#Pumpkin cake using fresh pumpkin

[haruchi-slit]

"CAUGHT!"

・❥・synopsis: Jjk men catching you masturbating...

warnings: Toji's part: mutual masturbation and use of adult toy! | Gojo's part: rough fingering and biting! | Suguru's part: dirty talk, and cunnilingus! | Sukuna's part: teasing lots of teasing, pet names: whore/slut/little princess, and denying orgasm! | Choso's part: masterbates while watching you behind the door|Shui's part: fingering, and dirty talks!

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Toji:

after running errands from the store, your boyfriend decides to come home earlier than you expected, but to his surprise, he comes home with no people inside the house, it was dead silent, but until- he heard soft whimpers his ears perked up, dropping the plastic bags on the counter to investigate... "pumpkin?" he calls in a low groan, slowly approching your shared bedroom.

"mffngh..~" a muffled moan! his ears perked up once again, he walks slowly, moving his right hand to the bedroom's door knob- and what does he see? his beautiful girlfriend having fun without him...he opens the door, enough for him to get in, you jolt by his sudden appearance, "Toji!" you gasped covering yourself and the vibrator on your hand "having fun, without me?" you shook your head side-to-side, you can feel your cheecks heating up from the embarrassment.

Toji clicked his tongue approaching you, "what's there to hide anyway? I've seen you longgg before" he chuckles, "should've told me though?" he adds. You couldn't move nor talk, "Oh well" he stood up about to leave,

"W-Wait!" you said, making Toji raise a brow,

"yeah?" he asks- "help...help me" you whined looking him with your pretty doe eyes.

"That's what I like" he says with a smug smirk.

and now look at you,he's got you in a meannn mating press, knees reaching your shoulders as he tops the tip of his cock on top of your clit- as he held the vibrator under the covers, placing it on top of his tip, the vibrator, vibrates in a uncontrollable speed, that it seeps vibration on your pretty abused clit, "f-fuck!" he groans pressing the vibrator harder, "T-Toji! slow it down!" you yelp...only for him to chuckle "can't do princess m' a-almost close f-fuck-"

He's loving how your toy make him throbbb so muchh.

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Satoru:

Gojo is tired talking with the higher ups and also eliminating curses it's been weeks since he saw his wife- so before going home he decides to stop by at his favorite shop filled with sweet delicacies to share with his wifey.

"Yeah, and one of those" he says pointing at the matcha flavored cake. he comes home carrying shit ton of sweets dangling on his arms he unlock the front door and hurried to put the sweets in the fridge so it stays fresh before he calls his wife to munch on them later- he strides across the house until he's in the living room he saw his wife's head peeking from the couch so he sneaks quitely to surprise her but to Satoru's surprise he finds you on the couch, legs spread wide open and right hand going up and down your clit, occasionally teasing yourself. Satoru was so taken aback that he couldn't speak!

"damn it, why can't i do it like satoru?" you sigh, you stood up accepting your defeat you turn around and saw Gojo motherfucking Satoru you went pale, pale as a paper.

"Oh hi...welcome home?" you whispered- tugging your sweater to cover you panties.

"Thank you honey...but- I'm too shock to speak and also why didn't you tell meee?" he says with flustered face "i could've helped you earlier if you sent me a message or somethin'" he pouts, your embarrassment rose and made your cheeks bright pink- "You're busy s-so i didn't sent a text or called i was-" you stuttered, Satoru approaches you slowly, cupping your face, you tried to avoid eye contacts but he held your face, to face him directly, "whenever you're needy just say so, y'know you're my top priority" and with that, your lips collides. Satoru slowly laid you down on the couch, prying your legs open then finally removing your panties once again. Satoru spits on your cunt watching it roll down on your entrance, he latches his lips on your cunt lapping it like a wild animal combining his slender fingers going in and out in your walls--

he really missed you- so fucking much.

"Sat- fuck!" you yelp as the speed intensifies, he kisses your clit- rubbing it he lets out a gasp. your body's already so sensitive. he goes up to kissed your lips that soon rolls down to your collarbone- he bites it like it was his favorite sweet before sucking it and leaving a red mark he repeats it over and over until you're covered with his marks, some of it bleeding he goes back to your pulsating cunt,

rubbing it in a circular motion before letting his pants pool down to the floor with his boxers. he throws your leg on top of his shoulder then letting his cock slide in your warm walls, "feelin' good now- shit, baby?" he asked " m'yes yes sat! fill me s'good" you slurred eyes literally seeing other dimensions as he bucks his hips at a intense speed

Damn he missed you sooo much.

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Suguru:

"Babes I'm home, just finished dropping off the girls to school ready to shop and meet with satoru and the others?" Suguru calls out but no one answered. he looked thru the kitchen, bathroom, closet, garden and even the dining room but you were no where to be found, but there is one room he haven't checked, the master bedroom, and he was right! you were there- but what are you doing?

masturbating...

"Y/n?.." he whispered enough for you to hear.

"Suguru!" you respond, covering yourselft with the nearest pillow beside you, "I-I'm soo sorry- I'm just so stressed with work, the-the higher up were asking me to do tons of-" you stutter, you're so nervous, you're afraid that suguru will see you differently, Suguru was stunned- but he isn't disgusted nor angry- instead he feels sad- sad that he didn't gave his sweet fiance what she needs- sad that he didn't get to fuck the stress out off her body.

"Babes- chillax... it's not like the first time i seen you" he coughs "masturbating.."

"How- What? you've seen me?" you asked "yes- it's not like i don't do it too...i understand that work at jujutsu tech is overwhelming sooo it's understandable baby, c'mon let's fuck that stress out your body, hmm?" he smiles with a assuring aura, gentlely crawling on top of the bed. but oh boy! that assuring aura soon fades away, and lust controls, his eyes darkned obviously blinded by lust-

"you like it when I'm like this yeah?" Suguru chuckles, removing the blanket covering your soaking cunt, he lays with his chest and pulled your thighs closer to his mouth, he places his hands to your stomach carefully holding you in place. he's eager to fuck that stress out off you, as soon as he got the chance to eat your pussy, he latches his mouth- pressing his lips on your cunt, tongue targeting your bundle of nerves everytime he licked your cunt dry.

what a nasty boy he is.

you squirmed a lot so he tighten his hands around your stomach "keep it steady babes, can't you see I'm having my meal?" he say, raven dark hair tickling your thighs as he nuzzled his nose against your clit.

for fuck's sake it was fucking heaven!

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Sukuna:

It was early and the morning, and you're needy- you cunt was dripping wet as it pulstate around nothing, you woke up with heavy breaths, you're eager to find your husband- whose no where to be found in the room, so what did you do?

you took care of it yourself.

"fuck-" you cursed under your breath massaging your puffed clit only for the door to swing open without any warning!

oh oh...

you're met with sukuna's four eyes slowly scanning you. "what were you doing?" he asked raising a brow as he clasped his set of arms, "...not-nothing!" you squirmed around the bed, "lies... you're a liar i can see it behind your doe eyes.." he responds, yet another protest escaped from your lips,

"come on little princess you, can not decieve me with your puppy, doe eyes- were you pleasing yourself while i was doing my tasks?" he ask once again "and you better not be lying.." he adds, you rose up from the mattress and shamefully nod-

"use your words" Sukuna demands as he lifts your chin to meet with your lustful eyes-

"yes- yes i was masturbating...I was just needy and i couldn't find-" he shushed you up

"your confession, was all i need" he kisses your forehead and then he lifts your petite body on to the mattress, you're so small compared to him. he slowly unties your kimono, just enough to tip you over the edge, he cups your face "such a needy little whore are you not?" he'd tease occasionally rubbing your clit painfully slow that it burns-

"Kuna-" your breath hitched grabbing his hand to press it hard on your clit. "ah ah, no.." he scolds as he uses his other set of arms to pin your arms above your head. "sukuna-ah!" a yelp rolled out off your tongue- as he keeps teasing your clit, middle and pointer finger going in and out your cunt- it was nasty, as well as the squelching sounds of your pussy sucking him in, he keeps on rubbing tight circles in your cunt- then kissing your lips so rough that it feels good- you could feel your climax brewing in the bottom of your abdomen- "look at how you pussy sucks my fingers- fuck it's so drenched with your juices" he mused- and he was amazed you're close and he knows it so he intensifies the speed of his fingers matching it with kisses around your body- "Ffffuck-!" you screamed almost cumming but Sukuna won't let that happen.

"Ryomennnn" you whimpered as he distanced his fingers from your swollen clit.

"That's your punishment, spoiled slut" he says as he lick off your juices out his hand then pressing a kiss on your forehead.

what a meanie.

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Choso:

"Is there someone else or notttt- cause i wanna keep you closee~" Choso hums as the elevator dings- the elevator then opens to your floor leading to your apartment, "I don't wanna lose my spot, cause i need to know if you're hurting him- or you're hurting me~" he continues to hum as he unlocks the door he lets his tote bag dangle on his biceps- as soon as he enters he drops off his things on the coffee table near the door before shutting the door he then removes his headphones hanging on his neck, before calling you out "Honnn m'homee" Choso walks to the bedroom guessing that you didn't hear him calling. upon arriving he sees the door slightly open, he had the urge to not swing it completely to peak on what you were doing and to his shock you were masturbating!

his eyes widens as he covers his face, his embarrassment rose as he peaks eagerly, you were bucking your hips against your fingers, slowly letting your cunt suck you fingers in.

he instantly felt his pants tighten as his cock grew further, he pushed the door slightly enough for him to see your leaking pussy, palming his cock in the process, he can hear your moans, your whimpers and that squelch your pussy makes everytime you put your fingers in. "choso-" you moan- imagining it was him that's touching your hungry cunt, and that tips Choso to the edge, unzipping his pants to give friction on his throbbing dick-

his breath hitched, he really wants to fuck the shit out off you with the nasty thing you're doing right now but there's something stopping him. he stayed quite watching you roll over and hump on the pillow rubbing your clit lustfully as you slurred his name out your tongue.

what a pervert.

He rubs his pre-cum all over his tip, rubbing his cock up and down as you rub your cunt he swear he almost drooled at the sight, he rubs his cock faster resulting his climax and damn in chance you also came. (soulmates fr!) his cum was all over his clothes. he peaks once again you were breathing heavily- after you came down from your high you stood up and put your underwear and leggings- when he saw you standing up he hurries to zip his pants in and ran in the living room.

you walked in the living room seeing your boyfriend whose sweaty and flustered

"Chooo you're homee- since when?"

you asked nervously. "just-just got home.." he says with a upsidedown book on his hands.

malewife choso.

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Shui:

You've been flicking and massaging your cunt for a couple of minutes now but still couldn't bring your self to orgasm "Fuck!" you exclaimed "you done?" your ears perked up hearing someone spoke behind you.

"Oh mother-!" you jolt as you see your boyfriend leaning against the doorframe.

"Can't cum?" he chuckles as lifts you up infront the big mirror in your bedroom.

"Wanna learn?" he adds you couldn't speak so you nod eagerly, his right arm grabs your cheek to face the mirror "m'kay" he guides your hand on your pussy circling it around the labia then pressing it hard on your clit, he nuzzles on your neck whispering that you're such a nasty girl,

"you couldn't hold back,hm?"

"didn't wait for me and had fun yourself?"

"fuck, just keep on moaning darling.."

he whispers on your ear as he guides your fingers to go faster- you were trembling, trembling with pleasure! soon after you climaxed your fingers was covered with your cum you nuzzled on Shui's biceps as he drags your hand to his mouth to suck your fingers clean.

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a/n: ok I'm sleeping kidding- erm it took me 19 days to finish this shit bro?? nahhh my procatinating shit is ABOVE average ugh I hate myself anyways do you guys want part two? (Ino,Nanami,Higuruma,Kusakabe,Ijichi) and if this flops I SWEAR!

[myownwholewildworld]

WHEN THE MOON HOWLS ― a javier peña's autumnal oneshot

main masterlist | read on ao3 | part 2 pairing: javier peña x f!reader. summary: you meet javier in a café during your sabbatical. you see the man that no one does ― the one who is broken, defeated, crushed by his time as a DEA agent. so you make it your purpose to shine some light on his life, one pumpkin spice latte at a time. -or- the story of how you two fall head over heels for each other c: a/n: hiya! been wanting to write for javi p for a while, but was afraid to take the plunge because it's been a hot minute since i last watched narcos. anyways, this fic is for @goodwithcheese and @jolapeno's jolabrew + withcheese fall challenge which i found really inspiring, thank you for hosting this sweet challenge! first time taking part in a challenge too, whoop whoop! as always, all interactions welcome, would love to hear your thoughts. take care! <3 x warnings/tags: 18+, mdni (no smut here, but still). post season 3 of narcos, possibly slightly off-canon? idk. fluff, loads of it! angst, comfort. mentions of ptsd, panic attacks and therapy. halloween/autumnal vibes. trip to the pumpkin patch to cheer our sweet javi up. reader's pov only (v unlike me). no use of y/n. no description of reader (moodboard is only for aesthetic purposes). unbeta'd, soz. w/c: 6.8k (this was gonna be a short drabble... smh) divider by @saradika-graphics

Friday, 18th September 1998

“What can I get for you today, gorgeous?” was your go-to sentence with every client.

Even when your own personal demons stalked you at night, you made your best effort to get out of bed every day and come to work. Working in a café was not in your plans for this year, but a heart-shattering breakup had rocked your world so bad, you needed out.

