#then she takes a bite out of the chocolate WHILE eating the rice

[osachiyo]

my friend is eating with rice and lentil soup with chocolate right now... idk how to feel about this.

[kaces-graham-crackers]

Stirring the Quiet - Sips with Stardom

Jenn Ortega x Female Reader

Summary: Y/N's morning is stirred when Jenna arrives before opening hours. She finds herself sipping coffee and sharing stories with the star again. Between bodyguards, family, and an unexpected promise, Y/N's day becomes more than just her regular routine—a start to a little more, one sip at a time.

Word Count: 2.9k

As I unlocked the door and stepped inside, the familiar smell of Chinese takeout filled the air. The sounds of laughter and clatter of utensils echoed from the kitchen. Kicking off my shoes and slipping into my slippers, I sighed in relief. Home. Before I could take another step, Mr. Noodles—my black-and-white tuxedo cat, complete with his signature black bowtie—greeted me by weaving between my legs, purring loudly. "Hey, Noodles," I chuckled, bending down to scratch his chin. He meowed once, flicking his tail, and followed me into the kitchen. Marcus and Caleb sat at the table, surrounded by various takeout containers. Marcus dug into his lo mein while Caleb balanced his fork in one hand and scrolled through his phone with the other. "Look who finally decided to grace us with their presence!" Marcus called out, waving his fork in the air dramatically. "Yeah, too high on your horse to join your big brothers for dinner? Caleb chimed in without even glancing up from his phone. I rolled my eyes and dropped my bag onto the floor, giving Mr. Noodles a final pat before sitting down at the table. "Whatever you say, peasants, you wouldn't believe the day I had." Marcus raised an eyebrow, grinning. "What happened? Did Tom Cruise stop by to argue with his reflection again?" Caleb snicker. "Or did Chris Hemsworth come in to try and order his post-workout protein shake?" 'Ok. So maybe I don't only keep celebrity conversations with just Wilma.' "No, I still don't know what kind of gym rat demands a coffee shop to make a protein shake," I said, grabbing some fried rice. "But actually, it was Meryl Streep. She and her manager walked in, supposedly for a meeting. And they broke into a feud over whether or not she should be having hot chocolate and a donut." Both of them looked at each other, chuckling. Marcus leaned back in his chair to scratch Mr. Noodles under him. "Meryl Streep, defending her sugar right? You go, girl!" I grinned, stuffing a dumpling in my mouth. "Yeah, his face when she chewed him out was priceless." Caleb's full attention is on me now. "What about Will Ferrell? Did he drop by and give any hints about his upcoming movie?" I shook my head. "No Will Ferrell today. But Liam Neeson came in, ordered tea and a jelly donut, and then tripped on his way out. Spilled tea all over the place." Marcus and Caleb both froze mid-bite before bursting into laughter. Marcus set his fork down, "Let me guess, he threatened the floor after that one, right?" Caleb swallowed his food, "I can just imagine him giving his famous death stare. What did you do?" "I gave him another one, free of charge," I shrugged. "The man looked so heartbroken. I couldn't let him walk out like that." They laughed again, shaking their heads in disbelief. Marcus wiped his mouth, "Man, only in your line of work do we find out Meryl Streep and Liam Neeson are out here having bad days like the rest of us."

We kept eating, trading stories about our day. Marcus talked about a guy at the gym who almost dropped a barbell trying to impress some girl. At the same time, Caleb vented about the latest office drama. While leaning over to offer the piece of chicken on my fork to Mr.Noodles, without even thinking, I casually mentioned, "Oh yeah, Jenna Ortega came in today." Marcus froze, his fork nearly dropping, while Caleb slowly lowered his phone. Both of them stared at me in studded silence. "Wait...what?" Caleb asked, voice rising. "The Jenna Ortega?" It took me a second to realize what I had just said, and I immediately felt my face heat up. Damn. "Uhh...yeah. She was just, you know, having coffee." Marcus leaned over the table, grin growing wider. "Are you seriously telling me you met Jenna Ortega and didn't freak out? Come on, you've been obsessed since she made it big on Wednesday." "I wasn't obsessed!" I protested, feeling my cheeks grow even hotter. "And it wasn't a big deal. She's just a regular person." Caleb raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Did you...like talk to her?" I groaned, running a hand through my hair and throwing my head back. "Yeah, we talked a little. She was reading a book I loved, so we ended up geeking out about the author. She already read it, too, just revisiting it." Marcus' grin grew, looking smug. "You geeked out about a book...with her? And you're sitting here acting like it's no big deal?" I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "She's just another customer like anyone else, guys," Caleb smirked. "Uh-huh, sure. Except you're blushing right now." I could feel the heat creeping back into my face. "Am not." Marcus chuckled, shaking his head. "Our lil sis rubbing elbows with big stars. Be careful if she wants to meet us, we're totally gonna embarrass you." I groaned, covering my face. "Shut Up, Please!"

