#caprese sandwich out of it

[lawfuljude]

attempted making bread rolls for the first time and they turned out rlly good

[foundationsofdecay]

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tonee i love youuuuuuuuuuuu oh so so much!!!

[buyinggf]

i made some focaccia for the first time tonight and it was really fucking good

[nohoney]

“hey tsuki, don’t be mad at me.”

bakugou looks up from his phone to see you peeking out from the hallway, already trying to look apologetic and sweet so that you don’t incite as much annoyance from him. “yes baby?”

“i changed my mind… i did wanna get food. can i just have a little bit of what you ordered?”

yup, he knew it. he asked earlier if you wanted delivery since he didn’t feel like cooking lunch at the moment and you had said no, claiming that you would make your own lunch with whatever was in the fridge. “did you want the caprese sandwich and the tomato soup?” bakugou asks, already knowing that’s your go to from the restaurant he ordered from. he sees you nod your head and still hold your expression, like you’re hoping he’s okay with making a second order for you.

he looks back down at his phone, scrolling away from some news article he was reading to go on instagram instead. “i already ordered it along with my stuff.”

you gasp and then next thing he knows, you’re squishing him in a hug and giving him the biggest smile. “really?! how did you know?”

“i know because you always change your mind after i ask you the first time if you want me to get you something. just saves me the hassle of you giving me those sad eyes when i get food and you don’t have any.” bakugou knows your habits now and he’s learned that if he’s going to order something, he might as well order what he knows is your favorite as well.

“oh but… i also want dessert. i really like the earl grey cake…”

“i know, it’s already included in the order too.”

you practically launch yourself at him, squealing out a dozen thank you’s and telling him that he’s the best. it brings a dopey smile to his face, telling you to calm down a little and that of course he wouldn’t let you go hungry.

[chheolie]

where kim mingyu unexpectedly encounters his first love in paris.

"bonne après-midi, mademoiselle y/n," the polished voice of the french receptionist sounded from the other side of the hotel room phone line. "the guests you were waiting for have just arrived. may i let them come up to your room?" he continued, now in english, maintaining the formality.

"of course, please!" you responded gently, with a slight smile on your lips.

dressed in a soft velvet robe with matching slippers, your hair loose awaiting an elegant hairstyle, you were getting ready for the evening. soon, the team that would handle your preparation for the event would arrive at your room.

soon, a protective cover was delicately opened, revealing the stunning dress you would wear in a few hours. seated in your glam chair, you watched through the mirror as the preparations began.

distracted, you were scrolling through your social media feed when your manager asked what you would like to eat before the event. "a caprese sandwich and a kale juice, please," you requested, and soon you were savoring your meal, already with your makeup and hairstyle done.

your hair was tied in an elegant ponytail, and the makeup, perfectly matching the black dress, further accentuated your natural beauty. after one last look in the mirror and a few photo snaps, you were finally ready for the party.

it was the usual: camera flashes lighting up the environment as you stepped out of the car, security guiding you through the crowd of fans and paparazzi. the red carpet was covered with a sea of journalists, all trying to catch your attention with questions and interview requests. the sound of cameras clicking incessantly and the animated voices mixed into an almost hypnotic frenzy.

upon entering the event venue, an efficient and well-dressed assistant immediately approached, offering a glass of champagne and informing you about the night's schedule. the soft lighting and ambient music created an elegant atmosphere, while other celebrities and influencers strolled through the corridors, exchanging greetings and calculated smiles.

the runway shows were the highlight of the evening, of course. seated in the front row, alongside other influential figures in the fashion world, you watched as the models walked the runway in stunning outfits. each collection seemed to outdo the previous in creativity and luxury. clapping at the right moments, making eye contact with the designers, and being seen appreciating the pieces were part of the game.

after the shows, it was time to socialize at an exclusive and secret after-party. the loud music, vibrant lights, and the environment filled with international celebrities provided the perfect setting for animated conversations and selfies that might never be posted.

but then, you needed to go to the venue's restroom. distracted, you followed the signs, focused on finding your destination. turning into a narrow corridor, you felt a strong bump. "fu..." you almost cursed loud as the glass was thrown to the ground. you felt the pain from the impact; the man was big and strong.

"i'm so.. y/n?" he said, surprised.

"oh my god, mingyu! you here?" you asked, equally surprised.

"did i hurt you? i'm sorry," he said, struggling with himself not to touch you.

"it's okay," you smiled awkwardly. "sorry again," he said. and you nodded, smiling as you left for the bathroom.

after that encounter, all you could see was mingyu at that party. how did you not see him before?

mingyu was also looking for you with his eyes, his mind transported to that time in the green room, when you still dreamed of debuting as a singer in a big girl group. he caught himself smiling, remembering those moments.

today, music is not your main job. you found yourself in acting and love what you do more than anything. he couldn't help but notice how incredible and fascinating you've become.

he knew you had become a great actress, but everything changed in your sincere friendship when you decided to reveal a secret to him. "well, mingyu... i don't know the best way to tell you this, but i fell in love with you," he remembered every word perfectly, the sound of your voice so vivid in his memory that it seemed like it was said minutes ago.

he took a deep breath, irritated, remembering what came next: he rejected your feelings.

mingyu closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to push away those memories that brought regret and longing.

when he came back to himself, he noticed you were no longer there. so he decided that the party was over for him too.

you arrived at your hotel room, feeling something you could barely define. seeing mingyu after so many years did you good. he used to be the person you sought when you needed a shoulder to cry on, a friend who celebrated your victories and never let you give up. maybe that's why you fell in love, maybe you confused his affection.

already in sweatpants and a clean face, after a relaxing hot bath, you got into the elevator and went up to the rooftop to get some air.

and then you realized that fate wasn't kidding that day. there was mingyu, alone, pacing back and forth, speaking on the phone in a loud and harsh tone. he seemed upset, and you felt a pang in your heart watching this scene.

he hung up the phone, and you could almost hear the heavy sigh. you approached slowly, pretending to have just arrived.

with a forced smile on your face, you disguised the worry you felt.

unlike you, he didn't bother to hide his bad mood. and you didn't think of anything else but what you would have done years ago: you hugged him tightly.

mingyu was surprised. he didn't know what to do but didn't want to think too much either. he just accepted, closed his eyes, and allowed himself to be enveloped in the embrace of someone he missed so much.

you stroked his back, showing that you were there with and for him. he understood the message, responding to the hug's squeeze. "thank you, y/n," he said.

you two let go, and you smiled at him, this time sincerely. "will everything be okay?" you asked.

