#I'm sitting at home eating fruit tart

[werewolfbneimitzvah]

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[medusagorgongirl1]

I'm sick of this Fandom saying that Dick only eats cereal and that the only thing Tim can cook is a cup of coffee and treating Jason like he's some sort of michelin star chef, like seriously? that's it?

Dick came from a circus full of people with different cultures and backgrounds. Idk if y'all have every gone to one of those big weddings that takes place in your cousins back yard but fucking everyone comes together with food. You make the things you know and love and share them with the people your friends and family know and love. And also Dick was a kid that loved attention, of course he would sit in the kitchen and be entertained by someone while his parents were training. I'm convinced that Dick knows how to cook the most random, homey, comfort food dishes but like nothing 'ordinary'. Like that man can make the best goulash you've had in your life (only with the good paprika), he makes vegetarian momos that even Damian can't resist, his challah had more jew in it than Bruce does. But if you ask him to bring a casserole to a get together, he'll fucking bluescreen and buy a pre-made potato salad.

I agree that Jason is a good cook. As a kid I was poor, but in my later teenage years we were more middle class. That change in being able to buy ingredients, to actually make something homemade with is insane. I'm convince that one day he showed Alfred one of those '3 ingredients browine recipe' and asked if that wasn't too much to use and Alfred introduced him to the concept 'the more ingredients the better taste'. That said, as an adult I don't think he was making all these grand dishes. He doesn't live with Bruce, and frequently changes safe houses. He doesnt have the dishware to make these extraordinary foods. Like he'll make some fettuccine alfredo, but those aren't homemade noodles. He's not making a cheesecake, but he'll make a nice banana bread. I also think that he would be a bit nostalgic for the foods of his childhood like we all are in a way, but he would better it. Like cheap ass Ramen? That man is making a steaming bowl of pho. Baked potatoes? Creamy potatoes au Gratin. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches? Fruit tarts with peanut butter cookies. He's not phenomenal, but he's resourceful.

I said this in a previous post but Tim can cook goddammit. He grew up in a big home as tween with an unlimited fridge. He did what kids do; make really shitty food until they understand cooking. He would thrive off of reciving praise from his parents if he informed them on how independent he is. I know he tried to learn how to make all of their favorite meals until he could recite the recipe word for word. And I don't think that left even after he became robin. Because things were shaky with Bruce for a while, and Tim needed to prove himself. He definitely found out how to make the most tasty protein filled post workout foods because he was determined to be a good robin. I think that as an adult a lot of those would stick too. Like he would know how to make a lot of standard meals, and knows how to read relatively re create a recipe. He isn't useless in the kitchen just because he's rich.

Stephanie is always neglected in these and I refuse too, I love her. I think that she would be kinda a combination of Jason and Tim, like she knows as a vigilante (especially one always underestimated) she really needs to prove she can hold her own and I think that means that she would care about her diet in relation to her workout regime. Her diet would probably consist of a lot protein, fiber and vegetables. But also I think she would be more nostalgic that Jason. Because who can't help but romanticize the sight of your mom making your birthday cake and adding a drop of magic that turns it purple. If it comes down to the frozen pizza or the frozen stir fry, she might choose the pizza because it's the same brand her mom would make on Fridays. She knows how to make the foods that are good for her (to an extent, similar to Tim in that way) but she would also be able to make more of her comfort foods. But above all else, she's a sucker for convenience store meals. She's a patsa roni after patrol kinda gal. And some days she'll add in steamed broccoli, but the nights she's really feeling it, she might just turn on some old cartoon and sit on the floor with her pasta roni.

Damian is more interesting. Always being wealthy has him thinking cooking a bit beneath him. BUT, he also how easy it is to poison someone by making their meals. I feel like in the league of assassin's he learned to detect poison in food and knows how to get it back up. But, it's easier to detect that type of thing with plants. I think he knows which plants are poisonous simply by sight, taste and smell. And besides the obvious reason behind his vegan/vegetarianism I think that is also one of the contributing factors. But I still think it took him a while to come around to Alfred and ask to learn how to make more of the foods he can eat. I don't think that would happen until after he has since how the memories from cooking affect Dick, how cooking gives Jason a sense of freedom and control, and Tim independence. I think he would come to recognize the importance of being able to do something for yourself without assistance. I think he would begin with shyly approaching Alfred vegan recipe he found (because vegan/vegetarians recipes are finally becoming more mainstream and popular on social media), and Alfred will agree because he wants Damian to request certain foods. He wants Damian to truly enjoy meals and not just tolerate something Alfred makes. So I think Damian would know how to make a lot of staple dishes, but also a lot of really yummy vegan dishes. But I also think he would have a slight nostalgia for foods more regional to Nanda Parbat. Specifically I think he would miss spicy food and that it would become necessary in his favorite dishes. I think he would be a sucker for a nice lentil soup, so spicy that only Jon can stomach it.

Sorry for the long post, but this has been on my mind a bunch lately.

[mydearlybeloathed]

── 𝐈𝐌 𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: nami thinks theres so much of you wrapped up in all of her, that not even distance or time could change the way she feels.

or in which three little bits of you now make up the patches of nami's person

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: nami x f!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: fluff, reader once had long hair

𝐎𝐏 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Hair.

Nami watched you braid your long, long hair, seated on the bed behind you with her legs crossed, hands in her lap. Her head tilted to the side to catch a glimpse of your face in your mirror, her hair brushing against her chin in the process.

How did you deal with it being so long? Nami could never, she thought, with the life she lived. Working for Arlong meant she had to be quick, agile, and always ready to attack. Hair down to her hips, as pretty as it was, would only hinder her survival.

"You're staring," you hummed softly, Cheshire grin catching her off-guard. Nami blinked quickly, blushing from her nose to her neck as she chuckled, averting her gaze.

"Was not."

She shifted as you tied off the braid and moved to sit next to her, taking her cold hand in your ever-warm one. "Sure."

Your thumb rubbed loop-de-loops on the back of her hand, and she swore she could sit like that forever. But the sun was rising, and Arlong was waiting. Your eyes found the window as the first few rays of sunlight bled into the room.

"Do you have to go back now?" The question left a gaping wound on Nami's heart, because you both knew the answer.

Still, she gripped your hand back with more gentleness than she thought she was able. Nami smiled, half heart, half hopeless. "Not just yet. He can wait."

The feel of your chest at her back as you laid down with her a few moments longer was worth any consequence Arlong subjected her to.

Nicknames.

