#de-licious

[childoftheriver]

The boys

[frankenruth]

I feel like no ever talks about how you can make a spaghetti sandwich using garlic bread

[bi-dykes]

Pizza sub pizza sub pizza sub

[heirofnepeta]

dr pepper sucks

Blocked and reported

[hey-its-me-rolly-polly]

and if I say, mi mi mi mi re re re re do so mi do la si.... take it away !

[t00thpasteface]

more doll klothes klinger, this time with rainbow high's olivia woods doll. malicious compliance? more like DE-licious!

[undead-knick-knack]

It's De-lightful

It's De-licious

It's D̪͎͍̦͚͓͉̪̀̄ͬ̋̐ͦe̲͖̪͍̣͕̫͇̎͗͌̓-̰̘̩̣̠͗L̫̫͎̥̞̭ͧ̒̒̈́͛̍ͧ̚a̝̗̱̫̮̰͎ͯ̑ͬ̑̿̿ṳ͎̖̭̲̥͙ͮͣ̄ͮ̍̄̔d̙̗̯̙͖̱̬͓͌ň̺̭͚̰̟̹͐̈́ͯͩ̄ͅa̼̠ͫ̒̈́̋̆̒ͭ͋

[badaleesbish]

BADA...

FUCKING....

LEE‼️

She knows we miss her, so she decided to spoil her babies...

She is so FUCKING beautiful...

She looks SCRUMPTIOUS 😍

DE FUCKING LICIOUS‼️‼️

Is it even possible for this woman to not look so damn good with every hair color...

[blvckentropy]

Curv-De-Licious

[porcelainseashore]

Coffee & Secrets (3)

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Rookie Cop! Leon x Barista! Fem! Reader

Summary: As a cozy coffee shop owner in Raccoon City, you’re no stranger to visitors seeking comfort, quiet, and warmth. When a rookie officer named Leon finds a kindred spirit in you, it sets in motion a chain of events that forever changes the course of your lives. An alternate universe set in Resident Evil 2 Remake and inspired by the game Coffee Talk.

Content & Warnings: Canon divergence, coffee shops, romance, slow burn, strangers to lovers, idiots in love, fluff, slice of life, swearing

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Chapter 3: Venture

As the days flew by, quickly turning into weeks and the weeks culminating in months, Leon grew busier, taking on additional responsibilities from his colleagues. Just as you had predicted, he was more than qualified and capable of handling his own in the role of a police officer. Despite that, he always found the time to visit your shop, even if it was for a quick coffee break during a night shift. No matter how grueling it was, he would be there. Sometimes, he would even get yelled at by his patrol partner for taking too long, though they were often placated by a free pick-me-up you doled out, which Leon insisted on footing the bill without fail.

One of these nights, he strolled in with Lieutenant Branagh, chatting jovially as they grabbed the usual front row seats.

“How’s my favorite barista doing?” Marvin greeted you, unclasping his arms as he brought you in for a quick hug over the counter.

“Not too shabby, how about you? How’s the girls?”

Leon eyed the two of you curiously; the familiarity with which you interacted with each other catching him slightly off-guard.

“They’re doing great, growing up so fast. My eldest might surpass her old man in a year’s time—just you wait,” he chortled, settling himself in.

“Remember her?” He passed you a recent photo of his daughter from his wallet.

“No way,” you guffawed, feeling the glossy paper nestle itself between your fingers. “She’s changed so much!”

“She’s a fine, young lady now, with a good head over her shoulders,” he responded, his eyes brimming with pride. “Just like yourself.”

“Thanks Marv,” you said, your response heartfelt as you returned the photo to him. “So, the usual?”

Rapping his fingers rhythmically on the table, he confirmed, “The usual.”

“Hey.” It was soft, unassuming, and so unapologetically Leon. 

A subtle smile broke out across his lips as he nodded at you. No hug—maybe it was too soon for hugs and he was not comfortable enough.

“Hey,” you acknowledged, nodding back with a faint smile of your own.

“I wish I could say ‘the usual’, but I don’t have one yet,” he admitted. “By the way, I’m getting this round.” He turned and peered over at Marvin who stood up halfway to protest.

“Naw, come on, put your money away, boy,” the older man commanded.

But Leon was not having any of it. “I insist, Lieutenant.” Holding his hand up before Marvin, he continued, “These few months, you’ve gone out of the way to mentor and support me. It’s the least I could do.”

