#(oh I just KNOW I can only eat one slice of that chocolate cake or else I die)

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🍽 source: Dr. Oetker Schulkochbuch für den Elektroherd (translation: Dr. Oetker school cook book for the electric stove) ➛ publisher: Ceres-Verlag Rudolf-August Oetker KG ➛ 16th Improved Edition 1969 ➛ Printed in Germany

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hope you don't mind me asking but could reader adopt harris officially? it'd be a sweet little blurb ☺️

Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

Summary: Harris makes a special request on his birthday: for you to adopt him and officially be his mommy.

TW: mention of parental neglect/drug use, pretty much just all fluff and happiness

WC: 2.2k

A/N: Happy Mother's Day to all of the moms out there! Y'all are badasses who deserve to be celebrated. I used this video for the judge's dialogue to ensure accuracy.

February 2001

“So, Har,” Eddie starts through a mouthful of cake, “did you have a good birthday?”

Harris nods emphatically, digging into his own slice. A dollop of vanilla frosting dots the tip of his nose, but he continues eating, unbothered.

Eddie looks at you as you try to contain the inevitable mess that Hendrix will make. His chubby cheeks are already decorated with chocolate cake, and he’s only a few bites in. “Can you believe we have a nine-year-old now?”

You shake your head. The years truly have flown by, and though you haven’t had the privilege of being there for all of them, it feels as though Harris’s fifth birthday was only yesterday. 

“What’s crazy to me is that Harris is the same age you were when I took you in,” Wayne says to Eddie. He glances at his nephew, a wistful look in his old eyes. 

“Oh, yeah!” Harris grins. “I forgot you took care of Daddy.”

Eddie leans back in his seat and smirks. “Did you ever regret adopting me, Old Man?” 

“Every damn day.”

While he may have tuned out his dad and grandfather’s back-and-forth, you can see Harris pause before he continues eating. He’s never been one to stifle his curiosity, the wheels in his head turning as he processes the information. 

His time to ask a question grinds to a halt when Hendrix slams his little palm right into the cake slice, grabs a chunk of it, and smashes it into his face. If any actually got in his mouth, it would be a miracle. 

Harris gets his opportunity later that night. Eddie tucks him into bed, pulling the SpongeBob comforter up to his chin, and kisses his head. 

“Daddy?” Harris asks before Eddie can stand up. 

“Hmm?”

“Why did Grampa adopt you?”

Eddie exhales, chewing on the inside of his cheek. As his eldest son has gotten older, he’s become more honest with him, not constantly shielding him from painful truths. He chooses his words carefully before speaking again. 

“Well, my mom and dad weren’t good parents. They didn’t take care of me, and they made a lot of bad choices,” he says. Memories flash through his mind, ones of eviction notices and strangers constantly in his home. Ones of police officers snapping handcuffs on his parents’ wrists, the two of them too far gone to even register to the severity of the situation. He shakes it off, turning his attention back to Harris. “And so Grampa Wayne took me in and adopted me so I would have a safe, happy home.”

“Like how my mom made bad choices? My real mom?”

Eddie nods, wondering if Harris knows how closely their situations resembled each other. Except you did what your father didn’t–you changed, he reminds himself. 

“Yeah, like that.”

Harris thinks for a moment. “But now Mom is my mom. So does that mean she adopted me?”

“No, she didn’t adopt you.” His heart sinks when he sees the small pout forming on Harris’s lips. “Not yet, anyway.”

“Why not?”

Eddie scratches at his jawline, his nails digging into a particular itchy patch of stubble. “Well, honestly…we wanted to make sure it was what you wanted, Har. Because Mom will love you no matter what,” he makes sure to add. 

Without any hesitation, Harris declares, “It’s what I want.”

“Are you sure? You can sleep on it—” Eddie feels a smile tugging on the corners of his mouth despite his attempt to remain neutral. Yes, his son often acts on impulse, but Eddie can tell this isn’t one of those instances. 

Harris huffs out an impatient sigh, irritated that he even has to explain himself. “Dad, I’m nine now,” he says matter-of-factly. “I’m almost double-digits. And I know I want Mom to adopt me.”

Eddie grins wider, pressing a kiss to his son’s forehead. “All right, bud. You got it.” He stands up with a grunt, something that Harris has already dubbed an ‘old man noise.’ “We’ll talk about this more tomorrow, okay?”

“Mm-hm,” Harris agrees sleepily, cocooning himself in his blankets while Eddie turns out the light. 

Eddie is teeming with excitement when he sees you sitting in the family room, an open bag of sour cream and onion potato chips in your lap. Hendrix was fast asleep in his crib, and it was finally time for you and your husband to relax. 

“So,” Eddie says, sliding onto the couch cushion next to you and plucking a chip from the bag, “it turns out that the birthday boy has one more gift request. A big one, actually.”

You raise your brows. “How big? Like, Hot Wheels track big or space camp big?”

“Neither.” Eddie’s eyes gleam. “He wants you to adopt him.”

You sit up quickly, a smile stretching across your face. “Are you…are you serious?”

“One hundred percent.” Eddie says with a nod. “He insisted on it, actually. I don’t think you could say no even if you wanted to.”

His teasing would normally draw a snarky retort from you, but you’re too overwhelmed to come up with a quip. “Harris wants me to adopt him,” you say slowly, letting each word seep into your tongue. 

Eddie kisses your cheek, his nose brushing your warm skin. “This is everything I ever wanted for him, you know,” he murmurs. Another kiss, then he tilts your chin so he can place his lips on yours. “Thank you for loving him.”

You snuggle in closer, your head resting on his shoulder. “Thank you for letting me.”

September 2002

It’s a special occasion when you can convince Eddie and Wayne Munson to wear a suit and tie, but you didn’t even have to ask today. Both men are dressed with their shirts tucked into their slacks—not jeans. 

You smooth out a pleat in your dress, scoop Hendrix out of his Pack-N-Play, and grin at your family. 

“You guys ready?” You ask, desperate to get everyone into the car before someone spills something on their clothes. While Harris and Hendrix would be the most obvious culprits of a mess, the men are just as capable of causing chaos.

Eddie slings Hendrix’s diaper bag over his shoulder and takes Harris’s hand in his. “Let’s ship out, team.”

“Ship out!” Hendrix echoes–loudly, right in your ear. You wince, but you can’t stay annoyed for too long, considering how happy you are. How happy everyone is; even the baby of the family, who doesn’t know why he’s in a good mood, just that he is.

Everyone piles into the sedan: Eddie in the driver’s seat, you in the passenger seat, and Wayne squished between his grandsons in the back.

“Don’t know how I ended up here,” Wayne grumbles, reaching behind for his seatbelt. 

Eddie grabs your hand as he pulls onto the road, giving it a tender squeeze. This is a huge deal; logically, you know this. To Eddie, he’s officially giving his son the mother he always deserved, and you’ll be able to make all sorts of important decisions for Harris. But to you, there is no piece of paper that can strengthen or weaken your love for your oldest son. Still, this is a promise from you to Harris, one that you will never break.

The courthouse’s silence is promptly broken with the Munsons’ arrival, as your family’s presence tends to do. Hendrix enjoys the way his delighted shrieks reverberate down the empty hallway, and Harris grips a nearby bench to jump out his nervous energy.

“Har?” you call out, waving him over to a private spot. He stops jumping long enough to follow you, shaking his hands excitedly.

You crouch down to his height and dig through your purse until you find what you’re looking for: a shiny silver compass with a quote engraved on the back:

“If you don’t get lost, there’s a chance you may never be found.” 

“Uncle Dusty recommended his favorite compass, and he said you can bring it on your next camping trip” you say with a smile, your lower lip trembling as you hold back tears. “I hope that every time you use it, you remember that I’ll always be here to help you find your way.”

Harris looks from you to the compass and back again. He grins and flings his arms around you, nearly knocking you over in the process.

“This is so cool!” He cheers. “I’m gonna show everyone!”

“What do you say?” Eddie reminds him, a twinkle in his eye.

Harris barely turns around to you to yell, “Thanks, Mom!”

Mom. That title never gets old, and you don’t think it ever will.

“Munson?” You jump slightly when a bailiff announces that it’s your turn to see the judge. He gives a small smile as you enter the courtroom, probably relieved that this is a joyful occasion that won’t likely require his intervention.

This is it, you think. You wish your dress had pockets to hide your trembling hands.

Everyone takes their positions. Harris stands between you and Eddie, and Wayne holds Hendrix at the end, ready to make a quick getaway in case the youngest Munson decides to throw a tantrum.

The judge addresses you directly. Her tone is firm but warm as she says, “Do you understand that if your petition for the adoption of Harris Wayne Munson is granted, you will be legally responsible for him?”

“Yes.” You feel Harris’s palm slide against yours; when you briefly look down, you see that his other hand is holding Eddie’s.

“And do you understand that this support includes food, clothing, shelter, as well as medical and educational support?” She continues.

You nod. “Yes.”

“And do you understand that if your request is granted, that you will be Harris’s parent in all respects, just as if he had been born to you?”

“Yes.” Your heart swells with love. Just as if he had been born to you. Even with the memorable pains and trials brought on by carrying and delivering Hendrix, you considered Harris just as much your son.

“And do you understand you will be undertaking the intellectual, spiritual, and moral guidance of Harris?”

You can almost hear your husband’s thoughts: Better her than me.

“Yes.” 

The judge goes through a few more questions, all regarding your abilities to care for Harris. With each one, you feel Harris’s bouncing get more exuberant; part of you wishes you could join him.

Finally, she declares, “Based upon the reports and recommendations, this court finds that granting this petition is in the best interest of Harris.” She looks directly at Harris as she says, “Congratulations, she’s officially your Mommy.”

A choked sob escapes your throat, and your free hand flies to your mouth. You and Eddie both crouch down to embrace Harris, and you can’t help but notice the tears in your husband’s eyes. Wayne makes his way to you and, as best as he can with Hendrix still in his arms, wraps you in a hug. You think he might be the only adult not crying, but a tell-tale sniffle gives him away.

Hendrix is very confused by the overt display of emotion. The last time Wayne cried was well before the boy was born, back when the Colts won the 1970 Super Bowl against the Cowboys.

“Daddy? Mommy? Grampa?” He asks. “Why you cry?”

“We’re fine, buddy. Just have some big feelings. Happy feelings,” Eddie clarifies, kissing Hendrix on a chubby cheek. He looks at Harris and grins. “How does it feel, Har? Now that Mom adopted you?”

Harris scrunches up his face. “Like the same.”

You laugh and ruffle his hair. It’s not as wild as it was when he was your student, his curls less of a mop. “Good ‘the same’?”

He grins, nodding and hugging you again. “I can’t wait to tell all of my friends, and Uncle Dusty, and Mr. Will…”

Harris continues listing people he’s going to share his news with all the way to the parking lot. Some names you recognize, and others he might as well be making up.

“Wait! I almost forgot!” You reach into your purse and pull out a Ziploc bag containing five Oreos. “Everyone take one, but don’t eat it yet.”

When each person has an Oreo in their hand, you raise your own to eye-level and begin your toast. “To my first son, Harris. Thank you for making me a mommy.”

“To Harris!” Wayne and Eddie chorus, and Hendrix just yells his brother’s name before chowing down on his cookie. 

As you all pile back into the car, Eddie takes your hand in his. Chocolate is still tucked into the crevices of his lips. 

“To you, Sweetheart. Thank you for being the mommy Harris always wanted. Thank you for making us a family again.”

The kiss tastes of vanilla creme, sugary sweet, and you swear you wouldn’t have broken it if Wayne didn’t clear his throat. 

“No need to make a third kid up there,” he mutters under his breath. 

Eddie glares at him, hoping Harris didn’t overhear the comment, but you press on. “Shall we celebrate at the diner?”

“Can we share pancakes?” Harris beams.

You crane your neck and look back at him, once again overwhelmed by the amount of love you hold for him–for your son.

“I’d love to.”

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Kinknuary Day 19: Overstimulation

Pairing: (G)I-DLE Miyeon x Male Reader

Word Count: 4,411

[Kinknuary Masterlist]

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“Tone it down, dadd—oh…”

If only these people knew what’s with Miyeon right now—well, it doesn’t matter because you’re the only one who’ll get to know what lies beneath her.

It’s not even surprising and more than a being less of an expectation—Miyeon’s as just as naughty as you remember and it’s within your accord to punish her or make her life a living hell.

“You show up like this, then you’ll face the consequences.” You grit your teeth as every word is villainous, willing to break her demeanor into a whimpering mess until she can’t contain it anymore. You play with the buttons on the remote as clenched her thighs from time to time, feeling such rage of pleasure that’s becoming too much but you didn’t care—you will make her learn a lesson, no matter if it’s going to be just exclusively the both of you or in a public restaurant and guess what, it’s only getting started.

“P-Please, daddy—hngg, ahh—no, please t-tone it down…”

You scowl at her in aims to intimidate her, making her feel a bit of regret yet at the same time, she’s loving this as much as you do but Miyeon knows to herself that she doesn’t want to end up in a filthy predicament in a public place.

“You did this to yourself, Miyeon—” You can hear small whimpers as the vibration gets worse with your own control, as with that, she’s just fighting the urge to erotically moan as she’s feeling too much pleasure right now that can’t eat her food right. “—then deal with it.”

You could sense how she’s getting drenched right now and how needy she is because of your actions—you like the sight of this, her pretty, submissive face begging for you to stop is just a sight to behold and to be treasured. Of course, you won’t give her even an ounce of mercy as her pleas just fuels the fire inside you to further tease her.

And so, you did.

Her hands shiver once you’ve increased the intensity of the toy shoved up in her ass, and with that, she can’t fight the feeling of such euphoric essence and let out almost-inaudible moans that could possibly turn on any other men that could lie an ear to hear it. With her iron wall still standing strong, she manages to still fight it yet it’s impossible to ignore the gratification it gives her—it’s clear that she’ll soon collapse and you’ll like to make it evident, probably leaving a mark of her own juices onto the restaurant’s sofa as you smirk while getting such spoonful of your food because of your evil plan.