Nami trudged into your home just as the clouds turned gray and rain started to pour down from the heavens. The storm reflected her own sour mood, her every sigh echoed by the thunder.

You stood at the counter boiling tea, gaze lifting to greet her. "Hey, Sweetness."

She sat at your table and propped her chin on her hand. "Hey, yourself."

"You don't look too hot," you lamented, lips pursed as you poured two cups and brought them over, going back for a jar of honey a moment later.

Only when you were sat across from her did she dollop a bit of sweetness into her tea, warming her hands on the cup. "Had a long day."

"Tell me about it."

"I won't busy your pretty head."

"But I'm asking you to."

Nami didn't know why you called her sweetness. In a world so bleak, you were the only sweet thing Nami knew. How she managed that, Nami didn't know, and she didn't bother trying to find out.

So she told you about her day, and you hung on every word, joking here and there, calling her sweetness and filling her heart with honeyed words and warm touches.

Tarts.

If Nami had to look at one more tangerine, she might just explode. They were everywhere, planted all around her childhood home, leaving no room for escape.

All they did was remind her of Bellemere, and she tried not to think about her mother too often. It only made her sad, and she didn't have time for that.

So Nami went where she always went when sad; she went to find you.

Unfortunately, you quite liked the tangerines from Bellemere's orchard, and a basket of them sat on your kitchen table when Nami stepped over the threshold.

She glared at the fruit. "I'm sick of tangerines."

You stood from where you were kneeling to place a pan of tangerine tarts in the oven, a mirthful grin on your lips as you slipped off the oven mitts. "So you won't be eating any tarts, I assume?"

Nami didn't answer, not even when the sweet scent of baking crust filled her nose. You giggled and went to rub your warm hand over her shoulders. "More for me then."

She cast the basket a swift glance and dropped her head to your shoulder. "I guess I'll have one or two."

You ran your fingertips over her back till Nami thought she might just fall asleep in your arms. You led her to a chair and moved to sit flush at her side. "I made extra, so you can take them with you."

Nami took a sack full of tarts in the morning, one stuffed in her mouth as you swiped away the crumbs on her chin. Nami liked tangerines more than she let on, partly because they reminded her of her mother, no matter how sad it made her.

Mostly, though, because you liked making Nami tarts. And who was Nami to deny free deserts?

જ⁀➴

Looking out over the sea, Nami's hair brushed her bare hips, the sun warming the skin she had exposed. She tucked some of it behind her ears, briefly reminded of a girl who used to do such elaborate braids in minutes.

Perhaps Nami should try to plait her own hair, now that it was long enough to do so.

A brief pitter patter across the deck and Chopper stood beside her, going on his tip toes to gaze upon the waves as well. He barley reached the top of the railing, though, and Nami smiled as turned to face Usopp, who was across the deck. "Hey! Bring me that stool!"

Grumbling, Usopp slowly did as he was told, handing Nami the stool with a roll of his eyes, muttering something about princesses, and went back to his task.

Nami set the stool in front of the railing, smiling as how Chopper's ears flicked curiously. "Here, Sweetness. So you can see."

He gave an awkward little smile, hopping up to stand on the perch beside her. “Thanks, Nami.”

She scratched the fur between his ears, revealed with his hat busy being cleaned by Robin. Nami had just got comfortable leaning against the ship’s railing when Sanji surfaced from the belly of the ship, charismatic grin slid across his face as he zeroed in on her.

“Dearest,” he sang, sauntering over with a plate on his arm. “As requested, tangerine tarts.”

She spun around quickly, face illuminated as she rushed to take one, wasting no time in taking a bite. Through a mouthful she managed a grin. “Thank you. Will you save a few for later?”

Though his brows met, he nodded instantly. “Always, but why?”

Nami turned to gaze back at the sea, where a tiny speck of land appeared far in the distance. “For when we get there.”

Sanji followed her gaze with a fond sort of look, and he swore he’d do anything to make sure she looked that happy for the rest of her days. Even if he wasn’t the reason for such happiness. “I’ll make fresh ones once we reach the island, darling. Have as many as you’d like now.”

She only pursed her lips for a moment before taking another tart and shooting him a thankful smile, returning to the railing as a soft breeze blew in from the sea. With every moment that passed the island grew closer and closer and Nami’s heart to greater and greater heights.

Someone called her name from the hatch of the underdeck, and she swiveled to find Robin holding up a little transponder snail. Her gaze held that air of teasing that told Nami exactly who was on the other end. “It’s for you.”

She shoved off the railing, passing Chopper her uneaten tart, and swept toward the older woman with a skip in her step. Never had the crew seen Nami so… elated before. It left all of them on edge, eager to reach their destination and finally meet the cause.

Little snail in hand, Nami headed for the afterdeck. She sat against the planter box of the center tangerine tree, taking comfort in its shade. She took a calming breath before she put the earpiece in and waited.

Nami once heard that everyone is just a culmination of the people they’ve known and loved. If that were the case, she was a product of the love you selflessly shoved her way. She wondered if you had been standing at the shore, impatiently watching for their ship.

She sighed a little too loud, her own impatience getting to her, and there was a shuffle on the other end of the line. 

“Sweetness?”

The brightest smile split onto her face. “I’m here.”

You relaxed at the sound of her voice, shoulders slumping, feet digging into the sand as the water lapped up to meet you. Talk of about nothing passed between you, rabbit-trail stories about nonsense slipping easily from your mouth, until you stopped and shifted on the sand. 

“Did you think about what I asked, when you left?”

Nami’s cheeks burned suddenly, her tongue passing over her bottom lip. “I did.”

When she said nothing more, you could only murmur back, “Okay.”

She could feel your mixed confusion and disappointment through the transponder, but she really didn’t know how to answer.

Vivid as the day it happened, Nami recalled how you’d asked a very special question right before she sailed off to be a pirate, leaving you in Coco Village. You had your own adventure, setting off the next day to track down the fishman who killed your parents. Your paths diverged that day, but now, the One Piece was found, a new Pirate King reigned, and a fishman lay dead at the bottom of the sea—your lives were crossing once more, at very long last.

But there was a question lingering, one Nami had a clear answer to. An answer she’d known since the very day you’d asked. She slipped the ring out of her pocket, admiring how the golden band glimmered in the sun. 

“Okay,” she sighed, opting to change the subject there, heart hammering in her chest as she begged the ship to travel just a bit faster. The sooner she saw you, the sooner she could return the question, and finally have the life you both deserved. 