At this, Marvin raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, then I’ll accept your offer graciously, rookie.”

You saw Leon scoff lightly at the nickname as he turned his attention towards you, his features mellowing. “I’ll take whatever you brew for me tonight,” he decided.

Just as you spun around to complete the order, he murmured, the lilt of his voice carried across by the wind, “It’s so good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you too, Leon,” you whispered back, noticing the crinkle in his eyes, the way he subconsciously puffed out his chest, and the fleeting glimpse of happiness that washed over his face.

Marvin glanced between the two of you as a knowing smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, but he said nothing, trusting in the passage of time to make its intentions clear.

When you served their drinks, Marvin slurped his down voraciously. “Ooh, the kick is still there. De-licious!” he exclaimed.

“What’s that?” Leon quizzed.

“Kopi Jahe—coffee and ginger,” Marvin clarified. “It’s Indonesian, if I’m not wrong. Perfect for my lactose-intolerant stomach.” He patted his belly to emphasize his point.

“Whatcha get?” he asked in return.

The younger officer blushed as he looked at you. “Guess I’ll have to taste it to find out.”

As always, he sniffed it before taking a tentative sip from the cup. “Mmm…” His eyes squeezed shut while he focused on the flavors. “Hmm…”

“Mint?” His bright blues greeted you again.

“Coffee, mint and honey,” you affirmed, flourishing it with a name, “Fire and Ice.”

Before he had a chance to respond, the door chime rang, and your eyes darted to your next customer of the night.

Ben. Good ol’ Ben Bertolucci.

“A Triple Espresso, please,” he called out, already striding towards his usual sitting corner, while simultaneously giving the two policemen a long, hard look. 

“Evening, officers,” he said curtly, giving them a sharp nod. They tipped their hats back, paying no mind to his soured mood as they dived into another conversation of their own.

Firing up the coffee machine, you ground the beans into a fine powder and let the pressurized hot water seep through the puck. The richly aromatic smell of a dark roast filled the air as the concentrated, viscous liquid dripped into the awaiting demitasse.

During this intermediary period, you unwittingly eavesdropped on the friendly chat between the officers.

“How do you know her again, Lieutenant?”

“Oh, I’ve been here a good number of times back in the day. Times when I really needed it. Times when all I wanted was a comforting drink and a space to sort out my mess. I happened to stumble across this shop—”

“Me too.”

“Hmpf, guess it’s that kinda place… let’s count ourselves lucky then. Anyway, enough about me. What about you?”

“Uh, what about me, sir?”

“You got any plans for your future, son? Pretty sure you didn’t just end up in Raccoon City with those perfect grades.”

“Oh, um, yeah. I guess. Now that you put it that way, uh, I’ve always wanted to investigate the Arklay Murders.”

“The Arklay Murders, huh? Shooting for the detective route?”

“You could say that.”

“Well, have you ever considered applying for S.T.A.R.S.?”

“Wh-what? Um, no, sir. Didn’t think I would qualify for something like that yet.”

“I’ve seen how you work. You're a fast learner, diligent, and competent. I know talent when I see it. You just need to work on your confidence a little, rookie. Keep this up and you’ll have my letter of recommendation on your desk by next year.”

“Wow, th-thanks, Lieutenant… I’m just not sure—”

“Look, you don’t have to make a decision now. All I’m asking is for you to think about it, alright?”

Reluctantly tearing yourself away from the rest of the discussion, you picked up the demitasse, which seemed to weigh like stone as you trudged over to Ben, setting it down on his makeshift desk. Heaps of documents were strewn across its surface in a haphazard manner as he scribbled furiously on his notepad, circling items in a red marker.

“Oh, hey, thanks,” he mumbled, still absorbed in his writing. “Hope you don’t mind, but it’s gonna be a long night.”

“Not at all, Ben,” you said, frowning at the grainy images of what appeared to be the Chief of Police, Brian Irons, in the background.

When he saw you peeking at his work, he shuffled apprehensively in his seat, attempting to use his arm to block your view. “Sorry, but this is top secret stuff.”

“I understand,” you replied empathetically. “Don’t worry, it’s safe with me.”

He snorted at your remark, but eased up, absentmindedly stroking his beard as he spoke, “Appreciate it. Don’t wanna rub people the wrong way, like those folks over there.” He jutted his chin out in Leon and Marvin’s direction.

“Seems like the RPD has taken a liking to this place,” he added with a hint of disdain.

