#i feel like it would taste like. gelato

[solaaresque]

ur theme… i will eat it… /pos

omg thamk u… i hope it tastes delicious

[bits-and-babs]

✦ 𝐁𝐔𝐙𝐙 𝐁𝐔𝐙𝐙 ✦

– KINKTOBER DAY 3: PHONE SEX

johnny mactavish x reader | smut, 18+ | 1.3k words

summary: on leave, johnny can't resist pestering you while you're at work. or perhaps he just can't resist you...

cw: f!reader, sexting, dirty talk, voyeurism(?), begging, masturbation (m & f), orgasm denial, inferred voyeurism. this one made me blush.

⇽ KINKTOBER MLIST | DAY 4: APHRODISIACS ⇾

❝You look so good right now. I can’t actually see you, but I assume you look good because you always do.❞

A grin splits across your lips as you read the text that lights up your phone screen. It lays next to your keyboard on your desk, the lock screen a photo of you and Johnny on holiday in Spain. The sky brings out the blue in Johnny’s eyes– or what you can see of them. They’re almost crinkled shut as he laughs at you, having pushed the icecream you’d both been sharing into your face, creamy white gelato smeared across your nose. 

Peering over your desktop screen, you make sure no one in the office is looking as you pick your phone up. Donna has her eyes firmly on an excel spreadsheet that looks far more like an ancient language than it does data she can make sense of, and Peter has left his desk to make what you could only assume was his signature, watered down cups of tea that made you gag when you tried them. Before he could come back and catch you red handed, you tap your password into the phone, unlocking it to respond to the cheeky text message. 

It was odd to get a message like this now. Texts like these were usually reserved for when Johnny was on deployment, off in some God forsaken sandy wasteland where bullets would fly past his head and threaten to steal him from you. Instead, he was on leave, no doubt sitting on the sofa with his PS4 controller in hand, yelling commands to his makeshift squadron. You’d be home in a few hours – an office job wasn’t quite as long and treacherous as a place on the special forces. 

“Can’t last 7.5 hours without me? x” 

You smile to yourself as you hit send, turning your attention back to the work on your desktop before noticing how quickly the ‘ … ‘ speech bubble appears above the keyboard in your chat. It takes barely a couple of seconds before Soap replies. 

Bzz. 

“Go in the bathroom and take a picture of you touching your pretty pussy. Please? xoxo” 

It’s ridiculous, the way such a simple text sets your body alight. The warmth prickles in your stomach, settles between your thighs as you try to reason with yourself. Lunch was two hours away, and you had no doubt that Johnny would keep pestering you until you finally gave in to his pleadi–

Bzz. 

“Please? xoxoxoxox”

Chuckling to yourself, you lock your computer and stand from your desk. As casually as you can manage given you were soaking your panties, you inform Donna that you need a bathroom break. Making a note to pat yourself on the back for working so hard and earning her trust, you grin and offer a quiet thank you when she nods her head in dismissal. 

As you try to hurry to the bathroom without catching anyone’s attention, you can feel your phone buzzing in your hand. 

Bzz. 

Bzz. 

Bzz, bzz, bzz. 

Biting back a stupid grin, you ignore his pining text messages entirely and head straight for the call button, pressing your phone to your ear as you enter the single stall bathroom and lock the door behind you. 

It takes two trills of the phone before Johnny answers. You’re surprised– you expected him to hit the answer button halfway through the first. 

The first thing you hear is the sound of skin on skin, wet, sloppy sounds of Johnny working his cock in his hand as he groans your name down the receiver. 

“Fuuckkk. Yer a dirty girl, bonnie. Leavin’ yer desk to touc–” 

“Shut the fuck up, Johnny,” you breathe, malice lacking in your voice as you quickly pull the hem of your skirt up to your hips, leaning against the wall and burying your hand underneath the waistband of your panties. 

“But– Fuck– I wanna taste you,” Johnny continues pining for you, making your clit throb as you roll it beneath your fingertips with an airy sigh. Johnny sounds far more unhinged on the end of the phone, crackly audio punctuated with heavy, needy gasps of bliss and the slick sound of him fucking into his hand over and over.

“You sound so needy, Johnny,” you coo quietly, pinching your clit and feeling the warmth of your arousal trickle through your nerves when you hear Soap groan desperately. 

“Jesus– Yer bein’ so fuckin’ mean t’me,” he complains weakly, the sound of his thrusts getting louder and quicker over his slurred protests. “Feels so fuckin’ good, Bonnie. Wanna feel you ‘round me.”

Slowly burying your fingers inside your slick cunt, you whimper softly as you grind your clit into the heel of your palm. It’s not enough. Nothing is enough after having Johnny. His months away on deployment are torture, no technique or toys enough to bring the same bliss he consistently pulled from you each and every time you fell into bed together. Or the sofa, or the shower, or the kitchen counterto–

“Need you t’come home, Bonnie. Need you t’come home and sit on my face. Cannae wait all day for ye to come back home,” the timbre in Johnny’s voice is hoarse. It burns something sinful deep down in your gut, pleasure arcing with another circle of your clit. 

“What if I just left you there?” You muse quietly, careful not to be too loud incase anyone was passing by, “What if I clocked off after work and went for dinner with that guy on the payments team… What’s his name, Darren?” 

You’re grinning halfway through your teasing comment, hearing Johnny spluttering in complaint. 

“Bonnie–”

“Or… You could behave. Could wait for me to come home without interr-upting my work,” you hiccup, dangerously close to cumming when you felt the beginning of your orgasm zing up the base of your spine. You arch your hips away from your palm despite your clit’s throb of complaint, squeezing your eyes shut and bracing your voice to sound steady. “And when I come home, I’ll ride you while you play your game. You can be on mic, and Gaz and your friend’ll hear you struggle to keep it together. Hear how fucking wet I sound when you put your dick in me.” 

“Steamin’ fuckin’ Jesus–” Johnny wheezed, the sound of him fucking his hand hastening at your filthy offer. “Hah–”

“You can’t cum, though,” you urge him quickly, grinning at the sound of his desperate wail when the sounds suddenly stopped altogether. It was replaced by the sound of Johnny’s heaving breaths, quiet moans of complaint. You could imagine him now, sprawled out across the sofa, grey sweats around his ankles. He’d have his face buried in the crook of an elbow, cock flushed like his cheeks while bobbing up and down in protest and drooling precum onto his stomach. 

“Stay right there, just like that,” you breathe, excitement bubbling in your chest at the sound of his struggle, “Text Gaz and tell him to be online at 17:30.”

“Fuck,” Johnny slurs, and the sound sparks something so visceral in you that it threatens to spark an orgasm all on its own. “S’fuckin’ torture.” 

“I know, baby. I’ll make it worth it,” you promise him, ending the call before the sound of his keens made you cum. 

An hour or two later, sitting at your desk and vaguely focusing on the spreadsheets of information that were all beginning to blur together, your phone buzzes with another text. This time, a picture is attached. 

“Still here.” 

Johnny’s laying on the sofa, lips raw from gnawing on them in what you could only assume was an attempt to restrain himself. His cock is rock hard, bright red and angry with its neglect as it drools a wet pool of precum across his abs and down his shaft, exactly as you’d predicted. 