And then luffy officiated the marriage (with sanji’s guidance; there were so many rabbit-trails) and they lived happily ever after on the sea. The end :)

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @100520s

[dio-doflamingo]

"TELL ME ALL ABOUT IT" - K. NANAMI

· • . ° . nsfw drabble feat. nanami kento!

˚ ˚ · • . pairing ⇢ nanami, kento x black fem reader

↳ while I encourage anyone to read, I intend to write a black-coded reader unless stated otherwise

· • . ° . synopsis ⇢ you expected your boyfriend to be punctual, like always, but nanami missed your dinner reservation tonight! you had every right to be a little upset when you heard the front door open. and he’s ready to let you get it off your chest, among other things…

˚ ˚ · • . content warning ⇢ face sitting, fingering, spanking, squirting, slight praise

· • . ° . ( inspired by this corny ass tweet I saw a while back )

· • . ° . AUTHOR'S NOTE ⇢ the way my first fic on here was supposed to be Castlevania related.. (imma still do it I just wanted to get this out my system first) I’ll call this a test run? 🫣 and happy black history month too

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! UNSPECIFIED ACCOUNTS DO NOT INTERACT!

You couldn’t really be mad at Kento, it truly wasn’t his fault that work kept him so late. You were just being a brat because you’ve been wanting to visit this restaurant for a good while. And the one time you try to have a nice outing with your boyfriend, leave it to none other than Gojo Satoru to fuck that up. When Kento is assigned to a mission (unwilling and without prior notice) with him, who highly suggested they split up so that Gojo can 'have a little fun', things were bound to take longer than necessary.

Your eyes glared at the clock as each second ticked by, slowly tapping your nails along your kitchen counter. It's been three hours since your boyfriend sent you an update.

my sweet love: Don't worry sweetheart, I'm okay. I'll make sure I get back in time for our dinner 🤍 (7:38 pm)

You tore your eyes away from the wall to uncork a wine bottle and pour yourself another glass. The sweet burn of the liquid rushes over your tastebuds and you tilt your head back to momentarily rest your eyes. The silence of your two-story complex engulfs you, and the irate thoughts you stifled begin to resurface.

I'd probably be on my third glass of Malbec by now. Eating paella and steak. Maybe some pasta. Kento and I would be on that gorgeous balcony sharing a fruit tart. Maybe crème brûlée. Enjoying the view of our city and each other's company after so long. I can't even remember our last dinner date. Fuck that mission. And most importantly, fuck Gojo Satoru.

The longer you thought about your night going to shit, a frown slowly stretched crossed your brown lips. A deep exhale escapes you as you take a generous sip, unconsciously gripping the stem of your glass tighter. Secretly, you're hoping to do the same to the six-eyed sorcerer whenever you see him. The sound of keys unlocking your front door reaches your ears and you lift your head and slide yourself off of the counter.

"Y/n honey, where are you?"

The warmth of his words made your heart flutter but it wouldn't rid you of your sour expression. Usually, when Kento arrives home, he is greeted with your beaming smile and a barrage of kisses as soon as he's setting his briefcase down. But your absence today throws him off a bit. Maybe she's napping? Or taking a shower?

He calls your name once again and you roll your eyes, realizing you can only hide from him for so long until he finds you himself. You take your time to finish your glass before setting it in the sink and shuffling your way to the front door.

"Y/n, are you home?"

Kento's tired gaze brightens as he sees you rounding the corner to greet him. You were only dressed in a powder blue robe but you looked so beautiful. An adoring smile stretches across his face and he opens his arms, ready to accept his usual welcome.

You approached him with your arms crossed before standing on your toes to peck his chin as you mutter a monotone "hello Kento". You didn't even meet his gaze before turning on your heels and making your way upstairs. He blinks and furrows his brows at the abrasive manner you greeted him in. You've never welcomed him home this way. It hurt him a bit, but a quick glance at his watch tells him exactly why you weren't exactly eager to see him.

Your lover runs a hand through his hair before sighing to himself. This is the first time Kento has missed any outing with you, and he can admit he does not like seeing you unhappy, especially with him. His feet slip out of his shoes and he makes his way upstairs to your bedroom.

Kento didn’t even need to say anything to you for you to see the exhaustion in the slouch of his shoulders and the heavy look behind his glasses. Your eyes quickly flit toward his figure before returning to your own reflection in the vanity mirror. You had spent so much time fixing your hair into an updo and getting a picture-perfect makeup beat, and you can't believe it was all for nothing. He walked to your vanity and pressed a quick kiss onto your forehead as he adores how you dolled up for him, even as you pout at him. Before you could open your mouth to complain at his slight dismissal, Nanami’s voice fills your ears.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to get home, sweetheart.”

You watched as he discarded his suspenders and button-up with his back turned, switching out his clothes for some sleeping pants. “But just let me get comfortable and you can tell me just how upset you are.” Nanami walked back over to you and leaned down, raking his eyes over your profile and humming to himself as he placed his watch and glasses on the vanity.

“You look so darling, y/n. You did this for me?” His amber eyes took note of your robe exposing your cleavage, and it made Kento’s dick throb knowing you wore one of his favorite lingerie sets. All for him, just for him. “Yes, my love, I was excited.” You grumbled as you relish in the feeling of his rough, slender hands traveling up your legs to slide under your robe and give a teasing squeeze to your inner thighs. Nanami lowered his head to your neck, knowing where to kiss and bite at to get you quietly whining and gasping in his ear.

His hands moved under you, grasped at your ass, and carried you to the bed to straddle him. You maintained a slight frown on your lined lips, contradicting the soft grind you’re doing on Kento’s bulge, and it made him smirk. “I’m sure you were so disappointed I missed our reservation. Probably extremely mad.” He swiftly brings his fingers to slide your robe off of your shoulders and expose your breasts to him.

He gently squeezes at them and you mutter a “sure was, actually”, the end of your complaint morphing into a light moan. Your nipples were hardening through the fabric of your sheer bra, and Kento couldn’t help but circle his tongue around your nipple, humming an “I bet you were” before placing it into his eager mouth. Your hips bucked into his at the sensation, the warm feeling in your lower area spreading heat throughout your body. Nanami groans against your chest at the friction before pulling his head away, leaving wet kisses and deep red marks across your collarbone and breasts.

"I was excited for our evening, too. I was thinking about you in that dress all day. I have yet to see you wear it."

Kento’s words vibrated against your neck as his lips continued their passionate assault. Your eyes shifted to the silk piece hanging on the door Kento had bought for you recently. “You know I hate doing anything to upset you.” You found yourself humming lowly into Kento’s ears and it only encouraged him to squeeze your ass tighter and roll his hips into yours.

