana pudding into Ranpo's mouth and awaited his— hopefully— delighted reaction. However the second the dessert made contact with Ranpo's tastebuds, the handle of the spoon dropped.

Ranpo's eyes opened, but he stood completely still. You watched in slight concern, thinking he was just messing with you, but then a light stream of tears fell down Ranpo's cheeks.

You panicked and couldn't help how your voice rose in pitch. Of course you messed it up. What did you miss?

"Oh no, I knew I should've called my mom; oh God, what did I do! Listen, baby, I swear it's really good I just messed somethi—"

In the middle of your anxious rambling you heard the spoon clatter on the counter, and suddenly, your body was pulled into Ranpo's. He was clutching onto you for dear life; after a while he loosed his grip and buried his face into your neck. You felt his warm breath as he exhaled, and to your surprise, his lips press softly on your neck. You stood flustered for a moment until Ranpo pulled away, holding your hands in his.

"I've had some great sweets in my day, but that might be the best I've ever had."

His smile was a mile wide, and it was contagious. You laughed from sheer relief.

"Really?"

"Honey, it lived up to your praise and then some."

Ranpo began to run the pads of his thumbs over your knuckles with a coy look.

"Would it be too much to ask for a fresh bowl everyday?"

You laughed. "Well, then you'd get sick of it."

"Never."

Ranpo pulled you close for an appreciative kiss.

[winters-mistress]

uncle makes mistakes

"Here you go, squirt." Lambert says, passing the cone behind his shoulder. Before he completes the rotation, the youngest adopted son of Vesemir eyes the green and chocolate speckled wafer cone, and his impulse gets the better of him as Eskel drives off from the drive through window.

He opens his mouth and takes a lovely bite of the sweet, minty, chocolatey goodness. The ice cream melts on his tounge, and his lips slide across the dessert, before he pulls it away and leans it back over his shoulder.

"Ew. What the hell?" His niece's voice is full of disgust. "You told me you were gonna get me an ice cream for passing my test, then eat it in front of me?" Her voice is low, and he can hear the rustle of denim and chiffon as she sits back in her seat, obviously having no intention of taking the treat from his hand.

"Uncle tax." Lambert shrugs. "I paid for it, I get a bit. But you can have the rest, it's yours." He extends the cone a little more, but thr kid doesn't move.

"I'm not gonna eat a half eaten ice cream cone that's got your spit all over it, uncle." Ciri doesn't move to take the cone. "Eat it, it's yours."

Lambert finally lowers the cone back to his lap, and he and Eskel give each other a look, silent and knowing.

"Would you like us to go back around and get you another?" Eskel asks, glancing in the mirror to look at his nice, who stares out of the window, her head leaning back against the headrest, big green eyes large and unseeing as she stares out at the streets.

"No, thank you." her voice is soft, her fingers twiddling together as she continues to stare out the window. "I'd like to go home."

"Come on, girl." Lambert turns around in his seat to look at her. "You were so chuffed to pass that test, so glad and happy. All this because I took a bit of ice cream?"

"It's not the ice cream, uncle. The spit, the germs. It grosses me out, makes me feel sick. And you can't just take a bit of something you bought something for someone without asking, or without a spoon. I don't want it, I don't want any ice cream or anything else. I just want to go home now." Ciri explains, her voice is soft, her hands laying on her lap as she looks at her red haired uncle.

Lambert sighs as he looks at her again. "Sorry, kid. Do you want to grab a cake or something from a bakery, something you can eat tomorrow?"

"No, thank you. I just want to go home now."

Lambert sighs again and he looks forward once more. Eskel glances at him, the way he clenches his hand around the cone, as it shatters and spills cold ice cream all over his hand. He curses and throws the mess out of the window, before they finally pull onto the motorway that leads them to their mountain home.

"You alright, kid?" Eskel asks after they've arrived at Kaer Morhen, drive full of Geralt, Vesemir, Jaskier, Coen and all their foster brothers' cars.

"Yeah." Ciri's voice is small as she gathers her bags and folders from the back, pulling the backpack over one shoulder, holding everything else on her hip.

"Tell you what," Eskel whispers. "After Lamb goes to bed tonight, what do you say we get a little revenge on his nasty ass? Put a bucket of water on top of his door, ice water next to his slippers, put dye in his shampoo?"