You’ve never been so excited for clocking off. 

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[rafesangelita]

First of all, biiiig congratulations on 5k!! I can't tell you how many times I've binged your masterlist since I found your account but I love, love, LOVE how you write and all of your different characters, though sweetheart kook!reader is probably my favourite!

I was wondering if I could order a homemade gelato 🍨 from your celebration menu with a moodboard for frat!rafe x tutor!reader and headcanons for how Rafe (more specifically frat!rafe — I love frat!rafe 🤭) would act in a relationship with a mid-size/chubby!reader.

I know you haven't something like that yet, but I would love if you could, because a girl's gotta indulge in Rafe content with her own body type sometimes and I've seen so many people on here act like Rafe would exclusively date skinny, petite girls and I wholeheartedly do not believe that, because, in my opinion, if Rafe's whipped for someone he's not gonna care about superficial stuff like that.

Anyway that's all xx

frat!rafe x chubby!reader who are pda monstersss, they love showing affection for eachother, no matter who or how many people are around. frat!rafe who is obsessed with dressing chubby!reader, always taking her out shopping and picking out her outfits for her. chubby!reader who loves how touchy and protective rafe is with her. “gotta make sure everyone knows you’re my girl, right?” he’d wrap his arms around your waist, pressing kisses to the curve of your neck. frat!rafe who shows you off proudly, flaunting you like a trophy at all of his parties. chubby!reader who can’t go ten minutes without being groped by rafe himself.

frat!rafe who never holds back on showering you with compliments and praise until you feel like you’re the only girl in the world, which in rafe’s mind you are. chubby!reader who goes to sleep thinking of her man, and is so so so smitten by him. frat!rafe who begged chubby!reader to sit on his face when it was their first time being intimate together. “i don’t know.. what if i hurt you?” rafe couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth. “are you fuckin’ kidding me? get over here.” he’d drag you on top of him, your boyfriend so pussy drunk afterwards he knew no one else was capable of doing this to him.

chubby!reader who sits in rafe’s lap, per his request. frat!rafe who keeps his girl fed!! he loves to take her out, but loves cooking for her even more. “tell me how it tastes, baby.” he’d pull his bottom lip between his teeth as you nodded with a moan. “wow, ray, i love it!” you’d peck his cheek. “you’ll be my dessert afterwards.” rafe would wink before serving himself. chubby!reader who sends pictures of herself in a new miniskirt while rafe is in class. ‘what do you think? 🤍’ you’d press send, knowing he was going to go crazy when he saw your message. ‘i think i need to ditch this lecture and bury my head in those thighs.’ rafe replied before barging into his room soon after.

frat!rafe x chubby!reader who try to be quiet during sex but to no avail, always end up not caring who hears. frat!rafe who was so cocky when he fucked you standing up, his large hands squeezing the soft flesh of your tummy while he thrusted into you. “mm, fuck- i don’t ever wanna hear you say you’re too heavy for me again.” he’d grunt in your ear, quite literally throwing you around like a rag doll. chubby!reader who rides frat!rafe with his fingers digging into her skin while he watches her tits bounce in awe. frat!rafe who looks at you like you’re not real when you move on top of him, his head empty as he listens to you make those pretty sounds of yours.

[blues824]

Can I have headcanons about how Malleus would react when he tried ice cream cake (a combination of both his favorite and least favorite foods), fried ice cream and gelato for the first time, especially during his birthday? Bonus points if he compared ice cream and gelato and tasted both of them just to see which one he likes better.

Gender-neutral reader.

Malleus Draconia

When you invited him to Ramshackle so he could taste-test a few different things for his birthday, he was very excited to do so. You said that you had ice cream, and he loved both of those things: his Child of Man, and ice cream. He actually wasn’t patient enough to go there normally, and actually teleported to your dorm in pure excitement.

However, the ice cream came in a plot twist: it was in different forms!

The first thing you had him try was ice cream cake. It was a bit hard to get him to agree to try it, as he didn’t like cake, but you promised that he only needed to have a small slice and that he needed to try all three layers. He decided that it wasn’t a full cake, and thus he had no need to worry. Plus, you were holding the fork up to his mouth, so if he was being fed by his beloved, it wouldn’t be so bad.

He actually quite enjoyed it. It was a two-layered chocolate cake with ice cream for the filling, and he actually wanted another bite. After all, it wasn’t eating a whole cake if you were sharing it with your beloved. However, his feelings kind of soured when he learned that you had baked the cake with Trey Clover. You’ll have to excuse him: his draconic instincts make him a bit… possessive.

Anyways, the next thing to try was fried ice cream. At first it didn’t make sense, but you told him how exactly you did it and it started to click for him. However, since he had the first bite of the ice cream cake, he deemed it your turn to have the first bite of the fried ice cream, so you did. It was definitely very sweet but also very crunchy, and you held the fork to his mouth again and he took a bite.

Malleus ended up liking it better than the ice cream cake, mainly because it was topped with whipped cream and a cherry. He did that thing where he took the cherry stem and tied it in his mouth, making you a bit flustered. He told you that growing up in isolation had him learning many different tricks, and tying cherry stems with his tongue was one of them.

Up next was what looked like normal ice cream. You said it was called gelato, and he made a note to research about it later. Anyways, it was thicker than the ice cream his retainers would get at Sam’s shop. You held a spoonful up to him, and he took a bite. Bro immediately fell in love with the gelato. It was his favorite that he tried that day.

You found the look of joy on his face absolutely adorable as he gently took the spoon from you and scooped up some, and brought it to your lips this time. You took a bite, and you accidentally bit into it. You shivered and when he asked what was wrong you told him that your teeth were sensitive to the cold (so are mine lol) and you bit into the frozen dessert. He let out a laugh before continuing to dig in.

You then asked if he liked gelato or ice cream better, and he declared that gelato was his favorite over ordinary ice cream. He asked, like a very happy little boy rather than the future king of Briar Valley, if he could have some more and you nodded your head with a smile. You then told him that it would be at his birthday party that you were planning for him, and he grew even more excited.

[russellsppttemplates]

Hi, could you do a Charles blurb where Hervé, Amelié, Thomas and reader help Charles choose the ice cream flavors that will be launched in his ice cream line

Cw: alludes to nutritional value of food

"You need to have chocolate", Amélie stated, "everyone knows chocolate ice cream is the best", she smiled.

"Can you also make a caramel one?", Thomas asked, "you know the one me and mama usually have, that's a bit salty and all", he said as if he was sprinkling salt on the table, "That's a really good one".

"Hervé, any special requests?", Charles asked as he wrote on his notebook. He knew Guido could only make so much and work with the recipes, considering they had a specific goal with the whole line of gelato.

"Peanut butter?", Hervé offered, "we once had a peanut butter ice-cream and it wasn't that bad", he shrugged his shoulders, "I feel like a lot of people also like it".

"A great one would be condensed milk - that was the best thing I've ever tasted, but I spoke to Guido the other day and he said that it wouldn't work", you pouted, "but he promised me a proper vanilla one, so I'm all set", you wiggled your eyebrows.

"Papa!", Amélie gasped as if she had the idea that was going to elevate society to a different level, "pistachio! I don't really like it, but it's always nearly sold out when we go to the shop", she reasoned, "there's a lot of people that like it".