"yes," he replied. "it's just a work problem."

you nodded, relieved, and he laughed frustratedly.

"i didn't expect to see you again under these circumstances," he said, and you laughed too.

"it happens..." you replied, not knowing what to say.

"sure," he mocked. and you both laughed.

"how have you been?" you asked.

"good," he said, nodding. "and you?"

"the same," you tucked your hair behind your ear. "seeing you earlier made me revisit some years ago," you confessed.

"me too," he replied, sounding sulky

"do you remember that time in the green room, when we were just dreamers?" you began, and he smiled.

"of course i remember. those days were full of hope and craziness," mingyu replied, the nostalgia visible in his eyes.

"i remember how you always cheered me up, no matter how hard the day was," you said, your voice soft and thoughtful.

"you did the same for me, more times than i can count," he admitted, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

"and to think everything changed since then... we changed," you continued, your voice low.

"yes, but some things haven't changed, y/n. the way i'm feeling now being near you, for example," mingyu confessed, turning to face you.

you took a deep breath, feeling the tension in the air.

"mingyu, about that time... i didn't expect you to feel the same. i just wanted to be honest," you said, remembering the confession that changed everything.

"i know. and i regret rejecting your feelings," he said, the sincerity in his eyes touching you deeply. "i was an idiot, afraid of ruining what we had and ended up pushing you away."

"mingyu..." you began, but he interrupted you.

"let me finish. i don't know if it's still possible, but i'd like a second chance. can we start over?" he paused, "i mean. can we see each other again?"

you responded to him with the same tight hug from minutes ago. though you two couldn't see, both of you were smiling.

[coinandcandle]

Coin's Quick Cash Caprese

Caprese is a quick and easy dish to make and is one of my personal favorites. You can make a caprese salad, mini caprese skewers, or a toasted caprese sandwich!

Ingredients

Tomatoes - prosperity & abundance

Mozzarella - quick results

Fresh basil - money

Olive Oil (extra virgin is preferred) - wealth

Salt - for taste and purification purposes

Pepper - for taste and to repel bad luck

Balsamic Glaze - wealth

Instructions

Prepare the ingredients first.

Cut the tomatoes and mozzarella into slices.

While you put together the dish, say aloud what each ingredient is used for. (ex. Tomatoes for prosperity and abundance, Mozzarella for quick results)

Lay out the tomatoes on the plate. Lay the mozzarella on top of the tomatoes slices, then lay the basil leaves on top of the mozzarella.

Sprinkle with salt and pepper to taste. Drizzle olive oil and balsamic glaze.

Finish by saying, out loud, “As quick as I've made this dish, quickly will cash come to me. As I have said it, so shall it be."

Possible Variations and Notes

More types of tomatoes could manifest as multiple channels of cash flowing in.

Plate the dish nicely. The aesthetically pleasing dish will likely boost energy. Happy = Energy for me so perhaps the same will go for you.

This was a really quick spell and I got results from it for like a week. I didn't get a ton of extra money but enough that I noticed!

[guitarstringed-scars]

the ravens eye diner- rintaro suna

masterlist

caprese sandwich

suna steps into the now familiar diner, smell of coffee greeting him. he steps up to the host stand, where an unfamiliar host stands. her long black hair is situated in a ponytail. ”hello, just one today?” she asks him as she grabs a menu and silverware for him.

he nods.

“yeah, could i request to not be in y/ns section?” he feels embarrassed asking, and even more embarrassed that he can’t get over this petty feud the two of you are caught up in.

the hostess looks a bit surprised. ”sure, but can i ask why? i’m the manager so i need to know if there is any issues.” she says.

now suna feels really embarrassed, and maybe a bit stressed. he wasn’t trying to get you fired or anything, he was just trying to avoid your slightly off putting stares and cold personality. usually the other hostess just nods, he had no idea this one was the manager.

she starts to lead him to a different corner of the room. ”just feels like she doesn’t really like me, i don’t wanna burden her.” he says, now trying to save your name.

“i’ll talk to her about that.” the manager says, a curious look on her face as she places his menu down on the booth table.

“oh, you really don’t have to.” he says sitting down, but when he looks up the manager is already gone. you are definitely going to hate him even more now.

“are you having problems with that customer?” kiyoko is standing behind you now, and you are caught off guard.

“what?” you say, turning from the toaster to face her.

“the guy? at table three? he asked to not be in your section and said that it was because you didn’t like him.”

no way this guy was claiming that the fighting was your fault.

“no, he’s the one who hates me.” you defend yourself.

kiyoko gives you a look of disappointment. you feel like you are being scolded by your mom for getting your nice clothes dirty.

“don’t you think you’re being a bit childish y/n? ” she asks pointedly.

you pout a bit. then you realize she’s right.

“maybe.”

“how do you know he hates you?” she asks.

“i don’t.”

“ok, then i’m gonna have you serve him today and you two are going to figure it out.” she says, starting to leave the kitchen. ”won’t he be mad?” you call after her.

“no, unless you treat him like you have been.”

then she’s gone and you are left alone in the kitchen with semi, who has been giggling to your conversation this whole time.

“shut up.” you say, rolling your eyes as you fill up sunas drink at the fountain.

“you already know what he wants to drink? enemies to lovers i guess.” semi jokes.

“seriously, shut up.” you leave the kitchen, face red at your coworkers comments.

you set down sunas drink on his table, careful not to spill anything. he looks up, surprised to see you.

“oh, i-” he starts.

“i’m sorry.” you cut in, not making direct eye contact. “i treated you badly because i thought you hated me.” his eyes widen.

“i don’t hate you, i thought you hated me.” he says.

“well i don’t hate you either.” you respond. you finally make eye contact and both of you give each other a smile.

“you kind of look like your mom just yelled at you and made you apologize.” he says, laughing a bit.

“if you change mom for manager then you’d be right.” you laugh with him. “did you want something to eat?”

“yeah, i’ll do the caprese sandwich.” he says.

“sounds good.” you say, scribbling down his order. when you ring it in, kiyoko comes up to you again.

“did you make up?” she asks you.

“yeah, you we’re right” you say, now in a much more cheerful mood. “i guess he doesn’t hate me.”

“funny how that works out.” kiyoko muses, giving you a knowing smile.

