#I got a chocolate fudge sundae

[sturnioz]

fratboy!chris has no reason to hang out with girls if there's no fucking involved — but it's a little different with shy!reader.

the subway car is fairly quiet, the faint hum of the train along the tracks the only sound breaking the stillness. a few strangers occupy random seats, each absorbed in their own world — some listen to music through plugged-on earphones and bluetooth headphones, some are busy reading their books, turning their pages softly, and others have surrendered to their tiredness, their eyes closed, heads leaning against the cool metal poles or the windows.

you're sitting on one of the wall seats beside chris, your anxiety bubbling beneath the surface as your teeth gnaw on your bottom lip, a nervous habit. your leg bounces restlessly, tapping against the hard floor as you glance up at the digital clock on the train's schedule, the late hour staring back at you.

now, you don't have a curfew at all — but you've always been mindful of getting home at a reasonable hour to avoid worrying your parents, and with your phone dead and unable to call them about your whereabouts, a wave of unease washes over you at the thought of getting into some sort of trouble.

chris is calm and relaxed beside you, his legs comfortably spread, knee bumping against yours as the train ways. his head rests back on the wall, eyes closed, while he chews on a stick of a lollipop that he devoured minutes ago, the muscles in his jaw twitch with each chew.

spending the entire day together was a little odd. you were originally heading to the city alone (after mustering up the courage when your friends had told you they all had plans) and you had bumped into chris on the way into the station. he was straightforward with his questioning, wondering why someone as shy as you would go to the big city alone, before announcing that he was coming with you.

the two of you spent the day walking the busy streets of the city, going into your favourite little thrift stores — which you felt embarrassed with when chris followed you inside instead of heading to a different store, making small comments under his breath and snorting at the little trinkets he came across. when he had led you towards the large stores, the price tags that made you squirm, you trailed behind like a little puppy, feeling out of place.

and when you went to go eat, that's when time had seemed to go by so quickly. you were enjoying yourself in the markets, eating delicious foods at stalls that left your stomach full — although you definitely made some room when chris brought you to one of his favourite dessert stalls, sharing a chocolate fudge and cherry sundae.

"will you fuckin' stop, kid?" chris grumbles suddenly, interrupting you from your memories of today, and your eyes flit to him. his hand lands firmly on your knee to stop your restless bouncing. "you're pissin' me the fuck off with your thumpin'... like a fuckin' rabbit, jesus christ."

"sorry." you whisper an apology, warmth riding to your cheeks as you try to steady your nerves, but it only spikes when you realise chris' hand remains on your knee.

"you need to relax, a'ight? because you on edge right now is.. well, it's makin' me all fidgety 'n shit. just relax... breathe," he tells you as he shifts, his head rolling to the side to meet your gaze, his eyebrows scrunched. "seriously, kid, what's got you all jumpy? huh?"

"it's late," you murmur quietly, glancing at the digital clock once again.

"late?" chris echoes, the corner of his lips twitching in amusement. "what? don't tell me that you got a curfew or some shit?"

"no, no," you shake your head. "it's just that... i always make it home at a certain time so my parents don't have to worry about me, and not only did i go into the city today, but my phone is dead too. i'm really worried that they've been trying to call me and—"

"okay, okay, okay," chris interrupts your rambling, a huff escaping his lips as he shifts his hips, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. "you know your parents' number, yeah? jus' call from my phone, kid. tell 'em you got busy and your phone died — it's easy."

you nod slowly, taking a much more relaxed breath as you accept his phone to do just that. chris scoffs quietly, resuming his chewing on the lollipop stick while squeezing your knee, before slumping his head down nonchalantly on your shoulder, listening as you speak to your parents — completely unaware of you trying to keep your voice steady and ignoring the flurry of butterflies through your stomach at the close proximity.

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[munsster]

best friends kiss

A/N: i LOVE oblivious pining/ yearning trope, see me running it into the ground for the next month give or take

Pairings: Best Friend!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: What’s a heartfelt makeout sesh between good friends? 1.0k words

Warnings: best friends to? lovers, established friendship, fluff, kissing!, denial of romance, obliviousness to the point of frustration, insecurity surrounding relationships, reader uses she/her pronouns otherwise character descriptions are gender neutral, reference to canon

“So… are you two dating?”

Perched side by side, legs intertwined, fingers locked, foreheads nearly touching as giggles pass through the limited space. You’ve got your hand wound into the hair at the back of his head, and his fingertips are digging into your soft and denim-clad thigh like he knows you that well. That intimately.

It’s movie night, and Mike Wheeler doesn’t understand how distinct the line between friends and lovers should be.

You look at each other like the question was outrageously offensive. Like even the thought is abhorrent. Yuck and gross and more laughter as you both vehemently deny any sentiment of the sort.

“Not even close, Wheeler.” His hand is on your thigh.

“It’s too hard to explain best-friendship to youngins these days.” He looks at you with a glimmer in his eye, and you push your fingers through his hair to his neck.

Just an hour before, chocolate fudge had melted down the side of your sundae bowl, coating your fingers in sticky-sweet sludge. Steve had noticed almost immediately—the two of you had been sharing a serving—and seized the cup from your hands, lifting your fingers to his mouth so he could lick the topping from your hot skin.

Everyone was ogling at the two of you. This again.

“Thanks, stud,” you had teased.

“Anything for my darling sweetums.”

A loud snort and a half-cackle later and you two were back to silently sharing a spoon and inching closer beneath your sherpa blanket.

And it wouldn’t be half as weird or awkward in your head if, back at your shared apartment, it wasn’t all silence and shy glances. Back at your shared apartment, there’s no sharing spoons or blankets or handholding or giggling. There is space between your seating arrangements, and your schedules are offset to avoid unwarranted eye contact. It’s awkwardly domestic like there’s something to be nervous about. Something unconfronted and unconfrontable.

Not like it’s ever been uncomfortable. No, the snack bowl is a safe divider for solo movie nights and there’s a diner down the road where the two of you opt to eat in silence and split the check. The silence is welcomed, of course, but different. Different from the hustle and bustle of the high school rascals and Family Video and house parties. Different and, at times, swell.

“Stevie…”

You coo it, and he glances over at you with a mouth full of popcorn, drunk on the gentle way you manage to command his attention like that. The light of the TV drenches your cheek blue and white, and he smiles when you wriggle beneath your blanket.

“Mhm?” There’s popcorn grease painted across his mouth, and it makes you laugh. He rolls his eyes. “Well, would’ya mind helping me out a little?”

“If you insist,” you huff, pushing onto your knees, abandoning the large bowl to the side, one hand firm on his shoulder, the other gripping his jaw. You lean in, and his heart stops when your tongue pokes out against his cupid’s bow. His eyes go wide when you pull back enough to realize what you’ve done.

But he’s already got his fist in the collar of your tee, tugging you into his space once more, mouths open and clobbering for a long-awaited kiss. Or kisses with the way your bodies hold each other closer.

Well, not as long-awaited as legend would have it; the two of you have kissed many times before. On the cheek, on the hand, on the forehead, Hell, even on the mouth. But this time, it’s more than a ‘hello’ or a new year’s eve, it’s without reason and without rhyme in your shared living room on your shared couch with the lights low and nobody but the two of you to bear witness. To breathlessness and close-contact that goes no further than a few needy kisses on a Thursday night.

The half heart necklace that dangles around your neck magnetizes to the matching one he wears. It’s from a theme park gift shop about two hours out of the way of Hawkins and it’ll crumble if you tug it hard enough, but you both convince yourselves it’s better that way. The kids don’t understand your interactions, and they’re in a constantly inconsistent state of ‘why’ and ‘ew’ and curiosity and waiting for something normal to happen. Something less platonic and more tangible, maybe.

Because Steve is treating you like a girlfriend. Not only that, but he’s doing a damn good job at it. He surprises you with hand-picked dandelions and buys drinks for you and gives you discounts and drives you everywhere.

But he’ll deny it.

“Nah, I’d be no good at it”—the whole ‘boyfriend’ thing—“I’ve tried it. I think I was made for the friendzone.”

And as delightful it may be to imagine, you’ll find it unnecessary.

“We’re just good friends. We already do most of the couply stuff, so why try and put a label on it?”

Dustin felt so out of the loop at one point, he decided to conduct his own mock-interview. Set up a stolen borrowed camera from the audio-visual room and hung a sheet up behind his desk chair to act as a backdrop. You had laughed when he called Mr. Steven Harrington into the studio.

“Do I love her?” Steve had laughed and gone a little pink at Dustin’s third question, the first and second being on the subject of favorite colors and ideal first dates. “‘Course, I do. We’re best friends, aren’t we?”

“Aw, c’mon, do I love him? What is this, preschool?” It had made your heart flutter in a moment of unexpected vulnerability. “We’re mature adults, we obviously love each other.”

Would you ever date each other?

“…”

“…”

“Hadn’t thought about it.”

“Hmm, that’s a hard question.”

But Steve still thinks about the way you pressed your tongue to his upper lip, and you still think about the way he looked at you when you pulled away.



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[roosterforme]

A Love You Don't Find Everyday Part 25 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Leaving Hawaii and returning to work ended up being a lot harder than you anticipated. When Bradley told you he wanted to stay in the honeymoon phase with you forever, you decided to make that your new goal. 