After dinner, I headed upstairs. Changing into a pair of comfy sweats and a loose T-shirt. Noodles, ever my loyal shadow, hopped onto the bed and curled into a little ball beside me as soon as I laid down. He purred, vibrating through the blankets. I grabbed my phone and, doomed scrolled through Instagram and TikTok. But no matter what I did, my mind drifted back to Jenna. The way she was there—from anxious to completely calm in the café. It was hard to match that with the version of her I'd seen on the screen. And the fact that we actually talked? That was still sinking in. Then there was the blush. That small, subtle blush when she realized she was the last one left in the café caught me off guard. Jenna Ortega, the same Jenna who played the confident, intense character on screen, blushing because she'd lost track of time in a quiet little coffee shop? It made her seem so much more...cute. I immediately slapped my face. 'No, no, not what I meant. I meant human.'" When I looked over, Noodles' eyes were wide, and his tail flickering. I must have startled him with that slap. After a moment of us watching each other, Clearly unimpressed, he huffed and circled a few times, kneading the blankets before settling back down. "Sorry Noodles...What do you think? I murmured, my fingers absentmindedly tracing shapes behind his ears. "Do you think I made a fool of myself?" He responded with a soft purr, utterly unbothered by my internal crisis. I tossed my phone onto the nightstand, my mind replaying every detail of the evening: the way Jenna smiled when I brought her the donut, her casual posture as we talked about horror novels, and, of course, the way she blushed. It was as if, for a moment, she wasn't Jenna Ortega, the actress. She was just...Jenna. A regular person who got lost in a book, just like me. I sighed, rolled onto my back, and stared at the ceiling. "I'll probably never see her again, right?" I muttered to myself. Noodles meowed softly in response, unbothered by my troubles. But a small part of me couldn't help but hope that maybe she'd come back. Noodles stretched, yawned, and moved closer, curling up beside me. I smiled at his contentment, but my mind was still swirling with thoughts. I couldn't help but wonder if this was it or if I'd get the chance to talk to her again. Maybe she'd come back. With her lingering in my mind, I eventually drifted off to sleep, contemplating the unexpected conversation that had turned my usual day at work into something unforgettable.

The next morning came far too quickly. My alarm blared, and I groaned, rolling over to smack the snooze button. Mr Noodles, the early riser, pounced on my chest and meowed directly in my face until I finally gave in. "Alright, I'm up," I muttered, pushing him off and dragging myself out of bed. After a quick shower, I threw on some clothes and grabbed my bag, ready to head back to The Daily Grind. As I patted Mr. Noodle's head one more time before slipping out the door. I headed out the door, keys in hand, and my phone buzzed as I locked up. I answered. "Hey, Y/N! You're going to have to open up today," she said, practically out of breath like she was jogging. "The twins are dragging their feet and won't put their shoes on! She yelled that last part as I pulled out of my parking spot. "Mama couldn't take them, so I got stuck on babysitter duty again. I'll be in later." I chuckled, imagining the chaos on her end. "No worries, Captain, I can hold down the fort until you come." "Thanks! Oh, and by the way..." Wilma's tone shifted to something more playful. "How did things go with Primera last night?" I paused for a moment, feeling my face heat up. Of course, Wilma was going to ask. I couldn't avoid it, but...did I really have to tell her everything? I could already picture the girl tackling me if she had to find out on her own fruition. "Y/N? You still there?" Wilma prompted, clearly sensing my hesitation. I sighed, knowing there was no way out. "It was fine. We just talked a bit more," I started, trying to keep my voice casual. "Mhm, sure," Wilma replied, egging me on. "And?" I took a deep breath, feeling the warmth creep up my neck. "Jenna...actually walked me to my car," I admitted, my voice quieter now. "And then she teased me, said I had somehow 'charmed' her like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She flashed that smile—half playful, half serious—like she knew she was messing with me. Honestly, it was impossible not to blush." "Wait, hold up, She walked you to your car?" Wilma interrupted, her voice dripping with amusement. I could practically see her grinning on the other side of the phone. "And what smile? You've already memorized her smile, huh?" I groaned, blushing. "It wasn't like that, Wilma. She was just being...friendly." Wilma laughed. "Friendly? Please. You're a natural-born flirt, and you don't even realize it. And with "that" smile? She was totally into i—" "I wasn't flirting!" I protested; the thought of Jenna's smirk made me doubt my words. "She was just messing with me." "Oh sure, because it's so easy to charm someone with those smooth barista skills," Wilma teased. "You better brace yourself when she comes back. You're in trouble, Y/N." "Yeah," I admitted, resting my head on the steering wheel. "And then her bodyguards showed up out of nowhere and scared the life out of me." Wilma's laughter echoed through the phone. "Bodyguards? Of course. This keeps getting better by the second! What else? I know there's more." I sighed, already resigned to the teasing. "She made me promise that the next time she comes by, I'd share some of the stories about some bodyguards at the café." There was a beat of silence, and then, as expected, her laughter doubled. "Y/N, you've got her hooked! Wild café stories? She's definitely coming back now. Congrats—you've got yourself a celebrity lover. You're basically famous." "Wilma, seriously," I groaned. "Please don't blow this out of proportion." "Oh, honey, it's already out of proportion," her voice full of playful mischief. "You've charmed Jenna Ortega, and now she's coming back for more. I can already see it—this is how it all starts." I rolled my eyes, fully aware of how this conversation would go. "You're impossible." Wilma snickered. "Well, look at you—handling business like a pro. Don't let the fame go to your head, mascot. Remember to stay humble when you're hanging out with Hollywood Royalty." "Yeah, yeah," I muttered, though I couldn't suppress the small laugh. "I'll try not to let it change me."