You won’t give her some time to breathe as you play within little-to-no vibrations up the maximum one at random intervals and with that, it’s all converging to what you had in plan as Miyeon lets out such ragged breaths with the pleasure running down her veins. With her begs for you, you absolutely dismissed any chance of being merciful to this greedy slut—you will always learn your lesson for not falling for her tricks anymore, and let her taste her own medicine.

You’ll live her up to that epitome of an oxymoron—make her life miserable yet pleasurable, at the same time.

“Excuse me, waiter—can you please come here for a second?” You then call the gentleman just feet away from you as you want something that will satisfy your needs and probably, even Miyeon’s. You then reach for the menu beside you as your eyes scout all over the beautiful pictures of food and labels, deciding on what dessert you may want to call this a day. “Can I get uhm… your signature chocolate cake, just a single slice and oh, what’s yours, Miyeon?”

Of course, you’ll make the pleasure-ridden girl fight for her dignity for her own chances of survival and to further test her, when she’s ordering, you’ve set the vibration meter to the maximum as it goes well according to plain—Miyeon herself is visibly struggling but manages to pounce her way through her struggles, her demeanor full of sophistication and class (maybe add a little stutters but didn’t do the trick) as the waiter didn’t even suspect of anything that may feel off. As soon as the waiter said that he will be back for your orders, Miyeon’s breath of relief can be seen evident as she manages to battle with the pleasure that can ruin everything, glaring at you because of it.

“Daddy—w-why when I’m o-ordering—hng, just why?”

“Don’t you like the risk, Miyeon?” You bat out such venom-laced words, your tone sinister as you intimidate her with your own control. “Like I said earlier, you’ve got yourself into this now bear with it.”

You then continued to tease, marking her to be still on the verge of letting her profanities be released from its concealment and you will make her punished for this.

It’s only getting started and this will be such an interesting bit if she’ll manage to stay sturdy with her faulty demeanor…

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“B-But why at the r-restaurant, daddy? I was on the verge of cumming too, but just why??”

There she goes with her own frustrated remarks—well, just so you know that you expected this long ago, knowing how your teases earlier can make her feisty because she’s on the verge of a possible predicament, which you may find hilarious.

Just for context, Miyeon love going out with you with an added twist, making it kinkier for herself and you, knowing that she trusts you, decided for you to control the buttplug inside her in times where it’ll be safe and you know you’re not a merciful guy when bestowed a tool for punishment. Well, maybe she wouldn’t take this chance again as you took it for granted but here’s the thing—you’re always in control and things go onto your own accord and you’re just utilizing and testing her for your amusement and her torment.

Of course, deep inside her, she’s not tormented at all and rather even loved the way you played with her, dangling off to the edge of the cliff, affording risks that would’ve gone wrong if speculated but the both of you didn’t, so with the given conclusion, it was just right to do such things for both delighted emotions.

“Don’t lie to me—you loved this shit, Miyeon, you always do.”  You snap her into the reality of things, making her eyes open to swerve out to the lane of hypocrisy and make her face that she loved this—you can see it in her, those glowing orbs filled with lust and temptation, it’s all in her.

“I did but—not t-there, daddy! What if the waiter suspected something?” No one suspected anything, not even a single hint of evidence was seen.

“What if someone found out about this and made fun of me?” Chances are slim to none about that; there’s no way on earth that they’ll know Miyeon has a vibrating buttplug up in her ass.

“What if they smelled something off on the couch?” Maybe they may but it wouldn’t be obvious, and there’s nothing they can do about it as it already happens—nonetheless, they won’t even speculate a thing.

Maybe it’s just Miyeon becoming embarrassed and overthinking things that shouldn’t be—you know how uneasy and how these things can’t easily brush off her mind. Reassuring her, you told her that legitimately, nothing is left behind and there’s no way she should be embarrassed, but rather find it rather an opportunity to test her will and her mental strength to endure her own idea.

“Now you made me really horny, daddy—then do something about it…”

You sigh deeply, knowing the inevitable will soon come for another filthy climax between the both of you yet of course, you need to tame her down to the passenger seat as you have business of keeping eyes and your attention averted all towards the road and you’ll sure make her needs completely fulfilled.

“When we get home, Miyeon. I’m going to fucking ruin that tight hole of yours and of course, you.”

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When the night settles, everything falls dark, onto the lustful abyss of no-return and the both of you would absolutely indulge onto your deepest desires, no matter what may happen. Maybe, no one can stop the both of you unless yourselves and to further seal the debauchery, the both of you settled onto your deepest, lustful hunger between both parties, lips clashing together like you’ve been deprived of each other’s tastes for epochs.

“You definitely improved, Miyeon…”

“Learned from the best.” Miyeon smiles at you, feeling proud with what you’ve created her to be as you further indulge onto the kiss again, locking tongues and dominating each other with aims for the other to fall in submissive yet that won’t you—it’ll be Miyeon. Soon enough, oxygen will be the ones to be blamed as you pull yourself out of the embrace of her soft, luscious lips and with the tension in the air rising until it’s damned to be in that elevation of lust. Miyeon, with her patience growing low, proposes her long-awaited needs for you as you took this as her vulnerable spot as everytime she pleads for something, she ends up falling submissive and you’ll do that again for like, a hundredth time. With the prey latching onto the trap of its feral predator, you caught it and seized that opportunity as didn’t even bother escaping but rather, submerging onto her needs.

“You want that, Miyeon?” She yelps with your proactive attempts to further make her succumb onto the pleasure, playing with the controls of the remote as her thighs quiver as soon as it vibrates around her prostate. “Now strip for me, Miyeon—better do it quickly since you’ve made the feeling mutual since the beginning.” And she would be glad to start you off with her to blame as the first one. No hesitation can be seen from her face as she strips her clothing whilst visibly struggling due to the intense gratification coursing down her veins caused by the vibrating buttplug that’s up in her ass.

It didn’t really take that long to undress herself because of how easy it can be undone and how skilled she is, fulfilling your needs of a sight of her perfect, impeccable body. You’re not going to lie, that outfit of Miyeon is simply elegant and simple that you don’t want her to strip it away but it must be done, knowing how it’s way better when those are on the floor, and her scrumptious, naked body is all on your sight. With her last defense down on her body, your eyes lit as you’re allured with the incredible sight of her tight body—her perky breasts, slender waist, breedable hips, supple butt and as the cherry on top, her succulent, dripping pussy—and swiftly approached her, before grabbing her wrists and pinned her down to the bed with not much effort because of your strength.

“You wanted this so bad, hm, Miyeon?” Your fingers then trace towards the porcelain skin of her body, up to neck then down to her nether regions in which she can’t help but let out such sultry moans as the pleasure is starting to get more intense because of your actions. 

Again, you’re a man of your word—not merciful; selfish with your own needs and what comply with those? To stimulate her further than what she can take and you’ll let her achieve that in no time.

Well, there’s already that mind-boggling headstart with the buttplug’s constant vibrations that sends multiple magnitudes of pleasure throughout her body and with your hands constantly caressing and fondling what skin you may find to further send her your regards of affections, she can’t help but just submit onto your control and continues to voice out the intense feeling of gratification.

“Oh—ohh, r-right there, daddy—ahh, t-that feels so g-good!” Miyeon mewls in pleasure as you continue swiping your fingers onto her clit and fondling her perky breasts, aiming for her to reach an incredible sensation of delight even without a deep penetration. Miyeon knows how your fingers can make her cum inevitably hard and you’re probably on the right track with that—you know deep inside that she likes it so much but you won’t get her into that high that easily.

Now, coursing your way onto the delectable treat that no dessert can’t top off, you latch your lips onto those succulent pussy of hers and gave it multiple pecks before letting your tongue do the action, the final enemy raging its way onto nearing Miyeon’s high and even though she wants to fight the urge, she can’t as there’s too much that’s happening that she can’t think straight—all she can do is moan and call out your name, too drowned in the sea of pleasure with no aims of going back up.

The inevitable mellifluous nectar runs down like rivulets onto your tongue, lapping every drop and savoring it as you hum insatisfaction, further stimulating her as you get onto the remote again and play with the controls of the buttplug. You can hear the constant buzzing sound of it as you voraciously eat Miyeon and it further adds to the filthy essence the both of you are exuding, as well as Miyeon’s angelic cacophony of moans. It repeats all in a cycle: caress her waist, lap your tongue against her lower lips, stimulate her clit with fingers, play with the controls, and so on until she becomes a whimpering mess. Her juices constantly flow freely down your mouth, your chin and some of the ungrateful ones messing up the bed sheets and the sullied sight of this while eating her out should be treasured, unlocking another filthy memory.

Of course, this would be her Achilles’ heel—your tongue, that pink-fleshed culprit is the bane of her tough will as it always sends her defenses crumbling down into a state of complete eradication, leaving her vulnerable for more tricks up your sleeve.

And just like that, in less than approximately four minutes—maybe it’s just your gut feeling knowing the nigh-accuracy of the time—she’s going to be achieve one of her long-awaited highs after being edged by you for so long as she continues to voice out how near she is.

“Oh n-no—I’m n-not gonna hold on for so l-long!” Or will she?

It’s within your own accord, your own regulations—no needs will be attended first unless it’s you; you’re to only one who gets to an orgasmic trance first before Miyeon, and that, she would’ve known that before she clouded her mind with pleasure (saying if she can even think straight because of the utmost gratification).

“Daddy!! Why’d y-you stop??” Miyeon whines, responsively because of your actions ceased to deny her high, which made her a little frustrated because of an enormous spike suddenly meeting the trenches of the lowest points possible. You smirk in delight because of your sinister advances, turning off the vibration and pulling your tongue and your mouth out of her sweetness and this, is just the beginning of the show you’re directing—of course you’re the director, the obvious control over her is a strong evidence, piece beautifully for the best, erotic output.

“It’s time for the main event, Miyeon, that’s why.” You rose up from your previous kneeling position as you quickly stripped your clothing, wanting to be equally as naked as the beautiful goddess in front of you. It didn’t take that long for your clothes to be deemed useless on the floor as you fondled her perky breasts, letting out another series of angelic moans that will make any man submerge onto their needs and to totally ruin the girl in front of them.

Well, you’re on the verge of that, and you’ll make this worth both of your time.

 “You know how badly you made daddy horny, right?” Miyeon nods as she looks at your eyes, endeared by the affection you’ve bestowed on her as her eyes glint with lust and anticipation, fully-invested into what you may have in store for her. Her hands immediately coursed its way onto your muscular arms, giving herself a leverage for the pleasure she’s been fighting since the beginning and now with your rock-hard shaft finally adding to the play, it’s time to make this a tale for more years to come.

Well, yes, in that context because you’ll treasure this moment until the end of time, because every session with Miyeon is just peak-class and ecstasy. Your cock then runs onto her lower lips, teasing it as well as setting the buttplug onto a moderate vibration, aiming to fully stimulate her before the main event. Growing yourself impatient as your needs are becoming too much for you to bear, you won’t help yourself but sink into your lustful desires.

“Then you’ll get what you want, Miyeon…” You didn’t give her some time to comprehend what’s happening and further lock onto the lustful fate of yours, plunging your entire length deep inside her and immediately picking up a moderate pace for the both of you to savor and relish. She cries in your own control over her, being too stimulated with your masterclass as everything is just overflowing her needs—the constant fondling of her mounds, your lips latching onto her neck and collarbones from time to time, the buttplug vibrating to massage her prostate and further turn her on and the constant ramming of your length inside her, hitting every spot that it made her almost scream every time your head hits her womb. 

This almost feels like a fever dream and somehow, way more enchanting than your past sessions—maybe it’s because of her added quality of moans, voiced by the toy that she has up her ass since earlier and the sight of her erotic, lewd face making such expressions of lust makes everything go higher than your expectations. You won’t dare to complain but rather, indulge onto a better pace as you grip her hips harshly, further pounding her into the mattress with a newly profound pace that’s maybe able to break the speed you’re hips was expecting to muster—such breakneck velocity was caused by your own need to sully her, and you would to end her up into that kind of a mess, a disheveled, ruined mess of a goddess.

Also, it’s always such a pleasurable and an addicting act to be inside Miyeon of all times, disregarding such intimate and anticipating foreplay because of her utter tightness that makes you love her even more. The way those velvety walls clench around your rapidly-thrusting shaft is such an elevating experience of delight and lust that you can’t ask for more, and rather, you’d love to make it frequent. Frequency is an understatement, because it has been always the case in every thrust you do but you wanted more, so, you gave her barrages of spanks as every time you do it, you can feel her walls inevitably clenching and making the session hotter and maybe even more pleasurable to be true.

“Fuck m-me harder—ahh, daddy—ohh, please!!”

“Of course I will, Miyeon—” You grip her hips like it’s about to get bruised as you lean down closer towards her ear, and whisper, “—I’m going to fill up this slutty pussy, up to the hilt.”

Given your words of fulfillment, you double the efforts your hips can maintain and fucked her like an animal, and like how she deserves it. Of course, your hips won’t be the ones only doing the work to stimulate her, as you set the maximum vibration of the buttplug as well as your hands caressing every inch of her body as much as possible. Her senses are now at her all-time high, having the most gratification she’ve felt all throughout the year and it’s just enchanting to feel how everything may seem surreal but it isn’t—it may elevate more than reality itself but everything is real, and with all of that pleasure coursing down her veins, the inevitable wouldn’t take long to introduce itself.

“I’m s-so close, daddy—gahh, please l-let me cum, please! Oh, please, dadd—oh fuck, please!” Constant pleads can be heard ringing around your ear the further you fuck her into oblivion. Now just being able to utter the same words and phrases as your cock made her thinking limited because of being clouded with sex, you wouldn’t want to hear her redundant pleas and would rather fulfill her needs and to make her a whimpering mess.