Warnings: Fluff, angst, smut, and swearing

Length: 5000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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"It's our last day in Hawaii. If we want to eat ice cream for dinner, then we're eating ice cream for dinner." You closed the room service menu and dared Bradley to disagree with you. 

"You're so smart. No sense in arguing with the best idea you've ever had," he told you, taking the menu from your hand and reaching for the phone. You watched him with a smug gaze as he ordered two large ice cream sundaes and a bucket of ice. 

"We have one bottle of pink champagne left," you told him, pulling him back onto the bed. 

"That's what the ice bucket is for. I thought we could finish our ice cream dinner, maybe take a little walk on the beach, and then come back here for the champagne."

Your little moans were so pretty, Bradley ended up on top of you, trying to coax all the sounds out of you. And then the knock on the door a few minutes later, right when he was about to put his dick inside you, had him growling. 

But you were all smiles. "Let's have some ice cream and then pick it up right there," you said, running your hand along his hard cock as it hung out of the front of his shorts. You climbed out of bed, grabbed one of his favorite Hawaiian print shirts and buttoned exactly one button before strolling to the door with a bare ass and pussy.

He heard you thank whomever probably got an eyeful of you before you returned with a cart of ice cream and a silver ice bucket. "Dinnertime," you told him, carrying two huge bowls outside to the back deck. 

"Come over here," he coaxed, heading toward the deck railing where there was a nice view of the water. "We can watch the sunset with the partition open."

You set both bowls on the railing and took a bite of vanilla ice cream, hot fudge and some whipped cream. "It's so good," you told him, taking a bigger bite while he dug into his as well. 

"Why don't we ever eat ice cream for dinner at home?" he asked, scooping some whipped cream onto his finger and holding it out for you. Bradley watched as you parted your lips for him and sucked his finger clean. 

"Because we would end up naked, covered in ice cream every single time," you replied, and then your eyes lit up. You peeled Bradley's tee shirt up over his abs, and he smirked as you yanked it all the way off. "No harm in doing that here though," you whispered, dipping your finger into some chocolate sauce and feeding it to Bradley before you kissed him.

Then your chocolatey fingers found their way into his chest hair, and soon you were licking and sucking on him until he was once again rock hard for you. Each dip of your spoon into your rapidly melting ice cream ended with your tongue licking the cold mess from his body. You paid special attention to his tattoo, rubbing your lips and tongue along his bicep.

"My turn," he growled, pinning you back against the railing and enjoying the view of your barely concealed tits inside his shirt. "So pretty," he told you, kissing the valley between your breasts as you bit your lip. Then he spread some whipped cream with his thumb. "Even prettier," he added, and your giggle was only silenced when he shoved his thumb between your lips and you carefully licked him clean. 

"Do it again," you told him, tipping your head back and rubbing his calf with your bare foot. Bradley covered your neck with chocolate sauce and ice cream, enjoying the sweet flavor mixed with the taste of you. "That feels so good," you hissed as his lips and tongue soothed away the cold from the ice cream. 

Soon you were whining loudly for him, and nearly all of the ice cream was gone. "What about right here?" he asked, pressing his lips just below your ear while teasing your clit with his fingers. "I wonder how sweet you'd taste with some ice cream?"

You bucked against his fingers and said, "Let's find out." Bradley watched you scrape the last of the ice cream onto one of the spoons and feed it to him as he knelt in front of you. He licked the spoon clean, keeping the ice cream on his tongue, and then he licked your slit all the way up to your clit.

The nonsensical babbling was almost enough to make Bradley laugh as you gasped, "Cold! Oh, god, Roo, the stubble." He licked away the ice cream and ate your pussy until you were getting loud. "Fuck me!" you told him. "Fuck me, now!"

He was back on his feet, ready to do anything you wanted, and then you turned your back to him. Bradley watched as you yanked his shirt up above your ass and started to grind back against his cock. "You want it bad, don't you?" he whispered, undoing his shorts with one hand. "You're filthy. In every way."

"I need it," you whined, and Bradley kissed along the sticky remains of chocolate sauce on your necklace chain while he reached around your waist and teased your clit.

"My filthy wife," he grunted, palming his cock and pressing his front to your back to get you to bend a little more for him. "Get ready for me."

You just bounced your gorgeous ass back against him until he was sliding inside you. And then your neck lulled to the side as he fucked you slow and steady. "I'm always gonna give you what you want. Take care of every single thing, Baby Girl. Fuck you just the way you like."

Bradley placed his palm against your clit, and with each thrust, he let you rub yourself there. You had your hands braced on the deck railing as you shivered. He could feel you squeezing around him already. "You're close?" he asked. 

"Yeah," you whispered. "I'm already close. You feel so good."

So he eased his hand up to your belly, stroking your skin with his fingertips and thinking about getting you pregnant. And then he was afraid he was getting close, too.

"Bradley!" you whined. "Go a little harder!"

Bradley did as he was told, and then he heard something hit the stone walkway on the other side of the open partition while you whined for him. 

And Bradley locked eyes with one of the gardeners. He was wearing a resort staff shirt, frozen in place, watching you get fucked up against the railing.

"Roo, hit me harder with that big dick!" Bradley started to positively rail you, making you get even louder for him. Like he was trying to prove some depraved point to this man who seemed to be unable to look away. 

"So good!" you chanted, your tits straining against that single button as you let him go as hard as he could.

"Baby Girl." He kissed along your neck, releasing your right hip to guide your chin gently until you were looking toward the walkway as well. "We've got company."

"Oh!" you gasped. Bradley watched your shocked expression change to one of desire as you looked from the other man back over your shoulder to Bradley as he gripped you by your hips and went hard and fast. "That's really hot."

Bradley grunted, outrageously turned on right now as you glanced between the two men until you were cumming with your back arched. Bradley rammed his cock deep and held himself there, rubbing furious fingers along your clit until you were nearly screeching. 

And then the other man finally picked up his pruning shears and literally ran back into the foliage. You were slumped over the railing as Bradley fucked his cum into you until he couldn't even move. 

"He was watching us," you whispered. "Oh my god, Roo."

"What do you want me to do about it?" he asked, ready to chase after him if that's what you told him to do.

"Do about it?" you repeated. "Nothing. Well, I guess you can bring it up on occasion if you really want to wind me up."

He started laughing and gently pulled his cock from inside you. As his cum dripped softly onto the deck, you smiled at him. 

"Yeah, Sweetheart. I can do that." Then he collected you in his arms and held you so your chest was against his. "I can remind you about the time that guy watched us fucking, and then no doubt went home to jerk off while imagining that he was the one in my position. That he was the one railing your pretty pussy."

Your mouth was all over his as you rubbed yourself against him, and if that scenario made you this hot, he would have no problem reminding you about it.

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You and Bradley took another shower outside, and you laughed as he cleaned up the last bits of sticky ice cream from your skin.

"Do you think that guy saw my boobs?" you asked, and Bradley laughed too. 

"I hope not," he told you, meeting your eyes before kissing your forehead. "I trust my shirts, Baby Girl. That one had you in its protection. That button never failed you."

You laughed as you ran your soapy fingers along his shoulders. "I've never had anything like that happen before."

"Mile High Club. Involuntary exhibitionists. I think I put my thumb in your butt when we were drunk the other night?"

"You did," you confirmed, kissing his chin. And you hadn't been opposed to it one bit.

"Damn. This has been one hell of a honeymoon. I hate that we fly home tomorrow."

"Honeymoon sex just hits different," you told him as he rinsed your body off.

"Did you forget, Sweetheart? We live in the honeymoon phase now."

And it was on that note that you took Bradley to bed with the bottle of pink champagne and snuggled up in his arms. You passed the bottle back and forth and complained a little bit about returning home and going back to work.

"Do you know how infrequently I've had to think about Hangman or work?" Bradley groaned.

"Don't you miss Nat?" you asked with a laugh. "Don't you miss flying?"

Bradley was quiet for a beat. "I really miss Tramp. And I miss it when you cook dinner. And I want to see our wedding photos." 

"You're a very sweet man," you told him, setting the empty bottle on the nightstand. He pulled you down on top of him with his big hands on your hips. "I loved it here, but I'm ready to go home and settle into our new routine together."

"New routine? I don't think much is going to change," he whispered. 

You kissed him and rubbed your face along his stubble. "I guess you're right, Roo. It's just that everything feels brand new and exciting. And I never knew I could be this happy."

Bradley held you against him as he started to fall asleep. "I'll keep trying to make you happier and happier. It's my mission."

You dozed off as well, hoping your period wouldn't show up in a few days.

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"Five hundred dollars!" you gasped, reading the hotel receipt on the flight home. 

Bradley kept trying to take it away from you, but your grip on the paper was impressive. "It doesn't matter," he mumbled, just wanting you to relax next to him and maybe take a nap. "You're making the next mortgage payment, remember?"

But you held up the receipt and pointed out the charge to him. "But the price for the pink champagne is outlandish! That's a hundred bucks per bottle!"

Bradley tore the paper out of your hand and crumpled it up. "It's worth it, because you wanted it. And it made us happy. And I loved drinking it with you." 

You crossed your arms over your chest, and Bradley just waited for you to say something before he spoke again. "I'm making the mortgage payments for the even months. You're paying the mortgage for the odd months."

Bradley groaned softly and kissed you. "I wish you would stop getting me to agree to things while you're sucking my dick," he whispered. "It's not fair."