"Alright, gotta get these monsters buckled and shipped off to school. Don't have too much fun without me!" "Sure, I'll try not to, and hopefully, I'll survive the first horde," I said, grinning as I hung up the phone. As I pocketed my phone, I shook my head, a smile lingering on my lips. I was starting to get used to the teasing. I grabbed my bag and headed inside. The sun crept up, casting soft light through the windows as I unlocked the door. Stepping inside, I could still feel the leftover warmth from yesterday. The café was quiet and still, just how I liked it before the rush. I went to the back, checked in, and threw my stuff into my locker before heading to the employee area. I slipped into my all-black barista uniform—simple black pants and a fitted black shirt before getting my apron from the hook by the door. The apron was the only pop of color, a warm brown that stood out against the dark. As I tied it around my waist, I fell into work mode. First things first: the plants. I grabbed the watering can we kept under the counter, filled it up halfway, and made my way around, giving each hanging plant a good drink. The soft trickle of water and the rustle of leaves was strangely calming, making the café feel like it was waking up, too. I always made sure to take extra care of the plants; Wilma was obsessed with them. Her grandmother had a green thumb, and she followed suit. So she'd notice if even one leaf looked droopy. Next up, I headed to the kitchen to bake the day's pastries. The scent of flour and sugar greeted me as I pulled out the ingredients. I started with the croissants, carefully rolling the dough before placing them on the baking tray.

While they baked, I started on the rest of today's menu items. If a customer wanted anything else, we'd bake it fresh for them. Next, the muffins were mixed with batter and folded in fresh blueberries. The lemon scones were last—I zested the lemons, mixed the dough, and shaped them perfectly before sliding them into the oven. As they finished in the oven, the warm, sweet smells began to fill the café, and I could already imagine the regulars lining up for their favorites. Once they were done, I arranged the croissants, muffins, and scones, which were still hot, and I knew they'd be the first to go as soon as we opened the doors. I also double-checked the coffee machines, making sure they were clean and ready to brew all day long. Once the plants were watered and pastries set, I headed to the front window to hang up a new poster advertising an upcoming poetry night we were hosting. Wilma printed and designed it with bold artistic letters and a little sketch of a coffee cup next to it. I used a bit of tape to secure the edges, securing it to the front window and centered for everyone to see. As I finished up, I wiped down the tables and chairs, making sure everything was spotless. The last thing I needed was someone complaining about a sticky spot on a table or chair. I rearranged the cushions, giving the booths that extra welcoming touch. Everything was in place by the time I was done, and The Daily Grind was ready to go. The café had this lived-in feel that always made me smile. It was the kind of space that felt like a warm hug—for anyone who needed it. I poured the fresh streaming brew into a mug, fixing it up just how I liked it, feeling the warmth spreading through my hands. As I leaned against the counter, taking that first comforting sip, a familiar figure appeared outside, her bodyguards in tow. I wasn't even officially open yet, but when Jenna Ortega knocks, who am I to not answer? I walked over to unlock the door, letting her and the guards in. Jenna wasn't in her usual hoodie this time. Today, she wore a stylish see-through white tee paired with a pair of plaid pants with high heels. Looking casual but chic. "You look nice," I said, feeling the comment slip out naturally. Jenna smiled warmly. "Thanks. She added, "I have an early interview for an upcoming film...and then some other boring meetings," her tone was slightly sarcastic. I gave her a teasing look. "Boring? Sounds like you've got a rough life," I joked, rolling my eyes playfully. Jenna chuckles lightly, brushing her hair out of her face. "Yeah, it's tough being me," she shot back. I shrugged, "Well, technically, we're not open yet, but I've already got everything set up, so if you want, I can get you and your crew settled in." Jenna exchanged a quick look with her bodyguards, who nodded back at her. "Thanks, that would be great." I turned to the guards, who had positioned themselves quietly near the entrance. "So, what can I get you guys?" The taller two, who had a more serious demeanor, spoke first. "I'll take a hot coffee. Black, with two pumps of vanilla and a dash of cinnamon." The second guard, who seemed more talkative, said with a small smile, "Tea, please. With milk and one sugar. I'm more of a tea guy myself." I nodded and then looked back at Jenna, expecting her to give her order, but I beat her. "Iced coffee with caramel and whipped cream, right?" Jenna raised an eyebrow, "Not bad. I guess I'm predictable." Jenna leaned her back on the counter as I got to work preparing the drinks, glancing toward the front. "What's that about?" she asked, pointing to the poster I hung earlier. "Oh, that? We run an event for people to come to enjoy poetry or music with their coffee. It's pretty laid-back. Kind of a 'grab the mic if you feel like it' vibe." Jenna nodded, looking at it. "Noted," was all she said softly. "Here's your drinks," I called. Each drink lined up. I handed the bodyguards their drinks, and they settled into the bar area by the cash register while Jenna and I sat at one of the tables, far enough away to talk privately.