“You really want to cum on my cock, Miyeon?” A simple question, but bound to break such barriers of hesitance and can portrays thousands of emotions of lust and without even thinking about it, Miyeon nodded at you as she continues to repetitively moan in need and with her juices constantly leaking out on you like a broken faucet, you know it’s time for her anticipated orgasm. “Then cum on my cock, you gorgeous slut—”

And she did, instantly. Her face exudes such epitome of lust and eroticism that you can’t define the beauty beneath it—it’s just the paramount of it as she’s in pure ecstasy, and maybe even you. You pull out of her tightness as she sprays her treasured nectar all over the vicinity: your cock, your pelvis, onto the bed sheets and some, landing onto the dark, marble floor. When she’s still on her high, you brush your cockhead onto her pulsating lips as every inch was blessed by her juices and once her orgasm has subsided, Miyeon herself insisted to even finish it all inside her, to the point where nothing will be wasted and can’t go back, only indulge yourself into the filthiness that the both of you dived into.

“Fuck m-me hard, d-daddy—please, fuck me hard—oh god, fuck!!”

She doesn’t need to tell you about your harshness and your rapid pace as you read her mind and immediately, does so as you repeatedly gave the fastest thrusts your hips can muster, wrecking and ruining her tight cunt like you have something to prove her—you’ve already proved yourself to her ages ago, and maybe, this will just another rough treatment of pounding her until she can only think about you and your throbbing length.

Knowing that the inevitable will soon come on your side as you can feel it running down your loins, the familiar tingle signaling the near coming of your orgasm and it wouldn’t take long before you submerge onto it. Wanting Miyeon to achieve her high again—she’s also getting close because of too much stimulation because of your actions and the constant pulsations, clenching and her utter wetness are such evidences to know how near she is to achieve that high—you work onto fondling her perky mounds and latched your lips onto her taut buds, kissing and pecking it in order to make her brain go haywire and with her profanities being constantly voiced out, you know it’s going to be near and this would be the paramount of the show.

“God—are you g-going to cum again, Miyeon?”

“Yes, d-daddy! Please c-cum inside me too—I k-know—gahh, y-you want to—fuck, please, d-daddy!!”

Not going to hold anything just to savor the feeling, you will embrace the inevitable as you bury your entire length in her, filling her up to the hilt as you fall onto your deepest desires, shooting your treasured seed deep inside of her as you fill every inch of her velvety walls full of your cream. The both of your groan in every spurt you deposit inside her pussy, letting both of you exchange such lustful plethoras of sinful compliments towards each other as she holds your arms and smiles at you, loving how this moment is being unveiled into a messy one and will end up on that note too.

After exchanging breaths and beautiful smiles laced with bliss, the both of you shared an intimate kiss as both your lips embraced with aims to show the utmost affection and love between the both of you. Even with the differences and being bugbears, the both of you still show how much you love each other and it’s all pristine and genuine. You deepen the kiss as your primal instincts kick in but it wasn’t nearly aggressive, but rather full of your intimacy and passion towards each other and with your length gradually getting flaccid, you pull out to her only to be met with a view of her folds full of your semen, creaming her beautifully as some of it are seeping out and staining the sheets underneath.

“You c-came so much daddy—filled me up so well…” Miyeon voiced out enervated, and you, smiling with the fact that she always loves being filled up by you and how your loads are consistently making her feel the utmost serendipity inside her.

“Of course—” You caress her cheek and fix her disheveled hair, then smile gleefully at her as you feel the utmost affections towards right now that you want to give her anything in this world. “—all of that because I love you…”

Miyeon blushes from that thought and knows it’s all genuine because within the refulgence of your eyes, it shows how much she means to you. Miyeon then catches you off-guard with a kiss on the lips as she voiced out her exhaustion and drowsiness. “I love you t-too, daddy but, can we please sleep and cuddle tonight? I feel sleepy right now…”

“If that’s what my baby wants, then why not?” You then laid down beside her, and pulled her into an embrace as you didn’t even bother to do anything rather than feeling the warmness of her body complimenting yours.

“Don’t you wanna shower, daddy?”

“Maybe later, Miyeon but for now…” You caressed her cheeks again, stroked her hair and continued, “Let’s just feel each other—cuddle each other, alright?”

With the softness in your heart, you made everything end on a good note as you can already feel Miyeon sleeping onto your chest, her impeccable features all in your sight as all you can feel is how much you adore her and not so long after, you feel yourself succumbing onto your drowsiness as this marks as the end of another spectacular day, maybe hoping for an energizer once the both of you wake up… or maybe even more than that…

[mikkomacko]

can we get a blurb on luke and reader from him and i?

Luke didn’t do it on purpose, really. He’s usually very attentive. He cares a lot about the Devs and their success, about the family Nico’s created.

But at the same, he is only human.

When he got up in the middle of the meeting it was just to go to the bathroom. He drank an ice coffee before it started and now his bladder was basically throbbing.

So he excused himself, ignored Nico’s gaze on him as he ducked out of the room during Jonas’s review of the bars profits this month. Luke doesn’t even need to know the profits. He doesn’t work at the bar. He just drinks there.

Afraid of being scolded for taking too long, he practically sprints down the hall, past the living room and kitchen. He’s rushing back down the hall to return to the meeting when he realizes you’re in the kitchen.

And something awfully good smelling is in there with you too.

Stomach rumbling, he peeks his head into the doorway. You’re at the island counter, a blue apron tied around your waist that reads “kiss the cook” in flowy, cursive letters.

A pot is boiling on the stove behind you, big, steaming bubbles releasing whatever that wonderful smell is into the air. Luke’s mouth waters. You finish chopping some carrots, picking up a tiny piece and reaching down to feed it to the drooling dog sitting politely by your feet.

If you’re willing to feed it to the dog, you’d feed it to him too. And he can be quick, just duck in, ask for a couple bites, and leave. He won’t miss much of the meeting, really.

“Hey,” he says sweetly, padding into the kitchen on soft feet. You look up, smiling across the island counter when you see him.

“Hi, you hungry?”

Oh, a girl after his heart, you are. Smiling innocently, he nods and slips into the bar stool across from you.

“That’s good because I’ve been learning new recipes all week and I think Nico is tired of eating them.”

You turn to the fridge, ducking down to grab a stack of containers and Luke’s mouth waters at the glimpses of beautiful cakes and desserts he catches.

“Who could ever get tired of your cooking?” He asks and he’s completely serious. Luke would take it to his grave, but he thinks your food is even better than his mom’s.

Scoffing, you dig a fork out of the drawer and slide him the tower of desserts. Luke is quick to pop open the first one, a beautiful slice of chocolate mousse cake greeting him.

He digs in, practically moaning around the bite and the dog toddles over to sit by him with big brown and begging eyes.