"Splitting the bills in half is fair. And opening a shared account is fair.

"You're right. It is fair. We picked out the house together, and it's ours, and we are married now."

You eyed him warily. "You're being agreeable."

Bradley sighed. "If contributing more to our bills will make you happy, then go right ahead, Sweetheart. Now take a nap with me."

You curled up next to him in your first class window seat and fell asleep while he rubbed your back. He was more concerned about saving money for babies and college right now, and he knew that it was going to take your income and his to cover everything. 

You were still sleeping when the plane touched down, and Bradley turned his phone on to text Jake. "Are we home?" you asked, rubbing your eyes and knocking your glasses askew. "Can we go pick Tramp up tonight?"

Bradley kissed your forehead. "It's kind of late, Baby Girl. I don't mind bugging Jake right now, but Amelia has school tomorrow. What if I text Mav and pick Tramp up early tomorrow morning before work?"

"Okay," you agreed, stretching your arms over your head. "I don't even want to go back to work tomorrow," you mumbled, looking out the window at all the runway lights blinking in the darkness. "I just want to stay in bed with you all day."

Bradley reached for your left hand and kissed your ring finger. "We can eat lunch together tomorrow? Unless I'm in the air. Maybe a quickie in your office?" he suggested with a smile, and you grinned at him over your shoulder.

"Doubtful, Roo. I have that new hire starting, so I'll probably be with her the entire day."

He just grunted. "We can make up for it tomorrow night. After work."

Once Bradley had deplaned with your fingers laced through his, he took you to collect your suitcase full of all the lingerie you wore for him. He managed to acquire another PRIORITY tag for it in Honolulu, which you were apparently still laughing about now as he collected it from the carousel. 

"What?" he asked innocently. "If this didn't make it home, I'd be in tears." He grabbed the other two pieces of luggage and followed you and the lingerie suitcase out to the curb.

"Me too," you whispered, kissing his cheek as Jake pulled up. "There are a few things in here I didn't even get to wear for you yet."

"Are you serious?" Bradley asked, wondering if it was too late tonight to get you to wear one before bedtime.

But you were already wrapped up in Jake's arms, telling him how pretty the resort was and how much fun you'd had. 

"Nice tan, Rooster," Jake commented as Bradley loaded the luggage into the back. "Angel looks exhausted, so you must have done a good job."

Bradley snorted while you smacked Jake's chest, hard. But all three of you were laughing. "If anything, I wore him out."

Jake groaned. "I don't need to know any details."

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You had been whining so much about work, that now you were amping it up on purpose. "But nobody will let me wear a bathing suit or drink champagne at work," you groaned as you climbed out of the shower with Bradley behind you. It was late, and you really needed to get to bed. You should have taken another day off between the honeymoon and returning to work.

"It's really a sin," he agreed solemnly. "Good thing you look just as good in khaki as you do in a tiny scrap of red fabric."

You bit your lip as Bradley put toothpaste on his toothbrush. "And nobody will be there to watch us eat ice cream and fuck," you moaned.

His eyes met yours in the mirror. "I'm pretty sure that was a once in a lifetime development, Baby Girl."

You shrugged and said, "I didn't hate it," before you brushed your own teeth.

Bradley carried you to the bedroom. "Your sex in public kink has started to run rampant. Will I even be able to get you going in a bed anymore?"

You kissed him as he pulled out his UVA tee shirt for you to wear. "You could get me going anywhere, Roo."

He eyed you up and down and sighed. "But not tonight. It's midnight, and I have to get Tramp at seven."

"Not tonight," you agreed, and you curled up on his chest and fell asleep. 

You were jolted awake by Bradley's alarm going off at six. You rolled away from him and tried to hide under your pillow. But the room was starting to get lighter, and he was so loud when he got ready for work, you just gave up. "Do you want breakfast?" you asked him, shuffling into the kitchen to make eggs and coffee. You groaned; you just spent ten days eating room service and having expensive lattes in the restaurants at the resort. "This is bullshit," you muttered, messing with your French press and looking inside the nearly empty refrigerator. 

A minute later, Bradley was dumping cereal into his mouth while you ate the last egg, and he filled a travel mug with coffee. "I'll go get Tramp and bring him right back here, then I'm heading to base." He leaned in and kissed you. "In case I don't see you before you leave, I love you."

"Bye. Love you, too," you grunted, waving at him as he rushed out the door. You sipped your coffee in silence and looked at your work calendar on your phone. After about ten seconds, it felt too overwhelming, so you switched over to your personal calendar. And that's when you noticed that little asterisk on today's date. 

You took a few small steps back toward your bedroom before setting down your mug and rushing into the ensuite bathroom. You dug around under the sink, pretty sure you would find what you were looking for. And when your hand closed around the sealed box, you felt a little dizzy. 

Carefully, you stood up and opened the pregnancy test you never used back in July. You were being ridiculous. You knew you were. It had barely been one full cycle since you stopped taking birth control, and these things took time. But you went ahead and took the test anyway. You walked back out to the kitchen and tried to decide if you felt like you had period symptoms or not while you counted down the minutes until you could check the test. 

When you imagined how excited Bradley would be when he brought Tramp home and you showed him a positive test, you couldn't stop smiling. He would lose his mind. You'd both be late for work. You would have to find something to celebrate with other than champagne. 

Cautiously, you made your way back into the bathroom. The hopeful feeling in your chest was bubbling to the surface, and you nearly giggled until you saw the result. Negative. Not pregnant. You swallowed hard. It was still early. You could test again tomorrow. You dumped the box and the test into the trash.

But now you felt like crying, and you had to fight the urge to climb back into bed. Tears stung your eyes, and you took your glasses off, realizing you were only making things worse by rubbing them. But when you heard the front door open followed by the sound of Tramp's paws on the kitchen floor, you hiccupped with a sob. 

"I'm leaving again!" Bradley called out, and you thought you were safe in the bathroom by yourself. 

"Okay," you called lamely as Tramp came in to find you. But Bradley was there as well with a smile on his face.

"What's wrong?" he asked when he really looked at you, collecting you into his arms immediately. 

"Nothing," you promised, trying your best to look happier. "Just kind of dreading the rest of the day and the million emails waiting for me."

He looked at you a little skeptically, but nodded slowly. "You'll text me if you need something today? I can always try to stop by your building."

"Mmhmm," you hummed, and he kissed your forehead. "I need to get dressed. I'll see you later." Bradley let his hand linger on yours as you pulled away from him and headed for the bedroom closet. 

"I love you, Baby Girl," he told you, and now he was finally really leaving. 

And then you did cry. Because you were being ridiculous, and your pants felt too tight because you'd spent a week eating ice cream and drinking cocktails. It took you until you parked your car on base to realize that you were probably so emotional because it was the start of your period, and that made you want to cry more. "Get it together," you mumbled, scanning your badge to get inside the building. 

With a deep breath, you unlocked your office door and collected your computer before heading to the lab. As soon as you walked in, your boss eyed you carefully. "How was your time off, Lieutenant?" Bickle asked, and you held up your left hand for him to see. "Ah, I figured. Congratulations."

"Thank you, sir," you told him with a laugh. And then you turned to see Cat Coleman sitting in your favorite chair at your favorite spot on the counter, examining a piece of equipment that you had been working on before you got married last month. And when she turned to face you with her appraising gaze, you felt like crying all over again.

"Welcome to the team," you managed to say as you set your computer down. 

"Thank you," she said with a completely neutral tone. "I'm looking forward to getting started."

And then your boss called a team meeting, and you had to sit in one of the chairs that sucked. You just wanted to be back in Hawaii with Bradley. It had been beyond perfect. Just you and your husband who understood you and made you feel comfortable. What the hell was wrong with you?

You tried to pay attention to everything you had missed while you were away. And then you got Cat set up with some things to read and a few videos to watch, and you felt a little better knowing that Bickle trusted you to do so much for him at this point. But Cat was barely showing you any emotion, even when you tried to joke with her. And the negative pregnancy test was never far from your mind. 

"Angel!"

You turned to see Jake standing in the doorway holding a sandwich and a fruit cup, and you ran for him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You let your cheek rest on his chest while you took a deep breath.

"I'm having a horrible day," you whispered, and he rubbed his empty hand on your back as he stepped inside the room with you still hugging him. 

He chuckled as you let go of him. "I'm sure you are. You were just in Hawaii with your husband. Now you're at work. Rooster sent me with this, by the way. Mav is riding his ass today." He held up the food, and you took it knowing you needed to eat something today, regardless of the fact that your appetite was nonexistent. 

"Please give him my regards," you said, making Jake laugh harder as he turned toward Cat. You saw him pause, and then she looked up at him with her appraising eyes. 

"Jake, this is Cat Coleman. Cat, meet Jake Seresin." You opened the sandwich and took a bite as you watched Jake fumble through a handshake. You could tell he thought she was pretty; you already knew he would. 

"Pleasure," Cat replied before sitting down to read on her computer, and you had to guide Jake out to the hallway.

"Damn," he whispered. "She's new? She must be. I'd remember seeing her around."

"Fresh out of Maryland," you told him, thinking that had at one time applied to you as well. "She's a little tough to get to know, honestly. She's making my day a little more difficult."

"What did she do? Steal your chair or something dumb like that?" You gaped at him and shoved him toward the exit. 