"Sorry to inconvenience you again." Jenna replied, smiling briefly before glancing out the window, her fingers tracing the rim of her drink, a little distracted. "You look like you're lost," I teased. "Something on your mind?" Jenna blinked, snapping out of her thoughts and giving me a small smile." Just thinking about the day ahead. Meetings, interviews...nothing too exciting." She glanced at me, smile falling slightly. "But I guess everyone has their own version of busy, right?" I nodded. "Yeah, but at least your 'busy' involves making movies. Not a bad gig." Jenna chuckled softly, "True, but you'd be surprised how much of it is just waiting around, talking about things you've already said a thousand times. It's not all glamorous." I tilted my head slightly, "I can imagine. It's like running a coffee shop. People think it's just pouring drinks and chatting with customers, but there is a lot of behind-the-scenes stuff no one sees." She looked up around me, a spark of intrigue in her eyes. "Yeah? Like what?" I shrugged. "You know, making sure machines are maintained, cleaned, and functional, keeping the inventory stocked, baking pastries fresh every day, And don't even get me started with dealing with the occasional difficult customer, celebrity or not." She laughed, her smile returning tenfold. "I guess we both deal with our fair share of drama, huh?" I grinned, nodding. "Exactly. but hey, at least you get to wear cool outfits. All I get is this apron." She glanced at my apron. "Well...it suits you. And besides, I'm sure you could pull off one or two if you tried." My blush crept up, but I sipped from my cup to cover it. Jenna gave me a playful smile, taking a sip of her own. "So," Jenna began, "Where's Wilma this morning? I feel like I'm missing the other half of this Daily Grind dynamic duo." "She had to drop off her siblings at school," I explained, getting comfortable. "We've been best friends since preschool. Never really been apart, even traveled across the country to open this place together." Jenna's curiosity grew. "That's amazing. No wonder you guys make a great team; you're like a hive mind." I nodded, laughing at the thought. "As terrifying as that is, we do make a great team. Wilma's practically family. We've seen each other through school and jobs. It's been an adventure." Jenna's gaze softened as she asked, "And your real family? Are they around?" I shifted slightly, setting my drink down. "My older brothers, Marcus and Caleb, live here in California with me. We share an apartment together. But the rest of my family, my parents and younger sister, are back in New York." Her eyes lit up. "Wait, you've got a younger sister too? Same here—she can be such a pain, always finding ways to bug me, but that's little sisters for, right?" Jenna chuckled softly, a mix of affection and exaggeration in her voice. "She keeps me on my toes." I chuckled, adding, "Tell me about it. Sometimes, it's a lot of deciding whether to ship her off or not, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. And then, of course, there's Mr. Noodles." Jenna's brow furrowed in confusion, gnawing at her straw. "Mr. Noodles?" I smiled, nodding. My tuxedo cat. He's the real boss of the house." Jenna gasped loudly, startling her guards. "I need to see pictures. Now." I pulled out my phone, scrolling through the dozens of photos I had of Mr. Noodles, and handed it over. Jenna's face lit up with a huge smile as she swiped through the photos. "He's adorable! Look at this gentleman; his tie is too cute! How can you ever leave him to go to work?" I shrugged, shaking my head. "It's tough, but he's got work too. He's a professional napper around the clock, so he manages without me." Jenna handed the phone back, shaking her head in return. But my brain froze; her fingers brushed against mine for a brief moment. It quite literally—shocked me. "Thanks," she said, her hand lingering just a second longer than I expected before she pulled away. "No problem," I replied, trying to calm my racing heart.

"I think I might be in love with Mr. Noodles more than anything else." she joked. I laughed as the door swung open, and Wilma burst in, a disheveled mess, panting like she had just run a marathon. "Sorry, sorry! I swear, herding those beasts into the car is like trying to wrangle lions." Jenna, her guards, and I all turned to look at Wilma, who attempted to play it cool, straightening up as she wiped her brow. "Don't mind me. I'll be in the back getting ready." But before disappearing, she shot me a cheeky smile and said, "Keep charming, mascot." I quickly drank from my empty mug, hoping the ground of the mug would swallow me whole. Jenna raised an eyebrow, "Mascot?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement. I rubbed the back of my neck, "Yeah, it's just Wilma's nickname. She has called me since we opened the café, and she says I'm the face of the place." Jenna let out a laugh, "That's cute. It suits you," she teased, her smile growing. She added, "So, do I call you Mascot now, or is that just reserved by Wilma?" I chuckled, shaking my head. "More like trademarked; she's big on original nicknames but doesn't mind if they stick." "Alright, then, I'll have to go to the drawing board." She chuckled. Jenna's guards glanced at each other, then at the phone in front of them, before standing up. "Ma'am, we've got to head out. Your manager's been calling non-stop," one of them said, holding up Jenna's phone. It read 25 missed calls and 12 growing messages. She sighed, clearly not ready to leave, but she nodded. "Alright, guess I've got to go face the music." She stood up, and I offered to top off her coffee. "You've got a busy schedule. Want a refill to help get through it?" Jenna smiled gratefully. "That would be great, thanks." I quickly refilled her cup, handing it back to her as she pulled out some cash. I frowned, confused. "You don't have to—" She cut me off with a smirk. "I never paid for my drink the other day, and I'm covering today, too. Keep the change as a tip for the drink and for treating me like an actual person." She handed me the cash, along with a piece of paper. As Jenna and her guards left the café, the door softly closed behind them. I stare down at the money. Suddenly, I felt a pinch on my arm. "Ow!" I yelped, spinning around to see Wilma scolding me. "That was to snap you out of it. Also, for not charging your celebrity crush like a regular customer," she teased, hands on her hips. I shot her a look. "I was! I was just caught up in conversation. And besides, Jenna's a good tipper." Looking back at it, I realized the paper wasn't just her receipt—it had her Instagram handle scribbled at the bottom, along with a note that read, 'Thanks for the coffee and conversations again, Slick. You still owe me some more café stories.' I stood there, dumbfounded, as Wilma yelled back, "Come on, mascot, it's opening time before I take your tip!" Snapping back to reality, I shook my head and pocketed the receipt and money. "Alright, alright, I was just counting!"

[milaisreading]

Maybe Ness rambling about his interests, but gets quite thing y/n would think he's weird or annoying.

Y/n notices it and tell him that she loves seeing this side of him. Just overall someone loving ness as ness. My baby needs it 🤧🤧

🌱🩷: Hope u are fine with this!! Thanks for the request 🩷

Warning: Reader is crossdressing so I am using a mix of she/her and he/him. Requests are open

⚽️Blue lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

'Kaiser... He isn't paying any attention to me... Ever since Isagi spoke back to him he has been more distant with me. He just tells me what to do. But, it's not like I can say anything back. I have nobody but him. He is my only friend-'

"Ness. Ness. Ness!"

The magenta-eyed boy shook himself out of his thoughts as he heard (Y/n)'s voice and felt her shake his shoulders.