“So,” you drag out expectantly, clasping your hands together. “What do you think?”

~~~~

“Where the fuck is Luke?”

Bratter shrugs, looking around the room for the youngest Hughes boy but coming up empty. Nico had seen him leave 30 minutes ago, assuming the kid was just popping out for a moment.

Now it looks like he’s ditched the whole meeting.

Nico scoffs, leaving Timo to finish up closing remarks and exiting the room. He’s immediately stopped by the smell of whatever you’re cooking up in the kitchen, and knows exactly where Luke is.

The kid can eat three times his body weight in food a day, and even then have room for snacks.

Moving to the kitchen, he’s not at all surprised to find Luke sat at the counter with you feeding him every bit of leftovers from the fridge.

“Hughes,” Nico barks, meaner than he actually should be but sometimes he’s gotta scare this kid or he’ll never listen. Luke straightens out, whipping around in the chair to look at Nico with wide, terrified eyes.

He’s got a fork hanging out of his mouth, some kind of frosting smeared in the corner. The kid starts mumbling something through his mouthful, tripping over his words and Nico slips further into the room.

“Oh don’t do that,” you beg, interrupting Nico’s scolding with those bright and beautiful eyes he loves so much. “He’s just a kid Nico and he was hungry.”

Pretending to be annoyed, Nico crosses his arms over his chest. Unfazed, you pad up into him with that cute little apron tied around your frame and your hair in a messy clip on your head. You smell like good food and something warm, settling into the crevices of his lungs with familiarity.

He can’t be mad at you. Not when you’re looking at him like that and you’re so sweet to want to feed all the boys.

And fuck Nico for the way he suddenly falls to his knees every time you get motherly with the boys.

“Oh he was?” Nico goads and you run your palms up his chest, smiling prettily.

“How’s he supposed to learn if he’s hungry? He won’t be able to focus.”

Nico sighs, looking over at Luke who’s still slowly picking at the food in front of him. “Wash the dishes when you’re done.” He instructs, and Luke smiles gratefully, nodding.

“Boss,” he asks shyly, “can I stay for dinner?”

“No,” Nico says at the same time you coo “Of course you can Lukey!”

Luke’s gaze flickers between both of you, but Nico knows where he stands on this one so he dips his head in defeat.

Your smile widens so Nico can’t actually count this as a loss.

“Whatever,” he agrees, “I gotta a meeting to finish up.”

[vanilladove]

Helllooo, can i request Tecchou with someone hes known all his life, and that are kinda Childhood-friends to lovers? Just some fluff and maybe the Hunting dogs being like, „And how long have you been friends and together for?“ “Just 18 years, why?“ bc i think that would be so funny (also extra, can you make their dynamic kinda like black cat thats secretly a golden retriever(reader) x golden retriever(tecchou), if not, that okay [[: )

I hope you have a good day ♡

.ೃ｡+˚❝ just 18 years ❞

divider creds plum98

ೀ⋆｡˚pairing: tecchou x fem!reader

ೀ⋆｡˚genre: fluff, slightly suggestive oops

ೀ⋆｡˚content warnings: none! other than tecchou's horrendous food combos .__.

ೀ⋆｡˚word count: 1.6k

"A-Ah, Tecchou, don't dip your hamburger into your milkshake—!"

You pouted, stopping your boyfriend's hand from ruining his strawberry milkshake. The two of you had decided to go on a date at a vintage diner for his day off. Being a Hunting Dog was demanding, and he was often exhausted at the end of the day, so you tried to cherish every moment you could spend together. However, you could never truly relax with him.

The brunette frowned, his bangs shifting as he turned his head to peer up at you, "Why not? Sweet and salty go together, right? And it's good to combine foods that are the same colors. Ketchup and strawberry are bo—

You sighed, shoving a french fry dipped in your vanilla milkshake into Tecchou's mouth, cutting off his senseless rambling.

He looked surprised, but his eyes quickly lit up upon tasting the new, delicious food combination. "Oh, this is actually really good...Can I have another one?"

"Sure!" You nodded happily as you fed him another french fry, this time dipping it into his drink. At least it was more socially acceptable now. You watched as he ate the fries, quiet but focused on absorbing the flavor. Getting to treasure these sweet and wholesome moments with the strongest soldier in the Hunting Dogs was what made you fall for Tecchou in the first place, your love for him only growing stronger as you two grew up. "Seriously, though, Tecchou—sometimes I feel like your food taste is just pregnancy cravings..."

You continued to shovel dipped fries in his mouth as you recalled your past memories together, "Remember that one time that you tried to eat a slice of my birthday cake with dirt just because it was chocolate, and they were both brown?" You giggled as you pictured the scene again: you running over to find Tecchou after he'd gone off to your garden, him proudly showing you the "dirt sprinkles" and "moving gummy worms" he'd dug up from the ground to eat with his cake, your shock, and the equally shocked and amused looks on his parents' and the neighbors' faces when you told them the story. You titled your head, staring at your reflection on the bar table's metal countertop. "I don't even know how old we were when that happened. Just that it was when we were still neighbors."

Tecchou grinned, "It was your tenth birthday. I remember you were wearing that cream frilly dress with roses and got it dirty when you came to talk to me in the garden." He looked up and down your figure, noticing your cream and cherry-patterned halter midi dress, "'Kinda looks like what you have on right now. By the way, did I tell you how beautiful you look today?"

Rose dusted your cheeks as you pulled away, flustered and trying to keep your cool. "T-thanks." You looked back towards Tecchou and took in his outfit. Since it was his day off, he'd ditched the maroon uniform for an off-white, short-sleeve linen button-up and tan pants. His shirt was partially unbuttoned at the top, exposing his toned chest and arms and accentuating his layered, dark hair. "You look nice, too." You looked away, embarrassed for momentarily staring so hard, but you were sure the blush was still visible on your cheeks. You couldn't help it—even though you'd known Tecchou for so long and had already been dating for a few years, you felt like you'd never get over the butterflies and puppy love phase. It was probably due to his honest yet silly nature and the disastrous but endearing moments you always spent together. You still went on cute dates all the time—hiking (Tecchou would get you two lost in the woods sometimes...), picnics, and aquariums, so your relationship always felt wholesome and tender even through the hardships of Tecchou's work, just like a plum blossom.

Tecchou whined lowly, missing your touch by his face already. You were too lost in thought to notice the drops of milkshake flowing down your fingers, and Tecchou smiled cheekily. “Your hands are dripping.” He pointed at the one you were feeding him fries with.

You looked down, “Huh? Oh—“ you were about to grab a napkin from the dispenser until you felt your boyfriend firmly pull your hand back to his mouth and lick the sugary drink off your fingers. You yelped and tried to move back, startled by the sudden action. "T-Techhou, i-it's fine—"

"No," He said firmly, keeping his grip on you—there was no way you could break out of the toughest Hunting Dog's hold—"Just stay still." Complying, you blushed as he slowly ran his wet tongue over your sticky fingers, golden eyes intensely staring into your own.

"Mmm...you taste so sweet..." he grumbled into your skin—you secretly prayed he would stop before you started drawing attention as your heartbeat got faster.

"Tecchou—seriously, you're acting strange—!"

He pouted suddenly, lifting his head a bit, "You should be happy, y'know...When I get you pregnant, I'll eat all your weird pregnancy cravings with you."

You shivered at his words as he dipped back down to get the last bits of vanilla milkshake off your fingers, entire body now feeling hot. You were sure he didn't intend for it to come off so suggestive and probably thought it was a cute and innocent thing to say, but you were going crazy inside. Wait, doesn't that also mean he loves me enough to start a family togethe—

The door to the diner slammed open abruptly as three other customers came in, all in matching maroon attire.

"Hey! Tecchou's eating a human!" You recognized the high-pitched voice of Teruko, who was quickly followed by Jouno and Tachihara. The two ran in to see your questionable pose; Tachihara gaped in shock and Jouno looked disgusted, and the intrusion made you almost explode in embarrassment.

Tecchou, however, was completely unbothered, only muttering a "hello" as he looked at his unit who'd cut off his precious time with you.

You pulled your hand away, trying to introduce yourself "H-hi. You must be Tecchou's coworkers...I'm—"

Tachihara gasped, "Right, sorry, we must be interrupting your first date. Let's leave them in peace, guys!" He tried to leave before Teruko stopped him.

"No, Tachihara, we can't leave yet. This poor girl doesn't even know what she's gotten herself into...I mean, Tecchou's got some weird quirks and stuff, right?" Jouno sighed, already sick of the two and wanting to get away from the noisy diner. He could hear Tecchou's heartbeat get faster anxiously as the Hunting Dogs started to taunt you, suggesting that the brunette had strong feelings for you.

Tecchou's grip on you loosened like a sad puppy as Teruko's words hit him, making you notice, "N-no! You're both wrong!" You stammered, catching all four's attention. Tecchou's eyes were gazing into you again, curious as to what you'd say and how you felt about him since by nature you weren't a very expressive person. "This isn't our first date, and Tecchou's not weird!"

His eyes widened, and Teruko fell silent—slightly pissed off that you were challenging her but also shocked at how you were defending the same man who ate boiled eggs with the shells still on.

"He's kind and always makes me laugh, he's strong and protects me from danger, offers to carry and take care of me when I'm tired and sick, and he spends his free days with me even though he feels guilty about not being able to save others! I love him! I love him, and I always have ever since we were neighbors!" You pulled his arm close into your chest and tried to avert your eyes away from the patrons who had all started staring at you. Now, you and your boyfriend were both blushing. And he knew how you felt about him.

Teruko looked at you suspiciously; the Hunting Dogs were all close with each other and didn't disclose much about their pasts, so she wondered what your intentions were with Tecchou, since she didn't recall him ever mentioning you. "Neighbors, you say? And how long have you been friends together for?"

You and Tecchou looked at each other, both equally confused and dumbfounded by the fact that the Hunting Dogs didn't know you'd been dating. "Just 18 years, why?" You both said in unison, smiling and giggling at the coincidence.

Teruko recoiled in surprise, now feeling bad for being so intrusive. Trying to brush off her actions and be nonchalant, she turned her back to the two of you and grabbed the other two men, "Oh, sorry. Sorry for barging in then. We'll see you tomorrow, Tecchou." Jouno sighed again, unimpressed by his superior as Tachihara followed before turning around and smiling,

"Have fun, lovebirds!" You hugged Tecchou, feeling sheepish from the whole encounter and by your loud love confession, and he only hugged you back, strong arms enveloping you into his firm chest.

"Love you..." You mumbled weakly, feeling defeated but also relived to finally be alone together again. He laughed huskily as he planted a kiss on top of your head.

"I love you, too." You poked your head up from his chest to peck his soft lips, tasting a mixture of vanilla and strawberry. He closed his eyes, guiding the back of your head into the kiss more before pulling away and hugging you once more. "Hey, do you think you could feed me more fries? I'm hungry again."

You snickered cutely, nodding as you stayed in his arms a bit longer, thankful to have fallen in love with your childhood best friend.

[the-duchess-of-domination]

Thinking about

coming home from work to a lovely and miserable sight: your boyfriend stretched out on the sofa with his pants unbuttoned, his sore, churning belly distended past his hip bones. before you had even rounded the corner, you could hear him sighing and mewling to himself. your entrance catches him by surprise, and he clears his throat and sits up too fast. the movement makes him slosh and he recoils.

“what’s the matter with you?” you ask, although based on the way you can hear his stomach flip-flopping you already know.

“i dunno—“ he whines. “but i think im sick. my stomach is killing me.”

you and him have been through this routine before. you apathetically take off your coat and shoes. “well, what’d you eat, hm?”

“i didn’t even eat anything!” he complains. “all i had for breakfast was ice cream sandwiches!”

you hang up your coat, smirking. “ice cream for breakfast, huh?”

“yeah. i had three, but they were those little ones, anyway. it wasn’t even that much. i just needed something to eat, and that’s all i could find. anyway, then after that for lunch all i had was a bag of chips.”

“a little bag?”

“a big bag of salt and vinegar. oh, and i forgot, i had two sleeves of those cookies. the chocolate mint ones i like.”

you start to laugh. “your stomach ache is a real mystery, huh?”

the joke goes over his head. “that’s what im saying! after that i barely ate anything else. just had a slice or two of that cake that’s been sitting on the counter. the one from your birthday?”

you turn your back to him so he can’t see you cracking up. “uh huh. only that?”

“yeah, except for the candy, but after that i got thirsty, right? so i drank the rest of that soda that was in the fridge. it was halfway full and flat, anyway. but other than that, that’s all i had. right before you got home i was eating some chocolate chips, and out of nowhere my stomach started hurting really bad. weird, right?”

you perch on the edge of the sofa, grinning down on him. you poke him in his exposed belly, which he does not take kindly to.

“so i guess the ice cream, chips, cookies, cake, candy, and soda have nothing to do with your belly ache?”

he makes a face of confusion.

“nothing at all?”

it slowly dawns on him.

“oh.” he says.

“yeah.” you say. you stand up. “anyway, what do you want for dinner?”

he groans nauseously and covers his face with a blanket.

[starlightshadowsworld]

The Wary Weretiger

It doesn't exactly take a Ranpo for the Agency to know Atsushi is struggling. Not for nothing but Atsushi is a homeless teenager in Yokohama.

No one knows where he stays. No one knows how he's managed to fend for himself or how long he's been on the streets.

They do know the money Atsushi has, he stole. Atsushi had just looked at them coldly and asked if they'd arrest him for it.

Dazai had laughed and said if that was the case Kunikida would arrest him for however many times he's stolen his wallet. Which did lighten the mood again.

The Agency did want to help Atsushi. He had unknowingly wormed his way into everyone's hearts.

But the thing is, Atsushi was stubborn. He not accept help nor ask for it. The teen really was the embodiment of a stray cat.

Atsushi hid his hunger pains and the way his cash was depleting. And if they weren't detectives, they might've fallen for it.

Atsushi himself didn't seem concerned by it. Kenji, bless his heart was the only one who could really mention it. Atsushi had shrugged "tigers can go 2 weeks without food, don't worry about it."

No one really wanted to know how he knew that applied to him.

So, everyone was very excited when Kenji burst into the office one day. Quite literally, the door came straight off it's hinges, yelling "Atsushi got the job!"

Dazai grinned "that's great, what did he get?" Atsushi had been quietly job hunting on his own. Though they'd all known, they stayed quiet about it.

"Oh its a lovely little cat cafe." Smiled Kenji, telling them all about it. Dazai's smile wavered because he knew that cafe. Kunikida noticed his change in attitude and looked at him pointedly.

"I might be wrong, but I'm pretty sure that cafes a front company for the Port Mafia."

"What?!" Yelled Kunikida. Ranpo nodded "no yeah you're right on that."

Atsushi took the news well. And by well, he flopped onto the sofa. And screamed out whole bunch of swears that even had Dazai taken aback.... Before writing them down.

Kenji frowned, patting Atsushi's head like one would a distressed kitten. Atsushi sighed, allowing it for a moment before getting up. "So I finally get a job and I have to quit."

"Not necessarily" Said Dazai, getting everyone's attention. "Unlike most front companies, this one is still a legitimate cafe. It just so happens that the owners are running a successful cafe, while money laundering to the Port Mafia."

Atsushi frowned "well that's great and all. But last I checked I was being hunted by the Port Mafia. Wouldn't this just be me walking into a trap?"

Dazai shook his head "see because the Port Mafia don't own the place, they've given the workers and the business protection from all other criminals. Including the Port Mafia themselves."