“I don’t like seeing you upset, my love.” He lies back on your assortment of pillows, and with a quick lift of your lower half, Nanami is face to face with your lacy underwear. You barely had time to properly grab onto the headboard before you felt your panties get pulled to the side and two fingers spreading your pussy lips open.

A low moan slips from the blonde below you and you feel your insides clench at the sinful display. “Now, tell me what you were mad about, princess.” His hazy eyes stayed locked with yours as he ran his tongue through your sticky folds and you hunched over and planted one hand in Kento’s hair. Your eyes squeezed shut when you felt the fingers that spread you open start to tease your entrance, lightly slipping past the tight threshold.

“Fuck- I- I was upset that I did all this to get ready for you.”

Nanami hums into your pussy as he leaves light kisses on your clit before fully sliding his fingers into your wetness. He felt his cock leaking a wet spot into his pants at the way you clenched around his fingers. He could feel his entire length throbbing in need, but right now was not about him. He gently pumped his fingers all the way in and out, thoroughly amused at your attempt to maintain the ounce of composure you had left.

“A-and I cleaned the apartment. So I-”

A curl of his long fingers into your g-spot forces your next words to come out as a moan that makes Kento’s eyes roll back. Not like you’d notice with the way you just arched your back and pulled harshly at his honey-colored strands. “Yesss, Kento, that feels so good,” you panted, rolling your hips into his ministrations. When you looked between your legs, you saw a heavenly sight — Nanami with his hair hooked between your knuckles, irises cloudy with his desire, his cheeks and ears flushed, and his chin lathered in your arousal as he slurps away at you with no restraint. He groaned into your sticky mound as he pulled away to speak to you, a string of slick attached to his bottom lip.

“You’re right, baby. I understand and I’m so sorry. You know we can always reschedule and go any time, right?”

Kento’s fingers continued to plunge into your soaking pussy as he spoke, your juices flowing into his palm. He was inching you toward your orgasm, and it was evident in your uneven breathing and mewls. Kento brought his other hand from your hip to slap your ass, taking a mental note of the surprised sound you let fall from your lips. “You know that, right, angel?” he asked once again, squeezing your soft flesh. You nodded repeatedly, tears beginning to grow heavy in your eyes with how well his fingers were fucking into you.

“Yes, Ken, I know, can you- just please- I’m so close.”

You could feel the grin spread on his rosy lips when he chuckled to himself. Kento didn't hesitate to place chaste kisses on your pussy before sucking harshly on your clit. Your hips jolted away from his face and you let your whines and jumbled praises fill the bedroom. Nanami quickly wrapped his arms around your thighs to lower you again. Another quick slap to your ass had you clenching tighter around his fingers. “You know how I feel about you running,” he grunted below you.

The knot in your lower stomach was a few strokes away from snapping. Your hips swiveled back and forth on his face, the slight tremble in your legs telling you your orgasm was surely approaching. “Ken, I’m gonna cum- fuck, I feel it.” Nanami’s fingers repeatedly curled inside of you while he licked and sucked at your swollen clit.

“Cum for me, baby. I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

His free hand replaced his mouth as he pulled back to watch your reaction. And a few circles rubbed into your clit combined with his words made you snap. You let out a shameless moan as your back arched and your head tilted back in bliss. Your orgasm washed through your every nerve and you felt your pussy convulse, squirting your release onto Kento’s fingers. You could hear a ragged moan slip from his lips, reveling in the aftermath of the mess you both created.

You forced yourself to look back down through your tears, trickles of your essence dribbling onto your boyfriend’s face and neck. And Kento looked in absolute euphoria, his low-lidded eyes focusing on the slick between your thighs. His brows furrowed with his mouth parted to capture as much of your juices as you’d allow him to. Your hips stutter as your orgasm subsides and Kento slows his fingers to slide them out of you. He gives you a few seconds to catch your breath, silently admiring the aftershocks of your nerve-numbing climax. He brings his soaked fingers to his lips and sucks them clean of your essence, and you can't help but bite your lip at his lewd act.

You lift your hips up to scoot down his torso, leaning down to press your lips onto his. You slipped your tongue into his mouth and he moans into the kiss, resting his sticky hands on your ass. Kento pressed your pussy into his throbbing bulge, sighing at the brief satisfaction. Pulling away from the kiss, you bite at his lip and say, “I accept your apology.”

Kento hummed, an adoring grin slowly spread across his face. He let his hands aimlessly roam over your backside as you gently wiped him clean. While you leaned over the side of the bed to toss the tissues, Kento decided to use the moment to his advantage. He lifted his hips up, pulled his pants down, and grabbed a firm hold of your thong before a snap! made your eyes widen a bit.

You direct your attention back to the honey-haired man, whose smile had morphed into a sly smirk. The familiar feeling of his swollen tip sliding through your lips and teasing your entrance forced a whine out of you. Kento's hands kept a firm grasp on your cheeks, guiding your hips into a slow grinding motion.

"If you'll let me, I'd like to properly apologize to you."

© dio-doflamingo (2023) - translations, copies, reposts, and/or distributions of my work to any page/platform are prohibited. reblogs, not reposts, are appreciated.

[quickdeaths]

@more-than-a-princess

Still confined to her cabin from sundown to sunup, and still bound by handcuffs when in transit, Shinobu wouldn't describe herself as having any abundance of freedom. Yet, the opportunity to sit with someone and eat together was one she'd missed, and among the current conscious inhabitants of Jabberwock Island, there was no one she'd rather take a meal with than Ayaka. The restaurant on the hotel's second floor was mostly empty, with the others not likely coming for breakfast for an hour or so. Enough time for Shinobu to eat and be off to the beach, rather than have to encounter everyone all at the same time, before she was ready. No, it was better to keep it to herself, and Ayaka, as well as Shinobu's Future Foundation handler.

The man from before had gone back home, so this man was someone new to her. They imagined that was much the point - that there be enough churn through their various handlers that there wouldn't be any chance of attachment in either direction. He was supposed to have removed her handcuffs for her to eat, but instead he sat on the other side of the restaurant, jacket pulled back and folded in an unnatural way to make clear the gun at his hip. It was petty, Shinobu thought, but there wasn't much she could do about it. He was to bring her to the restaurant to eat with Ayaka, then take her to the beach and remove the handcuffs so she could fish. How she managed to eat, with her hands behind her back, was her business.