So, you took a sabbatical from your job in finance, hugged your parents and waved goodbye to your friends. It would only be for one year ― hopefully enough to get your life together and reorganise your priorities.

That was why you moved to Laredo two months ago, to have a fresh start with a blank slate ― where no one knew you and you knew no one. A month into your new life, you realised you needed to do something or otherwise you would go crazy. So you took a waiting job at one of the local cafés. You were just paid the minimum wage, but you had enough savings to live comfortably for a year without any issues.

It was only mid-September ― technically still summer. However, the unusually cold weather made it look otherwise. Fall had appeared sooner this year, and you couldn’t be happier about it. You loved autumn ― its duller hues, the crispy air, the browning leaves, the cozy sweaters, burying yourself under blankets on the couch while channel surfing. It was, by far, your favourite season.

“A pumpkin spice latte, please.” The masculine voice that spoke back to you was plain, deflated ― it lacked… something, but you were not able to pinpoint what exactly.

Your eyes moved from your notebook to the man in front of you, sat at the one of the most isolated tables. A few strands of wavy, brown hair fell across his forehead, the ends caressing the metal frame of the yellow-tinted, aviator sunglasses that shielded his eyes. ‘Brown too,’ you thought. ‘Sad and brown.’

Even if he was not looking at you, you could simply tell. His demeanour, his posture, the way he averted his eyes ― the man spoke of sadness and hurt, of something dark and gut-wrenching you could not even fathom.

And he was alone ― it was obvious he was not waiting on anyone.

“Anything else?” You asked, your throat suddenly dry.

He shook his head no without a word. His hands were placed on top of the table, his fingers intertwined while his thumbs circled each other. It was a restrained yet impatient gesture, as if he could not wait to be left alone.

“Could I interest you in a slice of pumpkin cake? It’s got cream cheese frosting. Shouldn’t say it myself because I baked it, but it’s delicious, I promise.” You tried to tempt him; a soft smile directed at him. “If you don’t like it, it’s on the house.”

The curvature of your lips wavered when his eyes slowly drifted up towards you and locked on yours. They definitely had a sorrowful tint to them ― as if he had seen too much, been witness to too many unspeakable things. His eyes were a window to a crushed soul, that much you could perceive.

His lips formed a flat line as he looked away and through the window to his right.

“Why not then…” His reply was not rude but charged with something unsettling. Something that made you swallow hard.

But you were still smiling back at him. Maybe the guy was having a rough day, a rough week or a rough month. A rough lifetime? Showing him kindness was not going to change his view on the world around him, but if it helped, even a tiny bit, you would smile until the corners of your mouth hurt.

“Alrighty, shouldn’t be long!” You scribbled the command on your notebook, the tip of your tongue unconsciously sticking out between your teeth as you did.

You walked back to behind the counter and when you turned around, you saw the man watching your every move. But as soon as he felt caught, he bowed his head down and looked for something in one of his shirt’s pockets. Soon after that, he lighted a cigarette.

Slightly confused, you faced the coffee maker and looked at the recipe card for the pumpkin spice latte. As you started preparing it, one of your colleagues walked past you.

“Pssst, Alejandra!” You called her in a whisper.

The girl looked around her, unsure if someone had said her name or if it was her imagination playing games.

“Over here”, you waved at her and Alejandra happily trotted towards you.

“Yeah? What’s up? Do you need a hand with that?” She offered her help, as she always did. You were grateful to have such good coworkers in your shift. It was a contrasting experience in comparison to your finance job.

“No, I think I’m okay. Got a question of different nature though,” you ventured pressing your lips together. “The guy over there, sat in the corner…” Alejandra turned her head around to look and stuck her head out, going on her tiptoes and everything. “Hey! Be a bit less obvious, dammit!” You panicked, shaking her forearm as she giggled.

“What about him?” She asked with a cocked brow.

“Who is he? Not seen him before ‘round here.” You tried to sound as casual as possible, but Alejandra’s raised eyebrow told you she was seeing through your bullshit.

“Chucho’s son. Javier.”

“Chucho who?” It seemed like everyone knew everyone in this town, except for you.

“Chucho Peña, he owns a farm on the outskirts of town. That’s his son Javier. He worked for the DEA and has moved back in with his old man a couple of weeks ago. Rumour has it he was fired. Apparently, he was caught doing drugs on the job, can you believe it?” Alejandra didn’t hold back on the gossip. “The same drugs he was confiscating from the narcos, taking them all for himself. Some say he was even selling them back to them and making good profit.”

You knew to take rumours with a very big pinch of salt. Sure, there was corruption in the DEA as in any other governmental organisation, but he did not seem to be that kind of guy. Not that you knew him, anyway.

“Not even his childhood friends are speaking to him now, so if I were you, I’d keep my distance.” She warned you in a hush. “He’s trouble, that dude.”

That broke your heart a little. Javier looked lonely enough ― learning that he was truly on his own resonated loud with you. Being branded a misfit by his own community had to be a hard pill to swallow.

“Mhmm. Sure thing”, was your only reply. Alejandra tilted her head to one side, studying your blank expression. “I was just curious, that’s it.”

“If you say so. But don’t say I didn’t warn you!” Her veiled counsel hung above your head as you resumed the task of preparing his coffee.

Five minutes later you were done and walking back to where Javier was patiently waiting. As you approached his table, a guy pushed back his chair to stand up and hit you hard. You lost your balance, almost tripping with the legs of the chair. Your right hip slammed against the edge of an empty chair and prevented you from falling ― you managed to save the coffee, but the plate with the cake slice slid off your fingers and shattered against the floor.

“Hey! Watch it!”

For a second you thought it was the gentleman reprimanding you, but you quickly recognised the voice ― Javier had stood up, fast as thunder, and his index finger was accusatorily pointing to the man who had mindlessly pushed his chair back.

Before the situation escalated, you straightened out your back and planted a hand on Javier’s forearm to stop him from tackling the guy.

“It’s okay, it’s nothing. I wasn’t looking, it’s my bad.” You quickly tried to diffuse the situation, tension building up between the two men.

“No, it’s not.” Javier replied between gritted teeth. “This asshole should have seen you walking by.”

Your eyes widened as they flew from one man’s face to the other’s. Javier’s outburst was not welcomed by the other guy, who was clenching his fists at his sides. You put the surviving coffee down on a table nearby and placed yourself in the middle of both men, arms extended.

“No need to take this so seriously, it was just a bit of cake, and I’m not hurt.” You said looking at Javier with imploring eyes. You did not need this kind of trouble.

‘He’s trouble’, Alejandra had said. Should you listen?

“Please, accept my apologies.”

“I ain’t paying you shit now, treating one of your regular clients like this.” The man barked back, fuming.

Javier took a step forward and his chest pressed against the palm of your hand. You did not expect to feel his warm skin under yours ― a few unbuttoned buttons on his shirt gave you a peek of his hairy chest.

He clenched his jaw so hard you could see his muscles straining.

“Of course, of course. I’ll pay for it, it’s not a problem.”

Huffing and puffing, the man signalled to his companion and they both walked out the door, mumbling something you couldn’t hear but could imagine.

Slowly you turned to face Javier, whose eyes burnt like gasoline. You didn’t know if he was trouble, but he was definitely danger.

“It’s alright, relax. I’m sorry about the cake, I’ll get you another one. It’s on me, I kinda forced you to buy it.” You offered, thinking he was still mad, while you knelt down to clean the mess with some tissues you had grabbed from the table besides you.

“I’ll pay for it. For both slices.” He replied succinctly, squatting down by your side to help you out.

“You don’t need to”, you quickly said, watching him on the corner of your eye.

His expression softened a bit, and his lips turned into a grimace.

“I do. I think I made things worse for you.” You thought the same but didn’t dare to voice your opinion.

You were customer-facing and could hear your manager in your mind saying ‘The customer is always right. Treat ‘em like royalty’. Bullshit that, really, but was part of the job.

Once the mess was cleared, you gave Javier his coffee and ran back to the counter to cut another slice for him. This time, as you sauntered towards him, you were aware of your surroundings. Luckily, there were no more inconveniences, and the cake slice made it safe and sound to Javier’s table.

“Thanks. And sorry again.” He apologised, his tone throaty with truth. He really meant it.

“Don’t worry about it, honestly.” You grinned at him as you gently squeezed his shoulder without thinking. Javier’s eyes quickly darted down at the touch ― you could swear he flinched. “Oh― S-sorry”, you stammered, pulling your hand back to break contact.

Javier just hmphed and turned his attention to his drink and food.

With your brows knitting together, you made your way back to the counter. From time to time, you would check on him from a distance while serving other patrons. ‘Just making sure he likes it’, you told yourself every time.

After half an hour, Javier got up and walked towards the register.

“How was it?” You asked with a gleaming smile.

“It was good.” Surprisingly, you were slightly disappointed at his lack of enthusiasm. “Really good”, he added a second later, as if he had picked up on your disillusionment.

The smile came back to your mouth.

“Well, I’m glad.” You said while you typed in his order to produce the bill. “It’s $9.42.”

“How much was the… gentleman’s” he spat out the word, “bill? I want to cover it too.”

That offer took you completely off guard, and you started shaking your hands and head at the same time.

“No, no, no. It’s okay, I’ll pay for it. It’s not the end of the world.”

“I insist. Please.” He punctuated every word. “How much was it?”

“Uh, mhmm…” You didn’t want him to take the blow. Maybe he had made the situation worse, but at the end of the day, it was the other guy’s fault, not his. “Are you sure?”

He simply nodded.

“It was $25.37. So the total would be… $34.79.” You composed a pitiful face ― it was a lot of money for a coffee and a cake slice.

Javier handed you a $50 note and then said, “Keep the change.”

With your mouth agape with surprise and not really understanding his generosity, you looked down and extended your hand almost unwillingly.

“But this is a lot…” You started to complain. However, when you looked up at him, you only saw his back.

Javier was already walking out of the café before you could say anything else.

Friday, 25th September 1998

Exactly a week later at ten past five in the afternoon, Javier Peña entered the café you worked at. Your brows furrowed, trying to recall last Friday. Had he gotten there at the same time too? He sat at the same table, same chair as well. The man was a creature of habit, a wild one at that.

Sooner rather than later, you were in front of him, notebook and pencil on hand, with a cheery smile.

“What can I get for you today, gorgeous?” You asked, hoping he would catch the joke ― you also followed a routine.

The joke went over his head. He looked less taciturn than a week before, albeit he still had this aura around him screaming to be left alone. Javier leaned back on his chair and this time, he did make eye contact, unlike last.

A slight yet noticeable change.

“A pumpkin spice latte, please.” This time round, his voice was a bit livelier although still crude.

“Anything else?” Your smile turned crooked as your eyes locked on his.

You saw a sparkle in them, a brightness that flickered under the fluorescent lights of the café. A hint of mischief, you thought too. He definitely had seen the joke now.

“Do you still have pumpkin cake? The one with cream cheese frosting?” He went off script, which made your grin grow bigger.

A creature of habit, but adaptable.

You nodded, writing the order down ― your tongue peeking through your teeth in full concentration.

“Freshly baked, I did it this morning.”

“If it’s half as good as last week’s, I might have to start coming over every Friday then.” A lopsided grin fought its way to his lips, although it didn’t stay there for long.

That brief gesture had transformed his expression, softening the hard edges of his jaw and smoothing out the wrinkles around his covered eyes. You noticed he still had his aviator glasses on, even though it was cloudy outside.

You were not prepared for his compliment, so you just tittered.

“If that’s the case, I’ll make sure to bake one every Friday as to not disappoint you”, you replied jokingly, albeit you truly considered it.

The shadow of a grimace danced on Javier’s mouth. The beginning of another smile, perhaps. Could you be so lucky that he would gift you with two grins in a row? That would be unheard of.

It wasn’t like you were watching him, but you were. Just a few glances here and there though, nothing too obvious. You did not believe in such things, but it seemed like his demons were following him wherever he went. Whatever darkness accompanied him, had a tight grip on him. You wondered what had happened to Javier to give off such an uneasy feeling.

The man was the epitome of wariness ― always looking above his shoulders, his hand tightly latching on to the buckle of his belt. Javier Peña looked like a man who always had a foot in the door, ready to run at the slightest inconvenience. And just because of that, you should be chary, keeping your distance. But it was exactly that, his raw loneliness, what pulled you into his orbit.

You were a fixer, and Javier was broken.

You were a puzzler, and Javier was a puzzle someone had tossed aside ― all the little pieces spread in disarray, unclassified, waiting to be put back together.

Question was, could he be fixed or was he shattered beyond repair?

Friday, 2nd October 1998

“Let me guess. One pumpkin spice latte and a slice of pumpkin cake?”

Javier’s sunglasses reflected the light off the ceiling, his eyes catching a sliver of it. His fingers drummed against the table, his pearly white teeth peeking through the brief smile his lips composed just for you.

“It’s almost like you already know me”, he jested, flattening the palm of his hand against the table and sliding it off until his fingers wrapped around the edge.

That simple motion had you in a trance for a second, your mind blank.

“I do know a few things about you.” It slipped off your tongue before you could refrain yourself.

Once you realised what you had just said, your eyes slightly widened, and you unconsciously chewed your bottom lip.

“Do you?” Javier tilted his head to one side, his kempt moustache wrinkling with curiosity.

You nodded slowly and he cocked a brow, enticing you to continue.