"I'll get those list to Guido and the team", Charles said as Leo walked up to you wince you were sat on the living room carpet.

"And you, Leo, do you want papa to get you some ice-cream too?", Hervé chuckled, rubbing his soft belly.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

[psychesalcove]

„ POPSTAR BUT IM YOUR BOYFRIENDS GIRLFRIENDS FAVORITE DJ

ANNABETH CHASE X READER ”

GENERAL ROMANTIC HEADCANONS

a/n: HERES YOUR REQUEST ANON!! hope you enjoy some stuff about annabeth, i love her sm 😓 hope you enjoy!!

ᝰ the two of you are basically a match made on olympus (im so sorry idk why I did that)

ᝰ she loves to talk to you about her architecture plans for olympus and other places she's doing

ᝰ if you guys have similar music tastes be prepared to be sharing headphones with her constantly

ᝰ she shows you her sketches of her ideas for olympus to see if you like them

ᝰ gelato dates 100%, the two of you sit outside on a patio eating your gelato and talking about whatever comes to mind at least 1 time a week

ᝰ shes a human calculator, so if you're struggling with math or science at New Rome, ask her and she will gladly assist

ᝰ be prepared to be going to historical sites and museums A LOT

ᝰ if there's a science museum nearby, you are going to be planning her birthday party there

ᝰ I think annabeth takes her sleep to another level, so when you start sleeping with her, know that your going to have memory foam pillows and mattress topper, cooling blankets, throw blankets and pillows, and stuffed animals

ᝰ you and annabeth for sure have the best sleep schedule out of the 7 (I headcanon that they are all still friends 😭)

ᝰ Barnes & Noble dates every other day. no questions asked.

ᝰ she has a tote bag collection and picks the one that best matches your guys outfit that day

ᝰ you two are regulars at this one Cafe by your shared apartment—it's the one with a library upstairs, so self-explanatory why you guys go there

ᝰ yk those restocking videos on tiktok of kitches? I feel like annabeth would be one of the girlies that do that, so be prepared to help her restock her snacks and fridge

ᝰ if your feeling to tired to highlight your notes for whatever college class your in, annabeth will happily color code your notes with her highlighters she paid 45$ at an overpriced art store

ᝰ along the topic of college, if you mention to annabeth you have a test, she will sit you down at the table and you'll be there for hours working on flash cards and other studying methods

ᝰ she will ramble to you for hours about the latest book she's read, especially if it's a historical or mystery genre

ᝰ you and annabeth have volunteered so many times at the local library that the staff considers you one of their own at this point

ᝰ and if you play UNO or any other game of the sorts, she will get competitive

ᝰ no exemptions—even if your dating her

ᝰ you'll sometimes come with her to her appointments to get her hair braided, so you get to listen to the gossip she shares with the person doing her hair

ᝰ she'll also ask you beforehand if you like certain beads or crystals and what would look best in her braids, or if she should just go natural for that period

ᝰ be prepared to have your mind boggled by the random facts she says at any given point, it becomes a routine in your day

ᝰ shes an amazing partner to have and is always going to be by your side

[lunarw0rks]

Hiiii, saw that ur reqs r open and I'm (desperately) asking for a Soap oneshot <33 U can do whatever u want, just rlly asking for fluff with him pLEASE

Skinny Love // Drabble

Summary: Your best friend Soap confesses, reciprocating feelings you were convinced he didn't have for you. Warning(s): bsf!soap, friends to lovers, mutual pining, idiots in love, fluff, gn!reader, no use of y/n Word Count: 1k ꒦꒷ MAIN MASTERLIST ꒷꒦ SOAP MASTERLIST // have a request? ˖⁺‧₊˚ ask box / ao3 ver. ˚₊‧⁺˖

After nearly a year of friendship, things had changed.

You began to see him differently, like an object of your attraction you had to have.

It was almost unbelievable, considering the rocky start you two had in the beginning. He was a friend of a friend, completely plastered and obnoxious the night you met him. To add to it, he spilled his bear all over you, which was the final straw that evening.

In hindsight; it couldn’t have worked out any better. If it weren’t for that clumsy happening, you wouldn’t have reached out to him to apologize for snapping. Without that, you wouldn’t have conversed with him when he was sober, no longer a drunken prick. When you heard his pleas for forgiveness, how genuine they were, you quickly realized you two really had gotten off on the wrong foot.

Several months later, the unfortunate first impression was nothing more than a memory.

————— ୨୧ —————

Your laughter echoed through the summer air; warm and stuffy despite the setting sun. ❝She was totally flirting with you, Johnny!❞ You matched his speed, a brisk jog as he distanced himself from the ice cream shop.

The cashier was flirting with him, it was obvious, given the fact that she made little attempt to conceal it. In all fairness, you two were of similar age and out for ice cream together — you mirrored that of a couple. Though, Soap had gone quiet when pursued, eyes either on you or the menu, for whatever reason.

❝Aye, whatever you say, love.❞ He shovels some rocky road into his mouth to keep himself quiet, sitting beside you on the park bench. For the first time that night, he was looking at anything else but you. His hands had gone clammy, his face flushed and heated, all a foreign feeling to him. He was rarely nervous when making a move. But you weren’t someone eyeing him across from a pub, you were a dear friend — one he wanted to be more with.

Soap could let you think it was his own stubbornness preventing him from accepting advances or indulging in hookup culture, but it wasn’t. He only had eyes for you, literally and figuratively. Typically he read like a book, yet you were entirely clueless or pretending to be. You had no clue he was head over heels, you were too stuck in your own head. Confiding in you about his feelings wasn’t a question of him fearing rejection, it was more of a concern about causing you to distance yourself from him. That nearly a year of friendship would fizzle away until it was nothing.

You savored the taste of your own gelato — the one he ordered for you because he already knew your favorite. ❝You’re so lucky to have me, Johnny.❞ Your teases were chewing at him, piece by piece. It wouldn’t be long before he spilled his guts, not long at all.

Soap made his best attempt at playing it cool, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. ❝Would be lost without you, that’s for sure…❞ He murmured, which only made your stomach churn. Has your unintentional pining made him uncomfortable? He was uncharacteristically quiet right now and refused to look you in the eyes. On your end, it looked as if he loathed your existence, yet to him, it was merely nerves feasting on his confidence.

Playful flirting was inevitable with him, it was in his nature. There was a line that was never crossed, however. Tonight, it would be, though. Either that or his confession would do irreparable damage to a close friendship.

❝What is it? I was only kidding, Johnny, you know that.❞ You set the sundae down on the bench beside you, full attention on your suddenly distant best friend.

Soap’s head snapped back to you when he heard your concern, ❝I’m not mad at you.❞ It sounded like the lie of a century, but it wasn’t. This was his fault for being so nervous, for walking on eggshells around you.

You scoffed at his words, eyes lit up in a baffled manner. He had such distaste written on his face like he had seen a ghost. By now, your head was spinning with worst-case scenarios. ❝What is it, then? Is there something on my face? Or… are you trying to get rid of me? If you don’t want to be around me, you should just say it—❞

❝I’m in love with you.❞ His blunt statement overlapped with your expelling racing thoughts.