"Hey. Eat." For her part, Ayaka Sato had a bite of a fruit tart on the end of Shinobu's fork, piled high with pastry cream and berries, and her tone of voice made obvious how non-negotiable her request was. "Mm," Shinobu murmured, complying without any resistance. Being fed like a child was embarrassing, but what use was shame, anymore. Ayaka speared another tart with the fork, sparing a moment to glare towards the Future Foundation agent. How she mustered any fire at all in those weary green eyes flecked with pink, Shinobu couldn't begin to guess. "I appreciate it, Ayaka. Your help, and your company."

The chef gave a small grunt that Shinobu took as acknowledgement. "I'm not gonna let you smash your face into the breakfast I made, so it's not like there's anything else I can do." Outwardly, Ayaka Sato hadn't changed. Her tongue was still sharp, and her body wasn't so obviously damaged as her own, or some of the others'. No, Ayaka's scars were inside. "Shinobu," she started, looking back to the archer with a softening expression, "you don't look as tired as usual. Are you sleeping better?" "No." "Right." It was a question with an answer so obvious that there wasn't any reason to ask it, aside from a discomfort with silence. "I had coffee this morning. I'm feeling a bit more energetic than usual because of it, that's all." Ayaka made a face, like she wasn't sure how to take that explanation. "Where did you get coffee here?" There was a cheap instant coffee machine sitting on a dirty countertop only a few feet away, but they'd run out of pods within a week, and to call the coffee so much as 'drinkable' in the first place was, in Shinobu's estimation, undue praise.

"Nevermind-san. The princess." There was a quiet moment as Ayaka looked at Shinobu, seeming to be searching her face for something. When she found it - or didn't, perhaps - she nodded. "Oh. I spoke to her at the farm recently. She said she'd drop some things off for me to cook with." There were a few moments of silence, sporadically filled only with the sounds of eating, when Ayaka brought another forkful of fruit to Shinobu's lips as she asked a question. "What do you think about her being here?" Shinobu frowned, swallowing before answering. "I'm... not sure yet." "Mm." Surely Ayaka had some sort of thought of her own about the situation, but perhaps out of some respect for how Shinobu was handling things, it appeared she'd rather keep it to herself. "Just don't overdo it, if you're not up to something." "Right. Thank you, Ayaka."

It was that conversation that came to the forefront of Shinobu's mind as she saw Sonia walking up the beach in what seemed to have become a semi-regular occurrence. What did they think about her being here? It was strange, to be so near the person she had longed to kill, whose existence had consumed her own for so long, yet not remember why it had been so important to orchestrate her demise. Perhaps they'd had some sort of connection? At the boundaries of her shattered memories, Shinobu could remember so many faceless girls, but it seemed implausible that someone as distinguished as Sonia Nevermind could have been among them.

Or, maybe it was a simple extension of her competitive spirit. The members of Hope's Peak Academy who she'd killed had died so easily, without even putting up a fight, and even top military snipers had proved terribly boring. It might have simple been the case that Novoselic was a puzzle to solve, with a dead princess as the prize. A nation locked tight, with guns and tanks behind every alleyway, where the entire population was on some level combat-capable. The despair that came when their borders were breached and their beloved princess' corpse revealed to them would have been a fitting tribute to Junko.

No... that didn't sound quite right, either, but thinking further on it just brought another headache, prompting the archer to shake their head weakly. At least they didn't have to worry about a collar tightly chafing their neck. Her burns were starting to heal, slathered with ointment that stimulated healing while protecting from the sun. Something else to thank Sonia for, in addition to the coffee. "Hello, Nevermind-san." The fish weren't biting much today, and Shinobu stuck the end of her rod in the sand as she stood to face the princess, even though she still couldn't meet her gaze. Why did she keep coming here? "If you're here to fish, I'm afraid it isn't going well today." Thankfully, there was enough of a stockpile that a day or two with little to show for her efforts wouldn't be much issue.

"Although, if it's just a matter of having some time away from other responsibilities, I'm not in any position to judge." What anyone, princess or not, did with their time in this barely-living world wasn't their concern. Whatever right she had to cast judgment on others had been surrendered long ago. "I've heard you've been busy since you arrived." Having greeted her appropriately, in her mind, Shinobu returned to the sand, fitting hands around the rod even with the knowledge that there'd likely be no tug against the line. "Though, that shouldn't surprise me. This isn't a social visit, or a vacation. No one would come here without good reason."

And good reason, Sonia Nevermind must have had - whatever it was. Not Shinobu's place to pry. "Ayaka - that is, Sato-san - mentioned she spoke to you a few days ago, about bringing some ingredients for her to cook with. I hope she expressed her appreciation properly." Likely, she did, and Shinobu didn't need to make excuses for her, if not. Still... pretending to have any decorum left, trying to adhere in some small ways to things like respect and proper etiquette had its benefits. "I imagine everyone else is getting a little tired of the same few meals." Those who ate much, anyway.

"Oh, that reminds me." Decorum. Respect. Reciprocity. "Here." They'd finished it the night earlier, taking a few passes to get used to the cheap ballpoint pens. There were worse ways to fill the hours inside the cabin. Carefully laid inside of her tackle box, to be protected from the elements and kept from creasing or wrinkling, Shinobu pulled out the paper with the ink drawing and held it out for Sonia to take. "It's from memory, and my memory is uniquely poor, so I don't know how accurate it might be. Still, it's some token of appreciation. For the coffee, and the burn cream."

Despite Shinobu's prefaces, the ink portrait of a makango was clearly drawn with a lot of care, the delicate hatching and gentle shading touch making up for poor tools. Given how many failed efforts were in the cabin's wastebasket, she'd hoped it was at least a passable effort. "I hear that the art of serial killers often carries some strange value," she muttered. Why did she know that? "If that's still true, then, perhaps that might be useful to you in some way. A positive takeaway from your trip, or something you could speak of in an interview. You could say that someone else drew it, if that would be easier."