“I’ve noticed you like a routine, always showing up at the same time, ordering the same thing, sitting on the same table, the same chair. And I know you love fall, because why would you be ordering a pumpkin spice latte every Friday since mid-September? With two sugar cubes. And when you attack the cake, you first eat the frosting, then the rest. That’s weird.”

You could have left it there so you wouldn’t sound like a stalker, but once you started talking, you could not stop.

“I know you feel like something, or someone, is following you. I know you always keep an eye on the door, making sure the exit is clear. I know you never turn your back to it either ― and that’s probably why you are, many a times, reaching for a gun in your belt that is no longer there. I know that you are lonely, but that loneliness is self-imposed. I know you don’t like being touched.”

You had definitely paid Javier Peña too much attention. Your last words did not really sink in until Javier’s amused expression transformed into knitting brows and a fine line for lips.

Had you gone too far in your analysis? Why would you say all those things to a complete stranger? When your slip of tongue dawned on you, you covered your mouth, embarrassed of yourself.

“Sorry, I-I didn’t mean to… I just― I shouldn’t have said anything. I don’t know why―” Your words came out in a slurred rush, incoherent and unfinished sentences got stuck to the back of your throat through all that stammering.

He leaned back, his arm loosely draped around the empty chair to his right, near the window. Javier then clicked his tongue.

“Well, I had it coming. I did ask, didn’t I?” His reaction surprised you ― you really thought he was going to up and leave because of your insolence.

You let go a sigh of relief, followed by a nervous chuckle as you hugged the notebook close to your chest.

“Was I… too far off?” You ventured, biting down your bottom lip again. Maybe you shouldn’t push your luck.

Javier took a long minute to respond, his eyes scanning every square inch on your face, as if he was trying to assess whether he could confide in you or not. You found yourself hoping he did.

“No, not really.” He conceded, “I do love fall.”

That hint of mischief you saw a week ago twinkled in his eyes again. Under that sombre and stay-away-from-me bearing, there was another Javier. One who could be mischievous and fun. One that you had been itching to know since he first set foot on the café.

This time was your turn to slant your head to one side, crinkling your lips as you attempted to discern if you were wrong about the rest. Was he playing with you?

“And the rest?” You pushed out of curiosity, knowing full well you shouldn’t take such liberty.

Javier shrugged, his shoulders almost touching his ears. Was he trying to hide a smile?

“I do have one more thing to add to my order.” The change of subject told you he did not trust you that much.

A pinch of disappointment settled in your chest. But you knew you shouldn’t feel this way, you didn’t really know him. For all you knew, he could be a serial killer on the lookout for his next victim and being a DEA agent was just a cover.

“Oh, yes, sorry. What else would you like?” You concocted a smile, but this time it felt forced ― too tense on the corners of your mouth.

Your sight was fixed on your notepad, not daring to glance down at him again. If you had, you would have seen his look of confusion. But you didn’t.

“Another pumpkin spice latte.”

You could not hide your surprise, so inevitably you asked, “Are you waiting for someone today?”

As soon as that question abandoned your mouth, you wished it back, mortified at your audacity. It was none of your business. And you didn’t care. Of course you didn’t.

“Yeah, you. You finish your shift in” he looked at his wristwatch, “fifteen minutes, right?”

You were left gobsmacked. Of all the things you had imagined he would say, that would not be an option at all.

“Uh― Ah, y-yeah?”

“See, you’re not the only one who is observant ‘round here. I do know pumpkin spice latte is your favourite drink too.” Javier explained so matter-of-factly, it would have been impossible to correct him. And he was right, anyway. “So, what do you say?”

You had not really given him an answer and he was obviously waiting.

“Yeah. Yes, of course.” You repeated yourself, a wide smile smoothing out your lips, your cheeks slightly blushed. “I’d like that.”

Friday, 30th October 1998

Every Friday for the last four weeks had been exactly the same, and you couldn’t be happier about it.

Come ten past five, Javier would walk in through the door and sit down on the same table after his therapy session just a few blocks away. You would happily trot towards him, notebook on hand ― just a pleasantry, considering you knew his order by heart: two pumpkin spice lattes, one slice of pumpkin cake, two spoons. In fact, you had it written down before you reached him.

And then, every Friday, he would wait for the clock to mark half past five, coffee almost untouched and the cake slice still pristine on the plate. You would tell your teammates that you would be closing down and that they were free to go. You would rush through your tasks to get everything done before the clock read forty past five. A minute later the “Closed” sign would be hanging on the front door.

And then you would sit down with Javier, both lazily sipping away at your coffees and nibbling at the cake, while you shared your hopes, your fears, your ambitions, your struggles, your likes and dislikes, your pasts. His heavily charged with trauma and anguish, yours full of heartbreak and regrets.

You had learnt all about his time in Colombia ― the rise of the Medellin cartel, the fall of Pablo Escobar, the peak of the Cali cartel and the corruption deeply embedded in the Colombian government. And how it all shaped who he was now, how it all shattered him and his view of the world. All the things he had seen that still haunted him to this day, and how badly he wanted it all to go away. How gruesomely tortured he was by it all.

He had split himself open in front of you over the course of the last month, pouring his soul out while trying to detangle the mess his mind was in. And you could not help but feel for him, cry for and with him. His words had reached further down inside you than you were really aware of.

And while he was getting professional help for his PTSD, you liked to think that your long, deep conversations helped him interiorise part of the trauma, come to terms with it as much as he could. He had not said it out loud, not really thanked you either, but he didn’t need to ― you just knew.

You could not have refrained yourself from loving him even if you had tried. Over the course of the last few weeks, you had fallen for him with every detail you discovered about him. But your friendship had developed so quickly and so profoundly, you were afraid of ruining it. Ruining the only real connection you had felt in a long time.

It felt like the moment for love confessions was long gone ― it had slipped through your fingers without you even realising. And now it was too late to change it. Perhaps it was better this way ― you treasured Javier’s friendship more than anything else. You would not bargain with it, not if it meant there was a teeny tiny chance of losing him. You were not a gambler, not with the people you loved.

“I think you should pick up a camera again, see how it feels. Ignore what your parents have always told you for a moment. You don’t have to make a decision now, or ever, really.” Javier encouraged you, his palm flat against the surface, extended towards you, resting halfway through the table.

How badly you wanted to reach for him, to caress the back of his hand with your fingertips. But you didn’t.

“You’re right. It’s all I always wanted to do for a living. My job in finance, it was just their idea, really. They kept telling me that I’d die penniless on the side of a road if I chose photography as my career path.” You sighed, the spice of your coffee filling your sense of smell as you tipped the cup to your lips. “Do you have any plans for tomorrow?” You asked, an idea forming in your mind.

“No, I was just gonna help my dad on the farm.” Javier replied, a certain interest tinging his voice as he tilted his head ― his chocolate eyes holding your gaze as if it was a staring contest.

You had never met him outside the café, but you were friends. Surely there was nothing weird about meeting up with him tomorrow.

“Well, I was just thinkin’. Brought my camera and equipment when I moved. Tomorrow’s Halloween, could go to the pumpkin patch outside of town to take some pictures. I love taking pictures on fall, the colours are just beautiful. Would you want to join me?” A shy smile hovered over your lips, your heart slightly racing.

Javier’s eyes lingered on your face for an eternal second before he sipped at his coffee. Maybe you shouldn’t have asked ― you knew he didn’t feel comfortable with open spaces, not yet. He had told you about his panic attacks when he returned home and found himself in the open, exposed.

Suddenly, you felt so damn insensitive.

“Sorry, I know y―”

“I’d like that”, he cut you off before you could take the offer back.

Inevitably, your heart swelled, warmth pouring all over your body with his acceptance.

Saturday, 31st October 1998

The car’s door slammed behind you after you rummaged through the backseat to get your backpack. It was full to the brim, as you had taken a few of your lenses, a tripod, a flash you were positive you wouldn’t need, and a few other bits and bobs.

“Sorry!” You apologised as your head buried between your shoulders.

God forbid you made a dent on Javier’s sparkling new Toyota Camry. Well, you didn’t know if it was new, but the car was impeccable inside and out. You were relieved he had offered to pick you up, otherwise he would definitely have judged you for the state your car was in.

“‘S alright.” He muttered, but on the corner of your eye you saw him smoothing out his hand around the edge of the door, ensuring you had not damaged it. “What are you carrying there anyway? Looks like you’re goin’ campin’, pequeña (little one).”

You snickered, Javier by your side in the blink of an eye. So close you could almost feel the warmth he irradiated, even in the crispy, spooky air.

“Oh, ‘s nothing, just a few things here and there that I hope to use later. Might need your help though.” You looked at him askance, measuring his reaction to your petition.

“My help? Mhmm.” He mumbled, almost laconic.

“It’s not too bad. And your aviator sunglasses will come in handy.” You laughed at the confused expression in front of you. “I’m not spoiling it.”

Javier’s lopsided smile made a brief appearance, but it suddenly vanished.

A backfiring noise from an exhaust pipe a few yards away made him flinch, his whole body visibly tautened ― his posture went rigid, his eyes frantically searching his surroundings while his right hand flew to his belt in a vain attempt to grip a gun that wasn’t there.

And then you saw the panic building up in his shielded irises. Even through the yellow tint you watched them darken, so opaque his pupils were indistinguishable from the brown. You could swear he had stopped breathing too, because his chest had not budged one inch.

Quickly you realised what was happening ― the sound from the car nearby had triggered Javier, bringing him back to one of his nightmares. His fight-or-flight response was taking over him, his mind suddenly replaying his time back in Colombia.

When you wrapped your firm hand around his wrist, you could feel his wild pulse under your fingertips ― his heart was beating so hard, it seemed like it was looking for the way out of his torso.

“Javier,” you called his name, giving him a gentle squeeze. He did not respond. “Javi”, you raised your voice over the cacophony on the background, your fingers tighter around his wrist, jerking him close to you.

Slowly he turned to look at you, long eyelashes fluttering, and it took him a moment to gradually come out of his daze.

With your free hand you rubbed his left shoulder, the first time you had been this nigh.

“Hey, Javi, are you okay?” You whispered, his eyes slowly drifting down to your mouth, as he was trying to read your lips rather than listening to your words. “It’s okay, you’re back home. You’re safe. You’re here with me, in a pumpkin patch just outside of Laredo. You’re safe, Javi.” You reassured him in a low voice, the abbreviated version of his name falling from your lips like honey.

You hadn’t realised how scared you were for him until he finally breathed. So did you. Your heart was pounding. Then he nodded, and you thought you saw a sliver of embarrassment in his eyes.

You wanted to comfort him so bad, tell him it was fine to be vulnerable ― but words escaped you, your chest heavy with affliction. The only thing you could do was wrapping your arms around his neck and bring him in for a hug. It only took him a second to swathe your waist, his face partially buried in the crook of your neck.

A shivering sensation down your spine gave you goosebumps. It felt so good having him this close.

“I’m fine.” He hummed eventually, as you both took an unwilling step back.

“I’m sorry. Truly. If you think this is a bad idea, we can just go back.”

He shook his head no.

“No, it’s alright. Gotta push through it at some point. Rather do it with you than alone.” Your heart melted at his words, almost swooning for him.

A soft smile spread across your lips, palming his forearm again. You could not have enough of his touch, of how his skin felt under yours.

“But if at any point it gets to be too much, you’ll let me know. Promise?”

You stuck your pinky out in front of him, asking him to pinky promise he would.

He returned your smile with a devastating one of his own.

“Promise”, was his reply as his pinky wrapped around yours.

Then you both erupted in laughter.

For the next two hours you walked the whole patch together, taking as many pictures as your camera rolls would allow you. Luckily you brought more than one ― knowing yourself too well, you had brought three rolls.

“Hey, Javi! The golden hour is approachin’!”, you shouted at him, amplifying the volume of your voice by placing one hand on the side of your mouth.

Javier’s head poked out in between a humongous pile of an assortment of pumpkins. He went around it to be by your side in a couple of long strides.

“Is this where my aviator glasses come in handy?” He asked with a smidgen of inquisitiveness.

“Spot on. Come, follow me.” You curled your fingers to emphasize your words and you started walking towards a field further ahead.

It was isolated, the yellow grass up to knee height. There were some dead trees around, black branches peppered around the floor. Reaching towards your back, you untied the tripod from the side and set it up, taking your time, while Javi was right behind you.

“So you’re taking pictures of an empty field?” He asked, befuddled.

You just giggled as you knelt and settled your backpack down on the floor. Unzipped it and jumbled stuff around until you found what you were looking for. Snapping your tongue with delight, you pulled out two white bedsheets and a sunglasses case.

“Ha! Here they are!” You enthusiastically presented the objects to a confused Javi, his hands scrunching one of the bedsheets as you handed it to him.

“I don’t get it. You want me to make a bed out in the wilderness or somethin’?”

Shaking your head no, you laughed at his perplexity.

“No, you silly. We’re going to put them over our heads so we look like ghosts, like so.” And then you proceeded to demonstrate, covering yourself with the bedsheet.

Almost blindly, you took your sunglasses out of their case and placed them on the bridge of your nose and over the bedsheet.

“Voilà!” You extended your arms, showcasing your masterpiece to Javier.

You could barely see him through the linen, but his laughter reached your ears. You couldn’t help but smile wide as you grabbed one of the sides and pulled it up to uncover your face.

“I want you to do the same. I’ll set a timer on the camera, and we run over there.” You pointed to a space between some fallen trunks. “And then we just do some silly poses.”