For a few seconds, your clueless rambling continued, until you froze when you finally processed his words. ❝What?❞ There was no chance you misheard him, not when he had interrupted you with such firmness. Him, in love with you? Meaning, he reciprocates the anguish of suppressing one's feelings for weeks? Now you were just frustrated. This whole time you had been dancing around the subject, purposefully attempting to set him up with dates, he had felt the same.

❝Johnny, you don’t mean that.❞ You wanted him to mean it, but you had already scrambled to sway his desires. Surely it was a rash statement made to shut you up, it had to be. But Soap was never a man with concealed motives.

In a sudden advance, his hands cupped your face, ❝when have I ever said somethin’ I didn’t mean, hm?❞ He asked with lips straightened into a line. He had a point, and he knew it. There weren’t any other excuses you could find to convince him to not cross that imaginary line in the sand.

You sighed heavily when you realized fighting your feelings wasn’t worth it. ❝You haven’t.❞

When his words were received with a slight crack in your worries, he eased up on his grip, though his hands remained on either side of your face. Soap leaned a bit closer, his heated sugary breath on your mouth.

His thumbs caressed your skin, both sets of eyes unblinking and yearning for the inevitable.

❝Now, are you goin’ to shut your mouth and let me kiss ye? Or do I have to do all the work?❞

[valentine-cafe]

Imagine that the 209 husbands locked up their s/o because they are about to go out and end some "concurance" and they just hear this from the other side of the door.

"Don't you dare to do anything... stupid! Do you hear me?! If I... No not if. WHEN I get out, we are going to have a veeeery long talk!"

Then less loudly.

"Maybe I could just break the doorknob. I'm heavy enough for that... Or just get this shit down from the hinghes... FUCK! (This one is loud.) I'm sooo not going to talk to them for a week. No! Make it two weeks. Yes. Two whole fucking weeks!"

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ verse 209 rishen & jìngyí

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍪 ꒱ spider monster x reader, mantis monster x reader, moth monster x reader, mad scientist x reader, villains x reader, yandere x reader, cw: biting and marking, blood mention ⊹ ۪ ࣪

“my darling,” you would hear jìngyí sigh, followed by a chuckle like rishen, soft like silk.

“it is for your own good,” the scientist hums, trailing a finger down the door and feeling the vibrations caused by your rap[id banging. “surely you should expect more form your dear boyfriends, hmm?”

“two weeks,” jìngyí scoffs. you can practically hear the way that he rolls his eyes. “we all know that all that’s needed is few kisses and squeezes and you will be putty all over again.”

the grin in his voice means it’s your turn to roll your eyes now.

“just stay safe.” eventually you whisper.

“oh please,” rishen calls again. “worry not. we’ll all go out for gelato when we’re back.” he promises, and you can already taste the sweetness.

[rabbitcyclops]

Headcanons Of the Curses!

Note: (I do believe curses have no concept of human gender constructs, I'm just going with what feels right)

Hanami 🌸 She/They

🌸 Favorite food: Hanami is a diverse taste in food, they'll try anything as long as it was sourced respectfully from the environment. Also, nothing with added chemicals or preservatives. I think they're a huge fan of dandelion tea! 🌸 Favorite music: Any LoFi with nature sounds or just straight up nature ambiance. She has a "Nature is the best playlist" mentality. 🌸 Hobbies: Of course, gardening is their main hobby, but I like to imagine they also like to learn about plants and meditate. Maybe they make zen gardens out of sand, too.

Mahito 🐇 He/ They/ It

🐇 Favorite food: I'd expect something bitter and savory. Definitely some strange foods like black ice cream! If you let Mahito into the kitchen it'll make something cursed like a cake with frosting and crab legs (T-T) 🐇 Favorite music: I look at Mahito and he gives me HUGE breakcore fan vibes, something about the distortions of sounds and almost chaotic beats is really perfect. 🐇 Hobbies: Reading ofc, I think he'd like drawing too. Mahi is also a huge people watcher.

Dagon 🐙 He/ She/ They

🐙 Favorite food: Big appreciator of all things seafood, as one would expect, but I have a feeling he also really likes stuff like Gelato and Sorbet! Also, a huge fan of dried crispy seaweed! 🐙 Favorite music: I know this is very specific, but I think Dagon would listen to chill french music, like songs with very soft vocals and dream-like instrumentals. I wish I could link an example of what I mean, but I can't seem to find a good song. 🐙 Hobbies: Dagon is the type to collect seashells! They and Hanami also hang out a lot, so he also learns quite a bit of gardening. She just chills out a lot, it's nice.

Jogo 🌋 He/ They

🌋 Favorite food: Jogo's the type to love some spicy food! But I think he secretly enjoys sweet foods a lot too, like lava cake and ice cream. He steals a bit of Hanami's tea once in a while, too. 🌋 Favorite music: This is me projecting, but I think he'd like Japanese Rockabilly, if he wasn't too stubborn to refuse to listen to human music. I feel like it fits with his whole "delinquent with a golden heart" thing he has going on. 🌋 Hobbies: Jogo doesn't have a lot of hobbies, he likes collecting cursed objects and weapons and likes to organize them neatly!

Thank you for reading~

[mostly-marvel-musings]

The whole Tony behaving like a cat thing lowkey got me thinking about calling him kitten 👀

Kitten

Pairing: Young! Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: 18+ handjob? dirty talk. Sub! Tony.

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If there were one thing you loved and hated in equal parts was seeing your drama boy, the genius Anthony Edward Stark stomp away from you and pout those incredibly kissable lips.

On one hand he was upset or angry at you and on the other he always managed to look too adorable for you to resist.

“Are you even listening to me?”

“You know I am.”

Tony’s arms were crossed and an annoyed look adorned his handsome face as he watched you tend to your adopted cat, Gelato.

He had been terribly sick a few days ago and was recovering, meaning you spent most of your time looking after him that included cancelling a few dates and zoning out on Tony.

He had been patient, truly, even for Tony being the hyperactive guy he was. Today however, he had some really exciting news he wanted to share with you, and all of your attention was pulled from him towards Gelato.

Tony had stormed outside your bedroom and plopped himself on the couch, his back to you and held a pillow to his chest, pouting.

Nothing a little extra TLC wouldn’t cure.

As you made your way towards your sofa that sat a very irritated Anthony Stark, you couldn’t help but smile as he sensed your presence and shook his head.

“What the odds of my other kitten forgiving me tonight?”

You smiled, not missing Tony’s side glance at your nickname for him.

“Very slim. And don’t call me that.” He huffed, not moving from his place as you leaned over the back of the couch so your lips were closer to his ear.

“Why? I know you secretly love it, kitten..” you dropped your voice as you gently tugged the pillow Tony was clutching away; smirking as you felt his breath catch for a second before he recovered.

Your smirk only grew deeper as you pressing your lips to his ear, slowly trailing them down his neck, practically feeling his defences melt away.

“I have ignored you, haven’t I? Allow me to apologise, Anthony.” You murmured against his skin, feeling victorious as Tony mumbled half a response, shifting in his seat as he allowing you to peel his t-shirt off of him.

Your hands shamelessly trailed down his neck to his chest, playing with his nipples enough to elicit a little moan all the while your lips littered his face with kisses.