𖦹₊⊹fun facts⊹₊𖦹

-suna is glad kiyoko made y/n be his server

-even if he was really scared of her

-and really stressed he was going to get her fired.

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[cutestkilla]

Tea for (more than) Two

So, in a delightful turn of events, I recently got together with some pals who are also TOTALLY NORMAL about Carry On. And we did our best to replicate afternoon tea at Lady Ruth’s house. And I thought it would be kinda fun to share the results (and some recipes, which are at the end under the cut). So, here they are, featuring:

Scones! (Sour cherry, ofc.)

Cake! (Chocolate with Chocolate-Orange Buttercream featuring a super respectful remembrance, Lemon Drizzle, and Classic Victoria Sandwich.)

Lavender Earl Grey shortbread cookies!

Finger sandwiches! (Egg & cress, Lemon and prawn, Caprese on focaccia, and Coronation chicken - all on freshly baked bread.)

A selection of teas! (Including Simon's Sour Cherry looseleaf blend, Simon Snow Tea, some proper English Breakfast, and of course Earl Grey.)

A giant slab of butter! (Fancy butter.)

A basil plant!

A crucible!

A sword through the table!

Special cameos by a Watford goat (wings hidden) and Prof. Minos (tiny fluffy edition)!

Sadly, no tea trolley, but we did our best to provide glamorous staging anyway.

It was pretty much the best, guys! Highly recommend. Recipes (including dairy-free versions for many treats) below the cut.

Chocolate cake with chocolate-orange buttercream (dairy-free)

Using this recipe for the cake, and this one for the frosting (instructions at the end for a chocolate variant). A hot tip is to use egg whites instead of aquafaba (they whip up much faster) and of course to add orange zest, per AWTWB ch 89.

Lemon Drizzle Cake (dairy-free)

Using this recipe, using vegan butter and replacing the self-raising flour with some flour/baking powder/salt ratio from the internet. Garnish with Kellogg's ICEE Cereal or any other weird cereal you saw at the store and couldn't resist trying, for a little visual flair.

Classic Victoria Sandwich (dairy-free)

Using this recipe, substituting butter with vegan butter, milk with a non-dairy milk alternative (ideally soy but in this case oat milk was used), and replacing the self-raising flour with the same flour/baking powder/salt ratio from the internet as above. Regular old granulated sugar can be used in place of caster sugar. Garnished this with some black raspberries, but any attractive fruit (or weird cereal) could be used.

Sour Cherry Scones

This recipe from the Joy of Cooking does the trick! Use the GOOD butter.

Lavender Earl Grey Shortbread Cookies

You can find the recipe here

Overnight Focaccia Bread

Lemon and Prawn Sandwiches

This recipe came from @cookingmywaythroughcarryon and there are tons more there for tea party inspiration, including alternate versions of some of the above, so definitely check it out!

[em-prentiss]

three clicks and I’m home

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Chapter 1: Lunch (love letters)

A series of oneshots, wherein Spencer is more or less Aaron and Emily’s eldest son.

Word count: 3k

prompt:

they know spencer doesnt really eat breakfast so when they pack jack’s lunch they also pack another one for spencer and drop it of on his desk

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“Oh my god.”

The words escape her in a breathless huff as she catches Spencer, hurriedly grabbing him around the waist before he falls face-first into the carpeted floor of the bullpen.

He lets out a nearly inaudible, “Shit,” as Emily hauls him upright, her arms aching from the wiry weight of his muscles.

She helps him back into his chair with a huff. “Reid, what’s wrong?” Emily demands as he ducks his head, his breathing heavy and loud. He’s pale, his frame trembling with almost imperceptible shivers.

“Nothing.” He breathes, pale hands smoothing over the material of his slacks. “Nothing, I’m fine,” he waves her away.

“Clearly not.” Emily snaps, crossing her arms. “What is it? One of your migraines?” She lowers her voice, even though the bullpen is mostly empty, lunch hour forcing everyone out. Emily herself had just come back from a sandwich run for her and Aaron, her skin still warm from the summer sun outside.

Spencer shakes his head. 

“What, then?” Emily worries at her lip, dragging her eyes over him. “Are you dehydrated? Stressed?” That’s a stupid question, but he shakes his head no, “Hungry?” Emily persists.

He hesitates before shaking his head again. 

She doesn’t miss it. “Reid.” Her voice is accusatory. “When did you last eat?”

He rubs his eye, slumping further into his chair. “…Last night?” Comes the meek reply. He feels Emily’s disapproving gaze before he even looks up at her, a searing heat on his skin.

“Jesus.” She mutters, her lips stiffening into a straight line. “Stay here.” She glares at him, leaving with a whip of her hair and walking up the stairs to Aaron’s office.

Emily ignores her husband’s questioning look as she grabs her caprese sandwich from his desk, walking back down the stairs before he gets a chance to say something. She perches on the edge of Spencer’s desk and hands him the sandwich.

“Here, take this.”

Spencer drops his hands from his eyes and looks up at her, squinting slightly as she looms over him. She raises her brows and his gaze drops to the sandwich she’s offering, but he doesn’t take it. 

He grimaces and gestures vaguely with a disgusted finger. “Tomatoes.”

Undeterred, Emily plucks a tissue and opens up the sandwich. She grabs the tomato slices, careful to touch them with the tissue, and takes them out, making sure her fingers don’t make contact with the bread. She casts away the tissue-wrapped tomato slices and slides the sandwich closer to Spencer.

He still doesn’t take it. Emily’s brow arches and he shakes his head, mouth puckering as he drops his gaze back to the sandwich.

“The bread’s soggy.”

“Spence.” Emily sighs, feeling overwhelmingly like she was sitting across Jack at the dinner table. “Would you rather starve?”

The upward scrunch of his nose says yes.

Emily holds back another sigh. His skin is waxen beneath the fluorescent lights of the bullpen, his movements sluggish when he blinks at her, tucks a limp strand of hair behind his ear. She stands up, meaning to grab the chocolate muffin she’d gotten for Aaron.

“Sorry,” Spencer whispers as she walks past.

Emily frowns and stops. “What for?” Her hand lands on his shoulder, rising with it when he shrugs. Her words hang in the air as his brows furrow, eyes tilted away from her. 

“It’s just—you’re trying so hard and I keep shutting you down.” He wets his lips, throat bobbing when he swallows. “I don’t mean it, you know. I’ve just always been picky about my food.”

Emily rounds his chair again and leans against desk. “What do you like, then?” She asks, so simply that Spencer finds himself a little stunned.