“…Okay?” The hesitation in his voice was faked, because you could see a grin pinching the corners of his mouth.

“Trust me, it’ll look great. I’m a visionnaire!” You said with confidence as you turned around and set the timer. “Go, come on, run!”

You both sprinted to the specific spot you had directed your camera at, and quickly covered yourselves with the bedsheets. Laughing out loud, you both put the sunglasses over your faces and started posing while the camera clicked away at timed intervals.

Back to back with arms folded; one sitting down on the trunk while the other stood up behind; both hiding behind some dead trees with your heads sticking out; just staying still and very straight looking at the lens.

Even Javi got into it by the end, suggesting a few poses of his own occurrence.

You both were having so much fun, cackling so loud, you had tears pouring over your waterlines. You even bent at your waist, hands against your knees, while you tried to catch a breath. Javi was by your side chortling like a kid without a worry in the world.

You pulled the sheet off you and Javi followed suit. You could tell he also had teared up and that tugged at your heart.

“I wish we could see them now, but we’ll have to wait until I develop them.”

You stepped forward to get to the camera, but you tripped with the bedsheet. Clumsy as always, you waved your arms in a vain attempt to regain balance, and failed ― the grass on the ground hurrying towards your face, or, well― quite the opposite.

When you thought you were going to hit the floor, Javi’s broad hand clasped around your elbow and pushed you up, until your chest flushed with his. His mouth was so close to yours, his lips agape and so inviting, you licked your bottom one as you gauged the situation.

“You okay, pequeña?” His voice was just a hush in the confines of your mind.

Unable to speak due to his proximity, you just nodded as your eyes locked on his. This time there were no sunglasses covering his beautiful orbs ― giving you the opportunity to look into the abyss. His abyss. One you had been wanting to jump into for as long as you had known him.

His free hand rested on the small of your back, pressing you into him while his lips were dangerously close to yours. You could smell the hints of tobacco, the old spice, the sandalwood, all of it hijacking your senses.

Something passed between you two. Something that had been there for a while now; something you had not allowed yourself to see.

Too scared to ruin the friendship you so much cherished. Too frightened to have your heart broken again. Too afraid to make a move and be rejected.

But you didn’t need to.

Javier did.

In slow motion, he bowed his head down until his soft, warm lips ghosted yours. A light caress that made your heart jump a beat. And then he pressed them sweetly against your parted mouth, his tongue testing the waters between your teeth as you let him in.

Draping your arms around his neck, you kissed him fondly, tenderly, with all the love you had been stockpiling for a while. With his hands now on your hips, his thumbs gently rubbed the skin under your tee shirt, while your fingers raked through his hair.

And then, in the background, a clicking sound, then a flash. The kiss came to an end, not without Javi leaving a few chaste pecks on your lips before your mouths untangled.

You pressed your right cheek on his chest, eyeing the camera, and chuckled.

“It’s been taking pictures the whole time.” You told him, looking up at him with your chin against his sternum.

“Good. I’d like to have a memento of this moment, pequeña”, Javi cooed as he leaned back down to press another kiss.

“That makes two of us.” You purred, smiling into his mouth before his tongue sought yours again.

The distant howl of a wolf breached the haziness of the kiss and interrupted you. Only then, you realised that the sun had set down a while ago, and a red moon dominated the sky. The atmosphere was rather eerie, almost spooky.

“There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.” You quoted a sentence you had read once. “So maybe the moon has howled, and not a wolf?” That was your attempt at staying here, in your perfect, tiny bubble, a little bit longer.

Javi smiled, brushing his lips against yours.

“I rather not find out. Let’s head back, pequeña.”

He grabbed your hand, your fingers laced together, and pulled you towards the camera, him walking one step ahead of you.

One last click captured the final moment as you both sauntered towards it, hands intertwined, and Javi looking over his shoulder right at you.

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Writing Notes: Herbs, Spices & Seasoning

Herbs and spices can add flavor and variety to your food.

Use a little at first, then add more when you are sure you like the flavor.

To substitute dry herbs for fresh, use ¼ teaspoon powder or 1 teaspoon crushed for 1 tablespoon fresh chopped herbs. Some herbs and spices are expensive.

You might want to buy only a few of the less expensive herbs and spices you will use.

Herbs and spices lose flavor and can spoil or get buggy if kept in the cupboard longer than a year.

If you use herbs and spices slowly, buy small containers, or store them in the freezer.

Uses of Herbs, Spices & Seasonings

Allspice - A mixture of cinnamon, nutmeg and cloves. Use in fruit desserts, pumpkin pie, apple cider, cakes, cookies, chicken, beef and fish dishes.

Basil - Tomato and egg dishes, stews, soups and salads

Bay leaves - Tomato dishes, fish and meat dishes

Celery seed - Juices, soups, salads, vegetables, pot roasts, poultry, rolls and biscuits

Chili powder - Chili, bean and rice dishes

Chives - Potato dishes, soups, dips and sauces

Cilantro - Latin American, Indian and Chinese dishes, salsa, stir fries, (Coriander leaves) legume or rice salads, hot cooked rice, grilled chicken or fish, or a dish of ripe tomatoes. Use fresh if possible.

Cinnamon - French toast, fruit and fruit salads, sweet potatoes, pumpkin and squash, puddings and apple desserts, ham or pork chops

Cloves - Whole cloves on ham or pork roast; ground cloves to season pear or apple desserts, beets, beans, tomatoes, squash and sweet potatoes

Coriander seed - Middle Eastern dishes, spice cakes and cookies, soups, roast pork and salad dressing

Cumin - Mexican, Middle Eastern and Indian dishes; beef and lamb, dry bean dishes, marinades, chili and tomato sauces; ingredient in curry powder

Dillweed - Tuna or salmon salad, potato salad, pickles, dips and sauces

Garlic - Mexican, Italian and Oriental dishes and in salad dressings; can be used fresh or dried, minced or powder

Ginger (fresh) - Oriental dishes, marinades for chicken or fish, fruit salad, dressings

Ginger (ground) - Gingerbread, spice cake, pumpkin pie, poultry or meat, soups, stews, stuffing, squash, sweet potatoes

Ground peppers: black, Cayenne & white pepper - Meats, casseroles, vegetables and soups

Italian seasoning - A mixture of marjoram, oregano, basil and rosemary; use in Italian dishes such as spaghetti

Marjoram - Egg and cheese dishes, meats, fish, poultry and vegetables

Mint - Fruit salads and fruit soups, melon, berries, cold fruit beverages, cooked carrots or peas, chilled yogurt soup, lamb, tabbouleh

Mustard - Sauces for meat and fish, in marinades, salad dressings, chutneys, pickles and relishes

Nutmeg - Cooked fruits, pies and desserts, baked items, spinach, sweet potatoes, eggnog and French toast

Onion - Any dish where onion flavor is desired; can be used fresh or dried (minced or powder)

Oregano - Italian dishes, chili, omelets, beef stew, meat loaf, pork and vegetables such as broccoli or tomatoes

Parsley - Meat, soup or vegetable dishes; adds color

Paprika - Stew, chicken, fish, potatoes, rice and hard-cooked eggs

Rosemary - Egg dishes, meats, fish, soups and stews, and vegetables

Thyme - Fish, poultry or meats, in soups or stews, vegetable salads

If these writing notes help with your poem/story, do tag me. Or send me a link. I'd love to read them!

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Words Like Honey 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, power dynamic, age gap, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Lee Bodecker, Ransom Drysdale (Professor AU)

Summary: it’s hard making friends at college, but you might just be looking in the wrong places.

Part of the Bad Professors AU

Note: Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all. 

You arrange your carefully iced cupcakes on the platter and smile at them. You love cooking and baking and everything edible. A kitchen is a place where you know what you’re doing. Where you have a voice. You spent all night mixing, beating, and carefully decorating. 

All that joy is muddled in the chaos. Behind the table, you are overwhelmed by the voices behind you. It’s good! It means that your fundraiser is a success and your hard work isn’t for not. 

You turn and put down the fresh platter of cupcakes. You give a start as the man across from you says your name. 

“Thought that was you, puddin’,” he drawls. 

“Lee! You made it.” 

“I won’t lie and say I didn’t let class out early to be here,” he chuckles.

“You didn’t have to do that. Oh, I can’t believe you remembered.” You only mentioned the bake sale in passing. Your efforts to fund the new classroom stand mixer aren’t all glamourous. 

“Course I did,” he smiles, “even brought a friend--” he pauses and looks around, “now where’s that twerp gone?” He growls as he searches the rush in the Student Centre. “Mm, he’ll find his way back. Like a cat.” He shrugs and faces you again. “Now, what am I lookin’ at here, sugar?” 

You smile and point to the first row, “strawberries and cream, this one’s oreo smore,” you go down the columns, “blueberry cheesecake bites, and my favourite, cinnamon roll muffins.” 

“All look delicious,” he licks his lips but when you look up, his eyes are on you. “Can I get two of each, please and thank ya.” 

“Oh, wow, uh, sure.” 

“Gotta share,” he tuts and puts his hand on his lip as cranes to peer around again. “Darn it, where--” 

“Bodecker,” another man struts up, a thin scarf hanging down over his rustic orange jacket. “There you are. “ 

“Told ya I was headin’ over to the sweets. Where’d you get lost?” Lee accuses. 

You focus on putting the cupcakes gently in a box. The other man chuckles, amused. He hums and you glance up as he watches you. His eyes flick down to the table. 

“Saffron, this is my friends--” 

“Colleague,” the other man corrects with a tint of humour in his tone. “Ransom. Professor Drysdale, actually.” 

“Ransom’s fine,” Lee insists, “she made ‘em herself.” 

“Not all of them. Joseph did the brownies and squares,” you point behind you, “and Angela did the cake.” 

“Do you have a permit?” Ransom asks. 

You blink in confusion. 

“Ignore him,” Lee elbows his side. “He’s teasin’ ya.” 

He takes out his wallet and counts out the bills, “how much then.” 

“Well it’s three dollars each and you have eight,” you slide the box over, “that’s twenty-four--” 

“It’s a fundraiser, ain’t it?” He offers a fifty, “keep the change, will ya?” 

“Oh, sir,” you stare at the bill. “That’s, erm, very generous.” 

“Not at all. Goin’ to a good cause,” he winks. 

You accept the bill and push it into your apron pocket to add to the lock box. 

“You got cheesecake?” Ransom interjects. The other man looks irritated by his interruption. 

“Sure, Angela made cherry, classic New York, salted caramel, oh and... erm, pumpkin swirl.” 

“I’ll have cherry,” he says. 

“That’s cherry, please,” Lee growls. 

Ransom laughs again, “please.” He mimics the other's southern lilt. He gets a grumble in return. 

“My friend ain’t got manners. Born with a silver spoon down his throat,” Lee shakes his head. 

“I’ll get that cake,” you assure him and step away. You get another box and pack up a slice. You bring it back with a bamboo fork. “Here you go.” 

It’s sweltering as both men focus on you. You hand over the box and Ransom holds out his payment. You take the hundred and gasp as you unfold it. “Keep the change,” he says. 

“Sir, the cake’s only four dollars.” 

“That’s fine,” he insists. “Good cause or whatever.” 

Lee sends him a look, “well that’s mighty kind.” 

“I’m a nice guy, Bodecker.” Ransom scoffs. 

You just keep smiling as the edges of your vision crowd with people and the chatter itches your ears. You brace the table and take a deep breath. You blink and the fog clears. Focus. They’re both staring at you. 

“Well, thank ya, puddin’, we’ll certainly enjoy these, won’t we?” He nudges the other man. 

“Sure,” Ransom smirks. “Come on, I got a thing.” 

“It’s your thing,” Lee grumbles and waves with three fingers, “we’ll see ya ‘round, then.” 

“Bye, Lee,” you chime, “and, er, Professor Drysdale.” 

The other man’s lips curve deeper before he turns away. He strides ahead of Lee who peeks back at you one last time. You keep your smile and turn to the next person in line. 

“Can I have some of the lemon meringue square?” The girl points, “is that what it is?” 

“Oh, sure, yeah, it’s lemon you answer. 

“Erm, do you... do you have suggestions? The lemon’s for me but I... I wanted to get some for a friend. Um, maybe a brownie too?” 

“Sure,” you nod as she shows her teeth sheepishly. You see yourself in her. And her teddy bear bag is especially cute. You box up her goods and put them down. 

“I hope you don’t mind change,” she counts out from a change purse. 

“Not at all,” you assure her. “I love that bag.” 

“Really? I made it. The teddy bear used to be part of a blanket,” she shows off the fuzzy fur of the bear. 

“Wow, that’s awesome,” you say as you take her change. 

“You made all this? I always liked baking,” she says. 

“Some of it. Only took all night,” you reply. 

“So cool. My dorm’s too small to bake...” 

“Aww, that’s... too bad,” you say. You hesitate as she takes the box. Before she can turn away, you stop her. “Hey, um, my name’s Saffron. If you ever wanna make something, I get access to the kitchen in the culinary building. Just a thought.” 

“Really? That’s so cool,” she brightens up and the shaking in her hands stop. “Okay. Oh...” she frowns. “I’m Mauve. Nice to meet you.” 

She holds out her free hand. You shake it, amused by the gesture. She’s sweet and you have another friend to add to the count. On your own age! 

[imtryingbuck]

I'm sorry

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

I’m sorry.

Summary: Readers the daughter of Tony Stark.