[inevestigator]

the little things questionnaire .

repost, don't reblog.

favourite tea . spiced imperial. a tevinter speciality, black tea with vanilla, spices and citrus. warm, but with a hint of sharpness and sweetness.

favourite coffee . black. no frills, she might add a sugar lump if she can get it, but in this case 'favourite' might be substituted for 'easiest' and 'cheapest'. usually boiled. sometimes iced.

favourite sweet snack . gooseberry pie. tart and sharp, but softened by a sugary pastry crust. sometimes with cream, honey or even iced cream. best served fresh.

favourite savory snack . fried fish. halos' fish, fried or grilled, served on a stick or wrapped in old newspapers. some people might say she only eats one thing, but she'll argue why mess with perfection?

favourite flower . clematis cirrhosa. winter blooming. especially with speckled petals on white variants. the beauty of ingenuity. and a powerful scent to boot.

favourite colours . teal. specifically the colour of her scarf, but it's also the colour of the sea when the sunlight breaks through the clouds.

favourite fruit . oranges. see? she doesn't have scurvy.

favourite vegetable . cauliflower. but only when paired with cheese.

favourite season . winter. it may seem cliche for an ice mage but when it comes to minrathous, fall and spring are incredibly wet, it rains all the time and makes it hard to work effectively, and summer is hot and slightly drier (slightly) but that just makes the smells worse. winter is colder, but drier.

favourite time of day . sunrise. usually one side of it or the other, out late or up early, there's nothing like the first rays of sun shining off the mist over the docks.

favourite kind of weather . sunny. it doesn't happen often in dock town, but when it does, it really highlights the hidden beauty (and hidden alleys). but even outside of the city, the sun is something she doesn't take for granted.

love language(s) to give . quality time. she's so busy and wrapped up in her work that stopping to spend time with her loved one is important to her. it shows that she's thinking about them even when busy.

love language(s) to receive . acts of service. someone stepping in to help her? even or especially if she doesn't act for it? it breaks through the walls and the armour faster than anything else. show her you're there for her without her having to ask and she's yours.

specific niche love language . co-sleeping. she doesn't sleep enough, she knows it. bring her to bed with you. cuddle. relax. remind her that it's okay to take a break and then hold her while you sleep.

favourite hobbies . what's a hobby? in all serious, it's probably reading. curled up in an armchair, sitting in the bath or lying in bed with a book is her ideal evening.

favourite book(s) . sherlock holmes, tevinter serial edition. (no, but did anyone else hear the ambient dialogue where that one guy was talking about having written a character so popular he killed him off because he hated him and then the readers begged for him to come back? it exists, is all i'm saying. )

favourite song(s) . on the midnight stage. a semi-popular song in minrathous establishments. a song about being the last one out at closing time. lingering. lonely. but a reminder that home can mean different things to different people.

favourite musician . cida ciconia. not only because she knows her personally but because she genuinely likes her music. she can be heard humming it when she doesn't think anyone is listening.

favourite animals . cat. most people who look at her assume it's snakes and she does like snakes, but that's also just the tevinter in her. she acts like she's aloof but she feeds scraps to the cats and checks on them regularly. contrary to what the weekly truth might imply, she can't speak to them though.

favourite insect . firefly. small lights in the darkness, like the stars have come down to hover just above the ground. they're pretty. she likes them a lot.

favourite terrain . urban. city. she doesn't get on with forests or wild landscapes. she was born in a city and she's pretty sure she'll die in one. but she might be convinced to vacation to a beach or lakeside spot. as long as there's still civilisation nearby.

tagged : @tarlasdahl tagging : you!

[rhymey-workshop]

Feel free to skip. TW: I'm joining the military.

Growing up is really hard, and I don't think we realize that until we're on the verge of a big change, standing on the border between two parts of your life, balancing on a precipice before you take the swan dive known to many as change.

I'm packing my things. My dad finally brought home boxes and storage tubs and I'm finally packing my things, and that makes the passage of time so much more real.

I'm packing my things. My mom opened the door to tell me to watch my sleeping brother, and said nothing about the fact my room is a mess, or that I was just staring blankly at the cardboard box I just taped the bottom of. That box is ready for my craft books and paint stuff, my origami paper, my reading stand, my books on how to make stuff like children's books and animation. She made no mention of it all, just made that same pinched expression she has for weeks and then schooled her expression into something more neutral as she nodded towards the bedroom where my brother is and after a moment I got up and stumbled in, sitting at the foot of the bed to type out some kind of vent on Tumblr.

I'm packing my things, and I'm stuck between wanting to cry and finding myself unable to cry. I'm leaving home. I've been dreaming of getting out of here off and on since I was 13. At times I had a countdown of years, months, weeks, days that I had to stay, that I had to wait for the day I could finally leave. It made being angry or sad or any other complicated emotion easier. It made hardship easier to cope with. It made it easier to get through the hard times because I knew I could leave and nothing could stop me.

I'm packing my things, slowly, piece by piece, and I'm starting to understand the weight of what my dad said, when he said I was the first person on either side of my family in generations to not run away from home before turning 18. My mom left home at 17, my dad spent more days out of the house than in it as a teenager and left the god damn country. My bio paternal family has these issues too. My maternal family is full of people that ran off, that stayed away from home and didn't look back. My mom only speaks to one sister, and can't speak to her brother as long as their mother is alive. I didn't leave. I finished high school, I got my diploma, I took my time and I didn't leave before I was a legal adult.

I'm packing my things to leave home, and it's hard. It's scary. I've never been away from home for very long, and here I am, getting ready to do something more than just "Move out".

I'm packing my things, putting my life into boxes, sorting what's going to stay, waiting for me to return, what's getting tossed, what's going to get donated or given away. I keep finding things and remembering shit related to them. I keep finding things and remembering who gave them to me. I keep finding things and remembering which parent smiled when I got it.

I'm packing my things, and in a way I'm also processing a kind of grief I didn't know existed.

I'm leaving home for something I thought through for 8 months, and I'm coming up on the one year anniversary since I made my decision. It's been just under two since I signed the dotted line, swore in, and came home to congratulations and a sureness that I'm doing the right thing for me.

In 5 days, I'm going to my last meeting. Getting a send off from a group of people doing the same thing. A couple of them doing the EXACT same thing.

In 9 days, I'll spend the last full 24 hours I've got with my family, eating a fruit tart and playing putt putt. I'll say good night and that'll be the last time I see them for months at the very least.

In 10 days, I'm hiding my key on the porch and walking out the front door while everyone is asleep. They'll wake up and I'll be hundreds of miles away from them. In 10 days, I'm hopping in a big unmarked government van (and this will never not be funny to me) with like 5 other people and we're all doing the same thing. We're going somewhere and we have no idea what is really waiting for us.

In 11 days, I'm not in civilian limbo anymore. As it stands I am subject to the UCMJ but I'm not a sailor yet. In 11 days, I'm a recruit, and that's fucking dizzying to think about.

I'm getting ready to start a new part of my life and it's going to be exciting and new and I'll make friends and I'll go a couple places and I'll have stories to tell my brother and family. I think I'll be better, when all is said and done.