Ranpo nodded "you're bounty has to mention of you, simply a white tiger. You're ability isn't registed and as long as you don't use it at work, they won't know otherwise.

Atsushi thinks about it for a bit before nodding, slowly. "Alright... I'll stick with it for now. Should've known it was suspicious that the pay was so good."

He doesn't mention how desperately he needed this job. Nor how relieved he is to keep this one.

Dazai smiles kindly "well congrats Atsushi" he said before jumping up excitedly. "And now we can all eat the celebration cake." Atsushi looks at him, confused "cake?" Ranpo jumps out of his chair "finally! Bring it in Kenji!"

Kenji lights up, hurrying off and returning with a delicious looking chocolate cake with "congratulations" in rainbow coloured icing.

"We got the cake from the cafe but me and Kyouka did the icing." Smiled Kenji, Kyouka nodded with a small smile. Atsushi looked at the cake, overwhelmed and disbelief. "You... You did this, for me?" He asked quietly.

And oh the sheer shock on his face made everyone want to hug this poor kid. But they refrained, knowing that wouldn't go well at all. "Of course we did" said Kyouka, before handing him the first slice.

Atsushi took it, and for the first time since they'd all met him, he put down his rucksack. The rucksack that Atsushi guarded like his life depended on it. That held all his valuables and possessions.

He put it down, and moved to sit with Kenji and Kyouka to eat cake. Everyone subtly exchanged smiles, using all their training not to react and dug into the cake together.

[mahs-dumpster]

On the house

a/n: this was fun to write!!! Fun Fact: I actually wrote this when I was first starting to post about daiggie, and I completely forgot this fic existed until today when I was bored scrolling through my wip... So I went and finished it lol

cw: oc x canon (Daisy x Ruggie)

words: 953

“There ya go, one chocolate milkshake, one strawberry milkshake, one omelet and one vanilla cake with an orange juice!” said Ruggie as he quickly and carefully laid all said items on the table, remembering exactly which one was who’s. “Anything else?” 

“No, I think we’re good for now. Thank you, Ruggie-senpai.” Daisy smiled at him and he gave her a wink as he smiled.

“Ok! Call me if ya need me, fresh meat.” He said, referring to the group of freshmen, but before he walked away to take someone else's order, he quickly looked at Daisy and added: “oh, Daisy: ya can just call me Ruggie.” 

With that, he was gone, off to look after another customer in the Mostro Lounge as Daisy couldn't contain her smile. She began to drink her chocolate milkshake until she noticed a pair of eyes staring at her. She lifted her head only to see Ace drinking his own strawberry milkshake, eyes stuck on her.

“What?”

“When are you two just going to start dating and be done with it?”

Daisy choked on her milkshake, Grim lightly hitting her back to help her as Deuce stopped eating his omelet to try and somehow help his friend. After a while, when the girl finally was able to regain her posture, she breathed in and out and glared at Ace with annoyance, while he continued unfazed.

“W-what are you talking about?” She asked, telling Grim she was alright. 

“Please. You two can barely keep your eyes off each other. It's irritating.” 

“I think they're perfectly fine.” Deuce said, finally going back to his omelet and Ace just rolled his eyes. 

“You wouldn't know when people are into each other, you're too dumb for that.” 

“Hey–”

“Guys, please.” Daisy said, catching both of their attention. She looked at Ace one more time, her fingers playing with the straw in her milkshake. “Ace, do you– do you think he– I mean…”

“Yes, he likes you. He makes it painfully obvious too, I'm shocked you didn't notice until now.” Ace answered and Daisy felt her cheeks growing warmer, so she went back to drinking her milkshake to distract herself.

“You mean Ruggie’s got a crush on Daisy?” Grim asked, his mouth full with cake. He finished swallowing his food and started thinking, a paw on his chin. “Now that you said it… he does show up often throughout the day.”

“T-that’s just because he’s busy doing odd jobs and errands for Leona-senpai all around campus. It's natural he gets to see us often…” Daisy tried to make up an excuse, not believing the idea that Ruggie would like her of all people.

“Actually, now that I think of it… I’m pretty sure you mentioned Bucchi-senpai coming to Ramshackle fairly often, no?” Deuce questioned and Daisy tried denying it once again.

“H-he just needed my help with some stuff recently! That's why he shows up!”

“Daisy. He told you to stop using honorifics.” It was Ace’s turn to give his own piece of evidence.

“We’re friends! Wouldn't it be strange if  I called you ‘Ace-san’? It's the same thing!”

“Who’s friends?” Ruggie’s sudden voice made itself known and all of them flinched, realizing the topic of the conversation was here at this moment. Ruggie lifted an eyebrow at that. “You guys ok or?”

“Y-yeah, we’re fine, senpai, no need to worry! Right, Ace?” Deuce tried, nudging Ace to cooperate, and with a heavy groan the ginger nodded. 

Ruggie didn't look convinced, but he let the topic die. Then, he laid a plate with a slice of a kind of pie in from of Daisy, making the girl look at him despite her red cheeks. 

“Is this for us?” Grim’s mouth watered looking at the food, but Ruggie prevented him from getting any closer to the plate, making the small cat-like creature grumble.

“It's for Daisy. A pumpkin pie, and don't worry, it's on the house.” 

“On the– wait, no, you don't need to, seriously, this will get you in trouble with–” Daisy tried to give him the plate back but Ruggie denied it.

“Azul owed me something.” Ruggie smirked at the idea. “I asked him for a free slice of pie in return. Simple as that.”

Daisy's eyes went back to the pie. It was her favorite flavor… Why was he doing that to her anyway? He couldn't possibly gain anything from it so… why? She couldn't understand.

Ah… her face felt ever warmer now.

“But there's always a price.” Ruggie grinned. “I need help with some chores this Friday. You better be at the Mirror Chamber at 5.”

“Chores?” She mumbled, a bit confused. Still, she knew how Ruggie worked, and she was used to doing chores around Ramshackle, — and back in her own world — so she’d be fine, but… “why do you need my help?”

The beastman's ears twitched as he looked away with an awkward laugh. Ace side eyed Daisy and Deuce simply looked curiously at the interaction while Grim was back at devouring his piece of cake. It felt awkward for a bit, Ruggie didn't really have a proper answer for her question, which only made the small hope in Daisy’s heart grow.

“Because.” He gave up, deciding to end the subject as he heard another customer asking for his service. “Enjoy your pie. See ya on Friday.” 

With that, the four of them were left alone once again, and Daisy started poking at the pie while failing to contain a giddy smile. She cut herself a bite sized piece and brought it to her mouth, enjoying everything about it.

It was one of the best pumpkin pies she had tasted in a while.

“Have fun on your date.”

“It's not a date!”

[ashdreams2023]

Hello! Can you please do Loki helping reader recover from an ED? Maybe he like feeds her and idk something like that? And when she’s the first to ask for something to eat all the avengers are shocked and get her anything she wants. It’s okay if not <3

Of course sweetie and I’m so sorry this took long!

TW: ED eating disorder

One slice please

Loki is an observing person, he notices the smallest of details, especially details about you, his beloved.

He knows the colors you like, the way you like your tea in the morning and how you would prefer to spend an extra ten minutes just lazing about in bed before doing anything productive for the day.

He also knows how you eat, the way you avoid having seconds and barely finish your plates, the way you keeping skipping meals or pretending that you forgot to eat.

There were days where you looked so pale it made him want to force feed you but he knew he couldn’t do that to you, it would only make it worse.

So he made a plan, he made sure to have all his meals with yours, he would fill up his plate and make yours smaller than keep adding from his own to yours so you wouldn’t feel pressured to fill it up again.

He would buy you different candies to try, takes you to small comfy diners you could enjoy.

Gets milkshakes whenever he notices you’re drifting away again, tells you to take it on your own pace, no pressure just enjoy the flavor.

He’s the proudest when you start suggesting real meals, not something like crackers or smoothies for the entire day.

After a good while of hard work loki can comfortably eat and be sure you would finish your full plate and not decline dessert.

But the moment he really felt happy was at Natasha’s birthday where the team had a small party with a big red velvet cake.

"Can I get one slice please?" The question was like Thor’s thunder broke loose in the building, everyone stared at you then at Loki who looked so smug and proud.

Tony spoke first "can you?! Hell you can have the whole cake if you want!"

"Juice or alcohol?" Bruce immediately tested this development.

"Um juice please"

It was such a beautiful change, nobody knew how to act after that, they just kept offering you foods and drinks, anything they touched and shard with you until you could stuff yourself even more.

It stayed like that for weeks, Natasha would order those expensive Belgian chocolates and try them with you, Clint started treating you like his child bringing snacks from whenever he goes to the grocery store and Tony oh boy tony, he placed a mini fridge in your room and made sure it was full again whenever it got empty.

Steve baked with you a lot too, even offering the cake mix spoon for you to lick.

"Thor that’s enough with your pop tarts!"

"But brother she likes them!"

Loki rubbed his temples in frustration while you giggled, you had no more place to place all the snacks and meals everyone keep dropping.

"It’s ok Loki, I’ll eat them later"

"Dove you shouldn’t force yourself to do that, you should eat because you want too and not because somebody told you so"

You smiled feeling heat sting your cheeks "I know my love, I’ll always remember that" goodness you loved him.

[nomstellations]

Voretober D16 & 17- Sweet Drink

As you approached the bakery, the scent of chocolate was the first thing to hit your senses. Spellbound Delights...you had heard plenty of things about this bakery. The pastries and desserts here were to die for, certain treats were imbued with magic that could help you out during the day, and the owner was actually made of the very desserts she baked. Related to that, you've heard from some...hungrier sorts, that she's a delicious challenge no one's succeeded in bagging yet.

You weren't here for anything like that, though.

Entering the bakery, you found it decorated for Halloween in purples and oranges. The chocolatey smell was almost overpowering in here, with its source being the witchy-looking woman behind the counter. Her large hat looked as though it was sprinkled with powdered sugar, and a large strawberry slice sat atop of it as some sort of accessory. Her dress was a deep brown and accented with the same dusting of white, and it all smelled very sugary. You noted her long black hair wasn't hair at all, but long strands of melty chocolate...you guessed what you heard was true. She was watching you look around with an amused smile, resting her head in her hands.

"Hey, sugarplum~ Welcome to Spellbound Delights! Anything I can get you?" Chiffon's smile was about as sweet as she is.

Pulled back to attention, you nod and look over the display case and menu. The pastries looked good, but you didn't know she did drinks now too! These milkshakes looked and sounded good, though you didn't understand what these ingredients were....you didn't have food allergies, so you'd be fine! Ideally... Your attention seemed to linger on a shake that looked like a pastel version of the night sky. Pointing it out to her, her smile seems to fall a bit.

"Oh, you'd like that one...? It's a great milkshake, but it's only popular with...certain customers, if you know what I mean. I can make it for you without the enhancements, if you're sure..."

The look in her eyes tells you all you need to know about it. You tell her you want the drink, and the enhancements were exactly what you had in mind. She tilted her head, thinking it over for a moment, before her face lights up. "Oh, I see! You're...ehehe, I don't get too many like you~ Here, it'll be on the house!"

Chiffon disappeared to the back all too happily, and was quick to reappear with a glittering milkshake and a big smile. "It's a bit small, sorry about that! But you know, nobody ever gets to finish these..." She sets down the cup in front of you, and you take a sip to taste it. It somehow tastes like your favorite dessert despite the ingredients...is that a part of the magic? Without realizing it you've sucked down about half of the drink, earning a chuckle from the witch. Maybe that's enough of that...you set the shake down, wondering when it'd take effect. A coolness was spreading through your body, but you figured that was just because it was cold.

However, in the blink of an eye, your world is suddenly so much bigger. It doesn't take long for some black high-heeled boots to step into your vision, and a gloved hand to gently lift you up. "I didn't think you'd drink it so quickly, goodness that worked fast! But you're good enough to eat now, ehehe...if you've got any friends like you, tell them to swing by sometime, got it? I'd love for more willing treats to stop in~!"

Before you can react, she pops you into her mouth! There's a pleased hum that echoes around you, she must like how you taste...or made it so you'd taste even better. You went limp against her tongue, letting her swirl you around in her mouth, coating you in sticky dark saliva. Her mouth was warm and felt almost spongy like a cake, but being made of food didn't make it hard for her to swallow you in one gulp.

The trip down Chiffon's throat felt like forever, but it was a comfortable trip into her stomach. You plopped down into a thick pool of some kind of thick, almost fudgy frosting. Her stomach was hot, making the pool sludgy, and you felt more like you were in a mud bath than in a stomach. Some contented sounds from above told you that you were a fine snack for the witch, coupled with the happy sounding burbles from her stomach. You were happy, and you didn't even mind the chocolate stains your clothes were inevitably going to get. Maybe you'll visit again with friends, at her request...

[celandeline]

Summer of Like // Farleigh Start x OC (27)

I watch Venetia pour herself another glass of wine with a shaking hand. 

It’s lunch, and it isn’t at the same time. We are scattered around the table in complete silence - only James and Elspeth eat. I didn’t understand what people meant when they said ‘the cold-hearted English’ before, but I do now, watching as they all pretend that nothing has happened, even when their son’s body is still in the backyard. I look down at the untouched slice of shepherd's pie on my plate. I need to get out of this house. I need to throw up. 

The quiet click of shoes on the wood signals Duncan’s arrival. 

Elspeth pats her napkin around her lips. “What is it, Duncan?”

Duncan’s voice is pained. “It's the police, Your Ladyship. They are...er...having trouble.”

“What kind of trouble?” Elspeth asks. 

A brief moment of silence lingers before Duncan speaks again. “They keep getting lost in the maze.”

Another moment of silence permeates the room, until Farleigh laughs, sharp and sad. It echoes around the dining room, even after James shoots an icy glare in his direction. James’s attention turns to Duncan. “And?”

“May I send one of the gardeners to assist them?” Duncan looks straight ahead, never meeting James’s eyes. 

James turns his attention back to his plate. “Fine.”

Duncan disappears, shoes clicking back down the hall. For a moment the table is silent, only the sounds of James and Elspeth’s forks scraping against their plates echoing around the room. Venetia drains her glass of wine. Next to me, Farleigh sits stock still in his seat. I know that if I look at either of them I’ll start crying, so I don’t.

At the end of the table, Elspeth forces a smile. “Oliver, darling. Why don't you tell us about last night?” 

Across the table, Oliver looks up from his plate. “Last night?”

Elspeth stills smiles. “Mmmm. Did you have a lovely time?”

“Yeah.” Oliver says. “It was wonderful. Thank you.”

Wonderful? Felix died. I watch in amazement and horror as half the table pretends that nothing happened - that there isn’t a dead body in the backyard. 

“Oh good!” Elspeth presses on. “I think it was a hit, don't you darling?”

“Oh yes.” James agrees. “A triumph.”

A triumph. Bile rises in the back of my throat, and I feel like I might vomit right here at the table, spilling my guts across the patterned tablecloth. 

“Yes, the house looked good.” Elspeth says. 

“Beautiful.” James chimes in. 

Oliver perks up again. “And that cake was-”

“Oh did you like it?” Elspeth cuts him off, tittering. “I never had any in the end. That’s always the way, isn’t it? You end up running around so much you miss the actual party.”