Word count: 1091

Warning: Angst, I’m sorry. Tony’s not a good dad – again im sorry. Death.

Masterlist

Being the product of a one night stand was something I was always embarrassed about. It was one night, one night he spent with a woman he barely knew or remembered the name of and nine months later I was born. When I was 6 my mum married a man who after a year gave her the ultimatum, me or him. She chose him so I had to go and live with a man I met a couple of times. I loved it at first but slowly became numb to living with him. Being the daughter of Tony Starks greatest mistake was bittersweet.

~~~

“For God sake Y/N stop asking! You know I won’t be able to. I’m busy”

“I-Im sor-“

“Get out!”

“Tony don’t shout please I’ve got a headache”

“Sorry Pep”

I ran back to my room with tears rolling down my cheeks. All I wanted was him to come to my school to watch the play I was in.

~~~

“Dad can-“ 

“Not now pumpkin I’m busy with Pepper”

“Bu-“

“No Y/N this is important. Go and bother Nat or Wanda”

Dejected I went back to my room to blow out the candles neatly placed on my own birthday cake I had made.

~~~

“H-hi dad I was wondering if you could come to my class to tal-?”

“I can’t pumpkin I’m going to be busy”

“O-oh okay”

~~~

“Dad can you come to my lacrosse game next week? I’ll be starting”

“Of course pumpkin, wouldn’t miss it”

“R-r-really?”

“Umhuh”

The night of the game I was ecstatic, at the start of the game he hadn’t arrived but put it down to him finding somewhere to park. I’d won the final goal, I wasn’t even bothered by my teams’ reactions, I just wanted to see my dad’s. Turns out he was busy having dinner with the team.

I gave up trying to get my dads attention after that.

~~~

Pacing the hallway of his office I gathered all the courage I could muster to raise my hand and knock on the door. 

“Come in”

“Hi dad I was just wondering if me and you could go to this new restaurant in town, and well you see I need to talk to you about something important” I rushed out before he could interrupt which is something he loves to do with me.

“Slow down pumpkin, when?” He chuckles.

“Tonight, if possible?”

“Of course darling”

“O-oh okay meet you outside common room at 6?”

“I’ll be there”

For the rest of the day I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. I cleaned my room, showed and got dressed. I made my way to the common room where I came to a halt.

“Going out with the family to have a lovely dinner at the new restaurant in town” Tony’s face was bright as he looked at Pepper, Peter and Morgan. 

I was standing there watching them go into the elevator, frozen. I could feel eyes on me and that’s when I looked to see the Avengers looking at me with pity in their eyes. Before anyone could say anything, I turned on my heels and walked back to my room. I’m ashamed to admit I cried.

Months had gone by with little to no interaction with my father, the times we did talk it was awkward and uncomfortable for the both of us.

~~~

“-I’m really sorry Miss Stark-“ the doctors lips continued to move but it felt like I was under water and his words were muffled, I simply nodded along. Scrambling out of the chair I made a beeline towards the entrance of the hospital desperately needing fresh air. I tried ringing my dad but to no surprise he didn’t answer.

Numbly walking back to the tower, the realisation of how alone I truly was hit hard. And with the truth swarming around my head, I just couldn’t hold the tears at bay anymore. Maybe an hour had past when I finally wiped my tears and continued the walk back home.

There were screams of joy and excitement when I arrived, ‘happy birthday’ banners and balloons surrounded every corner of the place. Since I hasn’t even been invited to Morgan’s birthday party I headed straight to my room as soon as I hit the bed I was out like a light.

The following week past in a blur but for everyone around me they didn’t see anything different about me. Surprisingly it was Tony that realised something wasn’t quite right.

“What’s going on with you Y/N? You’ve been walking around this place like a zombie” 

“Why do you care?”

“What do you mean? I’m your dad”

I couldn’t help the roll my eyes did. “Sure”