But right now, I'm packing my things into boxes and tubs, and right now, I want to cry.

[the-busy-ghost]

Look Dundee may be run down a bit in places (and the pandemic definitely did a number on the physical shops) but even when I was a kid I was convinced that parts of the city were peak late Victorian/Edwardian #aesthetic.

Loads of people seem to only visit to go to the V&A and the Discovery but the McManus gallery is also magnificent. The Verdant Works is interesting as are all the old jute and linen mills that are now turned over to housing, and I've always thought the brownstone tenements looked warm and homely even if many of them are rather battered now. The Caird Hall and Reform Street are impressive from an architectural perspective, even if the paint's peeling and many of the shops are empty (I've been to shows at the Caird Hall and the Dundee Rep for considerably less money than it would have cost in Edinburgh so that's also cool). The city's whaling and textile heritage is fascinating (though not always nice, but that's just British history everywhere) and it's also got a lot of women's history (jute mills meant a lot of the Victorian and early twentieth century workforce was female).

You're never far from the water or the countryside (ice cream in Broughty Ferry or Arbroath smokies anyone?) and of course the surrounding Angus and Perthshire countryside used to provide loads of berries for the jam and marmalade that once made Dundee famous (and it's still a perfect area to grow fruit today). Alternatively you could take a walk in Baxter Park when it's autumn and the leaves are falling.

And personally as a graveyard geek I think the Howff is a lovely place to sit, all the more so because you can look up and admire the D.C. Thomson headquarters, housed in an elegant early skyscraper from 1902. Maybe while eating a bridie or an empire biscuit or a pineapple tart from a stereotypical Scottish bakery (Fisher & Donaldson, Goodfellow & Steven, and many many more).

And I'm reminded of this again today (hence the rant) because I was in J.A. Braithwaite Ltd to buy tea and, though it's only a small shop, currently tucked away under some scaffolding on Castle Street, it's just such a wonderful blast from the past (been running for over 150 years and the interior doesn't seem to have changed much). It's like an Aladdin's cave of coffee and tea, and if you are ever in Dundee you should go, even though it's a bit hidden, because why not fully commit to the late Victorian aesthetic (though perhaps not the mores) for ten minutes. Anyway google images doesn't have very many great photos but:

And it smells FANTASTIC

[satoriberry]

Can I PLEEEAASSSEEEE request a baker s/o headcanons for Suga, Kenma and Iwa and anyone that you want???🥺🥺🥺🥺

‣ Currently Growing: What they'd be like with an S/O that's gifted in baking!

‣ Pairings: Sugawara Koushi + Kozume Kenma + Iwaizumi Hajime x GN!Reader

‣ Watch out for: Nothing really? lolol, maybe slightly OOC kenma (?)

‣ Berry's note: KSHSKSJS CONGRATS ON BEING MY FIRST EVER ASK!! djdkd idk feeling kinda cool rn [happy]. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed what I made! :)

Part two! ( ๑>ᴗ<๑ ) Part three! ( ๑>ᴗ<๑ )

• Sugawara Koushi:

-Ok, so let's get this out of the way. He got to know you through the school's baking club.

- You and 3 other people were the only members but it was very lively since students and even staff members would visit to see what yall were doing (aka steal some pastries and leave lololol)

- You were in the middle of making the final touches to your Choux chantilly à la fraise (cream puffs with strawberries <3) when you heard a faint sliding noise.

- You look to the side and see a head of silver hair poking through the tiny gap, just,,,,,staring at you.

- He excused himself and politely walked over and stood across the decoration table where you were.

- You just stood there like ".....yeah?" and he struck up a conversation about what you were doing.

- You know that thing in cartoons where a character wants to stealthily steal something so they distract the person with a conversation? Yeah that's what he was doing. He was trying to steal a cream puff.

- You caught on to it pretty quickly but offered him one anyway. He didn't even hesitate to shove the whole thing in his mouth. He cried. It was THAT good,,,,he cried.

- Long story short, you two started to date a few months after this very fateful moment. And he abuses his boyfriend privileges in regards to your baking skills.

- Literally brags about you all the time. He could be in the middle of the most torturous, vigorous, borderline abusive training by their coach and he'd go "omg guys y/n made me a fruit tart the other day lololol we ate all of it together lolol not that you would ever get to taste their baking lololol fucking losers lololol".

- But oh my god. Bring some of your creations for the team to enjoy after training and he'll basically propose right then and there. 72% chance he'll cry again.

- He loves the domesticity of sitting with you in your kitchen on a Saturday afternoon and watch you make something new for him (and only him) to try. He loves it so much <333

• Kozume Kenma:

- You see, he didn't know about your talent for a while. It wasn't until you two had been together for a few months that he actually found out.

- It was on a weekend and you were over at his house, him playing a new video game he'd bought and you trying to get some homework done.

- Kenma's probably more cheerful when playing a new game so his answers to anything you said were longer and more detailed.

- You'd said something along the lines of "Y'know, I could really go for some [favourite thing to eat], maybe I should get some later." to which he responded to with, "Hm, apple pie sounds really good right now..." then he went back to kicking ass (gamer boy moment lolol).

- You mentally went "Waiitttt, I can make that myself...", so after that, you made it your objective to some your Sunday making the meanest apple pie because kenma + apple pie = shoujo anime type BS unlocked.

- And make the meanest apple pie, you did. You packed it in a cute lil lunch box and decided that giving it to him after his volleyball practice on Monday would be perfect.

- The entire day, he was kind of confused as to why you were so eager but you held it in until the end.

- You two normally take a route that's right next to a park when going back home. You convinced him to sit down with you on the grass and enjoy the weather, that's when you took the cute lil box out and gave it to him.

- "Sorry y/n, I'm not really hungry :(" "Open it smartass 🤨"

- See, Kenma isn't easily surprised or taken aback, but at that moment, you could swear you saw his eyes widen and his jaw drop just slightly. But that expression was quickly replaced with a somewhat toothy smile, his cheeks a barely visible shade of red.

- "Did you seriously make this yourself? For me?" He asked you in a calm but clearly giddy tone, pointing his index at you then towards him to emphasise his point.

- You nodded, feeling the pride surge through your veins at this one in a million reaction. His smile grew softer, his gaze back at the pie and his brain trying to imagine how cute you probably looked while making this lunch, brows furrowed in concentration and hands slowly working on the presentation of the pastry.

- He reached for the tiny spoon that fell out of the box's wrapping cloth and went for a bite. He made sure to hold eye contact the entire time because 1) he'll feel like a true food judge and 2) he wants to see your raw reaction.