You shook your head and laughed. “Not all of my customers are police officers, Ben.”

Narrowing his eyes at the two, he piped up, “Just watch yourself, that’s my advice. In my world, they’re pigs—the whole lot of ’em. Probably why the term ‘ACAB’ exists, eh?” He wagged his finger. “Food for thought.”

“You’ve probably seen a lot of abuse in your line of work,” you speculated, figuring that his poor experience with the force had shaped his current opinion.

“No shit,” he huffed before composing himself. “Well, as far as I can tell, Branagh’s… tolerable. Dull, but tolerable. The kid over there though, I don’t trust him, seems a bit green.”

You glanced over at Leon briefly. Almost as if he sensed your presence, his eyes shifted away from Marvin, colliding with yours, and a smile tinged with uncertainty unfolded on his face.

He’ll come into his own, you thought, smiling back reassuringly.

“So…” 

Ben’s gruff voice snapped you out of your reverie as you faced him again, but you didn’t miss a beat. “So, you’re obviously swamped. Ever imagined hiring an intern?”

“Why? Having second thoughts about your business?” he smirked in amusement.

“Nah, just a suggestion,” you replied blithely as you clutched the tray across your chest and tottered back to the counter. “You should put a call out. I’m sure a bunch of people would be interested in the work you do.”

Back at the other table, Marvin rose to leave, slapping Leon’s back encouragingly. “Well, it’s been a pleasure, but if I don’t head home in the next five minutes, I’ll end up on the sofa tonight.”

After you said your goodbyes, Leon leaned against the side of the counter, adjusting the hem of his uniform as he looked between the door and you, seemingly debating whether he should call it a night too. However, he decided otherwise.

“Um, you don’t mind if I stay a little longer, do you?”

“Not at all.” You indicated towards the typically vacant chairs in the room. “Take all the time you need.”

He did not sit down, hanging around you in silence for a few minutes before he said what was on his mind. “Did you always want to be a barista when you grew up?”

That stumped you. It was not very often that you received personal questions or interest in what you were doing. Maybe some even felt bad to ask. You were far more used to listening to people, and not the other way around.

“No, not really,” you answered truthfully. “To be frank, I don’t think I ever knew.”

“So, what made you decide?”

You hummed, tapping your chin as you pondered his question. “It was something I kinda just fell into,” you explained. “I saw an opportunity and took my chance. I guess I’ve always been idealistic and wanting to help people…”

“I’ve always wanted that too…” he chimed in gently as his fingers inadvertently brushed against yours. He jerked his hand away as soon as he realized, as if he had received an electric shock.

Pressing his lips into a thin line, he continued, “I became who I am because, when I was young, I saw someone do this very same job. He helped others, ordinary people, including me.”

“The man saved my life,” he stressed, pausing as if recalling a distant memory, before he divulged, “I told everyone, ‘That’s who I want to be when I grow up!’ Helping civilians, doing the little things that change their lives.”

“Now it feels like I’m only getting further away from it,” he sighed despondently. “Solving mystery cases like Scooby-Doo and joining an elite team…”

Your fingertips grazed his knuckles. “Nothing’s stopping you.”

“What?” He looked at you, startled.

“Nothing’s stopping you from helping others, just because you end up doing something else,” you answered plainly.

It took a while for your words to sink in before he could react to them. “You’re— I don’t know how you do it,” he chuckled in disbelief to himself. “You make me want to tell you everything. That’s your superpower.”

“I’m just me,” you shrugged. “Nothing more, nothing less.”

“And that’s exactly how I like you.”

Dividers by @/cafekitsune

[fromthedust]

unknown photographer - Wrecked - 1922

Alfred Eisenstaedt (German/American, 1898-1995) - A man standing in the lumberyard of Seattle Cedar Lumber Manufacturing - 1937

Alice Posluszna (working in Poland) - The Indoctrination - 2019 - www.instagram.com/alicja_posluszna/

Ján Cifra (Czech, 1929-1959) - Sand Dunes, Vietnam - 1956

Richard Nash (UK) – Monument to Ralph of Shrewsbury, Bishop of Bath and Wells (died 1363) - Wells Cathedral, Somerset

Justin Alexander Bartels (working in San Diego) - BOUDOIR-LICIOUS Lingerie - IMPRESSION series - justinalexanderbartels.com