The click of shoes on the wood signals Duncan’s arrival again. 

James doesn’t even look at him, his voice tight. “What now?”

Duncan leans down, close to James ear - but the room is so quiet I can hear him anyway. “May I be permitted to close the curtains, sir? The coroner is outside and may need to pass the window-”

James interrupts him. “Yes. Thank you. Close them.”

Duncan stands up, and walks to the window as Oliver continues. “I don't normally like chocolate cake.”

Elspeth nods. “Yes it can be cloying, can't it?”

“But last night it was so light!” Oliver says. 

“Yes Lynn has always been an expert with cakes.” Elspeth says. “Yes, cold hands apparently. You have to have cold hands.”

Oliver nods. “I’ve heard that. So the butter doesn't melt.”

The room begins to darken, the red curtains casting a wash of deep burgundy over the room. I watch as the fabric catches in the track, and Duncan tugs at it, trying to work it loose. 

Elspeth is in a world of her own, “Although I would think that applies more to pastry than it does to cake-” 

James cuts her off. “Duncan, just get them closed, for Christ's sake!” 

Duncan pulls at the curtain almost frantically. “Yes, I am trying sir, I can’t-”

One of the footmen rushes over, and the curtains finally close. The dining room is bathed in blood, and the sound of the gurney rolling by filters through the room. James plugs his ears, shaking his head. Elspeth almost chokes, bringing her napkin up to her mouth. I don’t notice the wine spilling out of Venetia’s glass until it seeps over to my plate, staining the tablecloth the same color as the curtains. 

As soon as the squeaking of the gurney wheels fades into the distance, Farleigh rises from his seat, voice shaking. “Oh my god... May I be excused, please?”

James' voice is harsh. “No. We haven’t finished lunch?”

Farleigh is almost in tears, pacing. “The lunch is cold! You want me to just eat it like nothing is happening?”

Elspeth looks at Farleigh, with the first glimmer of sadness I’ve seen from her since the body was found. “What else is there to do, darling?”

Farleigh sobs. “Anything! Anything-”

A loud bang shocks through the room as James slams his fist on the table. Farleigh freezes - I flinch on instinct. 

“Farleigh!” James roars. “Will you be quiet?! Sit down, and eat the bloody pie! Just eat it! Eat it and shut up! Eat the bloody pie!”

Farleigh drops back into his seat, almost shaking - from tears or fear, I don’t know. 

James takes a breath, and then continues. “You're not the only person here with feelings. None of us wants your bloody American feelings!”

A silence stretches over the table. I watch Farleigh try to eat, and fail, crying too hard to choke anything down. I don’t even try - between stumbling upon Felix’s dead body, and the sharp pit of resentment that’s settled in my gut from James’ yelling, I’m not eating anything for a while. I need to leave. I need to go home-

Oliver’s quiet voice breaks the silence. “I think it’s delicious.”

Farleigh explodes. “What the fuck are you still doing here?”

Oliver turns his icy blue eyes on Farleigh, and a shiver runs up my spine. Just being in the periphery of his stare is enough to make me uncomfortable. It’s unsettling, how normal he’s acting. Like his best friend didn’t just die. 

“Wait, does no one else find it weird?” Farleigh continues. “No one else finds that weird?”

Oliver’s tone is unnaturally level. “I wouldn’t throw stones if I was you, Farleigh.”

“Excuse me?” Farleigh almost laughs. 

On my other side, Venetia mutters, sounding tired. “Please stop.”

James’ eyes turn to Farleigh. “What is he saying?”

“I have no idea.” Farleigh says, still focused on Oliver. 

“What I'm saying is that I'd feel guilty too…” Oliver shrugs. 

“Guilty?” Farleigh asks. 

There’s a glint in Oliver’s eye as he finishes his sentence. “If I was the one racking up lines the night someone died.”

This time, the silence that descends is one of shock. A cold streak runs down my spine, and I turn to look at Farleigh. His gaze is stony, focused on Oliver. 

“Fuck you.” He spits. 

Oliver only blinks, glancing at James. “That’s not a denial.”

James is pale with fury - even more than when he shouted earlier. “Is that true?” He nods to Duncan. “Search Farleigh’s room.”

All the fire in Farleigh dissipates at once, and he begins to cry again. “No…”

But it's too late - Duncan nods sharply, and backs out of the room. Emotions rush through me all at once - panic, anger, despair. Farleigh crumples back into his chair, utterly defeated. I need to leave-

“Get out.” James is unflinching, staring at Farleigh. 

“No, wait-” Farleigh sniffles. 

Elspeth finally tunes into the conversation. “What’s happening?”

Farleigh turns to her. “Aunt Elspeth… Elspeth..?”

James is almost yelling again. “Don’t you dare look at her!” He rages. “Get out! I won't mention this to the police. That's all you get. Nothing more. Ever again. I-”

Whatever he’s about to say is interrupted by the scrape of my chair against the hardwood floor. I rise quickly, before I even really know that I’m going to do it. All the eyes in the room shift to me, but I say nothing, simply grabbing Farleigh by the arm and hauling him out of his seat. My heart is pounding like I’ve just run a marathon. 

I walk out of the room, pulling Farleigh with me. 

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[dr-trafalgar-law]

Trafalgar Law X CisFem Reader

11

Every nine inch round pan you owned was out on the counter. Four perfectly iced cakes sat on the kitchen table. Each one a different flavor profile, different style of icing, different color. You were focused at what little space was left on the counter working a marshmallow buttercream with your favorite offset spatula over the fifth and final cake.

"We've talked about bringing work home with you." you were so absorbed in the cake you didn't hear your fiance get home.

"Ha-ha." you murmured back, turning as he entered the kitchen, "It's not for work."

His tired eyes scanned the room as realization settled in

"Oh, no." his gaze finally landed on you, "We talked about this too, F/N-ya."

"I just need help choosing," you gave him your best pout, "please?"

"I don't eat cake." he deadpanned.

"You haven't even tried. Just a taste?"

"Isn't this a waste, if you're just tasting them?"

"We're." you corrected, "And I can sell single slices at the shop."

He watched you add the newly finished cake to the table and then start to rearrange them by flavor. The small smile on your face as you concentrated and hummed tugged at him. It was very apparent that this was something that made you happy.

Who was he to deny you that?

Even with all of the trouble the two of you had - the thought of upsetting you stung.

He was starting to hate this feeling a little less.

"You're mad?" your pouting voice broke his train of thought.

He blinked realizing he'd been staring,"No-not at all. Give me a moment to change and we can tackle this."

The smile you responded with was unfair. Not only that, it was incredibly rare. In your short arranged relationship he'd only seen that smile twice. This was the first time it was directed at him and he didn't know what to do with that. For him to be the source of an expression that was so pure and joyful? He never thought he'd see the day - he never knew he wanted to. 

You continued to cut and plate the cakes while Law dipped out to change. He returned wearing tapered black sweats and a navy slim-fit long sleeved shirt.

"So, why are there so many?" he sounded more amused than annoyed as he took a seat.

"I can't pick a flavor and I want to narrow it down. Also this cake is representing us, so it should be something we like."

His eyes followed your movements as he tried desperately to not react to what you'd just said. How were you suddenly being so nonchalant about everything?

That probably wasn't quite the right term for it. After meeting Rocinante and exchanging numbers, Law noticed a shift. He wouldn't go as far as to say you were excited about planning - but you definitely weren't as disinterested as you had been.

"Ok… we've got -" you began pointing at the cakes while naming them, "lemon cake with a blueberry compote and lemonade buttercream, strawberry shortcake with a whipped marshmallow buttercream - my personal favorite, raspberry white chocolate with a cream cheese frosting, classic vanilla bean with a vanilla bourbon swiss buttercream, and finally double chocolate with an American buttercream." you hummed, "We could do a German chocolate cake I guess. The caramel is good but people can be weird about the coconut."

"I can see why there are so many now." your fiance murmured, "You don't have to keep adding to the list F/N. Why don't we just pick the one that's your favorite?"

"Maybe it's stupid, but it's important to me that we choose it together and not just because I like it." you looked up at him with big doe eyes.

He had to be sure you were never made aware of how dangerous your facial expressions were.

"Alright, let's get this started then. We'll save the strawberry for last." he reluctantly pulled the vanilla cake toward himself.

You let out a short laugh, "You don't have to look so upset. If you absolutely can't handle the cake then I'll just choose on my own. Also, I made you some onigiri for after."

"Thanks." he mumbled picking up his fork.

Your hopeful gaze was absolutely crushing him. He knew he'd feel guilty if he truly didn't like it. But he had never actually had cake that he could remember. He just knew the ingredients could be similar to bread which he didn't find appealing. Desserts weren't something he needed or really craved either.

How he managed to be paired with a pastry chef was beyond him.

The fork slid through the cake with ease. He took a deep breath before closing his eyes and taking the first terrifying bite.

You looked on with amusement. This fully grown man with a full medical degree was eating a slice of cake the way a six-year-old would eat green beans. You were surprised that he didn't gag.

Law was surprised to find nothing about this unpleasant. The texture of the cake was a little like bread but moist - not off putting as he had expected. The frosting was smooth and balanced.

"Be honest," you said, taking a bite for yourself.

He paused for a moment in thought, "Maybe a bit too sweet? I… don't hate it." a small simper tugged at his lips.

You nodded, taking mental note,"Maybe something tart would be better for you?"

The tasting moved on like this. Law was less reluctant with every slice. Each time he gave an honest critique. He liked the juxtapose of the tart lemon and sweet blueberries, but the lemonade frosting didn't land the way you'd hoped. The double chocolate was too rich, he wasn't a fan of chocolate really anyway. So far the raspberry white chocolate was his favorite.

"I'm so glad this is the last one." he sighed, "I'm not sure I can take much more."

"I'm sorry for torturing you, you poor baby." you chuckled, moving the final piece between you.

Last but not least was the strawberry shortcake. The way you had layered the slices of strawberries between the layers of cake was like something he'd seen on TV. It was more dense and as he examined the piece on his fork there were bits of green. Mint? The sponge also seemed to be soaked in pink liquid. You watched him as you were already on your second bite, wondering what he was analyzing so hard. Finally he ate it and hummed.

He hummed!

Not his usual incredulous tone.

He sounded surprised.

And he was… pleasantly.

The strawberries were sweet and tart, the cake was buttery, the marshmallow was light and just sweet enough but it all came together with the floral hint of basil - not mint.

Your eyes widened as he took a second bite.

"This one." he placed his fork on the half empty plate.

"You like it?" you asked standing with more energy than he could recall ever experiencing with you.

"I really do, as much as I hate to admit defeat," he chuckled,"this wasn't so bad."

You couldn't contain your excitement. Having Law like the food you made him always made you feel good, even when things were rough. But this felt almost like you'd won a Michelin star.

In your little celebration you'd moved forward and wrapped your arms around his neck. Law let out a surprised "oof" and hugged you back. This was the first time you had ever hugged him. Realizing you were basically in his lap, you pulled away slowly, the apology dying on your lips as he caught your gaze.

Had his eyes always had that little swirl of gold? How had you never noticed how beautiful they were? For a moment you just quietly stared at each other while the air around you shifted. As Law's left hand came up to wipe some frosting from your cheek the doorbell rang sending you to your feet. 

"I-I'll get it."

You could have just combusted on the spot. Quickly you straightened yourself up as you opened the door.

A young pink haired man stood next to a taller blonde. They both wore black suits and trench coats.

The younger man looked at you with a soft cordial smile, "Miss F/N L/N, we're with The NWO. We've got a few questions for you if you have the time."

[stardustedwanderer]

It's understandable that Siffrin likely forgot about their birthday. That's the thing about time loops, time kind of gets away from you. Yes it's a bit of a bad thought spiral to go down with the reminder but… well. He's gotta have a nice thing every so often. And of course there's…. Well. They're going to get a special gift too. Despite the change in weather, there's two distinct pops of sparkles and stardust. One by Siffrin, who gets a little box with a small chocolate cake with dark chocolate ganache on top. There's also a little candle and a match, along with a card. It reads "Happy birthday Siffrin! Hope you like chocolate, I kind of guessed from your love of pan au chocolat. Oh! And there's a culture in my world where you light a candle on a cake and blow it out to make a wish! Just remember not to tell anyone or else it won't come true ;)"

-- Loop gets their own cake. It's lovingly wrapped to be sure there wouldn't be any issues as well. There's another candle and match, for a small ritual of birthday wishes. But the note is different. "My Blazar, I hope you enjoy the cake. I know you don't really need to eat, but it felt rude to only focus on Stardust. I wish you a better new year." The cake is the same flavor, death by chocolate. But the decorations are much more overt. Sparkles and little white pearls to mimic stars. It's distinct. And yours.

[You've been trying not to think about it too much, that's for sure. Not thinking about it some more while you stare at the skies. Not thinking about it at all when you hear something appear nearby - Strange, normally you'd jump at something like that, but instead you look over.

Oh. Might need to sit up for this.]

'Huh.. Gâteau au chocolat..' [You remember someone teaching you that name once, a long time ago. You don't remember who. Or when. Or where. But you remember the name, and that's something!]

[You remember candles too. Even without the reminder you know. Each star representing a year lived - odd to find a ritual with so staunchly set a number you think, as if the years themselves lend some form of strength. Do wishes made in later years hold more power, you wonder..? You feel like this isn't the first time you've asked that. You feel like it won't be the last.]

[It doesn't matter much.]

[You gently place the candle in place, in the middle - It could have been to one side or the other but some instinct tells you the middle is best. More.. Effective? What for you couldn't say.]

[...You should probably wish for this to be over. You think how much you should wish for that as you blow the candles out. Somehow it feels like you did it wrong, like you didn't quite want it but. There's no changing it now.. It's not like wishes can really change much anyway, right? It's just a silly little game people play after all, something to lend more meaning to the event. Something small, and nice.. And harmless.]

[Cake on the other hand? Is very real. And very tasty. As you scarf down a slice you can't help pondering if there's some sort of excuse you could find to have this, so you can share it with your family. You think one might come to you after a second slice.. Maybe.]

-------

[Under this thrice blasted tree you have no real way of knowing the motions you're mimicking. You understand the importance a little more, even if you question the legitimacy - Is it really a birthday when you have grown no older? When you may never grow older again..?]

[Ah. But that was never the point of the sentiment was it? It was less about age, and more about the fact one exists at all. Exists, even in this form, in this place, locked in time. Unique and distinct, if a little less whole than one once was.]

[If you could smile you would be beaming, instead you do so in more literal fashion, a soft light illuminating the boughs overhead.]

[You are still here. Maybe you won't be much longer, but in this moment you are. And you are loved. What more could you ever wish for than that...?]

[lonelinessmademecrazy]

You said you've been writing down (or rather, typing up) whatever comes to your head when you first wake up. Would you be comfortable sharing some of the things you've written?

Sure, I see no harm in that. Some of the dates are a bit off due to me forgetting what days I had or had not accounted for.

Also, this will probably have a “read more” section bc this is LONG.