Her gaze is searching, genuinely interested, and it breaks him out of it.

Spencer’s lips lift into a smile. “Crackers. Ginger biscuits. Cheese sandwiches, melted or spread, I don’t like hard cheese slices.” He says and Emily nods, mentally storing away the information. A beat later his eyes light up, “Cookies.” 

Emily chuckles. “Most of what you’ve listed is pretty low in nutritional value,” she muses. “Fruit?” She ventures, feeling the stirrings of an idea in her brain, “Veggies, yogurt?”

Spencer tilts his head. “Most of them are fine, just not the soft stuff,” he shudders. “Especially not bananas. And none of that yogurt with the fruit bits.” His nose scrunches in disgust.

“So tomatoes are fine, just not on sandwiches?” Emily questions, crossing her arms, the toe of her boots lightly tapping against the wheel of his chair.

Spencer nods. “I don’t like wet food and dry food touching,” he grimaces. 

Emily hums, “I see.” She cocks her head, mentally noting the uncanny similarities between him and Jack. Often she and Aaron had to hide vegetables in his food, masking handfuls of greens in pasta sauce and coaxing him endlessly to just try anything that deviates from his preferred chicken nuggets or cheese sandwiches. They’ve made little progress over the past few months trying get him out of his comfort zone.

This, however, Emily thinks is different.

“So you know what you like and what you don’t like, why don’t you eat in the mornings? Or pack some lunch?”

Spencer shrugs jerkily, his brows gathering into a frown. Emily waits him out, patient despite her own persistent hunger, but he stays quiet. 

When she shoves off the edge of his desk again, he thinks he’s driven her away. He’s proven wrong when she appears again a minute later, setting a chocolate muffin down on the desk. 

“This okay?” Emily asks.

Spencer smiles and takes it. “Yeah, I love muffins. Thanks.” He tears the packaging open.

“You’re welcome,” Emily smiles back as he bites into it. Her brow quickly arches, though, her tone turning reprimanding. “This isn’t enough, though. Eat when you get home. Order takeout or something, Reid, but you can’t starve yourself.” Her stern Mom voice comes out and Spencer smiles into his muffin.

“Mmkay.” He mumbles through a mouthful, accepting it when Emily messes up his hair. She watches him ravage the muffin, swallow it down in minutes, and before he’s even done with it she knows she’ll be taking matters into her own hands.

——

At some point between that afternoon and the next morning, Emily’s brain subconsciously decided for her that she’d pack Spencer’s lunch along with Jack’s.

Almost on autopilot, she takes out four slices of bread, two of each of Jack’s favorite snacks, two carrots that she slices into sticks.

Aaron walks into the kitchen as she’s packing Jack’s lunch box. He presses a kiss to her cheek in good morning, lightly squeezing her waist as he takes in the doubles of food on the island. “Is Jack getting hungry at school?” His voice lilts in surprise.

Emily shakes her head. “It’s for Reid.”

The surprised arch of Aaron’s brow immediately makes her hesitate. 

“Is it weird?” She rushes out, the insecurities lingering at the back of her mind rising in full force. “Maybe I shouldn’t have—”

“It’s not weird.” Aaron interrupts before she can spiral. “Did he ask you to do it?” He asks, stepping past her to get to the coffee machine. He takes out two mugs and fills each to the brim, adding a Splenda in Emily’s before he hands it to her.

“No,” Emily frowns, taking the mug he presses into her hands, “but he’s not eating, Aaron. Yesterday he stood from his desk and almost fell back down. I’m sure that’s not the first time, either.” The corner of her mouth pinches tightly.

Aaron sighs.

“It’s not.” He says, meeting Emily’s raised brows with a grim pressing of his lips. “I talked to him about this a few days ago. He was snappy on the way to the ME and almost toppled over the corpse.”

“Shit.” Emily’s coffee sloshes around in her stomach. She chews on her lip, her eyes drifting to the food scattered on the counter. “Do you think he’d take it the wrong way? I don’t want him to think I’m babying him.” 

It’s hard to describe. She knows all of them feel some measure of responsibility for Spencer; it’s hard not to, despite his lanky frame and age-softened badge. She used to think of him as the younger sibling she never had, someone she looks out for, someone who annoys and awes her often in the same breath. But recently, noting all the ways he’s similar to Jack, she feels a more maternal concern over him; a strange urge to ask him if he ate, absently thinking he’s overdue for a haircut when he gets annoyed at the soft curls framing his face and tucks them behind his ear.

Aaron looks at his wife, at the fidgety way she chews on her lip and runs her thumb over the rim of her mug, subconsciously expelling her nervous energy as she looks to him for reassurance.

“I think Reid knows he has a problem.” He says finally, weighing his words before he speaks. Emily and Reid’s bond is far from a fragile thing, but he knows she gets scared of overstepping, even after all these years. “And he’ll know you’re only trying to help by doing this. If anything it might encourage him to do something about it.”

The furrow between her brows remains firm. 

“Emily,” he sets his mug down and places a hand on her shoulder, squeezing lightly. “The worst that could happen is that you gave him something to eat today,” he soothes. “He doesn’t want it, fine, you won’t try again. But you’re not at fault for caring about him.”

Emily nods, tracing her thumb over the surface of her mug. “I guess. So you think it’s a good idea?” She ventures, still hesitant.

Aaron smiles, a burst of love surging through his veins. “I think it’s a wonderful idea,” he kisses her forehead, giving her another reassuring squeeze. She relaxes against him, tucking her head under his chin when he slides an arm around her shoulders.

His eyes survey the assortment of food Emily’s laid out. “Do we have any cereal bars? He likes those.” 

She laughs, relieved, and moves out of his hold. “I think we do. Think he’ll like lucky charms?” Emily sets down her coffee and rummages through the snack drawer. 

She grabs two bars and turns back to Aaron, finding him packing the food into a bag. She smiles and drops a bar into the bag and one into Jack’s lunch box.

“Oh, I think those are his favorite.”

——

Spencer doesn’t expect to find a lunch bag tucked beneath his monitor when he walks into work, but when he finds it, he immediately knows who it’s from.

He sits down and takes the bag, his eyes flitting to the empty desk across from him. A glance upward tells him Emily’s sitting on the chair opposite Hotch’s desk, the door to his office open as they wait for the inevitable to force them out of it.

Opening the bag, Spencer finds a sandwich—grilled cheese—and a slightly mind boggling combination of packaged snacks and carrot sticks. 