“Don’t talk to me like tha-“

“I’m dying dad, got a few weeks left in me so just please continue to leave me alone.” The whole room had fallen silence at my confession. I couldn’t stand looking at my dad opening and closing his mouth like a goddam fish, so I turned around and walked straight out.

~~~

“Tony, Tony we found her! Hurry up” Steve was panting whilst trying to get Tony off the floor. 

The jet hovered just inches off the moss-covered ground when Tony opened the door and leapt out. He ran straight to the cabin that once belonged to his father. Knocking the door down he searched the small home for his daughter, when he came to the closed bedroom door his heart hammering in his chest, his hands trembled with every breath. The team stood behind slightly to the right of him all wearing the same expression. Nervous with a slight look of hope.

The creak of the hinges revealed his oldest daughter laying in the bed. Tony was never a religious man but in that moment, he was begging to God that his baby girl was just asleep as he took tiny steps towards the bed. 

The team waited with bated breath for Tony and you to emerge from the room. That was until they heard the heartbreaking cries and pleading from a broken man. They bowed their heads and wept.

It had been hours since Tony had found you, he held you close to his chest crying and begging you to wake up. “I’m so sorry I f-failed you my pump-pkin, please come back! I’m sorry. Please. I love you. I’m sorry I let you down time and time again my pumpkin”

Tony’s life was never the same after the loss of his greatest accomplishment.

~ banners credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

[echoweaver]

HalloweenScones Birthday Cakes Connected

Behold the power of procrastination! While I was trying to work on issues arising from @salty-sweet-ren's lovely playtest video of my Warriors mod, I instead converted more cakes to CustomCakeConnector!

These cakes require Custom Cake Connector.

...which in turn requires CCLoader

These beautiful recolors are by HalloweenScones at Teatime for Sims. If you want the originals, the links in the post are broken, but there are follow-up links to mediafire in the comments that are still active.

Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Birthday Cake

"Lightly spiced pumpkin cake with chocolate chips and a cream cheese frosting"

In addition to the purchase version, this includes a recipe book to bake it. Ingredients: Egg, Pumpkin, Cocoa.

(NOTE: if you do not have an ingredient, it will just not appear in the recipe. There's always a base game ingredient.)

Download at SFS.

Fanciful Evening Birthday Cake

"A soft lavender frosting hides a startling chocolate and white chocolate orange cake with orange buttercream."

Includes recipe book with ingredients: Licorice, Orange, Cocoa (Egg substituted if Licorice is not present.)

Download at SFS.

Summer Berry Rainbow Birthday Cake

"Vibrant vanilla cake with fresh strawberry sweet whipped cream frosting"

Includes recipe book with ingredients: Egg, Strawberry, Fruit

Download at SFS

Green Tea Ice Cream Birthday Cake

"Green tea ice cream with a chocolate crumble hidden under a cherry frosting - eat it fast!"

This NOT include a recipe. It's supposed to be an ice cream cake, and I don't have a cooking process for that. So this cake is purchase only.

Download at SFS

Another note: I have used a few models from store content (Baker's Station and Bohemian Fruits and Nuts) in the cooking processes for the recipes. If you don't have that content, everything should still work. That item just won't appear. Missing items on the cutting board tend to appear as black spheres.

[pumpkinheadspacestation]

Agere Age Guide

2 years version

Hello, pumpkins! This is the second post in a thread of posts I'm making! You can find the first post here, I accidentally posted it to my alt account but the rest of the posts will be posted on this page. I also want to preface this by saying that not everything I'm saying here is going to apply to everyone and each and every person who regresses or dreams will follow these traits and stuff!

Okay, now to the post!

Traits and Behaviors!

☠︎︎This is about the time that babies start to get up and play around, small jumps, walking, bouncing and maybe even some small sprints

☠︎︎Babies this age are starting to like playing with other babies and parallel play could be really fun at this age, they may have trouble sharing though so make sure to have enough eye grabbing toys for all the babies

☠︎︎This is also the age where babies may start to throw more tantrums and have bigger feeling, they naturally want to test the boundaries at this age and they don't like being told no. They're also going to be a bit more bossy and want their way.

☠︎︎Since this is the time they're starting to have bigger mood swings and test the boundaries, that may result in having big reactions which may be aggressive, they may hit, yell, throw tantrums or even hurt themselves to try and cope with their big emotions

☠︎︎They may mostly use hand gestures but they're starting to babble a lot more and mimic language

Activities to do With Your Baby

☠︎︎This is a great age to play a lot of simple puzzle games and games to practice motor skills, patty cake is a great game to play with your baby and so is playing with toys like stacking blocks and ring-stack toys

☠︎︎Pretend play, these babies are growing up fast! They want to be just like cg. Playing dolls and stuffed animals, putting them to bed and feeding them is a great way to spend time with your baby

☠︎︎This is a great time for parallel play, though babies won't always feel interested or know how to play together, they still love to interact with each other and play together to some degree and parallel play is a great fun for babies this age

☠︎︎New textures and sounds are extremely interesting to babies in their two's! Playing with new textures like sand, slime, dirt and more can be super fun for these babies!

Foods and Recipes

These tinies are starting their food journey, they're starting to upgrade from baby foods and apple sauce to solid fruits and hard cereals!

This is one of those things that's very individualized to each regressor! I can tell you what this age range usually likes to snack on but you should ask your tiny what they like either way.

☠︎︎String cheese and yogurts

☠︎︎Cut up fresh fruits

☠︎︎Dry cereals like honey nut Cheerios and fruit loops

☠︎︎Oatmeal

☠︎︎Eggs and tasty proteins

Babies in their two's are starting their palate expanding journey, usually it's best to stay away from super strong flavors and stick to mild and bland flavors. Younger taste buds are much stronger than adult taste buds so when your regressor was a bio baby, they most-likely had blander foods so giving them some mild and bland snacks can be a comforting factor t their baby space

Shows and Movies

Again, this is one of those things that are super individualized to each and every baby! So still be sure to ask your baby what they like to watch either way! Some shows and movies two-year-olds like to watch are

☠︎︎Doc Mc Stuffins

☠︎︎Bluey

☠︎︎Storybots

☠︎︎Bubble Guppies

☠︎︎Octonauts

☠︎︎Peppa pig

☠︎︎Pete the cat

☠︎︎Mickey mouse

☠︎︎Disney movies are super great for babies this age two, the vibrant colors and animated voices are sure to keep their attention. Though with some discourse involving Disney has come up, I know a lot of people have stopped using Disney plus. You can still find some amazing shows and mov.ies on places like Netflix, Pbs kids, nickelodeon, and more!

Potty Time for the Terrible Twos

Generally, kiddos are using the potty on their own anywhere from 1.5 - 3 years old but that doesn't mean that kiddos older or younger may deviate from that. There's good info Here about how to properly diaper someone and what products to use

This is also a great video on how to diaper yourself if you're a baby who does their own diapy changes.

Know Your Baby

You're going to want to know and talk to your regressor before they regress with you! The only way you'll be happy with each other is talking about boundaries and the best way to cat or to each other's needs beforehand. Having the awkward conversations are hard but necessary

I hope this helped! Like I said before, not all these things will apply to all regressors in the 2 year range. If you have any questions, go ahead and feel free to drop a comment or shoot me a message

[cherry-pop-elf]

BAKING WITH THE WEASLEY SIBLINGS

William ‘Bill’

Since he is the eldest, he had to do a lot of cooking with his parents. He was a victim of ‘third parent’ syndrome. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t find comfort in baking. It still fills a void in his heart when cooking and baking. His favorite thing to make, with you, is something he learned in Egypt. Baklava. It’s super airy, and the right amount of sweet. Given being partially turned has made his senses heighten, it makes for a good treat to share with you and his siblings. It’s nice to do normal things, when your life is so abnormal. He also learned to make some mean meat pies. Just know not to ask a slice on the full moon. That shit is raw. Thats what you get for dating a curse breaking werewolf. Eh. More protein never hurts in a diet, most of the time

Charlie

As the second oldest, he also had to do a lot of baking as well. There is also the fact that being a Dragonologist has left him fending for himself in the wild. So he’s had to get pretty creative if he wants something sweet. Hey. He’s a Weasley. They are famous for being creative. A treat he enjoys is Romanian Dessert Salami. Though, often times he uses the term liberally and often makes a rather fruity bread roll instead. Gotta use what ya got! Also, hope you are prepared to see him using his wand a lot for cooking. Don’t have much when chasing dragons. It is rather fascinating to learn how to make desserts from so little. Your little adventure man

Percy

Being the third child, you would think he wouldn’t be as responsible as his older siblings. You are wrong. The moment the two older brothers were out the door, it was his turn. Desserts were never a passion of his, so he’s not the best at it. But he won’t deny the fact he can make a mean pie. It’s a secret talent he has. You can count on him to make any pie your heart desires. He won’t say it out loud, but making pies is very therapeutic to him. He has a pie for each sibling even. Bill is meat, Charlie is mixed berries, Fred is Chocolate while George is Peanut butter, Ron is Pumpkin, and Ginny is Peach. Him? …..What was your favorite type of pie again~?

Fred

Fred isn’t really much of a baker. He’s more of the cooking type. You are better off seeing him make breakfast, despite being a night owl, compared to making any desserts. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t find his loopholes. Like how Percy is great with pies, Fred is amazing with Bread. Fred Bread! As proxy, he has his siblings favorite bread types memorized. Bill likes dark chocolate types, Charlie likes anything with berries, Percy is rather boring with banana, he loves grape while George will like orange, Ron likes hers with some pumpkin, and Ginny is the cinnamon type. Expect plenty of fresh bread with him. He’s got you covered

George

He IS the baker in the family. Who do you think brought up the idea of selling bake goods at WWW? He can, and will, bake ANYTHING! He has everyone’s favorite treats memorized. He is constantly handing out free samples to kids. He WILL find an excuse to bake. You want cookies? Hot and fresh from the oven. It’s three am and you want a cake? It’s now four am and you got a cake. He IS the baker. He loves to bake so much, and is always making sure the shop has fresh supply. If you can’t ever find him anywhere, follow your nose to the kitchen. He’s got something in the works. For someone!

Ron

Like Fred, he’s not really a baker. He’s a cooker. Doesn’t mean he can’t make a dessert if he has to. He’s become pretty good at making tarts, custards, and puddings. Very much comfort food. Something he picked up again when going to school with Harry. Given, ya know, the Dursleys. He won’t lie, it was also a cheap way to flirt with Hermione without breaking his wallet. Funny thing is she was never one for such desserts. Now she can’t get enough. He makes those comfort foods with a lot of heart, and is willing to make them if you have a bad day. He does get a bit anxious when cooking around other people, but he warms up eventually.

Ginny

Like Fred and Ron, she doesn’t really bake either. She was the baby of the family, after all. She does, however, like to make cookies for her team. There is something so nice about having a warm cookie after a cold rainy day of Quidditch practice. Helps that you convinced her to pick up the habit again. She likes to make cookies with fruit in them. To try and have them on the healthier side, given she’s an athlete. So a tart cookie is a good cookie to her. It’s simple, basic, and quick, but nothing wrong with that. A quickly made cookie, with love, is better than a drawn out dessert of labor. It’s also easy to blame her love of fruity desserts on Charlie. She’s the baby girl in an army of boys. She picked up some habits

[jessilynallendilla]

Dylan Hollis Baking Quotes Without Context Part 7

“There’s a few things in this world that I don’t understand, like salad spinners!” 

“Eww evaporated milk.” “Shut your mouth Johnny, it’s the Depression. You’re lucky you’re not licking plaster off the walls.” 

“I have a nine inch here should work.” 

“Smells like eggs but at Goodwill.” 

“Ten bucks it comes out an omelet.” 

“Good lord! I don’t suggest fresh eggs!” 

“Lovely squares of cardboard and sawdust” 

“What do you all like in the south? “Butter!” “Anything else?” “Butter!” “Okay...” “Butter!” “Is it just-” “Butter!” 

“Two cups of pi-khans. I used to say pecans before I was bludgeoned with a shoe in New Orleans Louisiana. I now say pi-khan.” 

“Whose grandma is out rubbing stuff?” 

“Liquid toothache.” 

“Pie of the summer right here!” ominous thunderclap 

“That took a turn. Bit of a question of ethics.” 

“The rejected offcuts of your car’s leather seats.” 

“Bake at 300 until you notice the stench.” 

“It’s rather like carpet glue and beef.” 

“It’s written like a warning.” 

“Just let that fester.” 

“This is not for the impatient. Or for those near death.” 

“Looks like something the cat brought up.” 

“One mustn't fear gelatin, just work quickly and don't let it sense your dread.” 

“Start with 30 ounces of Navy Beans. Oh God.” 

“And save your bean juice for something deplorable.” 

“This is the worst thing I've ever seen” 

“You ever just want sweet milky beans?” 

“It’s a pumpkin pie if the pie were meaty.” 

Shows cake resembling an anus “She’s puckered up a bit.” 

“It’s a mammary” 

“This one’s French,” drops on floor “It’s giving up, what a surprise.” 

[jadeshifting]

🫀 SHIFTMAS

day 21. WHAT CHRISTMAS TREATS ARE YOU BAKING IN YOUR DR? are you rolling out gingerbread dough and decorating them with icing? baking buttery mince pies or indulgent yule logs? who’s helping, and who’s sneaking bites when you’re not looking?

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baking occupies most of a weekend around the holidays, where my connections and Lorenzo’s goodwill with the Hufflepuffs gets us more access to the kitchens than usual. the smell of sugar and melting chocolate fills the air, and while Lorenzo, Millicent and Blaise are helping to bake, i’m pretty sure those like Pansy, Mattheo, and definitely Theo only stick around to steal what they can

— PEPPERMINT & CHOCOLATE CAULDRON CAKES . rich chocolate cakes shaped like bubbling cauldrons, filled with molten peppermint ganache

— FROSTED SNOWFLAKE SUGAR WANDS . thin sugar cookies enchanted to sparkle like real snowflakes, iced in shimmering silver and frosty blue

— GINGERBREAD ANIMALS . forget houses—my gingerbread game is all about little enchanted familiars: cats, owls, snakes, and toads that wiggle their sugar-dusted tails. (Thyra’s likeness, of course, gets pride of place)

— YULETIDE BERRY TARTELETS . bite-sized tarts filled with spiced berry compote and topped with enchanted sugared holly leaves

— SPICED HOT COCOA BOMBS . i handcraft emerald and silver cocoa bombs, infused with a hint of cinnamon and cardamom. pop one into hot milk, and bam—a swirl of festive flavor with glittering marshmallow snakes

— STAINED GLASS COOKIES . butter cookies with “windows” of melted sugar in jewel-toned reds and greens, charmed to glimmer faintly under candlelight. they’re almost too pretty to eat—almost

— VELVET YULE LOG ROLL . a decadent chocolate sponge rolled with peppermint cream filling, dusted with enchanted powdered sugar that sparkles like fresh snow

— FIREWHISKY-SPIKED FRUIT MINCE PIES . mini pies filled with dried fruits and a dash of Firewhisky, perfect for warming up after a snowball fight. a sprinkle of powdered sugar adds just enough sweetness to balance it out

— LEMON LAVENDER MOON BISCUITS . dainty crescent-shaped biscuits infused with bright lemon and floral lavender, iced in pale pastel hues

— DARK CHOCOLATE GANACHE TART . a sleek, no-nonsense tart with rich, silky ganache and a hint of sea salt. i decorate it with gold-leaf accents and edible star charms for that added sparkle

— BUTTERBEER BLONDIES . chewy blondies infused with butterscotch and Butterbeer syrup, topped with a drizzle of caramel and enchanted snowflake sprinkles

— ELDERFLOWER MERINGUES . feather-light meringues enchanted to shimmer faintly, flavored with elderflower and a hint of lemon

— VANILLA CARDAMOM CRESCENT SCONES . soft, buttery scones with just a whisper of warm spice, shaped into crescents and dusted with snowy sugar

— TRUFFLE ORBS . glittery chocolate truffles in flavors like spiced orange, dark raspberry, and salted caramel, each wrapped in edible silver foil

— CRANBERRY PISTACHIO BISCOTTI . crunchy biscotti studded with ruby-red cranberries and emerald pistachios, perfect for dipping into enchanted hot cocoa

— CARAMELIZED PEAR & ALMOND GALETTE . rustic but elegant, this flaky pastry is topped with spiced caramelized pears and slivered almonds, then baked to golden perfection. a little earthy, a lot luxurious

— EMERALD FIZZ MACARONS . pale green macarons filled with champagne-infused buttercream, topped with edible glitter

— MIDNIGHT CHOCOLATE-DIPPED SHORTBREAD . rich shortbread cookies half-dipped in dark chocolate and sprinkled with gold dust

— FROSTED PUMPKIN MOONCAKES . mini mooncakes filled with spiced pumpkin custard, their intricate patterns iced in snowy white

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[reodashi]

BNHA Smells

M.list

...

Deku - Smells like Spreamint and Lime, it's not strong... But subtle freshness.