6/1/24

pasta would be better without the wait time. Why can’t it be packaged like udon?

6/2/24

No, I’m not paying for your tax write-off of a vacation

6/3/24

I’m not a monster. I’m not a creature. I’m not a god. I’m human. I’m normal. I’m perfectly normal.

6/6/24

Just like the coocoo bird effect,I killed my false parents. Dug my teeth into their flesh and tore and shred until there was nothing left. Only blood and bone shards.

6/7/24

cheese. not celery. CHEESE. Worst salsa de queso ever

6/9/24

I want chocolate

6/10/24

Feigning humanity only starves me further.

6/11/24

They worship the very thing that will kill them. They know it’ll kill them. Why do they expect appreciation from an old deity?

6/12/24

el conejo es muy delicioso

6/13/24

Tear, rip, shred, filét, slice, stab, scratch, do what I want. I’m so hungry and so angry.

6/15/24

Need to make friends. I’m so lonely

6/16/24

You’re a fucking liar. Go kill yourself.

Better yet, let me do it for you, pathetic waste of flesh.

6/17/24

I’m not a monster. I’d never eat that. I’d never do that. Nobody should worship me.

I’m just a normal human.

6/18/24

Kitty cat!! In car!! I want a pet kitty!

6/21/24

Those macarons were so fucking good. I should go get some more. Vanilla and pistachio

6/22/24

Beach

6/23/24

Water would be nice. It’s so hot

6:24/24

Mayonnaise is such a weird condiment

6/28/24

Cookies and cream flavored milkshakes are the best thing to grace the shelves of my fridge.

6/29/24

How much could a creature possibly need to eat? So many lives lost.

7/1/24

Sleep is for the weak

7/2/24

God, please let me sleep

7/3/24

Sleepy time tea

Check the mail

7/5/24

Cult. It’s a cult. They’re in fucking cult.

They worship the same thing that warned me about them

7/7/24

Don’t let them know

I know

I’m starving

7/9/24

Cake pops would sell so good on campus.

7/10/24

What do you mean you want a cheeseburger combo with no cheese. That’s just a hamburger combo.

No, a combo is just the burger and fries, you’re thinking of a meal. The meal has a drink with it.

7/11/24

I fucking hate fast food, oh my god

7/12/24

My thoughts get louder at night. Just when I think things are changing.

My thoughts get louder at night.

The insistent need to tear and rip and shred. I’d never, though.

I’m not a monster.

Right?

7/13/24

Shut up, you can make your own damn french fries.

7/14/24

I deserve a pay raise

7/15/24

That guy is not even real. Why does everyone think he’s stalking me?

7/18/24

It’s raining so much. I hate hurricane season

7/19/24

Can I PLEASE make it to work without driving through a literal flood??

7/20/24

Burger

Fries

Milkshake?? Eh, ice cream is better

7/21/24

Hunger. It’s all I feel. No matter how much I eat, I’m always hungry.

Maybe I’m not eating the right thing.

7/22/24

My teeth itch every time one of you talks. You’re all so annoying, I just wanna bite out your jugulars.

7/23/24

Bacon jerky

7/24/24

Something claws from deep within, begging for just a taste. Just a drop, a shred, a chunk, a bite.

I don’t want to eat that. That’s gross. But my brain tells me otherwise.

7/25/24

I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet

A pawn and a king

7/26/24

How many lives did they truly live? How many times did they all repeat that same, vicious cycle.

How lucky am I to be an outside viewer.

An observer

7/27/24

Kimchi jiggae and a big ass bottle of strawberry caplico

7/28/24

I want strawberry milk

7/29/24

He’s not the guardian. He’s the voyeur. That fucking liar. You’re just as bad as your captor.

8/1/24

Mmmm steamed egg

8/2/24

Vanilla ice cream

No, strawberry

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Matter Of Opinion

Prompt Roulette By Title

Character A: On the count of three, what's your favorite cake? One, two, three-

Character A and Character B, in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks!

Character C: Our turn, Character D! One, two, three- vanilla!

Character D, deadpan: I've never had cake.

Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of treating others as lesser than. Mentions of calling others 'pests'. Mentions of not having access to food. Mentions of getting sick from food.

Eggs deserved some time in the spotlight

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Eggs looks between Fritz and Caleb, a look of horror on his face. 

“I don’t know which one is worse. The favorite flavor being vanilla, or never having eaten cake before.” 

The redhead suddenly ducks his head as he shuffles in place, Fritz seeming more nervous rather than self-conscious, the excitement they rarely see vanishing within seconds. “Well, we don’t...cake isn’t exactly, accessible...” 

It takes a moment for the sentence to register. For Eggs to remember Caleb and Fritz are only a few inches tall in height. Not normal human children like the hordes of gremlins that come into the restaurants daily, but ‘borrowers’ that took a long time in order to trust those who can and have swept them into a hand. And only a select few at that.

He’ll admit, he forgets how different their lives are. Sure, they live at Freddy Fazbear’s, but they can’t exactly book a birthday party. Can’t sneak into the kitchen like Eggs does to steal a slice of pizza or cake. Sometimes he steals a whole pizza and cake. No one’s been able to stop him yet! 

The borrower’s life, though? They get caught by the wrong person, and cake will never be on the table. 

“I’m in the mood for cake,” James suddenly announces. “Want to help us make one?” 

The two react in almost polar opposites. Caleb immediately perks up at finally being allowed to try cake honestly they’re monsters never having offered it before. But Fritz shrinks into himself even more. 

“What kind of cake?” the younger borrower asks, strangling the absolutely miniscule plush bear they have never seen him without. Even though the toy should be washed considering the amount of dust Caleb and Fritz tend to accumulate from their travels. “Fredbear says we might not like peanut butter.” 

Oh fuck they really are monsters, Eggs is telling Scott the man is doing a shitty job as a father!

“Chocolate’s hard to go wrong with. And Jeremy will be happy to help us eat the rest.” 

Finally Fritz makes a long sigh. As if they’re boring the teenager. “You, you’re allowed to make a chocolate cake?” 

Eggs shares a look with James, the doctor raising his eyebrows to say he had been expecting that to be the reason the kid was hesitant. Which is unfair! One of them is a child psychiatrist and apparently that includes borrower children and the other isn't. The other is a geneous mechanic. 

Genious. Genus? Genius. 

Then again, that has been a running theme when it comes to Fritz and Caleb. Less so for the nine year old boy now that they’ve all known each other for about two months, but the older borrower didn’t warm up as quickly. Allows asks for permission before doing things other than borrowing, and that had been quite the discussion. Maybe they need to get Scott to hold another meeting. 

Eggs taps his chin before giving a wry smile, forcing his hands not to make large movements. “Let’s think about it this way. Jeremy wouldn’t tattle cause it’s chocolate cake. If Scott finds us, he won’t even be mad, just disappointed. Mike doesn’t give a shit. And Harrison can’t bitch cause it’s not his restaurant.” 

“I thought we agreed to leave the cursing to Mike,” James stage whispers. 

“Just don’t tell Scott,” the blond replies. 

That has Caleb giggling as Fritz visibly relaxes. “Okay. W-We'd like to help make a cake.” 

Eggs offers a hand palm up for the two. Can’t help a smile when neither hesitate to climb on, though he did forget they’re spider monkeys. Caleb’s darting up his arm almost immediately, almost missing grabbing the edge of the short sleeve to his uniform when Fritz swoops in for a rescue, scooping his brother up and finishing the climb. 

The blond has to stop a shiver from the odd feeling of his shoulder being walked on, looking at James to confirm both of them are safely there. He can’t exactly turn his head to check on them or else that might cause a big problem. 

The doctor gives a smirk. “Have you finally accepted you’re a glorified jungle gym?” 

“Hey I’m the greatest jungle gym you will ever meet, thank you!” 

He hears the worry in Fritz’s voice as he carefully follows James into the kitchen. “Do you mind we-?” 

“Shh, I’m proving I’m a badass tree. And another thing!” 

That earns him two quiet laughs from his shoulder while James shoos him away. “We’ll argue who’s the better tree later. Make yourself useful and find the cake mix.” 

Eggs makes his hand talk in time with the doctor’s words, but he also begins his search for the box required to make a certain cake that apparently neither of their resident borrowers have had the chance to eat. He’s actually a little curious how Fritz managed to get his hands on a piece of vanilla cake. 

With how careful the teenager is, he doesn’t think it was a proper crumb. It would’ve been from the floor. That hadn’t been cleaned in days. Hours after it was made and being exposed to the air that would’ve hardened it so it can’t even be considered cake anymore. 

Damn, he’s surprised the vanilla flavor could actually be tasted. 

“How do you make a cake?” Caleb pipes up. 

“See there’s something called chemical reactions.” 

“We are not teaching them chemistry,” James calls from the fridge. “You have to start with the scientific method.” 

Eggs sighs loudly as he snatches the cake mix out of the pantry, gently slamming the door closed. “Sorry Caleb, Dr. Stiller says we’re not allowed to have any fun.” 

“I think it’s safe to assume they don’t know what atoms are. Therefore are unfamiliar with molecules and bonding. I.e., educate them so they completely understand what a chemical reaction is.” 

Eggs will admit, he’s a bit jealous James can spout all that off at the same time he’s measuring out how much water they’ll need, the eggs and jar of icing waiting patiently next to a bowl. But ten bucks the doctor’s just showing off. “Nerd.” 

“To answer your question how you expected it,” James smirks, looking over Eggs’ shoulder which is rude, his eyes are- oh shit. Right. Caleb and Fritz are sitting there. “Eggs has cake mix that we add eggs and water with to make the batter. The icing is already made, so we just put it on the cake once it’s been baked.” 

“...you’re going into a cake?” Fritz asks, sounding so genuinely confused and worried Eggs can’t help but laugh. Not even James can help himself. “You just said Eggs!” 

The blond carefully grabs the two off his shoulder as he attempts to stifle his laughter, gently nudges Fritz’s shoulder at his embarrassed look, Caleb seeming just as confused. “Sorry, sorry. We’re not laughing at you, it was just funny. You two really do live in the walls, don’t you?” 

“We said we did,” the redhead defends, pulling his brother into a protective hug, and Eggs feels like an asshole. 

“We’re sorry for laughing,” James murmurs. 

“It was a dick move,” the blond agrees. He sets his hand down on the counter, Caleb leading Fritz off for the two to stand close together. It’s impossible to miss the blush on the older’s face despite his two inch stature. “Teasing went too far, we’ll be model gentlemen.” 

“That’ll last for ten minutes.” 

“Bet it’ll last twenty.” 

Fritz still doesn’t look up from his shoes, and Caleb refuses to give a smile, standing in solidarity with his brother. Now he really feels like an asshole. 

Eggs kneels down in order to be eye level with them. Snags an egg and sets it a respectful distance away so they don’t have to worry about it rolling them over. 

“This wonderful object is an egg. I’m named after a dish that requires multiple eggs called Eggs Benedict.” 

Finally green eyes look up to meet his gaze. “You’re, named after food?” 

“The greatest food of all time in my opinion,” he winks. 

Fritz shuffles in place. “So, that’s why they’re yelling your name all the time?” 

“Gets confusing, right?” Eggs shrugs. “The life of having the best name ever. But it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.” 

There’s the smile he was looking for. Still embarrassed from never connecting the dots, but they should’ve expected Fritz specifically to be unfamiliar with something like that. They haven’t exactly asked where the redhead’s lived before the restaurant. And they haven’t asked the two what they’ve eaten before, case in point the fact they’re currently making a cake. 

“And I know we’re assholes, but don’t hesitate to ask about anything else. James’ll know the answer.” 

“What am I, an encyclopedia?” 

“Ha! I don’t even know what that is!” 

“Eggs will have to ask me questions as well,” the doctor grumbles. He snatches the egg from Eggs ha and cracks it against the counter before putting the yolk in the bowl, tossing the shell into the trashcan before repeating the process with the second one. “Remember, when you’re dealing with eggs, always wash your hands when you’re finished.” 

Caleb looks up at Eggs happy to let James do all of the work. “Both kinds of eggs?” 

“Especially when dealing with that one.” 

“Hey!” 

“I’ll take it back if you add the water, mix, and stir.” 

That earns angry grumbles as Eggs opens the box, cutting the bag for the mix open in order to dump it into the bowl. Pours the water on top before mixing it all together. He glances down at the two borrowers to make sure he’s not spilling anything over them, grinning at the wide eyes watching the batter slowly come together. Reminds him of when each Eggling saw the magic of cooking and baking. 

He doesn’t notice James snagging the cake pan until he hears the sound of oil being sprayed, looking over to see the doctor standing at the opposite end of the kitchen. 

“What was that for?” Caleb asks. 

“That’s to keep the batter from sticking to the pan as it bakes.” Eggs shoos James away from the pan once it’s set down, pouring in the chocolate goodness in so the question can be focused on. “I sprayed it over there so you didn’t breathe it in.” 

“And how do you know to do that?” Fritz tags in. 

James brings the box of mix closer to them as he kneels down. Which excuse him Eggs needed to read the temperature for the oven. “We’re following this recipe. It told us how many eggs and how much water we needed. Tells us which pan to use, to spray it in baking oil, and this pan needs 425 degrees.” 

Eggs’ dramatic waving toward the oven pauses at the emphasized words, quick to put in the proper information so it starts preheating. Which they should’ve done first but hey! It’s an experience! And they are far from being master's at baking a cake. Or any baking in general. Might as well add cooking to that, too. 

With that done, he tiptoes over to the bowl. Grabs the spoon with the intent to eat the batter when he meets Caleb’s eyes watching with interest. 

He pivots so the spoon is offered to the little boy. “Want a taste?” 

Instead of trying it, Caleb looks up at James giving the batter a distrustful look. “Can we?” 

“...I’m trying to do mental calculations.” 

Eggs stares. “For...” 

“The effect salmonella could have on them,” the doctor says ominously. “Specially how likely it is based on their size to ours, and considering there’s two eggs-” 

“James, you’re scaring the kids,” Eggs whispers, sending a pointed look down at Fritz who seems three seconds away from snatching Caleb from the spoon. “It’s just a tiny sample! Literally!” 

“And I don’t have any good information on their health, how certain diseases can effect them, or-” 

“We d-don't get sick,” Fritz announces. “From food I mean.” 

Caleb nods his head in agreement. “We’ve eaten pizza humans got sick from, but we didn’t! Fredbear agrees, too!” 

Eggs watches as James has to fight with himself from either asking even more questions and possibly seeing if they can do a full exam, or to go against everything he’s learned from medical school and give the go ahead. Maybe it’s both. 

“One dip of your finger,” the doctor finally relents. 

Neither of them argue, following his request to the letter. Both of their eyes light up at the taste, meaning Eggs then takes the spoon back in order to lick the entire thing, earning a very disapproving look. 

“I hope you get salmonella.” 

“My name is Eggs. I’m part egg. It’d be impossible for me to get it.” 

“Oh really?” James begins. “Part egg, huh? Maybe we should put you into the next cake we make.” 

“You wish,” Eggs grins. “I would make the greatest cake ever.” 

A loud beeping announces the oven’s finally ready, the blond wiggling his fingers at James to put the cake in and set the timer. Leaving him with Fritz and Caleb watching him with worried looks. 

“Is there batter on my face?” 

“You’d, want to be part of a cake?” Fritz says almost too quietly to be heard. 

Well fuck. He keeps forgetting how terrifying that can sound due to them being able to end up in someone’s pizza or soda without any trouble. Which none of the guards would ever do if the two didn’t want that to happen. Excluding freak accidents, but they’ve all been working hard to be extra careful. 

“No one will ever go into a cake even if we could,” he smiles. Doesn’t admit that kind of sounds fun. And who else could say they’ve done something like that! Not to mention it’d be comedy gold! “James and I are just teasing.” 

Note to self, talk to Scott about what topics they should avoid. 