He waits for the familiar frustration to rear its head, for the embarrassment at having one of his older team mates so obviously take care of him to heat his cheeks. It should feel at least a little condescending, smothering with the force of its love, but the feeling of being babied is strangely absent, even as he pokes around the carrot sticks, scans the salted pretzels and cereal bar.

With Emily, it’s never there. Instead it’s warmth rushing through his blood, her caring nature and recent motherhood wrapping around him like a soft blanket. She’s steered clear of the things he hates, and though it’s all thrown together a little messy, in a nondescript bag, it feels like a love letter straight to Spencer’s heart.

One not dissimilar to the ones he sends his mother.

He sits with it for a moment, the simple act of caring making his heart thump heavily in his chest. He knows her action is justified; he didn’t have any breakfast this morning, nor did he think of packing lunch. His cheeks warm at the thought of Emily preparing his food along with Jack’s, packing him lunch when his mother seldom did.

He flicks his gaze to the coffee mug he’d gotten from home. His stomach is empty, only remnants of last night’s takeout holding back the usual hunger he feels around this time. His gaze grows unfocused, the paper bag crinkling beneath his grip as he tries to breathe through the overwhelming love of it all.

The thump of a door breaks him out of his thoughts, Hotch’s voice calling out for them from the catwalk, another case forcing them to the conference room. Spencer tucks the bag into his satchel and walks up the stairs, Morgan meeting him halfway up, his arm automatically going around Spencer’s shoulders in greeting.

Spencer mumbles a good morning, listening to his chatter until he steps into the conference room and meets Emily’s eyes. 

“Morning,” she chirps, Hotch’s echoing good morning a low rumble that follows seconds after as they all pile in. Spencer slides into the empty seat next to her and she smiles, the usual tilt of her lips, her eyes betraying nothing unusual, as if she didn’t pack him lunch along with her son’s and tuck it beneath his computer like a secret.

Spencer returns her greeting, a little choked and low, eyes lingering on her long after she turns away. It’s not until they’re in the car, heading to a crime scene, that he acknowledges it.

“Thank you.” He says, barely audible over the blast of the AC.

“For what?” Emily feigns ignorance, keeping her eyes fixed on the road ahead.

“For the food.” Spencer doesn’t beat around the bush. “You didn’t have to, though.”

Emily flicks her eyes to him, an involuntary scoff slipping past her lips. “I do if you’re not feeding yourself, Reid,” she says, more firmly than she intended. “You’re a field agent,” her grip tightens on the wheel, “how do you expect to do your job if you get lightheaded when you stand?”

She’s right, of course she is. 

But how does he tell her? That most times he treats his own body as a machine, so focused on giving and giving that he forgets to take. That despite his eidetic memory it’s so easy to forget that his body has basic needs that can’t be satisfied by a mug of coffee, a half hour nap. 

In the grand scheme of things, constantly caught up in matters unbearably more important than his own self, a thing so simple as biting toast between his teeth slips through the cracks. 

It’s stunningly easy; to forget that his body isn’t as infallible as his mind, made of muscle and bone that give when he neglects it for too long.

His silence douses her sudden frustration.

Emily blows out a breath. “I was like that, too.” She says quietly, keeping her eyes on the road when he lifts his head to look at her. “It’s a hard habit to break, I know, but It’s not healthy, Spencer. Hell, buy yourself any sugary crap on the way to work, just don’t starve yourself.”

It’s not even habit to him. It just…slips from his mind, insignificant. 

“I don’t mean it. I just forget sometimes.” He says meekly, unsure himself why it’s so hard to take care of himself this way.

The pinch of Emily’s brows says it’s hard for her to imagine that he of all people could forget such a thing. Still, when she speaks, it’s to say, “I could help you remember.”

“By bringing me lunch?”

She nods slowly. “If you’d like that.”

Spencer swallows. He would. The warmth of opening up the lunch bag still lingers in his skin, his bones. “But I can’t expect you to—”

“Would you like that, Spencer?” Emily interrupts, her tone firm.

Maybe it’s the use of his name. Maybe it’s being Spencer instead of Reid to someone other than his mother, maybe it’s the overwhelming reassurance that Emily won’t ever treat him like a kid even if she gets close to calling him that. 

Maybe he needs to lean on her; just for a little while, just for this.

“Yeah,” he says weakly, clearing his throat when his voice fades. “I would.”

“Good,” Emily nods. “I would, too.”

They sit in silence for a while before she speaks up again, a teasing lilt to her voice. “Is it possible there’s things you like in your sandwiches other than cheese?”

Spencer brightens. “Chocolate spread.” He says happily, a smile growing on his face when Emily sighs in despair. The look on her face is that of exasperated mothers, irked at their children’s refusal to side with anything that even remotely benefits their well being.

It suits her well, he thinks.

“Kids these days,” she scrunches her nose at him and he knows she’s lumping him in with Jack, her family always at the forefront of her mind lately, even at work. Spencer smiles and says nothing, feeling strangely content as he turns his eyes to the window and absently scans the license plates of the cars that rush past.

The next morning, when he sees Hotch stealthily dropping off another inconspicuous lunch bag on his desk before walking up to his office, Spencer thinks he doesn’t mind being lumped in with them.

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[tassjis]

A list of objects and technologies created by Myne

The gremlin has been busy. Anything red was created by another, but without Myne creating something else, the creator would not have made it, so Myne's name is not listed as the creator but Myne was the reason it was made. Anything blue was improved upon

VEHICLES

A horse-drawn carriage with suspension

FURNITURE

Spring mattress spring upholstery - Zach

COSMETICS + ACCESSORIES

Rinsham - all-in-one shampoo Hair Ornaments Librarians armband Tote bag - improved

FASHION

Bubble skirts Halter-top dress Tie-dye - previously existed Wax Dyeing Stencil Dyeing Water ripple embroidery

EVENTS

Tasting party Charity Concert Dying competition

TOYS

Karuta Reversi Chess Playing Cards Baby Rattle Educational baby toys - such as shaped blocks and holes implied other toys

FOOD - Ingredients and condiments -

Compote Tanieh Cream Gelatin Gnocchi Gratin Herb Dressing Lage Sauce (Basil Sauce) Mayonnaise Yeast Pasta Ponzu Sauce Pomme sauce Rumptopf Rutreb Jam White sauce