"Don't you have something more important to do? Like waste taxpayer money on jet fuel surcharges?"

"Sure do, Angel. Catch you later."

You took another bite of your sandwich and went back into the lab, and Cat met your eyes. "I heard you just got married. Congratulations."

"Thanks," you replied with a small smile. "Just got back home from Hawaii yesterday."

"Your husband is in the Navy as well."

"Yeah, he's an aviator," you told her between bites. 

She nodded, her eyes shifting past you to the door before she turned toward her computer. "Well, he's handsome, and he seems very kind. That must be nice for you."

You paused for a moment, and then you inhaled while you laughed, and you started coughing. "No," you finally managed as she looked at you like perhaps she needed to intervene and help you breathe correctly. "That wasn't my husband!"

"Oh," she replied, looking a little embarrassed. 

"He's my friend!" you replied quickly. "He works with Bradley. My actual husband. And you're right, Jake is handsome and kind."

And then she turned away from you again.

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You and Bradley had only been home for a few days, and your mood had been all over the place. He thought that perhaps it was because you were adjusting to your work schedule once more, but even Jake seemed to notice you weren't quite yourself. At times it looked like you were on the verge of tears. And at one point you were very short with your parents on the phone. Other times you were extra physically affectionate with Bradley. 

But tonight, after dinner, when he asked if you wanted to join him in the bathtub with a few beers, you just shook your head. "My period started today, and I'm not feeling great. Raincheck?"

"Of course. Anything you want."

And instead he ended up sitting on the living room floor with you, adding your wedding photos to the collage that hung above the piano. Each picture had turned out better than Bradley could have imagined. You were radiant in every single photo. You were smiling so much that it felt like someone was stepping on his chest when he realized you looked like that for him. You looked so perfect in every picture because that was the day you married Bradley. 

He pulled you onto his lap and held you tight to him and whispered against your ear. "I wish I could go back to our wedding day and experience it all over again."

You laughed softly. "That's sweet, Roo."

"I'm serious," he replied, kissing your ear and your hair. "I've never seen anything like you. I've never loved anyone like this. And you were so perfect that day, I can barely look at these photos without feeling like I'm going to fucking explode or something."

You pulled away from him, grinning and shaking your head. "I love you. You're the best husband I've ever had."

Bradley groaned as you laughed and peppered his face with kisses. Then you helped him rehang the frame. When you yawned for the third time in a row, Bradley scooped you up and carried you to the bedroom with Tramp at his heels. "You need to get a good night's sleep. You've been busy at work, and you have your period. Do you want your heating pad?" he asked, and when you nodded with a small frown, he tucked you into bed with a kiss. "Be right back."

He went to the bathroom closet to find it for you, and that's when his eyes caught on the boxes in the trash can. Mission forgotten, Bradley knelt down and pulled out two pregnancy tests, along with their boxes, and some tampon wrappers. He sank all the way to the floor, staring off into space as he connected the dots. You had taken pregnancy tests. You got your period. You'd had tears in your eyes when Bradley said the neighbors had cute grandkids. You had been sometimes clingy and sometimes distant with him over the past couple days. 

So you thought you could have been pregnant. But these were negative pregnancy tests. And you hadn't told him about it. You hadn't told him anything. You'd been on the verge of tears for a reason, and you kept him in the dark. 

Bradley put the tests back in the trash can and jumped to his feet. Maybe you needed a reminder that you never had to feel isolated now. He was your husband. But when he was about to call your name, he found you sound asleep, your glasses crooked on your face. 

He sighed and planted his hands on his hips and really looked at you. There was nothing you could do that would disappoint him. And the two of you had time. He kissed your forehead and gently removed your glasses, folding them up on your nightstand. 

Then he got undressed and slipped into bed behind you. His perfect wife.

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I am emotional! The end of another Roo and Baby Girl series! Thanks for reading this far, and please stay tuned for some one-shots and hopefully more B&BG after that! I'll update my masterlist soon! Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls. And I'm also including this beautiful mood board that @thedroneranger made for this fic! Thank you, Jay!

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[idontplaytrack]

well the little reader x gina fic was amazing, wouldn't expect anything else from it. Do you think we could get a little more of them? Pretty please?

Pretty like…

Regina George x fem! reader

Warnings: age regression, fluff

Cozy fall day with Regina 🧡

The usual green leaves have turned into crisp shades of orange and browns, the air's turned chilly, the people were bundled up in thicker layers and comfy outfits. The fall atmosphere always felt like the epitome of comfort to you, and you loved that.

Regina was typically a little grouchy because the weather wasn't particularly good for her back, but doesn't really complain seeing that you were so happy, obviously.

You had no classes today, but Regina did. She had a lecture from nine in the morning to noon while you only woke up at 10:30 so you didn't have to kill a lot of time before Regina came by. Since you were home alone, you were more relaxed because there was no one around to ask you what you were up to.

You were dozing off when you heard the front door open, and some swift steps walking up the stairs.

Because of that, you jolted awake, blinking profusely. Then someone knocked on your bedroom door. "Hey, it's me. Can I come in?"

"Yeah." You answered. The door opens up slowly a second later. "Hi, baby." She grins, "How you doin'?"

You rolled over onto your stomach, face smushed into the mattress. "I take it that means you're sleepy." She laughs, sitting down on your bed.

"No." You answered with a pout. She rubs your back, "C'mon, you can sleep if you want to, baby. That’s okay. Turn around.”

“Uh-uh.” You continued.

“Look at me, baby.” Regina nudged, “I don’t want you to face downwards.”

Slowly, you did as she told you to. “Hey, you.” Regina tickled your stomach, making you giggle. “Can I have a kiss?”

You nodded, puckering your lips as she leaned down to peck your lips.

“Should we get something to eat?” She asks, eyes locked in with yours. 

“Yes.” You agreed.

“Should we…go out?” 

You nodded excitedly, making her smile. “What do you want?” 

“Fries?” You asked.

“Okay, let’s go for some fries.” She helped you up and got you appropriately dressed for the chilly weather outside before you both got in her car. “Stay seated, okay?” She says while buckling you in. “Promise.” You nodded firmly. “Good.” Regina replied then started driving. Eventually, you both wound up in a quiet little diner a little ways away from where you both lived. You don’t remember this place. 

“Okay, here we are.” Regina declared while parking in the lot. “Best fries in Evanston. And they have really yummy ice cream.” 

“Ooh, I want ice cream toooo.” 

“We’ll be getting some, after lunch.” 

“Alright.” You sulked.

“Hey, I promise, baby.” She laughs. You do the same while she unbuckles your seatbelt. “Let’s go have some food.”

She took your hand and led you to the diner. Quickly, you were both seated in a both and looking through the menu. Well…she was looking through the menu, you were drawing on the paper laid on the table with crayons. “We’ll be getting fries. But do you want grilled cheese?” She asks, “Or pancakes?” 

“Pancakes.” You decided, eyes focused on your drawing. “Sure.” Regina nodded, “With chocolate chips or sprinkles?”

You gasped softly, “I want sprinkles. Please?”

“Absolutely.” She couldn’t help but allow her lips to tug into a little bit of a smile. Then, she ordered the food before joining you in the doodling. “Aw, that’s cute.” She pointed out, “The puppy has a hat.”

You chuckled over your words, “He does.” 

After a leisurely lunch, you and Regina split a hot fudge sundae before going on the road again. Unbeknownst to you, Regina rips off the part of the paper with your drawing of the puppy with a hat. She wanted to keep that. “Alright, now…let’s go have a little bit of fun.”

“Where we going?”

“We are going to a corn maze, then going home to make some s’mores.”

“Okay.” You answered, still giggly. Regina has noticed this after taking care of you for a while now, she secretly loves it. The corn maze was really just an excuse for her to keep holding onto your hand and keeping you close. Not that it was going to be scary, but…she was just truly taking advantage of your clinginess when regressed to show you some more physical affection— freely. You dozed off briefly. The weather was very nice and made it extremely easy for you to sleep. When you woke up, Regina was parking the car again. “Hi, sleepyhead. We’re here.” She lets out an exhale in amusement, “C’mon.” You followed her lead, though you’d really like to be curled up in her lap for a nap right about now, but you pushed through and focused on the activity in front of you. “Do you want something to drink?”

You nodded, mumbling in agreement while you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. Regina bought an apple cider on the way to the corn maze for you both to share. You just clung onto her arm, somewhat leaning onto her while you walked. “Here.” She held the bottle for you, the straw by your lips, “Apple cider.”

You took a sip and your face scrunched up feeling the carbonation of the beverage. Regina was obviously amused and laughed, “You okay?”

Well, that woke you up.

“Yeah.” You confirmed, going in for another sip. Regina could actually get through the maze in a breeze but she took her time with it, and even took some photos of you, then some with you. “Since we’re here…and there’s a bunch of trees around, you wanna jump in some leaves?”

————

Admittedly, she never thought she’d be where she was today, especially in a role like this one, caring for you in this way. But, she loved you dearly. After some weeks, Regina had processed it all, read up more on age regression and even talked to you about it. If anyone was going to keep you safe and make you feel loved it was going to be her. Regina admires the guts it took for you to open up to her, and her heart was happy by how much you trusted her. Now that things were how they were, she wouldn’t want them any other way. You were doing so much better being able to heal and reclaim a part of your childhood that you had lost. 