“Just kiss me.” Tony whispered urgently, swallowing your grin by slanting his mouth over yours.

He tasted of bitter coffee and gum he’d had earlier, making you hum into the kiss as one of your hands snaked down his torso over his sweats-covered bulge.

“And I haven’t paid attention to you either, have I, my darling kitten?”

Tony let out a muffled moan against your mouth, hips reacting instinctively to your touch as you palmed his clothed erection. You let your fingers card through his soft hair, tugging gently as your tongue battled with his.

“Is this what you want? Answer me.”

You broke the kiss momentarily to look into those coffee brown eyes that were now hooded, filled with need. Obliging to his wordless nod, you let your hand slip inside his pants and boxers, his dick reacting to your touch.

You wrapped your hand around his thick member, stroking him languidly while Tony trailed his lips down your jawline, letting out soft grunts often as you continued your ministration.

“You’re such a good boy, Tony. So needy for me.”

Your words only spurred him on, hips moving on their own accord to match your hand as you swiped your thumb to gather precum from the tip of his cock.

He pulled his boxers down for you, making you chuckle before silencing whatever smart ass comment would leave your mouth.

You watched the way his chest rose and fell as you brought him closer to the edge, his cock twitching in your hand as you continued stroking him; all while Tony buried his face in your neck, letting out sounds that travelled straight to your core.

“Go on kitten. Come for me.” You whispered.

“God yes!”

Tony let out a muffled grunt before his cock spilled his seed over your hand and his lower abdomen, snuggling closer to you despite the position.

“You did so good for me, Tony.”

Try as he may to deny, Tony Stark was a sucker for this; your attention, especially when his temper tantrums led to this. He had felt safe enough to be his most authentic self around you, that included occasionally letting out his submissive side.

You cleaned him up later and joined him on the couch, grabbing your phone and typing something that piqued Tony’s interest.

“What are you doing?”

Instead of answering, you simply showed your phone to the man, where his contact details were open. You laughed out loud as he rolled his eyes and pushed you away playfully, unable to hide a smile that threatened to form on his face.

You had edited his name from Tones to My Kitten.

Who wrote this in the back of a car on her way to work? Yours truly.

[armandfucker]

Fic Drabble I might finish tomorrow

When he awoke to immortality, one of the only things Daniel was upset about was not being able to taste anymore.

At his core he was a hedonist; whether food, drugs, drink or sex, he wanted it and he wanted it to excess.

His appetites hadn’t changed with the dark gift but the cravings for food were unattainable. He woke up in his coffin thinking about a cone of cherry gelato he had in ‘98, the way the melted cream ran out the bottom of the cone and he had to lick it off his hand. He thought longingly of the chicken soup of his childhood that his grandma made and his mother could never quite recreate. The cravings didn’t lessen despite him trying to eat food and each mouthful tasting like sawdust and sand.

If Armand hadn’t fucked off, he would have asked his maker how to stop them. Drifting memories were returning to him like scents on the breeze. He could remember Armand telling him about the food he ate as a human, in his masters grand palazzo. Daniel couldn’t remember if Armand ever mentioned craving that food after being turned. He’d never attempted to eat the food he bought Daniel although he would sometimes delve into his mind to watch the associations that food would domino through his thoughts. Daniel didn’t think this was down to Armand wanting human food, just that he loved delving into human brains to see how they ticked.

It pissed him off that, months after his turning, Daniel was still wishing for Armand.

He couldn’t help but wonder what Armand would say to certain questions, what he would think of Daniel’s hunting techniques or what he would think of Daniel falling off the wagon. Why did he care? Armand certainly didn’t.

Armand had followed him back to New York after he’d split with Louis. Daniel’s memories had been returning in slow pulses after the revelation of Divisadero Street. It was as though Armand had knocked a hole in the mental dam that was keeping the memories contained. Images and feelings appeared in his mind as though they had always been there. Each one slid into place like replacing a library book onto its assigned shelf, filling the gap between its neighbors perfectly.

He should have known to expect Armand to come, especially after remembering the chase across Europe, especially after remembering Pompeii.

But he’d been so focused on the past that he hadn’t even considered Armand coming after him. Two weeks after he’d returned home, two weeks into writing feverishly and putting his memories back into place, Armand came for him.

Like the gremlin he was, Armand sat on the edge of his bed, silhouetted against the orange glow of the window. His claws teased along Daniel’s jawline and his breath brushed Daniel’s hair as he whispered “There you are, my boy.”. Daniel didn’t say anything. He didn’t have a chance to, Armand had already bit down with paralysing speed.

Daniel doesn’t remember the rest. He remembers coming back to himself, drenched in blood. He’d crawled to the bathroom and into his bathtub, sobbing through bouts of pain worse than he’d ever imagined.

When he awoke, Louis was there. And Armand was not.

[xixovart]

whats up guys its mali and im back with more pjo headcanons

because i literally nEVER shut up

nico di angelo is bae and i would die for him

ok i know his hair is described as like shoulder length (i think idk) but we HAVE to consider nico with unbelievably long gorgeous hair i beg

estelle’s brother. no questions asked. i feel like nico and estelle would be a power duo to rival annabeth and thalia yeah i said it. percy says estelle cant have candy at night? nico sneaks a tootsie roll in her pillow case. nico helps her with her homework. nico fights her bullies. nico’s relationship with estelle is what a 10 y/o nico’s relationship could’ve been with percy. ykwim?  wine aunts nico and reyna we have to consider this

ok as a sequel nico is really good with kids. idk why. no one knows why. kids love him.

will has the absolute WORST sense of style mankind has ever bore witness to and nico is an unintentional fashion icon. nico genuinely doesn't care that his bf looks like a bad teen beach movie adaptation though it's ok.

youre lying to yourself if you think nico di freaking angelo wouldnt love dinosaurs as a kid

this child was the bane of maria di angelo’s existence. i swear. imagine maria fighting for her LIFE trying to give 3 year old nico a bath just for nico to IMMEDIATELY run outside and fall face first in the mud. imagine nico stealing money from maria and accidentally giving the gelato man a hundred bucks, maria being none the wiser. if you've ever watched full house toddler nico is very michelle coded.

i know its canon that he likes marvel (thx will kayla and austin) but i think he would REALLY love batman. i mean c'mon, it's nico. it's batman. they're soulmates. 

percy going into the redesigned cabin 13 for the first time have we considered his reaction?? “dang btch you live like this???” “what were you expecting” “idk weapons everywhere rock walls a waterfall for a door ig i was just picturing the batcave 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️”

I JUST REMEMBERED THAT NICO GOES TO PERSEPHONE’S GARDEN AND THAT ITS ONE OF HIS FAVORITE PLACES AND LIFE IS GOOD AGAIN.

nico is the modt sarcastic little gremlin to his dad (and everyone, but his dad especially). are uou seriously telling me he wouldn't annoy hades on purpose. let's be real here guys. nico prank calling his dad is the reason im alive. 

“is your… refrigerator running?”