- Savoury -

Capellini Caprese Salad Carbonara Consomme Soup Double Consomme Soup - Leise Crispy-Crispy Launeide and Sujaru Salad (Vegetable Salad) Crun-Crun Ju-Ju Farba (Chicken Salad) Cappellini Fikken - improved Fluffy Bread Sandwich - Improved with fluffy bread Hamburg Steak Lasagne Macaroni Gratin Osso Buco - Later improved by Leise Parue Burger Parue Okonomiyaki Pizza Potatoffel salad Pomme Soup Risotto Steamed Potatoffel Steamed Taschitz (chicken) Quiche French Toast Salted Cucumber imitation

- Sweet -

Bavarois Cookies Langues De Chat Crepe Fallfold Tart - Nicola Ice Cream Mille Crepe Mousse Panna Cotta Paru Cake Pound Cake Pudding Short Cake Tiramisu Tanier Cream/Mont Blanc

TOOLS

Chopsticks Clothes Hanger - improved Hairpin Herbal Candles Crochet hook Hand pump Hide Glue Steamer Precision Knife Roller Starch Glue Metal letter types Round Bell Safety Pin

MACHINES

Waxing Machine Letterpress Machine

PRINTING TYPES

Woodblock printing Stencil printing Letterpress printing

STATIONARY

Clay Tablet Mokkan Faux Papyrus Dipitch Dipitch Stylus Soot pencil Linseed and soot Ink Colour Ink Folders

- Paper -

Plant Paper (Volrin paper) Conjoining Paper (Nenseb paper) Effon (Music) Paper Fireproof Paper (Trombe paper) Rinfin Paper - Illgner Wax paper (Wax/Rinfin paper) Trauperle Paper -Illgner

- Magic Paper -

Enhanced Conjoining paper - Drewanchel Spellcasting Nenseb paper (Nenseb/Trombe with magic circle) Spellcasting effon paper (Effon/Trombe with chant) Maximum Quality Fey Paper (Effon/Trombe/Nenseb) improved by Ferdinand

MAGIC TOOLS

Music Box with Effon paper (technically made by Ehrenfest students) Drivable Highbeast Rainbow Highbeast Stenluke Disappearing Ink Plush Toy with recorded messages Magic tool to send books back to their shelves

MAGIC

Water Gun Copy and Place

KNOWLEDGE

Salting Out Lace knitting Written Calculation Decorative shaped vegetables Origami Introductory system Tickets Red seal Trading Graphs Myne Decimal System Rosemyne Magic Compression Method Female Crest Copyright royalties Questionnaire survey

PRINTED PRODUCTS

Black and white picture Book Children's Bible - Supreme God and the Eternal Five Children's Bible - Spring Subordinates Children's Bible - Summer Subordinates Children's Bible - Autumn Subordinates Children's Bible - Winter Subordinates Story Books Knight's Tale (short stories 1-3) - Compiled and translated Knight's Tale (short stories 4-5) - Compiled and translated Mother's Bedtime Stories Collection Unnamed Operation Grimm Book (Groschel) - Lutz Etiquette and Noble Euphamisms Book 1 - Fran Etiquette and Noble Euphamisms Book 2 - Fran Rozemyne's Recipe collection Knight's stories - Elvira Royal Academy stories - Elvira Royal Academy love stories - Elvira A history of Dunklefelger - Compiled and translated Knight stories Ahrensbach - Compiled Ditter Story - Roderick Royal Academy love stories 2 - Elvira The tale of Fernstine Part 1 - 3 - Elvira Sheet Music Concert programs Accounting report Printed illustrations (created to promote a knight's tale) Ferdinand illustations Cinderella Romance Novel (pornographic smut)

Songs

Tulip Anime Song Song for the concert Movie theme song "Under the chestnut tree" A hymn for Eglantine (requested by Anastasius) A couple classical songs

[romana-after-dark]

WIP wednessday

thank you @princessanglophile for tagging! i never remember to do these but im actually writing rn

This is for chapter 3 of Be Quiet, my dark!logan x reader series! (see pinned post)

“Remy ain’t coming.” He blurts out, ready to break the news of the date as bluntly as possible to make him look worse, but when he saw the worry on your face he read your mind. “He had to go take care of business, he’s fine though.” Watching the relief on your face made him annoyingly jealous. “Sorry he had to miss your uh…” Logan glanced around the room. “Date, I guess.” He likes hearing you giggle, even if he thinks it might be at him. “Did he call it a date?” “Well… no…” Why did he feel so flustered with you? “Good. It’s hardly a date. I have higher standards than sharing a sandwich in my classroom.” Despite his protests, you lay half your sandwich on his side of the desk. He couldn't say no to you. “Remy eats lunch with me sometimes, keeps me company. As a friend, if you were wondering.” He was. There was a comfortable silence as Logan ate the sandwich you gave me, doing everything he could to not hum as he delighted in it. How did you make a simple caprese sandwich taste so good? How did he get roped into sharing a meal with you when he was supposed to keep his distance? “You’re good with them.” He mumbles with his mouth half full. When you look up with confusion he elaborates. “The kids, I mean. They like you. I can see it, and I’ve heard others talking.” This makes you blush, looking away as you deflect the compliment. “Thank you, it’s probably the only thing I’m qualified to do.” “I’m sure that’s not true. Were you a teacher before you came here?” “I wasn’t anything before I came here.”

Hope yall like!!!!

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[whentherewerebicycles]

hello dear Jes, I am all out of good meal ideas!! I’m always in awe of your drive to cook and the great-looking meals you create. Any good recs for yummy and relatively easy / quick recipes? thank u 🙏

hello!! yes here are some very easy, low effort low prep recipes i love. the bolded ones are the ones i find myself making most often when i am like wow i do NOT want to cook but if i must do so, i wish to make the easiest thing ever.

shakshuka (all recipes are basically the same! i make it with canned tomatoes to cut down on prep, add a sliced jalapeno to make it spicier, and top it with feta and cilantro. if you are not crazy about eggs my sister often makes it with chickpeas and no eggs!)

thai peanut noodles (you can make as-is but i often add roasted broccoli and air fryer tofu if i have time!)

ricotta pasta with roasted broccoli and chickpeas (i roast the broccoli rather than broiling it as i am afraid of broiling lol but it's very easy and delish)

creamy corn pasta (my beloved)

spaghetti with onion-"bacon", corn, and basil

roasted sweet potato tacos (roast sweet potatoes, warm black beans on the stove with spices, and make easy quick-pickled onions if i have time - then you can add avocado, sour cream, cilantro, and any other toppings you like!)