Ciri chuckles at Eskel's smirk. "Why not?"

[okinawa-division]

It’s just that Japan has turned around into the midsummer —The perfect time to enjoy a beach trip for most people.

Once a certain jet-black car has reached its destination at one of the best hot-spots being reviewed in Okinawa, the boy with reddish hair has been spotted stepping out of the car …with a number of boxes in his arms. 

The seashell chimes hanging above the bar’s doors let out their lovely rattling sound as he gets inside.

“Good afternoon, mister. Are you perhaps Mr. Young of Eagle’s Nest? I’m Yuuya Kanata from Nara division. I’m here today to relay the birthday presents from my team.”

“This box is my gift. They may look all yummy but they are in fact scented candles I found nice. If by any chance, I think they will make good decorations to your bar at nighttime. Their smells are quite something too. This one has a vanilla scent, this one is strawberry milkshake, this one is butter cream, and many more —Well, they all smell like desserts in my opinion.”

And then he brings out a cooler box. 

“Okay, these ones are actually edible haha. They’re Monaka ice cream made from my teammate despite him telling me that making ice cream isn’t really his land of expertise. Even so, he expects something cool like ice cream would sell off rather well in summer and more particularly; maybe somewhere with a tropical climate like in Okinawa. And in case you want to be more creative with them, the empty shells (crispy wafer) are also available in the additional bag.”

“From Saigo-san are the beautifully painted ceramic plates and the last one is from Mr. Chishio —Hmm, the latter is like… the assistant of Saigo-san? Honestly, just how many jobs this guy has been carrying under that title. I don’t know why, but Mr. Chishio seems to know your place rather well even before we entered the DRB. He even asked me to tell you ‘Thank you for the trading’ and give me his own gift for you.”

Inside the box from the guy called Chishio are a collection of kitchen knives for various uses ...Just don’t get the wrong idea. Japanese are known for using different knives for each different role in the kitchen. So, the ultimate motive behind this gift is only for cooking …Definitely, not for murdering someone, maybe?

“And that’s all we’ve got for you today. Lastly, Happy Birthday Mr. Young —EH? YOU ALSO GOT A KITTY?” 

Seemingly distracted for a minute, the boy soon keeps his composure back from petting the kitten a couple of times. 

“…It’s a shame that I’ve to fetch some seafoods for my teammates before dinnertime, so let me say a good-bye for today. Nevertheless, hope you and your teammates all have a nice year!”

——— BONUS: about fifteen minutes ago

Chishio: We’ve already arrived at the bar so why don’t we order some liquor on our way home?

Yuuya: How do you forget that I’m still underage and alcohol seems likely to be downright sedative to me? What wicked humor you have today, Chishio-san. At least don’t convince your minor to be your drinking friend!

Chishio: *chuckles* Aren't you 19 this year, kid?

Rashaad smiled at the handful of gifts he had received from the Nara Division. Truthfully, he wasn't all that familiar with them, though he did know of them. It was one of the many perks of being a bartender; you knew just about everyone in Japan, whether they had revealed themselves or not. He made a mental note that he'd have to interact with the Nara team later on when he had some free time. Before he departed, the bar owner disappeared quickly into his bar before returning with a bottle of sake and some cups.

"For Chishio-san and Fuyugami-san," Rashaad stated, handing him the bottle and the cups. "Tell them to make sure it's thoroughly heated first."

Bidding the young teenager a farewell, Rashaad looked at the gifts he had received. Out of all of them, the candles were perhaps his favorite. Opening a random one, he quickly lit it with his lighter. In a matter of seconds, the entire bar seemed to smell like some fruity cereal, making Rashaad nod his head, enjoying the aroma.

Sitting down on one of the stools in his bar, he chose the vanilla and chocolate parfait as he began digging into it, eating it was his hands. He heard a small 'purr' from above and looked as it was his kitten, Coco, whom Rashaad had forgotten was on top of his head. Looking up at him, he placed a small thing of ice cream on one of the plates, Fuyugami-san had given him.

The feline, not needing to be told twice, dug into the sweet milky treat, using his small tongue to eat it. The scene made Rashaad grin; this birthday was truly shaping up to be, perhaps, his best upon leaving the States.

Thanks for the gift!