“nico do not fucking start with me i have a headache”

“oh yeah i'm listening to really cool rock metal cool music rn totally” (old italian music blasting from his headphones)

this kid has a guy for EVERY occasion. imagine rhe weirdest situation you could possibly be in, nico knows a guy. “ok where are we gonna find a tap dancing elephant??” “i know a guy”

when he eats ambrosia it tastes like the blue birthday cake he shared with percy im not ok

“so we’re all 16 and none of us knows how to drive??” “i can get us there” “nico you’re like 13 years old.” “and european?? hand me the keys”

ok so you can expect he has unbelievably beautiful penmanship because he was raised in 1930’s italy and you are so right. looking at his writing is like a blessing 

im listening to a pearl by mitski rn and it reminds me of him im so sad

side note i think he would really like mitski

he seems like he would be afraid of clowns. don't ask about my thought process for this i just feel it ykwim

nico would get his shit ROCKED by a nerf gun

“wHY IS THE MICROWAVE SCREAMING AT ME” “nico that just means your food is done.”

i will NEVER shut up about nico di angelo’s accent. rolled r’s, hard i’s, speaking unbelievably fast and tripping over his words. italian!! “oh but mali, in house of hades the seven were surprised to learn nico was italian.'' first of all i love the seven but its rlly dumb of them not to notice nico was italian when his last name is DI ANGELO. second. a certain 11 year old nico trained himself out of his accent as a method for escapism, he wanted to flee his past and his family and his descent, and he wanted to fit in. of course he would hide his accent. his time at camp half blood (and ofc his quest with reyna, and jason’s acceptance of him) helped him start to embrace his heritage and past. when he started dating will, he ofc began to trust will more than anybody else. every so often, nico would let his guard down and let his accent slip. eventually, he started using it freely around everybody. i see this hc as a part of his growth and character development and even if it’s a small detail it means a lot to me.

he takes his curly hair routine VERY seriously

bushy eyebrows idk where this came fr9m just bear with me

nico uses disassociation as a coping mechanism a LOT. he’ll zone out at random for hours at a time and chb has a very strict rule about not bothering campers with ptsd when they’re disassociated unless necessary, so he’ll just sit at the dinner table for ages and when he comes back to reality it’s been like 3 hours. 

 “you came out of the blue like that. i never could've seen you coming, i think you're everything i wanted.” by gracie abrams except it’s nico realizing he likes will 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

[mamawasatesttube]

Consider: Kara teaching Kon some of her Kryptonian-Terran fusion recipes. And Kon teaching her to make Hawai'ian coffee. Just sharing pleasant thoughts because I'm very stressed.

anon how did you know i've been feeling insane about kara wearing kon's glasses again today??? (it's not rocket science i feel insane about this every day)

the thing w postcrisis kara that gets me, when i try to think about her and kryptonian recipes and food, is that... she was a teenager. an adolescent. her main interest was art, and then she decided to take up science as well to try and bridge the gaps between new krypton and earth. when new krypton was established, she thought she had time. room to breathe, to grow, to learn.

i don't think she knows very many kryptonian recipes at all. what teenager who isn't particularly interested in cooking, who was living with her family, would? i don't think the idea of getting [new] krypton back and then losing it again would've occurred to her until it was too late.

which isn't to say i think she knows nothing, because i mean, most teenagers i would say probably know at least the basics of the kitchen. but i think there's such a tragedy in the wealth of traditional foods and recipes she will never know. and she will always think about that. she got one birthday on new krypton, to celebrate with her people, her mom, her kryptonian friends. her next birthday would be on earth, orphaned, picking up the pieces all over again. i am certain she spends that day missing kryptonian home cooking more than anything.

all of which is to say: i really love love looove the idea of kara, ma, and kon sitting down to try and figure something out here. kara's bonding with kon after he comes back, because she was wearing his glasses and they're cousins and she wanted to know him and i will die on this hill, and they're just hanging out at the farm and she mentions it being so frustrating that she remembers how all these things taste but she doesn't know how to make them, or how to approximate them with earth ingredients. and kon goes hmmm... oh!!! 💡 ma's a whiz in the kitchen. she might have some ideas!!

so they end up all three of them sitting at the kitchen table. kara describes a dish, kon helps her try to figure out how to put it into english terms if she's stuck trying to describe something she doesn't know a direct translation for, or comes up with examples to compare it to ("do you mean it's light and fluffy and creamy? like gelato?" "kind of, yeah, but not that melty?") until ma goes "oh! that consistency sounds kind of like meringue," and it's just a big ol session of them brainstorming together.

basically what i'm getting at is, inventing those kryptonian-terran fusion recipes is a family bonding experience.

[goodluckclove]

hey clove ! long fucking ask wow i apologize. this is just me rambling so conserve your brain if you wanna

i was thinking a lot about fancy foods today and had some interesting thoughts . i work at my local mall selling frozen macarons/chocolates/gelato and other pastries etc at a little kiosk in the middle of the food court for "luxury" prices (like almost 4 dollars per macaron). everything in the display cases is visually enticing - the macarons are brightly colored, the chocolates are in different shapes and colors and textures, the gelato is, ,, well you know how cute gelato is it's pretty damn cute. and the kiosk is white and generally pretty spotless as well, and the decor is french-themed cus that's the genre of stuff we sell. overalll it's marketing toward the WASPs of the area and their young kids. but something i've realized is that while everything we sell might be super yummy to look at, it's not really that yummy to eat. the macarons largely taste the same, and that flavor is mostly just almond. the colors are just colors, they're like froot loops. the gelato - which i've only recently properly tried - tastes pretty damn good (we sell a praline hazelnut one - OH BABYYYYY. i will be embalmed in that stuff when i die) - but the texture is just way, way off. it's grainy and just not like gelato at all. it feels like a scam or a multi level marketing scheme. its advertised as being super high end and bougie but it's really not.

compare that to the other restaurants in the food court. they're not glamorous. there's only a few chain restaurants; the rest have generic names, have fast-talking employees with beautifully diverse accents, have graphics with three different logo iterations and menus with low-quality photos. today i bought an egg and mozzarella crepe from one of these restaurants, and watched it being made while the employees threw friendly jabs at each other in a language i didn't recognize as an icon of the virgin mary gazed at them from the wall. the crepe wasn't pretty or brightly colored or aesthetically packaged. it cost me ten dollars with a tip and it was more food than i could ever eat. i sat crammed next to the sink in the kiosk using our big rubbermaid freezer cart as a table and tried not to cut the aluminum foil and styrofoam container along with the crepe. that thing made me so nostalgic and calm; the flavors were so familiar and comforting.

there's bigger nuances here than just "pretty food bad, unpretty food good", but it was a really interesting observation for me. i already knew my job was lowkey scam-ish, but to see real food actually being made without much fretting over how visually good it is to focus on how good for the eater it is - it was cool. i'm quitting my job soon. who knows, i might apply to the pancake place they're putting in.

anyway this was just a neat day, and i thought you might find it interesting. i hope you're doing well, and congrats again on blind trust !

God I loved reading this. Your descriptions of these two conflicting environments ring so true in my head. I'm gonna go ahead and drop a read more because I do have some food thoughts related to this and I'm also feeling like rambling.