potato egg and cheese breakfast tacos (i roast or air-fry small-cubed potatoes, scramble eggs, melt cheese into the eggs, and top with the salsa of your choice!)

migas breakfast tacos

tortellini with pesto and roasted veggies

caprese toasts (toast bread of your choice, then add pesto, sliced mozzarella, sliced cherry tomatoes, basil if you have it, and balsamic glaze... my all-time fave easy/no-cook meal)

pesto pasta with frozen peas (another super easy one i make when i want to barely cook at all - you boil the frozen peas in the pasta pot for the last three minutes of the pasta's cook time. then add pesto, grated parmesan, a squeeze of lemon, and halved cherry tomatoes if you have them)

easy asparagus soup (thinly slice a leek and cut 1-2 bunches of asparagus into half inch pieces. melt 3 TBS of butter in your pot, then saute the leek plus 5-6 cloves of garlic for 8 min. add asparagus pieces and 4-6 cups of veggie stock, bring to a boil, salt and pepper, and simmer for 30 min. transfer it all to a blender and blend, then add 1/4th cup grated parmesan and the juice of half a lemon. serve with crusty croutons and sliced chives)

roasted sweet potato & figs dish (you can also make with dried dates if you can't find figs!)

easy chana masala

nectarine, arugula, and feta salad (best in the summer when it's nectarine season but delish all year round... you can also use peaches. i usually serve it on a bed of quinoa so it's more filling/more of a main dish. the basil dressing is to die for i could eat it with a spoon)

avocado & egg sandwich (you can make this on a bagel, english muffin, or bread... just toast your bread, mash avocado onto the bread & sprinkle with red pepper flakes, and then scramble or fry eggs to your liking and put on top)

[bunny-lovers]

🌟 and 🪩? -@hades-beloved

Hope you & your f/os have a great day & thank you for the ask! 😊 @sunandmoonships @goodmorningawfulbye

🥀 - has your f/o ever given you a bouquet of flowers? what kinds of flowers do they include?

Yes, she has & the kinds of flowers are pink carnations, red roses, pink orchids, & red anthuriums. She'll also give me sunflowers & red roses.

��� - have they ever made a big, grand gesture for you? say, throw a surprise party, or go on an impromptu vacation?

Yes & it was a impromptu vacation.

💖 - what's the nicest compliment they've ever given you? what's the nicest compliment you've ever given them?

The nicest compliment Rumi ever given me was when I was feeling insecure about my deep voice, but Rumi told me that she loves my deep voice. It made me feel a lot better. The nicest compliment I ever given Rumi was how beautiful her red eyes that I've ever seen.

🌟 - have you ever stargazed with them before? if they're interested in it, where would you two like to go to see them?

Yes & we would go to a national park to see them.

🌲 - whats your f/o's ideal date spot to take you to? what's your ideal date spot to take them?

Her ideal date spot to take me to is visit the zoo or aquarium. My ideal date spot to take Rumi is hit the beach.

🦑 - would you two ever go on an aquarium date together? who's idea was it, and which fish is their/your favorite to look at?

Yes, it was my idea, & my favorite fish to look at is arc-eye hawkfish. Rumi's favorite fish to look at is orange fairy basslet.

🥪 - picnic time! what do you guys bring? do you pick them out together, or pick them out separately and surprise each other?

We would bring egg salad sandwiches, broccoli pasta salad, caprese skewers, lemon cookies, vegetarian club sandwiches, cucumber salad, & brownies. We pick them out together.

💍 - you two go pick out matching lockets to keep a picture/piece of hair/memento of the other in! what do they look like? what picture of theirs do you keep?

It would be gold heart locket necklaces. I keep a picture of Rumi smiling in my heart locket necklace.

🧁 - you bake something together! what do you bake? how does it turn out? is it the best thing you've ever tasted? or does it suck ass?

Chocolate cupcakes! It turned out great & it's the best thing we've ever tasted.

🎃 - have you guys ever carved pumpkins together? do you visit a pumpkin patch, or buy one from the store? or maybe you grew it? what would your pumpkins look like?

Yes, we have & we buy one from the store. My pumpkin would be a smiling pumpkin. Rumi's pumpkin would be a rabbit.

🎄 - if you celebrate Christmas, what does your tree look like? what kinds of decorations would your f/o prefer? do you decorate it together, or does just one of you do the decorating?

Our tree is a rainbow & we put white Christmas ornament sets on it. One of us do the decorating.

🍝 - you guys go to a nice fancy restaurant together! what does your f/o order? what do you order? do you guys order a dessert? perhaps, to share?

Rumi order Filet Mignon while I order Eggplant Parmesan. Yes, we do order a dessert to share.

🪩 - you guys attend a party together! perhaps it's formal, maybe a ball? perhaps a masquerade? what are you wearing? do you/your f/o enjoy it?

We would both wear black suit blazer, a white shirt & a black dress pants. Yes, we do enjoy it!

🧸 - it's valentine's day! what stereotypical valentine's day gift does your f/o give you? a box of chocolates, perhaps a stuffed animal?

Rumi gives me a heart pendant necklace, a box of chocolates & red roses.

📺 - what movies do you guys like watching together? is there any specific movie that comes to mind?

We watch any movies that has action, adventure, comedy, romance, & animated. Yes & that would be Zootopia.

[bsaka7]

i need to buy fake bacon. don't let me cop out i need to have either fake bacon sauerkraut rye sandwich or fake bacon BLT or fake bacon caprese sandy!!!!!

[swampstew]

Blind Date Event ~ Sanji X Reader

Thank you to everyone who submitted applications for my Blind Date Matchmaking Event. I hope you enjoy these lovely bedtime stories during this week of overpriced chocolates, flowers and heart shaped things. @tremendousardency please excuse me while I pound my fists into the pavement, Sanji is too damn adorable!!! Hope you enjoy your date!

Mostly fluff, SFW, Sanji X Female reader, first blind date experience. WC:1.3K. Minors DNI - my content is for mature audiences only

When you received your blind date match you nearly passed out. A professional chef?? God knows you were not confident in the kitchen. You immediately agreed to the date, eager to meet the handsome blonde that graced the message.