"What?" Ness looked back at her, blinking in confusion as the girl raised an eyebrow.

"Are you ok? You look lost." He flinched at her words and glanced at Kaiser, who was annoying Isagi and Kurona.

"I am fine. Did you need anything?" Ness asked while looking back at her.

"Can I sit here and eat? Gesner and Grim want to sit here as well."

(Y/n) said as she pointed at the two boys behind her.

"Uhm... Sure." The boy nodded his head slowly as the three sat down and started eating.

"Are we practicing today?" Gesner wondered as he looked at (Y/n), who slowly nodded her head.

"Sure. You guys wanted to practice passes, anyway."

"Wait... You two are working with him? Are you betraying Kaiser?" Ness asked the two Germans with an irritated tone, earning a sigh from Grim.

"No, we are not. On the field we are on Kaiser's side, but off the field we hang out."

"Calm down, Ness. Nobody is going against the king, or whatever." Gesner laughed and continued eating. Ness growled a little in irritation, but stopped as (Y/n) put a plate on his tray.

"What is that?" Ness raised an eyebrow, recognizing that it was one of the chocolate puddings he liked at the facility.

"You told me you liked that pudding, you can have it. I am not much of a fan of it." (Y/n) shrugged, taking a bite from her rice and chicken. Ness' eyes widened for a moment and gulped as he looked down at the food.

"You... How did you know?"

"What do you mean how do I know?" (Y/n) raised an eyebrow and gulped down her food.

"You told me that. You said you liked it so much since that was what you mom made you when you were sick."

"You... You listened?" Ness asked in shock as (Y/n) slowly nodded her head.

"I might not look like it, but I do pay attention." She said, a little offended and started eating again.

The magenta-eyed boy could feel his heartbeat pick up for a moment as he stared at (Y/n), who was busy talking with Grim about something he couldn't catch.

'He cared enough to remember this... He cared enough to give me his dessert... Something Kaiser never did.' Ness glanced at the blonde and shook his head. No! He can't betray Kaiser like that! He shouldn't have someone else in mind! He slowly ate a spoon full of the pudding as a blush appeared on his face. For some reason, today's pudding tasted a lot sweeter.

'They probably changed the ingredients.'

Later...

"Haaa... Hair washing is so nice~" (Y/n) hummed to herself as she walked to her bed while drying he rhair with a towel. Ness looked away from one of his books he was reading and glanced at her instead.

"Why do you wash your hair always first and then shower?"

"Hm? I don't know. I always washed my hair first and then showered." She shrugged he shoulders and glanced at the book Ness was reading before she walked inside.

"What's that?" The girl stopped with the hair drying and looked in curiosity at the book. It was dark purple with a few golden stars on it. Ness at first thought she was joking, but the genuineness in her voice and eyes quickly told him something else. Taking in a deep breath, the boy contemplated for a moment.

'Should I tell him? Whatever, he will laugh at me either way...'

"It's a book I had ever since I was little. It's a story about witches and wizards."

(Y/n)'s eyes widened a little, surprised he was into those things.

"You like magic?"

Unconsciously, Ness smiled and nodded his head as he started going off on his explanation.

"Yeah! Ever since I was little I liked magic, magical creatures! The fantasy world is so interesting and the best way to escape everything! I have had this book since I was 7, actually! It talks about a boy who embarks on a journey to find- Oh..."

(Y/n) blinked as she saw Ness quickly shut up and look back at his book, face red in embarrassment.

"Embarks on a journey to find what exactly?"

"You were listening? Do you really want to know?"

Ness' head shot up to look at (Y/n) in surprise. This... this was the first time someone cared?

"Yeah? What is it about?"

'Weird. He has been acting off ever since this morning.' (Y/n) thought as Ness gave her a huge smile and started rambling about the story. The girl tried to keep up with what he was saying, nodding every once in a while and asking questions as signs that she was listening.

'Well, if it makes him happy.' She smiled a little, enjoying the rare moments of peace she had with the German.

This continued on for the next few days, Ness would talk about random interests he had with (Y/n) sharing some of her own. The boy would try to keep up with what she was telling him as he didn't want to come off as rude for not remembering anything. Noa, just like the rest of the team were surprised how much the usually bickering duo talked. It looked more like two friends talking than two guys who didn't like each other. And, while (Y/n) for the most part stayed oblivious, or enjoyed the peace, Ness did notice the shift. He noticed it when he would miss her presence during his practices with Kaiser, when she would leave him to eat with one of her Blue lock friends. He just felt alone. He didn't like it. But, Ness knew that things were meant to be like this. She served Isagi as his midfielder, and Ness was Kaiser's. There was nothing the German could do. Or, was there?

Ness felt weird ever since the match against PXG started. He didn't like the feeling of being stuck at Kaiser's side. He didn't like the closeness Charles and Shidou showed towards (Y/n). And most importantly, he didn't like her loyalty towards Isagi!

'I hate this! Why can't he score for himself?!' Ness gritted his teeth as he stole the ball from Shidou and looked ahead to where Kaiser was. This was the blonde's chance to make up for the failed goal from earlier!

'But...' Ness stopped and so did (Y/n) who as she looked at Ness in confusion.

'Why did he stop? Kaiser is right there.' She looked at the confused blonde, then back at Ness.

"Here! Do with it what you want! I don't care!'

The girl's eyes widened as Ness kicked the ball towards her. Hiori and Isagi were stunned as well as they looked at Ness, the boy hiding a blush and ignoring Kaiser's yells as (Y/n) kicked the ball towards Hiori who would assist this time.