Gérard Uféras (French, b.1970) - Museum d'histoire Naturelle Galerie de Paléontologie - Paris - Octobre 2016

unknown photographer - Helen Moyer with Electric Eel model - The Field Museum of Natural History - Chicago - 1947

unknown photographer - Nan Wood Graham and Dr. Byron McKeeby at the Grant Wood Memorial Exhibition - Gallery at the Cedar Rapids Public Library - September 1942

Jean Dieuzaide (French, 1921-2003) - La Petite Fille au lapin (Little Girl with a Rabbit) - Portugal - 1954

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[beneathcandycoatedclouds]

Ok hear me out I've been thinking so much about Astarion for obvious reasons but also about consent and how important that is to him as a character

I was talking to my husband about how I love him because he always waits for you to ask for things before doing them (feeding, relationship stuff, etc.) And even tho all the characters do that it feels extra special with him given his trauma and being a vampire, which usually means you hunt people for sport and are not asking permission, and my husband was like "yeah except for the first time"

And here's the thing about that - Astarion is a rogue. A real sneaky boy. Mechanically has sneak attack. His bite bonus action has a 100% chance of hitting. You shouldn't wake up until he has latched on to you already. Which leads me to believe... That he meant to wake you up that first time. He meant to wake you up so that there would be a chance to reveal his nature and to ask if he can have some blood so he doesn't fuckin' die. But given that the dude isn't used to trust or vulnerability and revealing that he is a vampire is already a MASSIVE show of that, he needed to find a way to make it seem like he wasn't asking permission. In a weird way, he wanted to ask for consent without being fully vulnerable. And to me this was the first display, way early on, that he was just waiting for someone to trust him and trust in his abilities to make the right choice. He knows what that choice is he just needs people to trust him to make it (which is also another de-LICIOUS theme with all the other companions as well and the overarching theme of overcoming the darkness within us as a whole).

And on top of all this he later reveals that he has never tasted blood from someone before!!! Only animals!!! Like even when he had to do terrible things for Cazador or was out searching the streets for victims he never caved once! He was living off of the putrid rats Cazador gave him and denied his hunger when out in public because it was important to him that he didn't hurt people when he didn't absolutely have to from evil papa C!

And like yeah. Sometimes he wants murder and chaos and children to die in act I. But also hear me out - one of the things so many approval guides messes up in explaining what he approves of is "is this person typically classified as a monster? Are you killing them without looking for an explanation or giving them another chance, even if they might not deserve it?" And usually it's things like sparing the act I hag or other "monsters". That's why he is so blatantly racist to the Gur - and please don't misunderstand I think it's rough to hear that part - but looking at it from his perspective as well, Gur monster hunters kill "monsters" without a second thought. If Astarion was alone they would have just murdered him without thinking or realizing that he wasn't everything they thought he was or knowing he had never tasted human blood.

Now we are far away from the original post idea from consent but this all leads to the final point of like. People characterizing him as chaotic evil and just how much the alignment system really can do people dirty. Like no! It can all be traced back to a deep good desire of wanting to give people another chance and giving people an opportunity to make their own choices and be better! He has no idea but that desire is there! Basically it's like the option you can say to Minsc - there's good and bad in everyone it's just what people want to listen to

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[Bitter Sweet Sixteen] 002-A18 - wallflower

Momiji: Muneuji-kun, is Ushio-kun's work going…

Muneuji: He won't say, even if I ask.

Momiji: I see. Maybe I'll go ask him myself.

Muneuji: I don't believe you'll receive a good response. You see, Uuchan… Ushio is-

Ushio: My stomach hurts, so I'm going to sleep. It's toooo painful to give a progress report.

Momiji: (H-he's pretending to sleep…!)

Ushio: …Seems too noisy to sleep here, I'll go somewhere else. See ya.

*footsteps*

Momiji: …

Muneuji: Ushio is extraordinarily contrary, so his disposition is such that when he's told to do something, he'll stubbornly refuse to do it.

That's probably how he feels this very moment. My understanding of this is why even I can't quite reach out.

Momiji: I see… I remember how I felt at that age.

Wanting to resist when your parents or teachers butt into your life. I had a phase like that too…

Muneuji: No, Uuchan's parents are-

…No, it's nothing.

Momiji: Yeah?

Muneuji: Excuse me. I was about to say something I shouldn't.

Please forget that. …As an apology, I'll give you a little hint on how to win over Uuchan.

He's weak to "ReiOu" - he's a ReiOu liker.