Bakugo - He's evil... Unintentionally. He Smells so good, like cinnomin rolls and cookies, but he hates when people get too close.

Todoroki - Subtle lavender from his clothes, and subtle vanilla from his shampoo.

Kirishima - Axe... I love him... But it's axe body spray 100%

Iida - Fresh books, pencils, and oddly cranberries... No one asks why though.

Denki - Probably the second best smelling guy in 1-A, Smells like pumpkin spice and Apple cider... He's aware of it too.

Sero - Very subtle Smells, not strong at all... But vague fresh bread scent.

Uraraka - You know she smells good, she smells like berries, frosting, and candy.

Asui - Grass... It's not bad though. She just smells like fresh cut grass.

Momo - Fancy ass perfume, costed her like 200 bucks just to smell vaguely like vanilla and cocoa powder.

Jiro - I mean this in the best possible way, but basement... Not grungy or gross, but just that nice rustic smell basements give.

Tokoyami - He got a candle named 'Death' which smells of blackberries and coconut. He's emo and berrylicious.

Shoji - Bamboo, Campfires, and Rain... All depending on the day.

Ojiro - Freshly vacuumed carpet, and if he's felling fancy he uses citrus body wash.

Hagakure - Fruity cereals, strawberry milk, and occasionally hazelnuts.

Aoyama - Everyone say it with me! 👏 Jasmine👏 Starbucks👏 and cake batter👏

Sato - Duh, flour, cake, fresh pastries, and Gingerbread.

Koda - This one is hard... He either smells like a summer garden or farm hay...

Mineta - B.O. which he says is his natural musk. And sometimes tries to hide it with axe.

Aizawa - Apple pie, fireplaces, and fresh blankets. He Smells cozy.

Allmight - He Smells like pubs... Even though he doesn't got there often... He also smells a bit like blood.

Endeavor - He Smells like charcoal, gasoline, and arrogance. He Smells like he tries to hard, which is ironic since he didn't even try hard to become #1 hero since it was just handed to him after Allmight. 👀 And never tried hard to be a good dad👀

Present Mic - He Smells like fresh technology, you know when you unbox a phone and it smells similar to a fresh phone... It's like that.

Miss Midnight - She smells like Jasmine, aphrodiacs, and rose petals... Very flirty scents.

Nezu - Hamster food and coffee... I said what needed to be said.

Eri - She smells like candy stores, carnival sweets, and fresh plushies.

Hawks - He's a mix... His breath is minty fresh, his hair smells like masculine cologne, but his clothes smell like leather even though they aren't made from leather.

Mirko - *the lingering affection from simps* Jk... Sort of. She smells like protein shakes, new shoes, and carrot cake.

Shinso - Tea, coffee, energy drinks... Anything he consumes that helps him stay awake really...

Shigiraki - I know he smells dusty, he smells like mothballs, alleyways, and Walmart 100%

Toga - She smells like blood, I mean it's inevitable due to her quirk. Other than blood, she smells like cheap makeup, like the really chemically smelling stuff.

Dabi - *Daddy issues and burnt* He smells like hot summer days, peanut butter, and bleach due to his hair dye.

Twice - Beer, cigetettes, fresh pavement, and depression.

Overhaul - He smells fine, he smells like chalk and tree bark... But his mask smells NASTY, the bitch never cleans it.

...

[fiprobsreblogsalot]

I'm supposed to be revising for my selection test but Sambucky being disgustingly domestic won't get out of my mind

Bucky may be allergic to spices (as most white people of the 40s were, sigh), but he bakes really well and makes killer waffles and cakes. Doesn't even help that Sam has a sweet tooth

Bucky absolutely hates detergents for clothes except the detergent Sam uses because it doesn't smell like absolute dogshit (it smells like Sam)

Both of them prefer fresh groceries. The canned peaches are Bucky's only exception even though Sam convinces him otherwise ("Fresh peaches are everywhere!" "But the canned ones—")

Sometimes their dates are just Bucky riding the motorcycle with Sam sitting behind, holding on to him while they talk and laugh

Bucky knows every order of Sam, in every restaurant and diner, by heart

Figaro likes wrapping himself around Sam's shoulders, and Alpine likes being wrapped up in Bucky's jacket. When they switch people, Figaro perches on Bucky's shoulder, and Alpine curls up in Sam's lap or arm crook

Bucky either puts too much creamer in his coffee or none at all. It all depends on the mood

Bucky liked Starbucks until Sam convinced him they could buy their own coffee machine ("the kind for professionals and addicts, you know"). It all goes downhill from there for both of them

Sam still gets his pumpkin spice latte at Starbucks, though

Bucky can't sing to save his life. Sam really likes karaoke

Sam kinds of hate tailored clothes because of how long they take and the many people that clamber over him to get his measures. Bucky always gets Sam's measures before they go to a tailor shop.

Sam thinks the industrial strawberry milk flavor is disgusting. Bucky digs it anyway

Bucky doesn't like fair food, but getting to kiss the sugar off Sam's lips after a shared cotton candy is really great

Sam is terrible at dancing. As in the kinds from the 40s and older. Bucky teaches him and fakes exasperation when Sam accidentally steps on his feet (he really wants to kiss his laughter at those times)

Bucky did the robot dance out of spite because of that one time Sam called him a cyborg. And then he does it again and again just to hear Sam laugh

Bucky is the most horrible tourist. The kind that buys "I love New York" (with a red ass heart for "love") shirts and the ugliest caps and those blurry hideous keychains of tourist attractions

They definitely buys dumb couple things in secret. Like those socks that hold hands

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

what do you think the chains favorite breakfast foods are (if they eat breakfast)

I WAS HALFWAY THROUGH ANSWERING THIS AND MY PHONE DIED AND DELETED EVERYTHING I HAD WRITTEN, DEATH AND SORROW AND DESPAIR.

Okay I'm good now.

ANYWAYS, I split you ask into two sections: first, their favorite food ever if they can get their hands on it, the second what they like to eat on the road. And then a final unhinged rant at the bottom about the one thing about teenage boys/young men and their food that I'll never understand: Bacon.

Legend--I have a feeling that he likes sweets. Specifically, waffles with whipped cream and berries. They're a little burnt, but Ravio made them for him, so he'll pretend he doesn't notice (and grows to like them better that way). On the road, he'll go for coffee/tea (he's not picky) if one of the others make it, or nothing at all.

Hyrule--does he have a favorite breakfast food? Food isn't very stable where he comes from--Legend and Wild would spoil him so much in regard of expanding his palate. But I imagine that something like a fried mixture of beef/sausage, vegetables, and a starch (perhaps an even poorer version of an already poor person food Shepherd's Pie, perhaps? it could be a breakfast food) would be a sort of filling, tasty, and easy to procure/make/preserve food that he'd like. On that note, I would say something simple, easy to get and preserve, and hardy would be his go to breakfast on the road--maybe meat jerky.

Wild--Also a sweets person. Fruit cake, cinnamon rolls, frosted cupcakes, basically all the little delicacies he could get at a dumb party 100 years ago, he ain't picky, it's for breakfast and it's fueling a day long sugar high. On the road he, unlike the other Links, can be pretty creative with his breakfasts, and he likes his spice as well. So, I think he'd like Meaty rice balls.

Four--direct this question to someone else please. He has four voices in his head fighting to answer right now, and none of them agree. I surely dont know if he doesn't.

Time--Pancakes and farm-fresh scrambled eggs and toast with jam. Malon makes it for him. What can I say. On the road he is a habitual coffee drinker, he wouldn't be functioning in the mornings without it. But he'll also take a poached egg if he has the time (heh).

Warrior--unlike Time who is a habitual coffee drinker, he is a coffee connoisseur. He likes the breakfasts they serve at the castle--a lot of meats and fruits, expensive, and on top of it all, well plated. Not to say that he can't eat simply--he was in a war, mind you--just that he prefers not to. On the road, he strikes me as the kind that would drink those tasteless quick oats (y'know you just add water, shake and go?) and also be very vocal about much time (heh) it's saving him (being none). I don't know what the Hyrule equivalent of those are.

Twilight--our favorite country boy. I think he likes a true southern breakfast. Ham and pan-fried potatoes and eggs over-easy, with a side of cheesy grits and sausage biscuits and gravy like Uli used to make for him (I HC this man has a black hole of a stomach, out of all the Links). On the road he'll inhale a boiled egg or two (salted and peppered if he's feeling fancy) that Wild made for him. I also head canon that Twilight likes tea with an intensity. And not only sweet tea, but like, ALL of the teas. He gets obsessive. I literally have in my detail/subplot tracking documents for BDOR the following entry underneath chapter 8--Tea: "Twilight’s cure to Wild’s voice is tea. His cure to life’s woes is tea."

Wind--whatever his grandma is making, probably with seafood involved. I've had a crab-spinach-egg casserole for breakfast before, it was good, so I'll give him that. On the road, I can see him packing a lot of bread and some meat (dried fish if he can get it).

Sky--This guy honestly has me stumped. Do those on Skyloft eat Loftwing eggs, or are they considered taboo? They have a lot of pumpkins around--do they incorporate them into their meals?@needfantasticstories you know a lot of Skyward Sword lore, bequeath me your wisdom. Anyways on the road he's a meat and bread person like Wind. Practical.

Now, for my rant about young men and their food quirks:

Bacon. Bacon, as I have witnessed, drives the most reasonable of men insane.

I just a few things to say about this. I have younger brothers, and I born witness to many male sleepover parties. I--as the resident nasty fe-male XD--have been (forced) to cook for them in the mornings. Set a pile of bacon in front of them (or really any meat, but I have found that bacon has the strongest affect) and they turn into WOLVES. They start to crowd around and stare as soon as they begin to smell it (which hey, give me space in the kitchen, please!), snatch it up before the grease even cools, and then retreat into their separate corners of the living room/kitchen and scarf it down, all while avoiding eye contact and projecting just how much they don't care about the bacon they're eating (perhaps so one of the others don't take notice and try to steal it). There's an odd little ritual/rules to the thing, too: for example, it's frowned upon to take more than three or four pieces at a time, there has to be enough for everyone, obviously; but if you finish a second and third serving before some poor sod stumbles in and gets himself a piece--why that is acceptable, even encouraged. But at all times, you could feel them watching each other, judging whether each person had taken acceptable amounts. 6 at once, I have determined, is veritably considered too much, as I have watched an entire group of mid-late teenage boys chase another through the house and outside for this crime of greed. Another thing was the presence of literally any other edible food. If there was anything else--eggs, fruit, even something like a few slices of unbuttered toast or coffee or juice sitting out, this reaction was largely tempered--even if none of the boys took the other foods, they would take a meager one or two pieces of bacon and be satisfied, perhaps reassured that other food was present and their hope of a filling breakfast was not in vain. Most, at that point they would restrain themselves from eating anything (other than their bacon tax) and wait so that everyone could eat together. But the mad scramble that occurs when there is bacon and only bacon in the kitchen (even if other things are cooking, nearly done, and visible to them) is otherworldly.

I never saw it with anything else, not eggs, not fruit, not even sausage or any other breakfast food. And it must be noted that I was exempt from their little ritual of judgement--perhaps as the only woman, or perhaps as the cook, I was allowed to take as much bacon as I liked from the pile, once the initial wave had attacked and retreated with their bounty (and the strips of bacon had cooled enough that mortal human hands such as my own could pick them up). And while they behaved like beasts, I was always very politely thanked for making breakfast once it was over and the frenzy had abated.

Anyways, your ask got me thinking about Malon making a pile of bacon for the boys, activating the beforehand undiscovered "PANIC! BACON!" mode in their brains, and just being utterly confused as they turn into animals. Just the boys descend, and then a few shouts of "Thanks, Malon!" drift in on the wind as they scatter like racoons with treasure, leaving an empty plate spinning behind them.

[theatricalidiot]

@team-avia

Live somewhere long enough, and you forget how little of it you actually know.  This was a land of recognition - the world outside seeped in the shadowed familiarity of her dreams.  Clustered trunks and dense top layers, with branches twining together like lovers, their union giving them strength to bear the wayward, desperately heaving tired bodies up and away from the danger lurking below.  Safer to keep climbing, to stick one's head above the layer of leaves and be met with clouds and endless expanse of green, and see the threats as they came, even if it killed off the fanciful idea of a harrowing escape.  Burning lungs and legs, splashing through rivers to disguise their scent.  There was none of that in the trees.  One can only go up so far, after all, and then it became a matter of patience.  To stare down death and hoped it lost interest.  To see the sky, twilight and bleary eyed as stars rose, one last time.  To fall, or not to fall(splat!).  These woods, full of beasties and fiends, gave reason to be afraid, should one choose to see them in their entirety.

It was not ignorance guiding her, nor an urge to die dictating her.  It was not a drive for the justification offered here - the place where all that stress, all that ate at her mind, found use.  Only in distress could she achieve some semblance of normalcy; the easygoing too foreign to ever accept in a way that mattered.  She was stronger now.  Bigger and meaner, always looking down.  Rid herself of all the softness she could give up, like gutting a pumpkin in preparation for carving it.  The tenseness of the air, the crackling of energy, was omnipresent - escaping it was not possible this time of year.  There was a great deal of things that what drove her was not, but still she failed to identify it for what it was. 

No matter.  She had her rules for a reason.  Turned away from the will-o'-the-wisps bringing night down past the canopy, jumbled sets of constellations utterly useless for navigation.  Stuck to the paths - little desire trails she'd blazed, the only ones she could trust.  No point in following along with someone else's wishes; too many dead ends.  Like the delicate tremble a spider feels throughout its web as it ensnared yet another victim, so too did her feet guide her, honed in on some unseen destination.  A mindless walk.  A safe walk.  Samhain approaching, she dreaded the revelry and yet could not resist the call of the oncoming season, the weather so cold it brought forth an inner warmth.  Easy to get lost in, easy to surrender.  A reminder that she she could leave - that staying was a want, a choice, always and forever.  She chose this.  She chose this.  Laughter - hyena cackles from human enough lungs, and something breaking.  Cheers and whoops.  She walked faster, deeper, eager to hide herself away.  Walking leagues with every step, dictating the spin of the earth, reminding herself that she was the one making decisions.  Then, a clearing.

Dancing candles beading with wax that never truly fell, only rolled down and was recycled, bouncing through the air to the beat of their own merriment.  Delicately made sweets - honey cakes, fruit tarts so fresh the scent washed over her; placentae, oh placentae, how she couldn't talk about it without getting a chuckle or two, a quirk of the lip, always, always met with amusement.  All the things she could only sneak, knowing the only risk was failing to hide it before the beating, and never truly savor - laid out on a homely table, with chairs wholly too fanciful to be used outside.  All empty.  All welcoming.  This was new.  A step forward, and she smelt home - a scent so long ago she'd forgotten it.  But it came back now, all at once.  Flower wines and teas, prepared in a spring ages ago, before the scent of ash and charred wood smothered her world.  A tug at her heart, and she yanked herself away, head swimming.  This wasn't for her. 

She turned around.  Yellow.  A cowardly color.  The color of wealth, all stolen.  The shine of gold at her throat, her waist, caging her arms.  Forever trapped in that damned body, scratching at the door, running in circles just to tire herself out.  She couldn't stand that manor sometimes - no matter where she was, everything smothered her, hallways boxing her in as they stretched for a millennia, that kennel of a room she called her own; the mirror, all-consuming.  Dress yourself up enough, kill the part of yourself that reflected embarrassment and shame, and you could fool anyone.  She could have stayed if she wanted.  Take part in the festivities she'd shunned, the lights too bright, sounds too loud.  Too many bodies, too many eyes watching, no matter how few she surrounded herself with.  Bitten enough, and one is doomed to be eternally shy. 

~~

These lands were sown with unhospitality.  The trees grew a bit too big, the animals a bit too wild eyed, claws from nails and spines from fur.  A floor littered with mushrooms, always demanding attention lest you stepped into a faerie circle.  She'd avoided the bridges, avoided the sunlit, safe paths, and now she suffered from her own experience.  Had grown too comfortable in her own abilities.  Times like these, the thrill of mischief dictated its inhabitants - a different sort of precautions were needed, lest one fell victim to the capricious whims of the woods. 