"Ness?" The girl questioned as the boy ignored her as well.

'This isn't good for my heart at all!!' Ness yelled on the inside as he put his hand over his racing heart.

'I hate it so much that I love you!'

[cryptidcircuswrites]

Character x menstruating reader headcanons

! - slight NSFW, characters mostly suck at this, period =/= fem!reader

AO3

TIM WRIGHT

Has some experience from the events of Marble Hornets (Jay is trans to me) so not entirely clueless

VERY BAD AT COMMUNICATING THOUGH.

He finds out the first time and just leaves. Does not tell you where he's going, does not tell you when he'll be back, does not answer calls or texts.

Comes back several hours later to you in obvious distress with chocolate, midol, that drink you like, one of those plushes that you can heat up like a rice bag

OBVIOUSLY YOU ARE UPSET WITH HIM THO

He's very apologetic

After that first time when he goes out he tells you and makes sure his phone is charged

You usually watch a movie or whatever, but it's something quiet because you probably don't feel well

JAY MERRICK

He is probably also either on his period, about to start, or just getting off of it

notoriously bad about bugging you the entire week.

You get into a lot of little arguments because he doesn't understand boundaries and is also having mood swings

you make up pretty quickly though

He cooks for you the entire time and makes things that won't make you more bloated

BRIAN THOMAS

Absolutely the most perfect.

Massages, trips to the store, cuddling, anything you need he will make sure you get

Even if he's "working"

He will take time in the middle of an assignment to text you and check in

Hell, even if you get weirdly horny he's down to just eat you out "to help with the cramps" for a while

(he's into it)

ALEX KRALIE

He sucks.

And it's not even his fault, he just doesn't know what to do

And he's terrified you'll snap at him or something or he'll do something wrong

So he just ignores you

Self-fulfilling prophecies amiright

If he HAPPENS to have a small enough ego to ask someone (probably Brian) for help and if Brian feels nice enough to not beat his ass on sight, he'll try his best

He's not grossed out by it tho

He might bring home painkillers or a heating pad

Don't expect anything too special this man doesn't understand how this works at all

JESSICA LOCKE

Brian but a woman

Will be so sweet to you the entire time

But not in a "oh come here sweet baby" like Brian, because she gets it

She'll cook for you, rub your back or feet or thighs or whatever hurts

She will sit down and watch that cheesy movie with you, or bitch about whatever's on your nerves atm

TBH would kick Alex's ass into shape if she saw the way he handles things

"Because they deserve better than that!"

Constantly describes it all as "the bare minimum" and downplays it though

EYELESS JACK

Will probably need direction on how to help

Knows a bit, does a lot of research, etc

Ask him to go get x, y, or z though and he absolutely will

Tampons? Pads? Totally knows what he's doing, you just have to specify size and brand

Finds out that orgasms can help with cramps and will definitely test the vibes to see if you're DTF

Definitely into the idea of period sex, if only because he's literally fucking away your pain

If you're not up for it though he'll let you use his favorite heating pad and also lay across you while you nap or whatever

Also overly protective of you the whole time, because you're uncomfortable if not in outright pain

Will bite people for you if they piss you off at all

JEFF THE KILLER

Also really likes the idea of period sex, but for other reasons

Blood kink to the extreme

Will not buy you pads, unironically asks what size pussy you have if you manage to make him get them

Might bring you chocolate or painkillers I guess, but only if he genuinely likes you (not fucking likely)

Overall a total man child about it

But when is he not

SORROW

Doesn't remember much about periods due to the dissociative amnesia and not having one regularly

Tries their best though!

Ends up never remembering when exactly you're on it so is constantly bringing home chocolate, midol, pads, tampons, whatever just to be sure

They're not good about affection so they leave it on your bed or something

TICCI TOBY

Doesn't really understand a lot about it

Like he knows what it is, and there's blood involved, and that it hurts, but beyond that? Jack shit.

He asks people around him about it discreetly though and ends up getting all kinds of weird remedies for it

Will also ask what size your pussy is unironically

When he finds out the differences in pad size etc, still asks what size your pussy is as a joke

Grossed out by the idea of period sex despite being fine with woundfucking

KATE THE CHASER

Has a pretty good grasp on how to handle a period, but it takes her a few times to understand how to handle YOU on your period

Mood swings or whatever and how to keep you emotionally stable

Once she figures that out she’s pretty good about it

Also LOVES period sex

Either of you are bleeding? She wants to FUCK

Will back off if you say no, but definitely still wants you really bad

[kcalsforhim]

˖⋆࿐໋ thursday 12th of december

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i woke up too late i think.. i can’t exactly remember. i weighed myself and i hit a new LW !!!

i got out of the house pretty early with no makeup and a shiiiiitty fucking outfit. i was feeling very dizzy in the morning.

when i was in college i had 3 energy drinks. this is the progression of me drinking all 3 of them in the same class 💀💀

when i first entered my class, i felt so fucking dizzy it was driving me up a wall. i needed to lay my head on the table and try not to pass out… it was really hard. haku said he would get me food but i denied it because i knew the guilt would kill me so bad. so i drank the energy drinks instead

then classes went fine.. i worked on my animation while my group project members worked on the group and making it obvious they didn’t want to include me in the project lol

then after college me and haku walked to the station together and i felt so dizzy. when sitting in our smoking spot i also felt so fucking lightheaded and all i could think about was eating an onigiri… buuuut i still didn’t do that !