In their defense, this has been the first time Caleb and Fritz have been out for more than just a few minutes. They pop in every now and then, but only when the restaurant is closed with every other person on staff home. Get a little too antsy when they’re out in the open for two long. Have stuck to a fairly strict ‘curfew’ for Friday nights when everyone is here. 

They’ll figure it out! Slowly but surely. Seriously, Scott’s slacking on his dad duties, he’s supposed to make sure all of his children get along together! 

James appears after being gone way too long for just putting the cake in the oven. And to Eggs’ horror, he sees the bowl of left over batter missing. He wasn’t done eating from that! “The cake will be done in about 10 minutes. Do you three want to go find Jeremy and let him know?” 

“Were we not going to tell Scott?” 

Eggs almost jumps at Scott’s voice. One that sounds a little upset. Turning around, he confirm it’s a very disappointed look being aimed toward them. But, it’s not angry. Soooo, that’s a win! 

Now how to get out of this alive... 

“Surprise! Happy Birthday!” 

Scott’s frown turns into a glare shit. “Good guess. Now you’ve got 364 more to go.”

“We were making a cake for Fritz and Caleb,” James quickly explains, gesturing to said frozen borrowers. “It was our idea, not there's.” 

“I would assume so,” Scott continues to glare. “They can’t exactly grab the ingredients and put it into the oven without help.” 

“Th-They were being nice!” Fritz calls across the vast expanse that is the kitchen. “They said you, you w-wouldn't be upset.” 

“They wanted me to try cake for the first time!” Caleb adds. 

Just as Eggs thought would happen, Scott melts. Because he’s just like David, pretending to not care about anything or anyone, but is actually a complete and utter softy. 

“You’re welcome for doing your job as a father,” Eggs sneers. 

And just like that, he fucked himself royally. “Eggs, either start running, or I’m getting Vince.” 

Oh shit. “Bring it, Fossil!” 

Scott bristles before taking a deep breath. “After the cake is done. And please dear God tell me you made sure Caleb and Fritz were safe the entire time.” 

“Entire time,” James butts in, putting a hand over Eggs mouth so he can’t say anything else that will incriminate them. Which doesn’t look suspicious in the slightest. 

It only earns them an eye roll as Scott walks closer to investigate the crime scene, a smile appearing as the two borrowers give hellos. “Have you been keeping them in line?” 

Caleb rapidly nods his head. “We also learned Eggs is a food and they’re used in recipes!”

That’s when Scott seems to finally realize what ‘never having cake before’ actually means. That the two are missing out on more than just deserts. Fritz had been adamant on day one that they wanted to continue borrowing and getting their own food, but with this revelation gently coaxing out an agreement that sometimes they can help out might be needed. Cake is one thing, but they’re both just kids. They’d all like to make sure their resident borrowers are taken care of for as long as they live at Freddy Fazbear’s. 

He’s pretty sure James has a nerdy reason to add on the ‘why’s’. 

“I’ll grab Jeremy so you don’t skip out on any other lessons, deal?” 

“Deal!” they chirp. Caleb ecstatic the cake is almost finished. Fritz relieved they aren’t in trouble. 

Eggs offers his hands as he nods toward the oven. “Want to go see what it looks like?” 

Both of them immediately perk up and dart into his palms. Right as Caleb moves to pull the same stunt from before and climb up his arm, Fritz manages to catch his brother with a battle cry, laughing as a squeal emits. “Oh no you don’t!” 

No time is wasted walking to the baking cake at that, quick to hold up his hands as Caleb manages to worm out of Fritz’s grasp in order to keep the little boy from making a break for his shoulder. Not that he minds! He just can’t see the awed expressions from the favored perch! 

Honestly, it’s adorable how both of them are absolutely entranced by the rising cake. Not wanting to look away even with the sound of Jeremy running into the kitchen. 

“It’s ch-ch-chocolate, right?” 

Eggs raises his eyebrows when Fritz doesn’t jump at the stuttering guard’s voice, only turning to wave in greeting. “Of course, Jer. We’re not monsters.” 

Jeremy gives him a look he thinks is supposed to be a glare after returning Fritz’s wave. “Y-You’d make a vanilla one j-j-j-just to spite me.” 

“...alright that does sound like me.” 

“Where’s the b-batter?” 

“Eggs ate it all,” James says, the blond sputtering as Jeremy immediately turns on him. 

“You jerk!” 

“I did not it was James who put it in the sink!” 

“I can’t trust e-e-e-either of you!” 

“Enough!” Scott suddenly yells, sending all of them glares. “Caleb and Fritz don’t deserve all of you shouting around them. If you’re going to fight, do it in the dining room. And no instigating, James.” 

Right. He forgot about tiny ears. Ones currently having equally tiny hands covering them as they stare up at the giants surrounding them on all sides. But slightly good news? There’s no fear, just apprehension! 

That’s when the timer goes off, everyone but James backing away so the doctor can grab the cake out of the oven. “Uh, sorry about that.” 

“It’s okay,” Fritz offers as he drops his hands, Caleb following suit. “At least you’re not as loud as Mr. Harrison.” 

Wise words. Caleb agrees, nodding sagely. 

Before they can continue bashing on David, James opens the can of frosting, earning everyone’s attention. That’s when he shakes his head. “You can eat it when it’s on the cake. Everyone already had batter with a side of salmonella.” 

Jeremy squawks. “I d-didn't!” 

“You gave the kids uncooked batter?” Scott demands. 

“Oh well look at the time,” Eggs begins, setting his hands on the counter to let Fritz and Caleb off before backing away slowly from the ticking timebomb. “I should go...” 

“A great way to out yourself. Because a doctor would’ve advised against it.” 

“Fredbear said they’d be fine,” the blond counteracts. 

That shuts Scott up. Because the man wouldn’t be a heartless bastard and tell Caleb Fredbear isn’t real. Eggs is definitely getting his ass kicked later but for now he’s safe. Maybe. 50/50 chance Vincent’s going to be summoned. 

James clears his throat. “Who’s helping with the icing?” 

“M-Me,” Jeremy quickly volunteers. Before he grabs a knife, he sets his own hand in front of the borrowers, both of them immediately climbing all the way up to his shoulder. This time Caleb has no trouble with the long sleeve providing plenty of handholds to grab onto. Once they’re both tucked close to his neck, the stuttering guard starts on icing the cake. 

Eggs quickly darts to James’ side as Scott walks closer, hiding behind the doctor as a glare is shot toward him. But he’s not chased, so he’s been allowed to survive for another day. Or maybe just thirty more minutes. 

He will say, Jeremy’s pretty good on coating a still warm cake, none of it coming off onto the knife. He’s also talented in the ways of not throwing borrowers off of his shoulder as he works. 10 out of 10, would choose Jeremy’s shoulder if he was borrower size. 

“N-N-Now how many slices d-do we need?” 

“Think Mike wants some?” James asks. 

“Give him a small one,” Scott says as he grabs a few paper plates with the word 'Celebrate!’ decorating it. Quite fitting considering this is an occasion to celebrate. “And make David’s as big as yours, Jeremy.” 

They end up with seven slices all together. James covers what’s left of the cake as Eggs is laden with four plates, Jeremy oh so courteous to hold the door out of the kitchen open for him and Scott. Sadly he does not slam it on James’ face. 

David gives a questioning look as a large slice is slid in front of him where he sits at a table. “This is what you all disappeared for?” 

“You don’t want cake?” Eggs smirks, reaching out to take it away. The business man doesn’t hesitate to move it out of the blond’s grasp with a glare daring he tries to complete the threat. 

Scott sets the two plates he brought onto the table, nodding toward the hallway Jeremy’s leading Mike out of. “Fritz and Caleb never had chocolate cake before.” 

David goes still. If Eggs didn’t know any better, he’d say there’s concern in the hazel eyes that once looked at the borrowers with nothing but loathing. He doesn’t say anything as everyone finds a seat, but he doesn’t start eating his share until Fritz and Caleb are gifted with a full slice that’s taller and longer than they are. 

Eggs can’t help watching them each take a bite. Grinning as Caleb looks up with pure amazement on his face. “Humans get to eat this all the time?” 

Right. They live at a children’s party center. “Not all the time. Usually for birthdays and holidays.” 

Fritz looks like he wants to ask something but catches himself. “Thank you for sharing one with us.” 

David suddenly leans forward, his hands clasped together like he’s in the middle of making a business deal. “I heard you never had chocolate cake before.” 

Caleb nods, unaffected by the scrutiny, but his brother hunches down into himself. “It’s Cay’s first time eating cake at all.” 

Scott sends David a suspicious look, unsure where this will be taken. He’s only given a glance as the redhead’s focused on. “Are there other things you have yet to try?” 

Now Eggs is confused on where this is going. He thought David was going to try and be a dick, using this as a way to prove the two are ‘pests’ of some sort. His tone isn’t hostile, but it’s not gentle either. It kind of feels like an interrogation. 

“I, uh, c-can't really give a list,” Fritz replies. Having the all too familiar look of wanting to bolt. A hand on the bag he carries everywhere. “You’ve all shared pizza with us, and we’ve had that before. We’ve had fries and lettuce. But...I-I don’t really keep great track.” 

“Are there certain foods you don’t know about?” 

“Yes,” the teenager admits, his face growing red all over again. 

Eggs’ announcement of David being a grade-a douche bag is stopped when the business man turns to Scott. “Didn’t you say you’d be watching over them?” 

“Want to clarify, David?” is growled back. 

“I mean the kids aren’t exactly being cared for like you agreed to do for them,” the business man sighs. And holy shit he does care about Fritz and Caleb. “If I remember correctly, they entrusted you to keep them safe and healthy. I’m no doctor, but I think it’s safe to say they’re not getting the nutrients they need.” 

Scott stares at David for a moment. And while it’s definitely said with an air of arrogance, there’s actual concern lying underneath. Which is something he’d never thought he’d see from their resident douche bag of all people. What did he say! Secretly a giant softy!

“They also said they wanted to continue borrowing.” 

“I didn’t say they had to stop,” David counters with an eye roll. “I thought you are William's right-hand man. You’ve seen plenty of contracts. Get the pests warm food every now and then. You’re not giving handouts, you’re keeping them healthy and treating them with things they couldn’t have before. They have you as a benefactor, and yet I bet letting them eat cake for the first time wasn’t your idea.” 

Eggs makes a quite ‘oooooo’ sound as Scott doesn’t seem to have a comeback. The best part though is the fact David’s not even smug. This shit’s better than his soap operas! 

Even Fritz doesn’t have anything to say. He half expected the older borrower to protest and argue about needing to do things themselves, repeating the speech they’re all familiar with. But David’s a business man through and through, and damn did he find the loopholes. 

Then again, the agreement had been made by a desperate teenager, but credit’s due where credit’s due. 

“Fritz?” 

The two borrowers look at each other. Then they look at David who only waits patiently for a reply, not a hint of a degrading smirk on his face. 

“I don’t...disagree.” 

“Wonderful. Which means you need to step it up, Scott. Try and aim for them giving James permission to take their vitals or whatever the hell doctor’s do.” 

AAAAAnd he ruined it, even Caleb looking a bit scared at what’s being implied. 

“That’s a discussion for another time,” Scott soothes. “We’ll never force either of you to do anything you don’t want. But I’ll get Eggs and James to help out with letting you try new things.” 

Fritz looks at the slice beside him that guaranteed will be given to Jeremy to finish before smiling. “Okay.” 

“Fredbear says David wants to ‘accidentally’ drop frosting on us,” Caleb prophesizes. 

“HOW THE FUCK DID YOU KNOW THAT!” 

“DAVID!"

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🌌 MILKY WAY, 🍰 CAKE SLICE, 🚆 TRAIN for all of them? c:

eeep ** thanks dear!!

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

Elanor

So, there's a running joke I have with a few friends that the first female character of each game I play - with customizable options - has to be a badass redhead called iterations of the name Lenore, which is the name of my Mass Effect protagonist. I find it hilarious that my Shepard is traveling through realms bringing chaos and a very bad personality. Luckily Ela turned out similar to Lenore only in the physical aspects, mentally they're polar opposites - well, except when it comes to falling for dorks with sarcastic approaches on life << I don't remember the first thing I decided about her, actually, it's been a while. Probably something related to her strength.

Hawke

Just like Ela, he happened very randomly. I remember approaching the game superficially in the first run, like, picking just the diplomatic options and having a mediocre time throughout the story by deciding for the "best" decisions and romancing the "wrong" character. But then I remember @underneathestars mentioned that the humorous personality was super fun and I was like "oh, so I can play as the town's fool! amazing!". Plus, another friend told me that Fenris was the best romance so I was like "yeah, why not, better than [other character]" All the right calls were made and Kerry was such a fun character to play and mentally accessorize! The first thing I decided about him was that he's just Some Dude. No particular skillset, just a big heart and a tendency to put himself in danger because of it.

Ankh

Another child of a second or third or fourth (can't remember) playthrough. I remember wanting a really fun character to engage the environment with but this time with actual competences and that is really doing her best, and more. With her, I fell in love with the game and the franchise in general. The first thing I decided about her was that everything she accomplished, she had to work for it. She isn't afraid of failure, because failure is the first thing she experiences in life and she knows how to take the best tools from it to succeed another day.

🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?

Elanor

Coming from nobility, she has tasted many varieties of cake so she could develop preferences - and be picky about it << I would say something creamy and voluptuous, like those cakes with flavored custard and layers of puff pastry sheets, with fancy fruit on top. She's a fan of delicate scents and flavors when it comes to pastry, but it has to be decadent or else she prefers not to engage.

Hawke

He could eat any cake, really. However, his favorite is a classic: jam tart (onion and fig being his preferred choices for filling).

Ankh

She's lactose and gluten intolerant, plus she can't digest fermented aliments, so her options are very limited when it comes to eating - whenever she doesn't cut them herself because of her eating disorder. Rather than cake she's fond of small pastry. One of the best things she has ever eaten was the thedosian cousin of a cannolo, with fresh ricotta cheese, chocolate chips, and orange slices - she fell super sick after that but, eh, can't really blame her for making such a bad decision.

🚆TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?

Since the implications of the whole thing are quite complex, I'm going with the regular version (source wikipedia):

"There is a runaway trolley barreling down the railway tracks. Ahead, on the tracks, there are five people tied up and unable to move. The trolley is headed straight for them. You are standing some distance off in the train yard, next to a lever. If you pull this lever, the trolley will switch to a different set of tracks. However, you notice that there is one person on the side track. You have two (and only two) options:

Do nothing, in which case the trolley will kill the five people on the main track.

Pull the lever, diverting the trolley onto the side track where it will kill one person.

Which is the more ethical option? Or, more simply: What is the right thing to do?"

Elanor

The right thing to do, for her, would be diverting the trolley to kill one person. Hopefully it's Darkspawn

Hawke

Same as Elanor, but he'd make sure to identify the person and take care of their family afterwards

Ankh

Among the three, she's the one that thinks about it for a while before providing an answer. Would make the trolley explode, if the distance is enough to support the idea. Hypotetically, all of the people will be harmed by the explosion but nobody - except her maybe - would die. If the distance isn't enough to plan a thing, she'd do the same as the others. Her first instinct would be looking for a third option tho.

(These are not really "it's none of my business" characters lmao)

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