Straight lines were trusted, so long as one could actually walk straight.  It made directions constant so long as one did not stray from the arbitrarily chosen path.  Straight lines did not circle around.  She blinked lazily, the lukewarm show of surprise the only emotion she'd let herself portray in case the puckish culprit was around, desperate for acknowledgement.  That was all anyone could want from this.  Validation.  She turned, sharp on her heels and so precise one could use her trajectory to map out a right angle, and continued on her way.  Perfectly perpendicular.  There was no use in running around like a headless chicken when there had to be an escape.  For a timeless being a bit too used to the forest, it was not a question of finding a way out, but of when.  Systems and logic - as long as she approached a problem with a solid head, a scientific head, she'd get out.  It's what she was good at.  There was evidence - she hadn't died yet, after all.  Neither a bite nor a bark good enough to warrant concern, but turning tail had never done her wrong.  And so she walked.  It was the only thing to be done.  It was all she did.  Walking, walking, walking - how much one can think when they walk.  How much one sees.  How similar the forest looks, leery as the smoldering sunlight slowly faded.

~~

With adulthood came its own source of freedom.  Immortality moreso.  She focused on the sounds of the night, the sounds of strangers and birds she couldn't name.  The wind in trees she'd never seen growing up far, far away from the solitary place she'd settled on for the season, the winter she couldn't shake off.  Months to seasons to years, decades of wandering.  She should up and leave - go to some lolling hills, go to where the sky was endless and the heath her bed.  Neighing, braying freedom.  Her choice, her choice.  A dream, nothing more.

Stopping no longer was an option, with how long she'd been at this.  Any chance to catch her breath, and she wouldn't want to start back up again.  Slowing down was nonoptimal, but it was the closest she'd allow herself to rest.  Always trailing back here, dragged back by the scruff, loyal to a fault.  No glyphs, no circles etched out or hidden.  Nothing.  Just the unease of knowing she couldn't flee, no matter how hard she kicked and screamed and howled.  Ignored that she was sure she'd forgotten how to scream, had forgotten how to allow someone to help.  It felt like a dream, not knowing when she started or even really remembering why she'd gone out.  Could feel no fatigue, no eyes on her.  It was so warm, so hazy in the clearing.  The scent of tea had never quite died, no matter how many times she passed by.  Memory more than reality - long ago had the sound of laughter died down.  Alone in the big, bad woods, hunting for red capes and baskets.  Any anomaly.  Anything to break the spell of nostalgia.

She'd started passing by the table length-wise now, determined to test every angle.  A house of cards never took much to collapse.  A tethered beast secured only until it chewed through the rope.  Impatience would ruin the work she's done, but the timer was ticking.  At the very least, she must be out before the sun rose.  She mustn't see it, not because of some weakness that was much less unconquerable than it had once seemed, but because in the daylight she feared she'd recognize the plush chairs and rickety table.  That she'd be stuck in the past kneading dough and measuring out honey and flour, the heat of the oven much too unbearable in the summer - she'd shrink, look in the mirror and finally recognize the face.  The tiny thing that could only run, praying to the gods that had forsaken her, had always been gone, back before she slipped into the new.  She couldn't go back.  She'd break.  She'd break, and then there'd really be nothing left of her. 

All these years later, all the knowledge she'd gathered, all the tricks she learned, were meaningless as she took to the old reliable and ran.

~~

Impulse.  That was all it was, when she struck out against the table.  One low kick, snapping a leg like it were flesh.  Sometimes she forgot the strength she held now.  Sometimes it never occurred to use it.  To use herself as a weapon, to destroy and bring ruin and know it was all because of her.  A sudden surge of hatred filled her, a snarling, slavering sort of rage as she smashed through plates and stuck her hand through the backs of chairs as though reaching for their hearts.  Monsters lived in these woods.  She'd make sure she'd leave this as such.  No party like one she couldn't ruin, like the invitations she threw out, like the ones she served, too young and too powerless to subjected to.  Gouged out chunks of wood, carved it into her likeness.  A mess, a mess, a fragmented mess.  She fell to her knees as again and again she slammed fists into pastries, into fruit, dough and juice coating her like blood.  Licked a strip of it as she took in the sights, a bit too wild eyed and nails a bit too sharp for anyone to see her as anything but deserving of the woods, no matter how she carried herself.

It wouldn't take a genius to find the culprit.  Stained stola, stained flesh, drenched in the energy of the area.  She needed to leave.  Wash herself clean of the evidence.  Shuddering, she rose, until she realized the shuddering hadn't stopped; had only been a tremble that refused to leave.  This was all home meant to her, she swore, she swore. 

Heart stifled now with rage too, her feet dragged.  A tenseness to a body already expecting punishment.  Chewed her lip, from hands to fists to hands again, she scented the air, too thick with slurries of magicks to pick out any bloodscent.  Should she run?  Take her licks and skulk off, hoping the anger would free her?  Retribution.  She deserved retribution.  She, the weeping willow, demanded it - couldn't wrap her head around an alternative.  Demand or deserve, was there ever much of a difference?  She stumbled through the woods.

Dead on her feet; the undead's undestination.  Logic defying, heart breaking magicks.  Her end was her start; not a thing out of place.  A place spotless sans her lone presence.  It hadn't worked.  Had she done anything to warrant change?  Nothing had changed.  Was she any different?  If she had any sense at all, perhaps she should be crying in frustration now, or gnashing her teeth, or anything beyond just standing there, swaying in a breeze only known to her.  There was no one to pretend for except herself, and thought only made her head throb, kept her dazed and staring.  Nothing for her.  There was nothing for her there, but she always came back to it.  Betrayed by herself, by the very things meant to keep her safe.  That must be it.  She'd forgotten her rules.

Distantly, vaguely, wading through the fog, she registered the feeling of cool dirt and detritus underfoot.  Her shoes were gone.  Where were her shoes?  She couldn't remember if she'd worn them or not, unsure how much of a hurry she'd once been in on her way out.  Had been so far, hadn't realized how she ached, all weary bones and toiled flesh with a mind ill at rest.  There was never a reprieve, only days that were more manageable than the rest.  This was not one of them.

When the idea first came to mind, a collision more than a peaceful conclusion, it never left.  Taking a rest.  She'd walked for so long.  Couldn't tell how far she'd gone, now that she traveled only in circles.  How nice it would be to rest until moss crept over flesh, until ivy took hold.  To sleep until she shook off the emptiness.  A step, unsteady, swaying, into that clearing she'd never truly left.  The cold was so far away now, though night had taken hold.  A spot of grass that beckoned to her, right at the foot of the table, where she could lean against its wooded leg, the only thing real the pressure against her face.  Where the scrapes would be thrown.  The ache in her chest deepened, hunger ripping through her.  That was all it was - hunger.  She'd studied the symptoms, knew that desolate feeling, but couldn't bear to stare too closely at it.  She chose this.  She chose this.  She collapsed into a chair, thinking just one cup, just one bite, just one, just one, all she could afford knowing anything else would make the absence intolerable when she returned home, tail tucked between her legs, knowing she'd never have it again.

[headingalaxys-sweet]

Spooky Season Shenanigans for the Nekos Part 1

America-Cat 

He begins to gather clumps from his litter box and soil that is damp from the backyard. America cat has taken some of his owners socks which he uses as casings to store his ‘ammunition’. This crazy cat is even in the midst of crafting an underground lair of sorts. He’s stored a few long lighters, fireworks, toilet paper rolls, eggs he’s brought to ‘ferment’, masks, costumes, etc. America cat is going to be putting on an entire production. If he already wasn’t the King of Halloween this will make him the king now for like ever meow! 

Canada-Cat 

Has gone to cat markets, candle shops, and bakeries where cat’s all over the world come to visit when Sept 1st hits. There is one shop in particular that sells this legendary Maple Fish Cake, which only available during this time of year. They’re so popular in fact that they have to limit cats with only being able to purchase 5 of these specialty cakes for the season. [Yes, there were many years where scammer cats hoarded the entire stock of cakes in the morning. They’d mark up the price of them 300% to say that ridiculous is an understatement but the cakes are that yummy. And they may or may not have a special cat-nip lacd in them] 

Canada-cat tentatively passes by the costume shops debating with himself on if he’s going to attend his brothers cat’s annual Halloween party and prank-a-thon. 

China-Cat

Busy raiding his owners' pastry / cookbooks to make an entire special Fall menu of food for the season. He will do more to spend time in the sun while it still lasts. China-cat wants his dark chestnut fur to get nice and toasty so he can store it away for the Winter months. [So his old bones don’t get frozen and brittle.] China-cats favorite pass time is to go to Yi Dian Dian & The Alley once or twice a day to get a hot or cold milk tea that occasionally has Boba in it. 

England-Cat 

His tail will be flicking back and forth lowly on the carpet. The season where he got to be on the fresh grass or out on the open sea. When he daydreamed about the wide open waters he thought about the days that he was a mouser alongside his swashbuckling and commanding owner. As England cat was in the midst of his thoughts clouds made the sky darker and the air became colder. When his head rises he was able to catch the last milliseconds of a lightning boldt. He hears low chattering rising from the basement. 

‘Arthur must be at it again so he can try to win Halloween this year against that Yank. I guess now is a good time for me to maybe get ready for America cats shenanigans this year as well.’

France-Cat

He’d invited ‘Charmy Chartreux,’ a famous cat known for doing home holiday decorating, planning, and execution. By the time Spet rolls around, France cat will be ready for the season of the spooky but make it posh & elegant. Tangerine tea lights, pumpkins with the flur de lese, macaroons, & the Eiffel Tower carved into them. He even managed to make a deal with Canada-Cat to have a shipment of Maple Fish Cakes sent to him. 

Germany-Cat 

Planning safety guides for cats and what to do when you’ve had too much cat-nip contingent plans. He knows America-cat is planning an insane rager complete with ill-advised pranks, stunts, and performances all meant to stroke his ego. Germany-cat also makes note to buy extra sausages, treats, and Apfelsaft (Apple Juice—just make it sparkling). He does this so no cat is on an empty stomach and has its whiskers twisted by catnip. 

Italy Cats 

They haven’t thought about Halloween all that much. They’re just vibing with the season changes. The crisper air carried the fresh scent of harvested grapes, olives, pumpkins, etc. The two of them love stealing Felicianos tortelli di zucca (pumpkin soup), minestrone, and strudel di mele. 

“Germany! Germany! Help me! The kitties have run a-way with my delicious food again!” 

Japan-Cat 

Yet, another cat who loves to watch the season transition into the next. He adores watching the thousands of leaves float down to the ground. The mesmerizing colors of the fall leaves are cornsilk, fawn, midnight greens, and burnt oranges. All these colors melded together to create a beautiful scene that is ephemeral and sort of angelic in a way. Japan-cat has a special stash of tuna that he likes to eat when he finds a magnificent view. 

While he eats he’s working out how he’ll survive another America-cat rager. 

Russia-Cat 

Happily roaming the streets receiving belly rubs, scratchies, and treats from the last of the summertime tourists. Halloween only seems to come to his mind when his owner mentions it or begins to decorate for it mid-September. When Ivan does begin to get the decorations out Russia-cat gets far too comfortable in the organs of one of the pumpkins Ivan has made. 

“Really, my little cat?” He crouches down to pet his loveable but somewhat mischievous cat. 

“Meow.” (Da.) Russia-cats beady eyes will be looking at Ivan like: “I’m cute and a cat. What are you not understanding? I’m number one now, BELLY RUBS human BELLY RUBS!” 

[benslittlestarkiller]

Vladimir Makarov HeadCannon Imagines

Part 4, but you don't have to read Part 1 and Part 2 to understand.

Description: Vladimir takes you on vacation to Ibiza.

🔥

The sun sets once more, this time on a foreign land. You're standing on the balcony of Vladimir's new house, which overlooks a small beach.

The air is still and quiet, the only sound being the gentle lapping of water against the shore. You look over at Vladimir, who is sitting on a lounge chair with a book in his hands.

"Vladdy," you say softly, "are you enjoying your holiday?"

Vladimir has Private Jet, a Boeing 757

"Vladdy I want you," you whisper as the maid hands you a glass of champagne and hands Vladimir glass of Vodka

Vladimir only drink Vodka, no water or amuthing else

Tou. Run your babd down his arm I n swducrio n

"Ooh, habt we can't right now the kids are watching" he gestures at Vladimir Jr (Vladimir Vladimirovich) and Mikhail aka Misha named after the beat in Olympic

They were sitting is seat of plane earing thir fa vourite snack caviar with crackers. Even as toddler and baby with no teeth to chew solid food they love caviar and crack

ER. You pulled out apple iPad tablet and hand 2 of them to kids, they immediayely start watching Peepe Pug.

Famous caton crom brita

You look vladdy with seductive look winking an eye to hint at him thatyou went him

)plese vladdy... I need you know...Need your cuck inside me....me tsarina parts aching for u" you said in a breathless whisper.

Vladimir sighed and placed down his bottle of vodka. "Very well, then," he said exasperatedly.

"Let us go to the bathroom" he said too

He led ou to bahtroom I n airplain in sky

As it flew to island house he owned

V the

His hand was big on yours, bigger and he was strong, manly virole you couldn't wait to get him inside of your

Tight HULL

He pushed you into the luxury bathroom of his privyet jet

Bathroom was luxor y with Guccih towel and carpet, Louiss vutton toilet and bath set and Armani toilet papers, he push you up against toilwt desperate for you like a man sesperate to devour a bowl of fresh borsht, still steaming after babusha make as she dollop fresh yogurt from cow ontop. Hearty and filling, the scent wafting through the house as gentle music plays from the shoetwave radio in the distance, ND from the television set plays an old cartoon as Vladimir sits in his high chair in Babushka's dacha while baba herself sings an old Russian song to her baby grandson whom she love very much.

The wet sounds of his fingers pumpkin into goir tight height sounded jn the wchoing bathroom and soon he was down on his knees sucking your clit and fucking the hol with 3 fingees as you grabb hair, nearly exposing his receeding hairline.

You manned louldy like cow being milked for fresh yogurt at Babushka's dacha farm house for three borschtt,

Vladir tongue worships your pink petals and tught hole. (You taste so good.. like Russian tea cake, to him)

Amber scream I n ectasy like the sound of alarm durong nuclear attack in Cold Wars

Just before hou about to ascend to the heavenly plane if exustan e vladmir stop.

You whine jn frustration.., please don't stopp you SAY IN VOICE

He smirks up st you as ue brush stubble chin ahaindt soft skin thigh. You shiver st the sensations it illicits through you. Your hole needy clench down on NOTHING

Ple I se you man ed"

Vladimir Makarov was born on April 1st and was involved in various crimes such as human trafficking and the muffled sounds of fellow prisoners offers a discordant lullaby of the other guards taking advantage of her and make her his very own ends or to protect User

[Sprry fuys cat steal phone-?] And then little brother Bobby

Vladim unzip her panrs r dping the m wide open for all to see legs spread pussy open to the wplrld. He look into h9le. "Mmm needy hitl?" He asks.

"Only for you daddy" she said

?*Say it again," he say rouhly his voice

"Daddy please 🙏 "

/^÷, he pullsout giant coke and shoves it inside

It stretc h your hole wider than ak_47

He was an aries

Sound rught

Thrusting hard and fast, he grips your hips in his bruising grip, his fingers leaving indentations in your plush flesh. His chest heaved with exertion and he suddenly held himself still inside you, gasping as he nearly came undone from the single thrust alone. Your body was an addiction, one that he couldn't kick. Like the most potent tobacco, he savored you, all the little sounds you made, the softness of your skin, the warmth of you around him. Tenderly, you embraced him, winding your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. He buried his nose in your neck, breathing in your scent as he left lingering kisses along your pulsepoint.

He you moo louder hnd louder

"Oh Vladdy, pleade don tstop!! I want toy uo to cume inside of me, please I want to make a third baby!!!"

He loo a you the look in your eyes looked as beautiful as the skies

He could not resist, he would surely persist

To come inside your fertile hole, was his most passionate goal

"I won't stop, my love, don't you worry," Your Vladdy says as he comes undone in a flurry.

His virile seed filled you up, it was like vodka in cup

Spurts of creamy white goo flowed from him and into you

It was wonderful, it was right, as he filled you up all night

Nine months later the two of you eagerly await the birth of baby three on February 23rd, a wonderful date.

Little baby Princess Anastasia was the apple of her papa's blue /brown eye

She was so dear to him it broke his heart to say bye

He was going to prison

The was

Next chapter w8ll be Conjugal visit