Meeting Sanji was a little intense. You’ve always been the type to self-restrain, even subconsciously. Would you be good enough? Be attractive enough? Would you talk too much or embarrass yourself? Always stressing about one thing or another. You were hoping that going on a date or two would help build your confidence up at the very least. At best, you would meet your perfect match. You saw it as a win either way. You were not, however, expecting your date to fall for you – literally – the second you opened your door.

His gray-blue eyes widened comically as he laid eyes on you. You could have sworn you saw the slender man literally swoon in place.

“_____-chan! That wicked matchmaking medium sent me my match profile but it doesn’t do you even a fraction of justice!” he exclaimed, pupils shaped like hearts. It made you blush deeply.

“Oh, um thank you Mr. Vin—” you smiled warmly but before you could finish your statement, he gently lifted your hand up and placed a kiss over the back.

“Just Sanji, please,” he said.

Sanji drove a little erratically, not able to tear his eyes of you. Thankfully the date location was nearby or you were sure your date would end with you both in the hospital. During the drive you started with the icebreakers in your pamphlet. Getting the formalities out of the way as you got the basic gist of who Sanji Vinsmoke is and vice versa.

You were shocked to learn he was former royalty. He had given up his birthright to live his dream as a chef, something that thoroughly disgusted his family. As a child, he ran away from his lavish home and through many trials, found a new home and family. With none other than Chef Zeff, the most famous cook in the country who owned his own massive, exclusive restaurant right in the town you lived in.

Car parked, Sanji offered you the crook of his elbow as he carried a massive picnic basket in his free hand. You offered to help carry the blanket but he steadfastly refused. Opting to roll it over his shoulders instead. You were hesitant in accepting his arm but you relinquished that inner anxiety and slipped your hand through the opening he left you. While the two of you walked arm-in-arm down the garden path, it was your turn to talk about yourself.

By the time you made it to the private pond, Sanji learned about your passions, your mild interests, your favorite pastimes, and a bit of your own family history. He listened to you speak, only interjecting to question you more in depth about the things you spoke on or asking for clarification on the things he wasn’t sure he understood. He was beyond polite and you were thrilled that he was the type of person who actively listened.

Together, you placed the blanket down and unpacked the wicker basket. Sanji had prepared everything: the light finger sandwiches, the fresh fruit that was cut into heart shapes, a delicious salad with homemade dressing, caprese skewers, a small charcuterie board, a bottle of real champagne on ice and two thermoses; one with still hot tea and the other with cold water.

The food was delicious and light, it was the perfect meal for an outdoor date such at this. The weather was not too hot nor chilly, a somewhat cloudy day that partially blocked the sun but still left the sky bright. You both played the games inside the pamphlet, excited to learn more about each other and laugh together.

“Never have I ever…cooked a perfect meal,” you giggled, finishing your champagne flute.

Sanji gaped at you, “_____-chan, that was personal!” as he brought down his last finger, effectively losing the game. You laughed again, shrugging your shoulders casually.

“I’m not a very good cook so yeah, I picked low hanging fruit.”

“Cooking is a skill; I certainly wasn’t very good when I first started out. I also didn’t have an audience to taste teste and help me improve like I do now. I’m happy and privileged to be in a place where I found someone who not only adopted me into his family but also taught me everything I needed to know about being a man and chef.”

“I like your honesty, your authenticity,” you blurted out, eyes bugging a little at the sudden confession.

His eyes grew wide before he shut them close, a wide smile forming on his face.

“I like your personality and forwardness. Not afraid to say what you mean and standing by your convictions. Even if you try to shy away from it sometimes,” he chuckled as your hands tucked under your thighs.

“What are your deal breakers?” you ask.

“Hmmm. I would have to say…abusive behavior, maltreatment of food, and,” his face flushed, “people trying to get me to quit smoking. I’m a Frenchman through and through, I can’t change who I am. What about you, ______?”

You looked thoughtfully at him, “hmm well I don’t super love smoking but I wouldn’t dismiss anyone because of their vices, especially when there are much worse ones. My dealbreakers are, inability to express emotions, close-mindedness, and full blown chatterboxes. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed when someone can’t slow down for a moment of peace or silence.”

Sanji nodded his head, smiling as you explained yourself.

“I think a lot of people have things that do or don’t work for them and that’s ok. Although I am relieved to hear so far that we don’t appear to dealbreakers for each other, thus far anyways.”

You nodded in agreement, turning your head to the side when the wind picked up harshly. The two of you had been enjoying each other’s company that you hadn’t noticed the gray clouds that crept over the sky.

“Damn weather coming to rain on our parade,” he glared at the clouds. “I should take you home, don’t want you getting sick because of my selfish desire to continue our date,” he sighed.

It wasn’t how you anticipated it to end but you didn’t say anything as the two of you cleaned up your spot and walked back to the car. Though it was a bit of a rushed walk, Sanji did pause a few times to let you admire certain plants or little critters running around the flowerbeds. He squatted down to offer some squirrels the leftover cranberries and pecans from the salad dish and it made your heart do backflips.

The drive back to your home was peaceful. You conversed with each other a little but when the rain got heavy Sanji chose to focus on driving, making sure not to hit any potholes or swerve too sharply to make you sick. It allowed you time to contemplate your next move.

He held the blanket over both of you while he escorted you to your door. Pulling out your keys, you jumped when out of the corner of your eye you saw branches of lightning strike down followed by an immediate roar of thunder.

“Sanji?” he quirked his curly eyebrow at you, waiting for you to find the words you wanted to speak.

“I had a lovely time with you but I can’t knowingly let you drive in such awful weather. If you’re free and would like to, you can come inside and we can continue our date? I have plenty of DVD choices and games on my console,” you offered anxiously. Those intrusive thoughts were starting to peak in your mind as they did before your date started.

Sanji looked surprised for a moment before his eyes became heart shaped again, “_____-chan you’re so thoughtful! I would love to spend more time with you! I’ll watch any movie or play any game; you name it and I’m yours!” he excitedly chattered.

You smiled warmly at him as a cute blush spread on your face. You unlocked your front door and invited him inside, eager to see how the rest of your date would play out.

[writingjourney]

What kind of sandwiches do you think the Papas like the most? Include condiments.

You know, I am not American, I am not a hoagie/sub/sammich expert or whatever funny things you got there. But there is only ONE real answer to this question:

Any sort of sandwich that has mayo on it.

Eggs and mayo, ham and mayo, caprese and mayo, peanut butter and mayo. And then an extra serving of mayo on the side. It needs to be dripping out of that sandwich and onto their hairy chests. There.