“Reggie!” You gasped, tugging on her arm.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can we get that?” You pointed to one of the stalls selling a snack.

“Sure.” She said yes instantly, then got you the candy apple you asked for. You shared that with her of course, while sitting under a tree. “Look here, baby.” She taps your thigh to get your attention. You turned your head, but weren't paying much attention to her or what she was doing. She was taking photos of you, actually, But you couldn’t care less and just enjoyed the sweet treat. She laughs heartily, brushing the hair out of your face, “Is it good?”

“Mhm.” You beamed. 

“Can I have some?”

You held it out for her to take a bite out of, “Ooh, yum.”

“Thank you.” You told her, still chuckling just slightly. “I really gotta be careful with how much sugar you eat.” She jokes, “Can’t stop giggling, can you, sweetie?”

“No.” You replied, pursing your lips together. 

“You’re so cute.” She pinches your cheek, sneaking a bigger bite of the candy apple.

You noticed that though, “Aw.”

“We’re making s’mores tonight.” She reminded you, “But now I’m thinking maybe not.”

You pouted, “Okay.”

“But tomorrow…we could.” Regina continues.

She finished up the candy apple for you then the drive home began. Regina let you play with some games on her phone in the meantime while you quite literally talked her ear off. She stayed very engaged with you in the conversation though— there wasn’t a single moment of silence from the start of the drive until she returned to her place. Regina decided on that herself, but knew you’d appreciate it not having to deal with any suspicion from either of your parents. 

Before you knew it, dinner was finished and you were already getting ready for bed. No s’mores tonight, but Regina sure made up for it with the cuddles. “You sleepy yet?”

“No.” You shook your head, playing with her fingers. 

“No?” Regina gasped dramatically.

“Uh-uh.”

“Well, I’ll be right here holding you if you do fall asleep. In the meantime…did you have fun today?”

“Yup.” You let go of her hand, she rests it on your torso. 

“I’m glad you did.” She caresses your abdomen soothingly, “I had fun too.” She lays down with you upon your request. “Close your eyes, baby. Get some sleep, we have a pretty long day tomorrow.”

“Fine.” You grumbled, snuggling closer to her.

“Fine?” She repeated, you usually didn’t use this word with her when you regress. Regina smirked, “Learnt a new word?”

You simply kept quiet, face smushed against her chest while her fingers combed through your hair and scratched your scalp. “Really, though. I’m gonna need you to sleep soon.” You both had classes the next day, and she wanted you awake early enough so she was sure you were okay to go to class.

“Night night.” You murmured.

“Good night, baby.” 

“I luv you.” You mumbled. 

“I love you more.” She whispers, pressing a kiss to your head.

The day has been pretty, like a warm summer night with clear skies. Like Christmas lights twinkling all around town every winter, like colourful flowers and birds chirping in the spring…but fall, was Regina’s favourite. The warmth she feels from the colours of the leaves changing, despite the chill in the air setting in. It was her favourite because of you, the day she’s just had with you. It was picture perfect, exactly like she’d imagined. And she couldn’t wait for more of these with you. It was like she’s begun to see the world through a completely different lens and she loves it. Regina loves how she appreciates the little things, she loves how she’s been more present, she loves how she loves. You’ve changed her, and she wasn’t afraid. She was going all in with you and she couldn’t have been more sure of what she wants in her life. You.

[askchilchuck]

Hello father. Please may I get a

Big Mac

Quarter Pounder with Cheese

BLT Quarter Pounder

Bacon Habanero Ranch Quarter Pounder

Bacon & Cheese Quarter Pounder

Deluxe Quarter Pounder

Double Quarter Pounder with Cheese

Hamburger

Cheeseburger

Grilled Onion Cheddar Burger

Double Cheeseburger

McDouble

Daily Double

McRib

Premium McWrap Chicken & Bacon (Crispy)

Premium McWrap Chicken & Bacon (Grilled)

Premium McWrap Chicken & Ranch (Crispy)

Premium McWrap Chicken & Ranch (Grilled)

Premium McWrap Sweet Chili Chicken (Crispy)

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Chipotle BBQ Snack Wrap (Crispy)

Chipotle BBQ Snack Wrap (Grilled)

Honey Mustard Snack Wrap (Crispy)

Honey Mustard Snack Wrap (Grilled)

Ranch Snack Wrap (Crispy)

Ranch Snack Wrap (Grilled)

Mac Snack Wrap

Chicken & Fish

Chicken McNuggets

Premium Crispy Chicken Classic Sandwich

Premium Grilled Chicken Classic Sandwich

Premium Crispy Chicken Club Sandwich

Premium Grilled Chicken Club Sandwich

Premium Crispy Chicken Ranch BLT Sandwich

Premium Grilled Chicken Ranch BLT Sandwich

McChicken

Southern Style Crispy Chicken Sandwich

Filet-O-Fish

Premium Bacon Ranch Salad

Premium Bacon Ranch Salad with Crispy Chicken

Premium Bacon Ranch Salad with Grilled Chicken

Premium Caesar Salad

Premium Caesar Salad with Crispy Chicken

Premium Caesar Salad with Grilled Chicken

Premium Southwest Salad

Premium Southwest Salad with Crispy Chicken

Premium Southwest Salad with Grilled Chicken

Side Salad

Fruit & Maple Oatmeal

Egg McMuffin

Egg White Delight McMuffin

Sausage McMuffin

Sausage McMuffin with Egg

Steak, Egg & Cheese McMuffin

Bacon, Egg & Cheese Biscuit

Sausage Biscuit

Sausage Biscuit with Egg

Steak, Egg & Cheese Biscuit

Bacon, Egg & Cheese McGriddles

Sausage McGriddles

Sausage, Egg & Cheese McGriddles

Bacon, Egg & Cheese Bagel

Steak, Egg & Cheese Bagel

Big Breakfast

Big Breakfast with Hotcakes

Cinnamon Melts

Hotcakes

Hotcakes and Sausage

Southern Style Chicken Biscuit

Sausage Burrito

Hash Browns

World Famous Fries

Apple Slices

Fruit 'N Yogurt Parfait

Premium Roast Coffee

McCafé Latte

McCafé Mocha

McCafé Caramel Mocha

McCafé Hot Chocolate

Premium Roast Iced Coffee

McCafé Iced Mocha

McCafé Iced Caramel Mocha

McCafé Frappé Mocha

McCafé Frappé Caramel

McCafé Frappé Chocolate Chip

McCafé Blueberry Pomegranate Smoothie

McCafé Strawberry Banana Smoothie

McCafé Mango Pineapple Smoothie

McCafé Frozen Strawberry Lemonade

McCafé Cherry Berry Chiller

McCafé Vanilla Shake

McCafé Chocolate Shake

McCafé Strawberry Shake

McCafé Dulce de Leche Shake

Vanilla Cone

Kiddie Cone

Hot Fudge Sundae

Hot Caramel Sundae

Strawberry Sundae

McFlurry with M&M's®

McFlurry with OREO® Cookies

Baked Apple Pie

Soft Baked Chocolate Chip Cookie

Soft Baked Oatmeal Raisin Cookie

From McDonald's

PLEASEEE 🥺

sorry for the long long long ask

That much food isn’t good for you. Besides, most of that would go to waste once you get full. You can have one meal, and one dessert. Anything more and you’re paying for it, got it?

[maxwhathappened]

Sundae Request Menu

This is my ice cream request menu! Make your own sundae in my inbox as a request. I won’t generally take requests outside of this format, but you’re welcome to try.

When you place your order please:

Specify which driver the order is for

Limit yourself to 1 Dish, 1 Drink, 3 flavors and 4 toppings, though you are free to do less than those.

Make sure to clearly specify what is a flavor and what is a topping as some names are the same.

I got this idea from @tpwk-formula1 , be sure to check out their blog as well.

Thank you for your order!

Dish

Cup - smut

Regular Cone - fluff

Waffle Cone - angst

Flavors

Apple Pie - “I want forever with you.”

Banana - “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Bittersweet Chocolate - “You’re the only one I want.”

Black Cherry - “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

Bubblegum - “Do you still want me?”

Butter Pecan - “I can’t imagine my life without you.”

Butterscotch - “I never stopped loving you.”

Cake Batter - “Please let me love you.”

Cheesecake - “Don’t you get it? I love you!”

Cherry Almond - “Do you trust me?”

Cherry Chocolate - “I was worried about you.”

Cherry Vanilla - “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it for you.”

Chocolate - “Can you stay?”

Chocolate Almond - “Please don’t go.”

Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough - “Please. I can’t lose you.”

Chocolate Fudge - “I won’t let you go.”

Chocolate Soft Serve - “I’m not going to leave you.”

Chocolate Vanilla Swirl - “I love seeing you smile.”

Coconut - “You look amazing.”

Coffee - “You clean up nice.”

Cookies and Cream - “You’re so beautiful.”

Cotton Candy - “Oh no, baby. Please don’t cry.”

Dulce de Leche - “No, don’t cry. I hate it when you cry.”

Espresso - “Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

French Vanilla - “What can I do to earn your forgiveness?”

German Chocolate - “Is there anything I can do to make this better?”

Lemon Sherbert - “I’m sorry! How many times can I say it?”

Lemon Sorbet - “Get back in bed right this instant!”

Lime Sherbert - “You’re burning up. Just let me take care of you.”