- His eyes went 👁👁....

- You could swear you saw his eyes get glossier, but he didnt cry dwdw 💀

- He doesnt like to brag in general, and this also applied to things regarding you. Mostly because he knows Kuroo and Yamamoto will try and convince you to make them something because "you're our beloved Kenma's amazing and talented s/o, we're like family" (their words, source: me because im right)

- He never hesitates to help you with baking,,,,by sitting on the counter and reading the recipe out loud to you. Jkjk, he struggles in the kitchen but his favourite thing to do is crack eggs and measure ingredients <3

- Kenma + Baker S/O = Making brownies at 1 am with Super Mario Bros. in the background

- He tries to not make it a big deal, but the way you smile so wholeheartedly when something you make turns out perfect never fails to make him hide his face and look away, so you dont see his own giddy expression :((

- Kenma <3333

• Iwaizumi Hajime:

- Out of these 4, Iwaizumi is definitely the one who's most impressed.

- You see, he's probably REALLY good at cooking, but baking? Put him in a kitchen with some flour, milk and eggs and he'll start a regional hazard. Can NOT bake for shit, not even to save his life 🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️

- So when he once decided to come over and saw you frosting a fucking 3 layer cake all by yourself, he just 😯😶👁👁

- Asks so many questions, and wants many answers >:(( dont leave him hanging

- He hides his admiration by keeping it cool and going "Ahaha that's dope, who would've thought you can make these kinds of things all alone?"

- He also finds it very...attractive. Well, he finds YOU very attractive (hot) and cool looking when you reach for the cloth of your apron to wipe ypur hands ands and neck while baking. Something about you being so passionate and putting so much effort into this is so hot to him but he'll eat his own nasty ass socks before even saying this.

- GATEKEEPS YOU!1!1! GATEKEEPS YOU FROM THE ENTIRETY OF AOBA JOHSAI'S MALE VOLLEYBALL CLUB!

- Doesn't mention anything about you being a god at baking because he KNOWS the other third years will ask you to make something for them as a "gift of appreciation for dealing with Iwa-chan when you're gone 🥺🥺🤞🤞" (Spoiler: he failed and they know about it)

- Oikawa will (and did) ask you on more than one occasion to make something for him (milkbread-), Hanamaki will literally offer you 3 month's worth of his allowance money to have you make him some cream puffs (his favourite food <3). I don't think Matsukawa will ask for anything but he will tease Iwaizumi for being such a fucking simp for you and the fact you make him feel so special with your sweet gifts

- The second years and first years know better than to mention it around him (or in general) LMFAO

- But he would never ACTUALLY get mad at you if you made something for the entire team, he'll just die from happiness <3

- Iwaizumi thinks of you as some kind of angel whenever you come up to him after volleyball practice with a cute box in your hand, because he knows what's in it and he knows just how much love and care you put into it

- Iwaizumi = boyfie material <333

• BONUS ROUND! FT. KITA SHINSUKE:

- This will be kind of self indulgent but you're a student from Inarizaki Highschool working part-time in a bakery that's in the same district as the school <3

- He heard of the shop you worked at through Suna, who talked about going there with his sister to get her dessert every now and then.

- Kita isnt particularly invested in baked goods, always choosing traditional sweets like mochi, kakigori and daifuku when an urge for sugar hits him.

- But he ruled that trying something new doesn't sound half bad.

- On one Friday, after the school day ended as well as volleyball practice, Kita and Aran were preparing to lock the gym and leave when the latter excused himself.

- "Yeah, my mom wants me to drop by the post office downtown and collect her parcel. It's better if you return home without me. Cya."

- And so, Kita was left to walk back home by himself, when a sudden idea hit him. How about he go and get something for him (and his grandma because Kita is a fucking angel >:0) from the new shop that's approximately 7 minutes away, according to Suna's story?

- Setting foot in there for the first time, he wasn't expecting to be overwhelmed by the strong scent of warm sugar and vanilla.

- It takes a lot to have THE Kita Shinsuke deeply amazed, and the exquisite array of foreign delicacies, some of which had names he couldn't pronounce, did exactly that and more.

- He chose the "cute golden pastry thingies" with cream (Chouqettes à la crème) to bring home with him. Except there was no one to take his order? No cashier at the register and no random customer to ask for the whereabouts of said cashier.

- Kita was slightly dumbfounded and on the verge of leaving when he heard a panicked, "SORRY SORRY, I HAD TO TAKE CARE OF SOME STUFF."

- You clumsily stumbled out of the back room with a tray in your hand.

- And at that moment, his eyes fell on you for the first time. You had flour on your chin and above your left eyebrow, jam on your chin and pastry cream all over your apron. Obviously, you were kind of a mess right now, but something about you looked so....pleasing. So gentle and calming, looking at you made his heart feel lighter.

- "Excuse me for being late, the manager left me in charge of many things and I was supposed to take these out an hour ago and you had to wait and I'm so-" "It's completely fine, I understand :)."

- He didn't want to make you apologise, you seemed like very dependable person and that's something he was fond of in a person.

- "Oh, ok then, thank you. What would you like to have today?" Opening his mouth to butcher the name of those "cute golden pastry thingies", he gazed at the tray you were holding a few seconds ago.

- "What's that?" " Oh, it's just something I've been working on. Nothing special really, it's cherry clafoutis with lemon z-" "I'd like to have two slices please, in a box if possible."

- He wasn't going to lie, he didn't know what a "cherry clafoutis" was. For all he knew, it could be poison. But the joyous look in your eyes from him wanting to get something YOU made was more than enough to make him forget about this uncharacteristic impulse decision. He felt his heart beat faster for some reason ("some reason" simp.)

- You gently packed his order in a folded box, the store's signature colours and stamp on the side and top.

- His fingers grazed yours while handing the box, but he didn't want to react in fear of embarrassing you and himself accordingly.

- After exchanging a "Thank you, goodbye." and a "Come back soon!", he stepped out of the store, his face reddening at an alarming rate. He wasn't a fool, he knew that this simple first meeting with the cute patisserie shop employee was going to be one of many visits. Most of which will have the ulterior motive of seeing your face and cute smile again.

- He really had to thank Suna.

‣ Berry's after-writing notes: HSODYSKSHUS I FEEL SO HAPPY AND AWKWARD BECAUSE OMG YAY FIRST REQUEST AND OH FUCK MY WRITING IS KINDA SHITTY BUT anyways thank you for requesting!!! <333