Because we've all been there, right? The type of fancy bakery that sells a cake for like six dollars that looks amazing but is mostly moose or like stale almond cake. Macaroons are so enticing in theory, but because of the effort it takes to actually make them in the way they're intended they're surprisingly difficult to do right. You have a good macaroon and it's fucking worth 4 dollars, though. The combination of the crisp outer shell with the plush meringue and thick frosting. Plus they come in fun flavors - rose, lavender, earl grey. Yum yum. But a bad one just turns into paste in your mouth.

One of my favorite things in the world is what I call a medium-fancy dessert. It's usually a cake for me, although gelato would also suffice. It's something that feels fancy without losing that base level of quality and satisfaction. There's a bakery in Portland that stocks a 24-hour vending machine with their cakes (I know man it's crazy), and they're a pretty solid source of medium-fancy treats. They look pretty, but they have a ratio of soft, moist cake to quality frosting that really gives you a filling experience.

If that's not accessible, tiramisu works nearly every time for me. Plus it's not usually that more expensive than other cakes.

Compare that to smaller, usually immigrant-run restaurants that sometimes choose to let the quality of their food speak over the aesthetics of the storefront. What comes to mind when I imagine that is Sivalai Thai Restaurant, which is my favorite place for Thai food in my part of Portland. That's saying a lot too, since there are a TON of Thai places here for some reason.

Riley and I order from there a lot, and the portions are really good. The Thai Iced Tea is delicious. But I'm always impressed by the little touches the owners add - mainly how they always throw in a free portion of mango sticky rice, but also that they don't mind packaging a container of their Prik Nam Pla, which is like my favorite Asian condiment ever. It's Thai chilis and green onion in fish sauce and it is this insane mixture of sweet tanginess and sharp, fresh spice. I just learned how to make a vegan version from scratch and it's changed my life.

What I've loved to do in food service is combine these two experiences. I worked at Zupan's which is a boutique grocery store here in the Pacific Northwest, and one of my favorite things to do was provide an extra homey quality to the place that is otherwise asking you to pay like seven dollars for a bag of Doritos.

We had a different meat special at the deli every day, and on Sunday (I think) it was prime rib. Like, actual prime rib - very good, very expensive. A serving for one person would be like thirty bucks. We were allowed to give out samples though, so I'd summon like everyone I saw and invite them to try it.

They'd all love it, of course. It was fucking spectacular. Crispy, but with the perfect amount of rich fat and meat. Delectably salty. Rubbed with herbs and spices that would char as it smoked on the grills outside the store. It was truly remarkable stuff - but I'm not about to push cooked meat that's like sixty bucks a pound, maybe more.

What I would say, though, is that while Sunday is our prime rib roast day, we cut the ribs off in advance and cook them up for people to buy on Monday. So you can essentially get the deliciousness of the prime rib for like a forth of the price. People always seemed to like to hear that.

Food takes care of people, you know? And the people that serve food also take care of people. And I've always found that to be an incredibly important thing. If I am ever in a situation where I have to go back to a conventional full-time job, I'm far more likely to go back to food service than copywriting. I feel like I did much more good waiting tables at a Denny's than I did writing pest control websites for my bullshit media job.

[roxannarambles]

I was bored and wrote a drabble and it’s very silly (art is some official artwork although the context is never given for it so I’m inventing some context)

It had ended up being a bit of a tradition, now. The losers would treat the winners to dinner. At first, it was just casual trips to the noodle house, everyone crowded into the little resturtaunt, Gumshoe with his wide, easygoing grin as he drank his root beer, Maya slurping her noodles noisily, Edgeworth looking so laughably out of place as he gazed at Phoenix disdainfully from across the table, as if Maya's dreadful table manners were somehow his fault.

But one evening, after an especially gruelling 10-hour stint in court, when Phoenix had immerged victorious but had such little energy left at the moment of victory, he had emitted little more than a grateful whimper when the court finally, mercifully made its ruling-- it was then when Edgeworth had approached to shake his hand, smiled at him ruefully, and suggested a resturuant that offered meals with a little more substance than ramen.

That was how they'd ended up here, at some upscale Italian resturuant, and it was now Phoenix and Maya's turn to look out of place; Phoenix hoped his beraggled, cheap suit didn't look too sweaty, and his hair wasn't ruffled too ridiculously out of place from hours of running his hand through it nervously. Maya didn't look terribly excited at first with the fancy menus, containing choices she couldn't pronounce, but once the food came her eyes grew as wide as saucers and she inhaled things at a terrifying pace. Gumshoe, meanwhile, looked as though he was about to break down and cry right then and there. Phoenix chuckled and did his best to be the normal one of the group, quietly enjoying his mushroom carbonara (a choice Edgeworth had recommended to him and Phoenix had expected he would dislike-- he'd never been terribly fond of mushrooms before, too rubbery-- but he had been wrong to doubt him, the dish was so fantastic he was at risk of tearing up like Gumshoe was).

When the waiter had collected their dishes and inquired about dessert, Maya's boisterious demands were impossible to suppress, although Phoenix tried very hard to, as Edgeworth had already treated them so generously. However, Edgeworth dismissed him with an easy wave, and so they each selected something from the dessert menu. Phoenix had a raspberry gelato which was surprisingly delicious but the scoop was too small for his tastes (why would anyone bother with dessert if it's such a small portion??). After he'd finished it, he watched Edgeworth delicately eating his tiramisù with envy. Meanwhile, Maya was wolfing down a big cannoli. Phoenix said something snarky to Maya about how she was likely bypassing her tastebuds by eating so fast, and Edgeworth remarked that was interesting commentary from the man who had finished his dessert in under thirty seconds (Maya guffawed).

"Hey! It wasn't my fault the scoop they gave me was so tiny," Phoenix lamented, still gazing longingly at Edgeworth's dessert. Edgeworth quirked one of his elegant brows. In a voice that somehow sounded both deeply exasperated and amused at once, he asked,

"Do you wish to sample my tiramisù?"

Phoenix's eyes lit up as if he was just offered the keys to the pearly gates. With almost childlike glee, he asked,

"You'll let me?"

Something flitted briefly across Edgeworth's face, an expression Phoenix couldn't identify; the man had paused midway from bringing a forkful of the fluffy dessert to his mouth. He seemed to deliberate for a second or two.

And then, with just a little twist of a smile, Edgeworth held the forkful of dessert out across the table towards Phoenix, those silver eyes settled entirely on him.

Phoenix's eyes widened and a flush fanned out across his face. Maya stopped eating, and he could feel her astonished stare.

Edgeworth's gaze didn't waver, that small hint of a smile edging a little further into his expression, and he spoke with the same calm, silky tone he often used in court;

"Well, Wright?"

Phoenix suppressed the shiver threatening to run through him, his short-circuiting brain struggling to parse what was going on (Edgeworth was teasing him? He was being mocked? That's what this was, right?)

After the half-second it took his brain to decide this, Phoenix felt his body taking over automatically, leaning forward and taking the forkful of dessert into his mouth obediantly. As he leaned back into his chair and tasted it, his eyes rolled closed and whined,

"Oh, god."

It was so light and fluffy and heavenly, why the heck hadn't he ordered this instead? He heard Edgeworth emit a noise that sounded startled and almost a little strangled. Phoenix's eyes popped back open, but it seemed Edgeworth had quickly gone back to eating his dessert, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. Although, he was gazing quite steadily down at the table, and in the fancy candlelight of their booth, it almost looked as though his cheeks were dusted with just a bit of pink.  