Lime Sorbet - “I’ll take care of you, baby.”

Mango Sherbert - “I can’t believe you let him touch you.”

Maple Walnut - “I don’t want anyone else to touch you.”

Mint Chip - “You belong to me.”

Mocha - “Say it.”

Neapolitan - “I’m gonna mark you up for everyone to see.”

Orange Sherbert - “You like when I leave marks on you, don’t you?”

Peach - “You’re such a good girl.”

Peanut Butter Cup - “So good, so sweet, so perfect.”

Peppermint - “Be a good girl for daddy.”

Pineapple Sorbet - “You can be so good when you want to. Why aren’t you good all the time?”

Pistachio - “Don’t get greedy now. Be patient.”

Pistachio Almond - “A little needy?”

Praline - “Do what you’re told and you’ll get what you want.”

Rainbow Sherbert - “Just one more, baby. I just want one more.”

Raspberry Sorbet - “You can do one more for me, can’t you?”

Raspberry Swirl - “You’re such a brat.”

Rum Raisin - “Getting a little tired? Too bad.”

Rocky Road - “You’re such a little slut.”

Salted Caramel - “Fucked you dumb, didn’t I?”

Spumoni - “You are in so much trouble.”

Strawberry - “You’re gonna be sorry later.”

Strawberry Soft Serve - “You want me to fuck a baby into you?”

Toffee -“I’m gonna get you pregnant.”

Vanilla - “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

Vanilla Bean - “It’s too big.”

Vanilla Soft Serve - “You’re dripping, sweetheart.”

White Chocolate - “Oh fuck, do that again.”

Toppings

almonds - dom!driver

bananas - sub! driver

blueberries - switch! driver

brownies - soft dom! driver

Butterfingers - brat!reader

butterscotch syrup - sir! kink

Captain Crunch - daddy! kink

caramel - rough sex

cherries - slow/romantic sex

chocolate chips - jealousy

chocolate sprinkles - public sex

chocolate syrup - phone sex

coconut flakes - mirror sex

gummy bears - shower sex

hazelnuts - doggy

honey - mating press

jelly beans - riding

kit kats - overstimulation

Lucky Charms - edging

macadamia nuts - spitting

marshmallows - squirting

mint syrup - hair pulling

M&M’s - biting

nutella - choking

oreos - marking

peanuts - fisting

peanut butter cups - spanking

peanut butter syrup - cockwarming

peppermint patties - dirty talk

pralines - praise kink

pretzels - degradation kink

pistachios - somnophilia

raspberries - breeding kink

Rice Krispies - size kink

Snickers - ass play

sprinkles - toys

strawberries - bondage

strawberry syrup - mutual masturbation

walnuts - body worship

whipped cream - nipple play

white chocolate chips - dacryphilia

white chocolate syrup - aftercare

Drink

chocolate malt - established relationship

chocolate milkshake - friends to lovers

coke float - enemies to lovers

orange soda float - secret relationship

oreo milkshake - fake relationship

peanut butter milkshake - roommates

rootbeer float - exes

strawberry malt - coworkers

strawberry milkshake - best friend’s brother

vanilla milkshake - brother’s best friend

vanilla malt - strangers to lovers/meet cute

[missellaneousworks]

Excerpt from "Sundae Jack" - Fluff n' Smut SDJ Fic

Something is Wrong With Sunny Day Jack is a +18 ONLY community. Therefore, the content of this fic is NOT APPROPRIATE for anyone under 18+ and should not be engaging with it.

Very self-indulgent Ella (OC) x Sunny Day Jack fic. The full version can be found on AO3 HERE.

Below is just a taste before things get spicy~

Something is Wrong With Sunny Day Jack is a +18 ONLY series. MINORS DNI.

~

Oh yeah.  It had been that kind of a week for Ella.

The tub of ice cream landed on the counter with an unceremonious clunk, followed by the rest of the ice cream fixings.  Strawberries, bananas, chocolate fudge syrup, and whipped cream.  After a whole week of work, paying bills, having her hot water shut off for two days due to a water main breaking…. She needed to treat herself.  So after a horrible week, Ella went to the store with a little extra cash she had left over and got herself the full sundae spread!

Jack’s head poked out of the bedroom as he was finishing up folding laundry.  “Welcome back, Sunshine!  Whatcha got there?”

“My salvation,” Ella remarked with satisfaction. “I decided to take some of your advice about treating myself after a rough week.”

In the not-too-far past, Ella would usually turn to a nice bottle of wine and a bubble bath to relax and unwind. But while walking down the frozen dessert section in the grocery store earlier, she found a brand of ice cream she hadn’t seen in years. Normally, she would sadly pass by before she could change her mind, but today of all days she figured why not?�� Besides, Jack would probably appreciate a little sweet treat, too!

“Anything I can do to help?” Jack’s ever-cheerful voice inquired helpfully. 

“Actually, yeah! Can you slice up the strawberries and a banana?”

After retrieving the cutting board and knife, Jack began to cut the fruit into thin, even pieces, humming a melody that Ella didn’t quite recognize, but was sure she heard it before.  “You know, most people get cherries with their sundaes.  I like the fact that you bought strawberries, though!”

“Eh heh, yeah… cherries remind me too much like cough syrup.  I know they’re already cherry flavored, but still… I like strawberries more.”

“Blueberries are also great!”

“No kidding, Mr. Blue-Haired-Clown-Sir.”  Ella teased back.

“Pfft, okay, okay, that one was obvious.”

“A little,” Ella giggled.  As she removed the ice cream tub’s lid and began to scoop the into the bowl.  “You know, I’m also a fan of peaches and nectarines.”                                                        

“Those sound tasty!  Maybe we can buy some next time.  Can never have to much fruit for your diet.”

“Not unless they go bad because I don’t eat them in time.”

“That's what you have me, here for, Sunshine,” Jack said triumphantly as he finished cutting the fruit, quickly washing the knife and setting it into the sink drainer.   

“…to eat the fruits I don’t like?” Ella innocently blinked up a Jack, leaning into his side slightly.

Jack chuckled and shook his head.  “No, silly.  To make sure you stay happy and healthy!  So we can keep having ice cream dates together~”

“Hmmm!  A fine point, Mr. Sunny Day.”

“You know what they say, an apple a day keeps the doctor away!  So it’s important to keep you in pear-fect health!”

The silence was incredibly loud as Ella slowly, deliberately turned towards Jack.  “…honey.  May I remind I am armed?  With an ice cream scooper?!”

Jack didn’t even attempt to hold back his laughter.  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I can’t help it.  I just think you’re one in a melon.”

“I know where you sleep.”

“I should hope so,” now the clown was turning the tables again on Ella, his voice lowering an octave as he came up behind Ella and wrapped his arms around her waist.  “It’s right next to you, after all.”

A pleasurable shiver ran up Ella’s spine as she felt Jack’s breath across the back of her neck and shoulder.  Subconsciously leaning back onto Jack’s body, Ella almost forgot about the ice cream sundae, at least until she accidently knocked over the open jar of chocolate syrup and got all over the counter. 

“Ah, shit!”

“Whoops!”  Jack blinked at the mess, a slightly disappointed grimace across his face.  However, it didn’t stop him from getting a moist paper towel and dabbing the mess.  “I got it, Sunshine, don’t worry!”

“Guess your flirt was too hot for this hot fudge to handle.”

That earned her another chuckle from her lover.  “Want to cool down with this sundae?”

“I thought you’d never ask~”

Within moments, Ella and Jack were nestled on her couch with a blanket, and a sizable bowel of the sundae, with two spoons so they could share. 

“Um, is this okay?  That we’re eating out of the same bowl?  I thought about getting one for each of us, but I kind of thought it would be cute to share…”

“I don’t mind, this is perfect, Ella.” Jack reassured with that ever-comforting smile of his.

“I thought it was pear-fect.”

“Ooooh!  My own pun thrown back in my face.”

“You’re very handsome face,” Ella shimmied closer to Jack’s side and wasn’t blind to the slight blush on Jack’s face.  It was nice to know even he could get bashful at times.  Adorable.  “Anyways, let’s dig in—”

The abrupt pause in his Sunshine’s delight caused Jack to raise his eyebrow in confusion.  “What’s wrong?”

“…I feel like… we’re missing something.”  Ella thoughtfully tapped the spoon against her lower lip before her head snapped up.  “The whipped cream!  Oh my god, hang on.”

Her sudden departure to retrieve the forgotten condiment was amusing to Jack.  Ella’s strive to get something just right might have been considered a setback to others, but not Sunny Day Jack.  He took a lot of time and dedication to improve Ella’s quality of life, and even more important, her happiness. 

Which was one thing they had in common.  His sunshine worked so hard to make people around her happy, it just showed how kind, creative, and amazing she truly was.  Sadly, there were times when Ella overdid it—with the best of intentions, but it was a small secret Jack kept to himself; he felt that most other people didn’t deserve the time of day with Ella.  She worked so hard at work, maintaining her home, and her writing, and finding new inspiration to keep her going.  As the matter of fact was that Ella persisted despite all of the trouble and heartache she’d been through in the past.  And that fact alone made her… special. 

It felt good being in her light.  Incredibly, warm, light, and loving light.  It was only right that her attention shouldn’t be wasted on others who would otherwise dim that precious light.

He’d make sure it would stay that way.  Forever, if he had to. 