some person came up to us and asked us if she could take a photo of us for her fashion related school project and we said yes. at first i didn’t hear her cause she was whispering, then she spoke up with a very masculine voice and i felt really bad for making her speak up because i could tell she felt insecure about her masculine voice. she was very pretty though

me and haku walked to our train platforms and said our goodbyes. the way home was fine, then i felt conscious enough to walk from my local train station to my house. near the church i smoked another cigarette… i somehow got home and i was so tired and dizzy i could barely handle it lmfao.. pathetic right

one bite of chocolate :

34 cals

my mom offered me a small piece of chocolate, usually the chocolate bars are HUUUUGE so i could tell she was considerate of my feelings in giving me a small piece. it was still too big for me.. so i only took a bite and i put the rest in tinfoil.. threw it away.. i spit out a bit into a tissue even.. idk

bean soup (only beans and well.. the thicker soup consistency). one piece of schnitzel, a big bowl of cabbage, and a rice cake with some jam :

422 cals

the pasulj (soup) was good, there was meat in the pot but i didn’t put any, the schnitzel was from yesterday. there was 2 pieces left over, but i only grabbed 1 of them. the cabbage bowl was just seasoned cabbage salad lol.. then um a rice cake with jam… that’s pretty normal and it was low sugar jam.

i felt hungry after it but when do i not feel hungry ? lolll.. after this i waited for my pen to arrive.. yesterday i dropped my apple pencil and it broke on the inside, so i bought a new one.. when it arrived i was so excited to draw ;; so i fell asleep LMFAOOOOOOO. i slept all the way untill the morning

cals : 519

steps : 13.3 k

idk if this is the correct link.. but the title and the artist name are the same so… maybe it is LMFAO.. i like this song !!! it’s peaceful 🤍

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[killervelveteenrabbit]

Danganronpa Cooking Headcanons!

Makoto made only average grades in high-school Home Ec, so he's inclined to discount his cooking skills. He can make his own meals if his mom is out of town or he doesn't have any pocket money for the school cafeteria. But he'd sooner pick up something at the corner store on his way to school. He doesn't share the food he makes with others, so he hasn't figured out that he's actually a better cook than he realizes. Curry over rice or noodles is his favorite food, and he always makes his own rather than using cheap storebought packs.

Aoi loves doughnuts so much she learned how to make them herself. Yeast doughnuts, cake doughnuts, deep-fried or baked, with all kinds of glazes and toppings… she's even mastered a recipe she found online for making them out of potatoes. Naturally, the skills Aoi picked up have translated into baking projects like cookies and pies. These usually turn out well so long as she doesn't absent-mindedly leave out an ingredient or forget she has something in the oven. She's flirted with the idea of opening her own bakery once she scores a few gold medals and retires from professional swimming.

The only thing Byakuya can make for dinner are reservations, and he usually has a servant on hand to make the phone call. Byakuya claims cooking is peasant-work beneath his station. But put him in a kitchen and you'll discover the truth: he's never been in a position to cook for himself, so the poor bastard can't even operate a coffeemaker. Microwaves frustrate him in particular--the one time he tried to use one, he didn't take the aluminum foil off the plate. To this day, he prefers to believe the machine was defective, something off with the wiring.

Celestia doesn't cook; she is cooked for… and you better damn sight not screw it up! As a child, Taeko loved making her favorite gyoza with her mother. Even if they weren't evenly fried or the stuffing came out of them after the first bite, Taeko enjoyed the experience of making them almost as much as eating them. But that was a lifetime ago. Ask her to prepare some gyoza these days, she'll scream at you for mistaking her for the help, distracting both you and herself from the fact that she's forgotten how.

Chihiro enjoys baking; he regards it as a combination of science and art that forces him to train different parts of his brain. Plus, you can eat the results if the experiment is a success! A video "she" posted of "her" attempt at baking chocolate-chip-oatmeal-raisin cookies briefly went viral, if only because it stood out from "her" usual gadget reviews and programming guides. "She" even received a few marriage proposals from fans afterward. As far as Chihiro's concerned, it's to the good if his fans liked it… and the demonstration of domestic skills helps him maintain the masquerade.

Quite frankly, Hifumi thinks cooking is "women's work", something females are supposed to do for the men they love. Furthermore, this junk-food junkie buys most of his food from vending machines and convenience stores, something he can shovel down while creating his latest Princess Piggles epic. He can fix himself a sandwich or boil up some tea or coffee if he absolutely has to, but that's it. Anything that requires actual effort, like Celestia's favorite royal milk tea, and Hifumi is out of his element.

Junko's analytical prowess allows her to pick up things quickly, and if she wanted to learn how to cook, she could do so almost overnight. But she doesn't want to. The aggravation she causes people by making them wait on her causes them despair, and not getting the food she needs and that feeling of hunger that results creates despair in her. Honestly, the only reason she would ever cook something for anyone is for the opportunity to adulterate it or poison it. Junko dresses to kill and cooks pretty much the same way.

As a cook, Kiyotaka is hyper-competent but spectacularly uncreative. He goes straight by the cookbook, following recipes exactly as written… and his insistance on "the proper way to make such-and-such" renders him unable (or at least unwilling) to innovate his own dishes. He noticeably fumbles when improvising alternatives to unavailable ingredients or equipment. Finally, he avoids preparing anything he deems unhealthy, lest he weaken the body and spirit of the people who eat it. You'll eat healthy and well with Taka in the kitchen… just don't expect dessert, unless it's fresh fruit or yogurt.

Kyoko's overprotective grandfather would allow her to make her own food, but not to use the stove, the oven, or particularly sharp knives for fear she might accidentally hurt herself. After all, she was destined to be a detective, not someone's housewife. She understands the processes of cooking, and even the science behind fermentation, heat transfer, why coriander tastes like soap to her, etc.. But she herself rarely cooks, relying on family servants for her meals. Oh, and Kyoko finds most instant foods greasy and disgusting… especially cup ramen.