Momiji: Rei… ou…? I've never heard that word before, what is it exactly?

Muneuji: I don't know the details myself. However, I've heard him say people are "cooking*" with it or somesuch.

Momiji: Huh…

(Cooking… that does just make me think of food. Ah, maybe something to do with open-air fires or camping supplies?)

(I say that, but I can't quite picture Ushio enjoying the outdoors…)

I'll look it up.

…Huh! There's not a single result.

Muneuji: That's odd. Perhaps there are strict rules on the web search.

Momiji: (Reiou… I feel like I'm going to lose sleep thinking about this.)

Boyfriend: Woah~ did you make this bento for me!? These sandwiches look delicious!

Girlfriend: It's a must for a beach date. Ufufu. Eat up plenty, I brewed some tea too.

Boyfriend: De~licious! You're the best! I wuv you!

Girlfriend: No, YOU'RE the best! I wuv you wots!

Ushio: "Wuv wuv", ugh… right when someone else is worrying, too. Easygoing people sure have it nice.

(I brought the egg here since I figure I should throw it in the sea, but the place is filled with noisy, carefree couples… guess this was a bust.)

Well, whatever. At any rate, I should hurry and throw-

*tap tap tap*

Ushio: (… What's that sound…)

*tap tap tap*

Ushio: (Is something in the shell… knocking?)

…So gross and creepy… Feels like it's gonna explode the moment I take it out the bag, awful…

Would be nice to throw it out with the bag, but…

Boyfriend: I wuv you mo~re!

Girlfriend: No way! I wuv you most!

Ushio: Tch…

(There's more eyes here than I thought, and this pouch belongs to Muneuji's little sister, so I can't…)

…What exactly should I do here.

Boyfriend: Ahahahaha! You make me so happy!

Ushio: ……

Girlfriend: Come on, that's my line! Ufufufu!

Ushio: …Just disappear, you flower-brained idiots. Are their heads filled with pink candy floss or something?

Boyfriend & Girlfriend: Ahahahahaha!

??: Ahahahahaha!

Ushio: (Ah-)

(I'm falling.)

[Asu-High *** Year Class *** Chat~!]

Mizuho**: Wasn't he awful today? Feels like he appears whenever you mention him

Hirota: You mean that Gentleman***? He appeared when I was shit-talking, scared the crap out of me!

Jinguji: Who was it, anyway? Y'know, that gave him that "Gentleman" nickname behind his back… lol

Shodo: Me lol cause he seems to think he's all upstanding lol it's so funny lol

Hirota: He puts on airs then completely bombs it lmao no helping it since he's a loner lmao

Mizuho: Felt like he popped up like a bug when we were having fun talking

Jinguji: I hate even breathing the same air as him, can't he screw up and get expelled

Ushio: (Falling, falling.)

Classmate A: Y'know, that guy-

Classmate B: Ah? Who?

Classmate A: That Gentleman.

Classmate B: Aah.

Ushio: (It'll be a real pain if I fall.)

Classmate A: He's always got that amused smirk on his face, even though his family got wiped out.

Is he fucked in the head?

Classmate B: Usually you wouldn't be able to smile ever again.

Ushio: (Ah.)

Ushio: …

I fell.

Momiji: Thanks for coming shopping with me, Sakujiro-san!

Sakujiro: No, 'tis but a trifling matter. Now, let us carry the bags inside.

Momiji: Right! Nice and easy…

…

Um, Sakujiro-san, did you see it? The forecast for the day after tomorrow…

Sakujiro: Yes, the weather forecast. I of course checked it in advance.

Momiji: What should we do…

Sakujiro: These things occasionally happen when carrying out something important.

Sakume is always watching over you and the students, Chief.

Momiji: Right…

Ushio: …

Momiji: Wah! You surprised me! Ushio-kun, weren't you resting in your… room…

Ushio: ……

*footsteps*

Momiji: (Are his eyes glazed over? Is he angry?)

*He says Ushio is a "tsuyobi" of the genre, which is slang for a hardcore fan. However, the term itself refers to a high cooking temperature, so it was changed to make sense with Momiji's following comments

**While these character's names don't appear in the story, they are in the log. They may be incorrect since there are multiple possible readings of the kanji used

***Originally "好青年" (kouseinen), defined as "good young man", "agreeable youth", so on. I'm… not entirely happy with how translating it as "gentleman" sounds, but it's the closest I can think of that somewhat works as a nickname. It may be changed later

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