“Got it!” Ella triumphantly scampered back to the living room with the whipped cream.  She plopped right next to Jack again, shaking the can before placing a sizable dollop on top of the sundae.  “Now, it’s perfect!”

Jack couldn’t help the mischievous smile.  “You mean pear—”

“Don’t,” Ella pointed the can directly at Jack’s face in an attempt to look intimidating.  Though the scrunch of her noise proved to be cuter than anything.  “I am armed and dangerous.  Don’t you dare, Jack.” 

Jack bit his lip in an attempt to stifle the chuckle building in his chest, but he couldn’t resist teasing her… just a little.  He jokingly lifted both of his hands up in mock defeat.  “Oh-ho!  What do you intend to do now that I’m at your mercy, Sunshine?”

The glimmer in Ella’s eye was unmistakable.  Her finger pressed on the tip of the can’s spout, intending to spray just a little on his nose, to make good on her threat, and to be a little coy.

However.

After a moment, nothing came out, and Ella added a little more pressure.

Jack stiffened as a flurry of whipped cream erupted all over his face, covering his left eye, cheek, part of his lip, but most of it did land on his red nose.  Jack squeezed his eyes shut when he was met with a barrage of sweetness, not fully registering what exactly happened at first.   After one mortifying moment, Jack’s right eye blinked open.  Ella’s face blanched from utter embarrassment.

“Pffffft!” Jack’s shoulders began to shake.  Then a giggle slipped, followed by a snort. 

Ella could only blink back as the silliness of her nerves and the situation itself sunk in.  Jack hunched over in an attempt to turn and hide his face, but Ella could clearly see his eyes squeezed shut, and the corners of his mouth failing to suppress a smile. 

“Oh my God,” Ella released the beginning of her own breathless laugh before she finally quipped, “Sorry honey,” she genitively wiped the cream from his eye.   “Guess I was the one who blew their load prematurely, huh?”

Jack guffawed and doubled over with a shocked laugh.  “ELLA!”

It broke the damn that held back Ella’s jovial laughter as she hunched over while cupping Jack’s face.  “Hey, first time for everything, am I right?”

“You’re t-too much for me, sunspot!” Jack managed to eke out through his laughter. 

Ella giggled back, “Too bad! You’re stuck with me, innuendoes and all.”

“I’d hardly call that a bad thing, you know.”  Jack’s laughter began to subside into breathless chuckles.  Most of the cream had slid down his face and landed on his chest and lap. 

“O-oh,” Ella tried to remain focus, but Jack was so close to her.  “Let me help, honey.”  Quickly, she grabbed a napkin that was sitting on the coffee table blotted parts of his face to remove the sweet confectionary cream from his face.  Jack was perfectly still and let her work, seemingly content to let Ella touch him, even if it was just for the sake of cleanliness.  She could feel his warm breath against her skin.  He wasn’t even doing anything other than just sitting there, messed up by her own hand.  Yet something about it made it feel… oddly intimate.  Especially the way Ella was studying the sharp features of his face.

“I think that’s all of it—oh, wait,” Ella cupped the side of Jack’s cheek and guided it to the side.  “You’ve got something on your face…”

“Ella--?” Jack was cut off at the feel of Ella’s soft lips against his cheek.

The dusting of pink across her face as she pulled back was impossible to ignore, as was a small, coy smile.  “Never mind, it was just me.”

Jack’s smile widened, positively smitten.  “Have I told you recently that I love it when you get spontaneous?” 

The compliment hit its mark perfectly as Ella’s blush deepened before an idea began to form in her mind.

Spontaneous, huh…?

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[jordanswitches]

Go-to choice of dessert?

omg omg okay so. i'm such a chocolate person so anything chocolate i love. chocolate trifle, or chocolate fudge cakes are the ones that are like truly up there, but this place kaspas does this amazing sundae that's got a ton of different textures and stuff in it and i LOVE it i must get it soon

[thewhumpcaretaker]

You said you were super busy, so no pressure but I love your HCs and the snippets you write so I wanted to give you a little prompt from the list you reblogged a while back: sharing a dessert for John and Santino?

Thank you for this ask!! Your thoughts about Santino teasing John in restaurants and bars and even over the dinner table really inspired me, so this is a bit based on that. Also, thanks for waiting a while - things have been super hectic but I’d been looking forward to this ask!

CW: suggestive

Banana Split

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“What do you mean you’ve never had an ice cream sundae, John?”

“I just…never did.” By the awkward way he looked off out the window, they both knew what that meant: another everyday experience John hadn’t gotten to enjoy as an assassin in training. 

They were in a much fancier restaurant than John typically frequented. If he was in a place like this, it usually meant he was in the midst of a job, and dessert was the last thing on his mind. A sundae wasn’t even on the menu. But they’d gotten to talking about favorite foods, and after hearing that, Santino wasn’t about to let it go.

He flagged down the waiter. “I’d like to make a custom order from the chef: a banana split, please.”

“Of course, Mr. D’Antonio.” The waiter didn’t dare miss a beat in front of such an important customer, even if the request was odd.

John raised an eyebrow. “I thought we were talking about an ice cream sundae.”

“A banana split is a type of ice cream sundae. The best type, and I’ll show you why.”

It wasn’t long before they had one sitting in front of them, vanilla topped with chocolate fudge and two maraschino cherries, with half a banana sticking out of each end.

“Since it’s your first time, you’d better take those cherries.” Santino’s eyes were alive with mirth. He was going to enjoy every minute of this, John realized.

“…One of them. You get the other.” He was blushing as he took the first scoop, overflowing with fudge and red syrup around the cherry.

“You want to see me do tricks that badly, John?” Santino took the cherry all by itself and puckered his lips for a moment before spitting out the stem tied in a knot. John struggled to look away from it. “Nothing to say? Have I tied your tongue that much too?”

“Shut up.” He lifted a spoon to Santino’s lips and filled his mouth with an explosion of sweetness.

“Mmmm…” Santino leaned forward, making a sound so obscene it caused John to glance around in fear that they’d be overheard.

“Somehow I think that’s even worse than talking…”

“Or better.”

“…Or better,” he admitted, locking eyes for a moment. His expression was already smoldering, just two bites into this dessert. He shifted in his seat as subtly as he could, but Santino missed nothing.

“It’s no fair for you to feed me if I don’t do the same for you. Open up, and swallow everything.” He scooped up as much fudge as possible and bit his bottom lip while raising it to John’s. There was something so sweet, so innocent, about the sight of John Wick looking up at Santino from heavily shadowed brows with his mouth full, swallowing exactly as he was told. Always so ready to please. 

As much as he’d intended to tease him, Santino suddenly felt a flash of tenderness. He thought not only of John on his knees in the bedroom, but John spoon feeding him when he’d been bedridden with bullet wounds. How John had put life right into his body and how much he wanted to repay him in kind. Their lovemaking was always like that - tinged with an undercurrent of affection. An expression of the way they had saved each other. 

John caught that look and answered it in kind, with a sound at once perverted and deeply sentimental. A hungry sort of growl of appreciation that trembled its way out of his chest. “You’re tempting me,” he said when he had devoured everything.

“What?” Santino said innocently. “You should try the banana too, that’s the whole secret of a banana split.”

So John got him back for that in just a moment. Without breaking eye contact, he took a whole half of the banana, dripping with fudge, and stuffed it deep into his mouth, down his throat in one go like a sword swallower. “It’s pretty good. But I’ve tasted something better.”

Santino’s eyes widened, flickered to John’s lips and then back again. “Check please,” he said breathlessly.

[torasplanet]

I can imagine Connie doing food play like licking off some whipped cream off of your chest or dressing his d up in chocolate sauce whip cream and a cherry on top while giving him a bj (if you make it please tag me 🙏🏽)

oooo yes i can imagine foodplay with con !! he got you laid out on the bed bare while he's still in his boxers sitting in front of you putting whipped cream all on your chest and stomach. you giggling like crazyy when he starts liking it off yo stomach and you yelp everytime his tongue rolls over your nipples and ooo don't even get me started on the cherries!!

he'd put two cherries on your nipples and carefully eat them making eye contact with you making you so flustered! con luvsss teasing you sm and this was the best opportunity! he'd even go as far as to tie the cherry stem together with his tongue.

i cant see him putting chocolate sauce on his shit cuz i think that'd cause some sort of infection or whatever but I can see him throwing it all over your body. especially after he got done cumming and came on your face !! he calls u his fudge sundae ;) he likes to say how he gives the banana to make it a banana fudge sundae🤭

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[sturnioz]

shy!reader meets up with nick for a little ice-cream date.

you stare down at the phone in your hands, the nae of the ice-cream parlour glowing brightly on the screen. after a moment, you look up at the sign in front of you, chewing the inner skin of your cheek as you double check that you're in the right place.

the words match perfectly, and the photo you found online mirrors the shop exactly. yet, as you scan the area and look through the clear windows, your heart sinks — there's no sign of nick anywhere.

panic rises in your chest, and you instinctively take a hesitant step back, ready to bolt until a loud, familiar voice yells from behind you, cutting through your spiralling thoughts.

you turn, your pulse quickening as you catch sigh of nick tumbling out of an uber, his foot catching on the curb. he stumbles dramatically, throwing an exaggerated glare at the ground as if the concrete were to blame for his mistake before adjusting the strap of the tote bag slung over his shoulders, striding towards you with a grin spreading across his face.