"All right, next time I'm defering to your judgment for the desserts," Phoenix commented wryly. Smoothly, Edgeworth shot back,

"Next time? Next time you'll be paying and we shall be dining once more on overcooked ramen."

Phoenix crossed his arms and barked a laugh.

"Oh, you wanna bet? Those are pretty bold words for someone who's on a losing streak."

He looked to Maya for backup, but she was still looking at the both of them with a rather befuddled expression.

"A wager, hmm? Interesting," Edgeworth hummed, pausing a moment before proposing,

"Then the next case, winner takes all? Whoever loses shall pay for all future outings going forward."

Phoenix hesitated,  stammering,

"U-uh . . . all of them?"

Sounding a little alarmed, Maya cut in,

"Hold on, Nick, let's not start making bets we might regret . . ."

Edgeworth smirked,

"Stakes too high, Wright?"

Miffed, Phoenix shot back,

"It's a deal!"

"Nick."

Phoenix glanced to her.

"What? You don't think we'll win?"

She heaved a sigh and answered,

"Look, of course I have faith in us! But, c'mon, even you know a lot of our last win was due to some really great luck. What if our luck runs out next time? And . . . and then we'll never see the inside of this resturaunt ever again. . ."

Her forlorn expression caused Phoenix's confidance to immediately falter. He gazed across the table at the beautiful pudding that his rival was finishing off. Okay, damn. Maybe this was gonna bite him in the butt. Phoenix's lower lip quivered as he pondered the tragic possibility he'd never taste such heaven ever again. Or at least until he could actually afford to pay for eating at a place like this. That could be quite a while.

Edgeworth said grimly,

"Then you'd best savor it while you still can."

All right, that was just mean. He was gonna make Maya cry. Or him.

Arching a brow, Edgeworth gestured at Phoenix with another forkful of dessert and added,

"You look regretful, Wright. Perhaps you'd like me to feed you the rest of my tiramisù?"

Phoenix tried to respond but his rapid inhalation sent him choking on his own spit, and he fell into a coughing fit, face heating, as he choked out,

"HAha that's, that's COUGh, all right--"

 Later, when Edgeworth had dropped them off and they were walking back, Maya was unusually quiet. Curious, Phoenix glanced to her.

She was staring at him, eyes narrowed. Exasperated, Phoenix asked,

"What?"

She gesticulated wildly as she spoke.

"What d'you mean 'what?' What the heck was all that at dinner?! It's bad enough you guys have this weird constant sexual tension in court, but now I gotta deal with this crap at dinner, too--"

Phoenix yelped out,

"S-s-sexual t-tension?! Wh-what are you talking about--"

Maya looked at him in a way that reminded him far too much of how she looked when she was humoring her small cousin.

"Uh-huh, sure, you have no clue what I'm talking about. And why exactly are you blushing like a schoolboy?"

Phoenix tried to level a glare at her-- normally he didn't mind how cheeky Maya could be, but this was crossing a line here!

"Hey, maybe I'm just really uncomfortable with you referring to my childhood friend and trusted, reliable partner in such an--"

Maya cut in,

"Partner?"

Phoenix spluttered,

"WORK partner, I meant WORK partner!-- in, in . . . in such an inappropriate w-way!"

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YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME. XOXO, GOSSIP GIRL. ↳ a collection of sentences from the Gossip Girl (2007) series.

"I'm not a stop along the way. I'm a destination."

“Three words. Eight letters. Say it and I’m yours.”

“If you’re going to be sad, you might as well be sad in Paris.”

“Once men have tasted caviar, it baffles me how they settle for catfish.”

“Whoever said money doesn’t buy happiness didn’t know where to shop.”

“We’re sisters. You’re my family. What is you is me. There’s nothing you could ever say that would make me let go.”

“You can’t make people love you, but you can make them fear you.”

“Haven’t you heard? I’m the crazy bitch around here.”

“Here’s my advice. Have a little faith, and if that doesn’t work, have a lot of mimosas.”

“Don’t go all Notebook on me. Not now. I need you.”

“I have an idea for you: quit. Your boss is a bitch. Let’s go to lunch.”

“Destiny is for losers. It’s just a stupid excuse to wait for things to happen instead of making them happen.”

“We’re not servants to our emotions. We can control them, suppress them, stomp them out like bugs.”

“You need to be cold to be a queen.”

“Don’t let people tell you who you are. You tell them.”

“I didn’t come back for you.”

“I’ll just stay home, eat lots of gelato, and write about how true love is nothing but a myth.”

“I’d ask you how you are, but I don’t really care.”

“You know my mom: If it’s not broke, break it.”

“There’s something vibrating in your pocket, and I really hope it’s your phone.”

“I hate that stupid headband.”

“I remember everything you’ve read to me. In case you haven’t noticed I don’t really let go of things so easily.”

“I like the way I feel when he looks at me. Like I wanna believe in myself.”

“Earn the spotlight on your own merits. You’ll feel better.”

“Even if it’s the biggest kamikaze disaster of my life, it’s my disaster.”

“You are no one until you’re talked about.”

“When Prince Charming found Cinderella’s slipper, they didn’t accuse him of having a foot fetish.”

“I don’t read Gossip Girl. That’s for chicks.”

“So, actually, I’ll be living out my nightmare. Trapped in the city with only you to talk to.”

“She doesn’t know me. Nobody knows me. It’s cool. It’s fine.”

“Yeah, well, your fashion emergency was solved so I figured my work was done.”

“You can’t fight against who you are.”

“You gonna strangle him with your scarf?”

“You don’t just give up because things are hard.”

“You know it’s love when you start talking like an assassin.”

“I just want to be the person you can bring anything to.”

“Affairs with married people, threesomes — it just so happens everyone’s problems are within my area of expertise.”

“I just don’t get it. I organized everything the way she likes it. I mean, I even made sure my bowtie matched her dress.”

“Listen, there’s nothing wrong with keeping your options open. I don’t think your parents are going to be mad at you for choosing your own path. Unless… they’re related to my parents.”

“Some might call this a fustercluck. But on the Upper East Side, we call it Sunday afternoon.”

“There’s a weak link in every chain, and it’s just a matter of time before this one snaps.”

“One thing about being on the top of the world? It gives you a long, long way to fall.”

“So we should just be anonymous losers who eat lunch alone and never get invited to parties?”

“Well, keep dreaming. Maybe one day she’ll actually know your name.”

“The sound of your own voice annoying you?”

“Even you should know that jealousy clashes with L.L. Bean pants!”

“I came to tell you in person. You win.”

“The only human contact that you don’t pay for is the people in this house.” 

“That’s not fair. Everyone’s topless on Valentino’s yacht.”

“You know you really put yourself on the radar tonight. Better not make that mistake again or you’ll pay for real.”

 “Don’t look now, but those are the JV mean girls.”

“He gave six girls from Nightingale gonorrhea of the throat last year.”

“I wouldn’t have had to do it if it weren’t for your smear campaign against me.”

“If we wanted to have sex, we’d just go to a hotel.”

“You’ve come to my rescue enough times, let me help you for once.”

“I don’t need a guy to make me feel fulfilled, especially when he’s unavailable.”