"sorry," he apologies to you immediately, and you open your mouth, prepared to reassure him that it's no big deal, even though you're not quite sure what he's apologising for. but he continues, "uber took like eight wrong turns to get to this fucking place, i thought i was getting kidnapped. so, it's his fault i'm late. you haven't been waiting long, right?"

"no," you reply with a shake of your head, managing a small smile as the tension in your chest eases slightly. "i just got here too."

"thank god." nick breathes out a sigh of relief, running his fingers through his mullet and adjusting his sunglasses before leading you toward the entrance, him mostly taking the lead while you follow closely behind.

as you step inside the parlour, the sweet aroma of waffle cones and fresh ice-cream greets you, and the air is filled with the cheerful chatter of other customers and workers. your stomach rumbles in anticipation of the treat ahead as you walk up to the counter beside nick, who is already scanning the colourful flavours displayed in the glass case.

his eyes widen as he points out various options, and you listen intently as he describes each flavour and shares how some are more sweeter than others, how chocolate chips taste better with these flavours, and how this flavour is better plain.

after considering the options, you finally settle on strawberry and vanilla. nick chooses bubblegum, the bright blue swirls matching the stripes on his shirt and the lenses of his sunglasses which makes you smile softly, and you feel even more relaxed when nick takes charge of ordering what you both want, allowing you to stand beside him in silence.

as nick pays for the ice-creams, you immediately reach into your purse to grab the cash you set aside, but he scoffs and sways your hand away as if you've just offended him, insisting that he's fine with buying and your cheeks warm at his generosity.

with the ice-cream cups in hand, you follow him to a cosy corner of the parlour, settling down into the booth opposite each other. you grab your plastic spoon, swirling it through the creamy ice-cream before taking your first bite.

"right?" nick grins as he sees your reaction; your eyebrows raising and eyes widening at how delicious it is. "i told you. this place is fucking magical."

you take another spoonful, trying your best to keep the conversation flowing. "do you come here a lot?"

"sometimes, but there's this one dessert stall in the city that's just as good. makes the best chocolate fudge and cherry sundae," he explains to you, and you perk up a little but, knowing exactly which place he's talking about.

"i like that one too."

he raises his eyebrow, "you know it?"

"yeah," you hum softly with a nod. "chris brought me there."

suddenly, nick's ice-cream filled spoon pauses halfway to his mouth, and he stares at you. you frown at his sudden silence, feeling the weight of his gaze, and you awkwardly take another bite of your ice-cream, your gaze flicking away as you struggle to handle being stared at.

nick lowers his spoon from his mouth, pointing it at you instead. "chris brought you to that dessert stall?" you nod your head slowly in response. "and he bought you one?"

"no," you reply, your voice steady but quiet. "he got one for himself but he let me try it."

"chris shared with you?" nick presses, seemingly baffled by this information. "like, we're talking one spoon shared between you two?"

"yeah," you nod again, chewing on your bottom lip as you gather your thoughts, admitting confusingly at this topic. "i.. don't understand what's happening right now."

nick just hums at that, his expression shifting as he takes a moment to process your words, studying you for a few seconds longer before he resumes in eating his ice-cream. now, you're stuck staring at him, wondering about the implications of his constant questioning while you mindlessly swirl your spoon around the cup.

"speaking of the city," nick begins, suddenly changing the subject, catching you off guard. "kitty and i are heading there this weekend, you should come—actually, neither of us are taking no for an answer. you are coming."

you chuckle lightly, your cheeks feeling warm as you ask, "why are you going?"

"i need to take photos for this project i'm doing for my class, and she needs to thrift some clothes and pick up other supplies for hers," he explains to you simply. "we're gonna make a day out if it, y'know? shopping, dinner, all that shit."

"i don't know.." you murmur, hesitation creeping into your voice.

"i'm not taking no for an answer," nick deadpans, blinking at you with feigned seriousness that makes you want to laugh. "our company is literally better than that frat house chris has got you cooped up in every weekend. you need a break."

you can't lie, a break does sound really nice. the overwhelming energy of the frat parties, filled with the frat brothers and other students, often leaves you feeling absolutely drained. and more often than not, you always find yourself retreating to chris' bedroom to get away from the chaotic mess when it gets too much.

"i'll think about it.."

"less thinking, more doing," nick counters, a grin spreading across his face as he leaves his spoon hanging from his mouth, his hands diving into his tote bag and you watch with curiosity as he pulls out his digital camera. "smile, bun. i'm taking proof of you finally leaving the frat house today. this is monumental as fuck."

© STURNIOZ

[prismsofmystery]

Noelle's just a hater

(@coquettesophia canon or nah?)

Noelle crossed her arms over her chest. "Spencer, I find it really hard to believe you're dating Anatolii of all people. Rosebelle? I can understand, but Anatolii? I don't think so. And both of them? Nuh uh."

Spencer scowled at her, before letting out a smirk. "Want me to prove it?"

Noelle got in his face with a smug expression. "I'd like to see you try."

Spencer cleared his throat. "Oh banana fudge sundae would you come out here please?" Spencer pleaded, using his best whining voice.

Anatolii and Rosebelle peeked out from around the corner. "Yeah, honeybunche-"

Rosebelle hissed when she noticed Noelle, and Anatolii nearly snarled. "Youmotherfuckeryousaidyouwouldn'tsayitinpublicyoufuckingbitchedandmoanedaboutitandIfinallyagreedbecauseIthoughtyouwouldn'tsayitoutloudyoufuckingpromised!!" Anatolii began to sputter out, his face red and hot. Rosebelle glared at him, too embarrassed to say a word.

"I'm sorry, chocolate pudding!" Spencer blurted out, feeling a bit guilty but also victorious at the same time. Noelle stood there in disbelief. "There's no way."

[faithintheunknownsblog]

A/n: I only came up with this list bc I already had Integra’s favorite ice cream flavor canoned in my mind so I figured I make a list lol

Hellsing’s Favorite Ice Cream Flavors

Sir Integra: Mint chocolate chip, with no shame about it

Alucard: Acts like he is too good for ice cream- and sweets in general- but will eat literally any ice cream as long as it isn’t mint, you can not have sweets around him

Seras: Strawberry and she makes sure she gets all the chunks

Walter: Butterscotch (the old man without a doubt carries around the hard candies too)

Pip: Cookie Dough

Penwood: He can’t have ice cream anymore because it drives up his blood sugar 😢

Anderson: Coffee (he without a doubt lives and breaths coffee, if Alucard hadn’t of killed him his caffeine addiction would have)

Maxwell: Pistachio (mother fucking psycho path)

Heinkel: Black Cherry

Yumi: Sweet Mango Mochi

The Major: Vanilla (basic bitch)

Doc: Hot fudge sundaes with all the fixings

Luke: Vanilla (another basic bitch)

Jan: He doesn’t care for ice cream, get him a blue raspberry slushies

The Captain: Chocolate (I am not even going to lie I am only doing this out of irony since dogs aren’t supposed to have chocolate)

Dandy Man: Vanilla Gelato (less of a basic bitch but still basic)

Schrödinger: He doesn’t like ice cream because the first time he had it he ate it too fast and got a brain freeze so now he’s scared of it

Rip: Cheesecake but she adds gummy bears to it

Zorin: Rum Raisin

[butters-flower-mom]

what are butters and pepper's fav ice cream flavors? :D

I think Butters' favorite is vanilla. @firefly-sky shared that headcanon with me and I think it fits him. Plus, when he got ice cream with Charlotte he had vanilla. Pepper prefers hot fudge sundaes but if she gets a cone she likes chocolate. They both love extra sprinkles.

[monmuses]

@historias-multorum continued from here

They both had their eyes on some sweet treats behind the glass of the ice cream display cases. For Josuke, he wasn't sure exactly on what he could go for ... In his heart, he wanted some kind of Rocky Road or a combination of multiple ice cream flavors. That, he went for - a three scoop stack on a waffle cone. It was the perfect combination of chocolate crunch.

"Hey, if you want my advice, that's the best thing you've ever gotten," he said, gesturing to her sundae. "You got the best toppings and hot fudge! Nothing wrong with that, huh? Plus, this ice cream place kicks ass. Okuyasu and I come here all the time after school. I think you'd like it too."

[heynikkiyousofine]

Happy Inu-Spiration 4! This year, I got to work with @eliza-faust-diary and let me tell you something, this woman is amazing! She created this piece of work that was absolutely perfect and was better than anything I could have ever expected. 💕 Now, without further ado, enjoy this piece of work we created together. Happy 2023!

Love, Death, and Chocolate Cake

Summary: After the unexpected death of the sister, Kagome must navigate a restaurant, grief and a new person in her life.

“Order’s up!”

“I need a hot fudge sundae for table 23!”

Ring, ring, ring.

“Can I get birthday singers?”

“Anyone seen Adam? His table needs him.”

“Hello, thank you for calling Italiano, how may I help you?”

Buzz, print. Buzz, print.

“Shippo! Table 5 is sat with four.”

Kagome ripped the ticket off the printer, her focus solely on the expo line in front of her. It was Friday night, the dinner service was just getting started, and her reservation list was full for the entire evening. Of course, this was the one night Kikyo had to take off. Shaking her head, she grabbed the parsley, plucking the perfect length to lay across the chicken parmesan.

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