So one time there was this girl at school Leon liked, and she was really into cooking, baking, stuff like that. So he figured he'd learn how to cook and totally impress her with his Mad Kitchen Skillz. He blew all his cash on cookbooks and utensils and ingredients--but pretty much everything he made got burned or half-cooked or just plain tasted like shit. While recovering from food poisoning from his own undercooked chicken yakisoba, Leon found out his dream girl was now dating an upperclassman. Eh. At least he can follow the directions on a box of cake mix. Hope you like it crunchy.

The Owada brothers both learned the basics of cooking at their mother's insistence. She knew one day they'd have to grow up, stop running wild in the street, and take care of themselves. Her lessons came in handy when first Daiya, then Mondo, had to look after their biker brothers with less involved parents. Mondo privately wishes he could learn how to do more stuff in the kitchen--making things instead of breaking them--even though it might seem a little sissified. Um… no, Mondo has no strong opinions about butter… why do you ask?

Life as a transient mercenary taught Mukuro basic survival skills, including how to set up a serviceable field kitchen, purify water, and hunt and forage enough provisions to support herself and her team. Ever the team player, Mukuro will readily volunteer to help with mess duty and even may take command to get the job done… unless Junko orders her not to. In fact, as long as her sister is around, letting her handle food is dangerous. She'll follow her sister's lead in making it inedible or potentially deadly.

When she's not chugging protein drinks, Sakura appreciates a nice big meal to give her strength for the day's training and fights. She enjoys preparing a large Japanese-style breakfast--several bowls of rice and miso, with tsukemono and natto made from cucumbers and soybeans grown in the dojo's gardens. She won't buy pre-packaged foodstuffs without checking the nutritional label. Too much sugar or sodium, and it goes back on the store shelf. Everyone she cooks for will eat the same thing she does, no exceptions. And are you really gonna argue with her about it?

Sayaka got tired of waiting for her dad to get home from the office with some cheap sushi pack he picked up on the way. So she taught herself how to make simple tasty meals that wouldn't require her to operate the stove and risk starting an apartment fire. She took the same Home Ec courses Makoto did in middle school and not surprisingly made better grades in them. Now Sayaka enjoys preparing low-calorie snacks for her bandmates when they have spare time. It helps her focus on something besides the dance step she flubbed in rehearsal or the way the label's new PR guy keeps leering at her.

One of Toko's early novels, "Fresh Baked Love", centers on a shy girl who wins the heart and appetite of her crush by becoming an award-winning chef. It's based on a longstanding fantasy of hers. As is, the only thing she makes consistently well are chocolates. Every year Toko prepares a huge bagful for her dream boy of the moment… and every year it ends up in the trash, unopened. BTW, her chocolatiering expertise does not carry over to her Genocide Jack alter… and if that switch has flipped, the question of who's preparing dessert is the least of your problems.

Yasuhiro's mother always treasured and complimented her son's attempts at cooking, even if they were barely edible. Consequently, Hiro labors under the delusion that he's a whiz in the kitchen. But he fails to notice how everything he makes always comes out burnt, underdone, dried out, soaked in too much sauce, bitter, crumbly, or some combination of the above. You can let him help with meal prep, but don't leave him unsupervised, always have backup ingredients ready in case he messes something up… and make sure he's wearing a hairnet, kerchief, or something similar.

Hajime is mostly indifferent about food, cooking it or eating it--unless you're talking about mochi. Then he gets weirdly finicky and sensitive about the virtues of kusamochi (his favorite) over sakuramochi (which he can't stand). In line with his non-Ultimate status, he's an average cook, capable of boiling rice, making sandwiches, and working the okonomiyaki stand at the school festival so long as he has help. His Izuru alter, being the Ultimate Everything, has the potential to be a master chef… but he has other priorities.

When you grow up foraging, scavenging, or even fighting for every meal, you learn how to improvise. Put Akane in a kitchen and she'll start looking through cabinets and containers, rifling through the fridge like a raccoon in a trashcan, quickly coming up with a combination of this, that, and the other thing that will feed her and everybody else in the house. Ideally, she'll find meat and plenty of it. If there isn't any, she'll find it, somehow, even if she has to kill it herself. Nothing Akane makes is remotely gourmet, but no one is going to starve on her watch.

Whatever can be said of the "Ultimate Imposter", to say they enjoy fast food is an understatement. The Imposter is practically a scholar on the merits of this chain's cheeseburgers versus another, the harmony between pizza toppings and sauces… they could pretty much write a dissertation on KFC in Japan compared to the US. But the idea of preparing their own meals is a foreign concept. Privately, they're too intimidated to try. So much effort and preparation--if they tried to replicate the foods they supposedly know so much about and fail, it would be just too embarrassing.

The eating of food, and the preparation of it for eating, is a fundamentally human concern. Hence, engaging AI Chiaki in conversation about cooking and food might inadvertently expose her status. She's learned enough from all the cooking simulation games she's played… but she doesn't have a favorite food or a least favorite. She doesn't know where milk and eggs come from, and she doesn't realize that food can spoil or not taste good. Critically, asking her to recall memories associates with certain foods generates verbatim repeated responses.

The real-life Chiaki is about as adept at cooking as her AI counterpart. She gets so engrossed in gaming that she'll forget to eat, then wonder why her stomach hurts. Then she'll take a break to grab an energy drink and a nut-and-cheese protein pack from the corner store. If she's at home, she'll raid the kitchen for cup ramen or condensed soup she'll eat straight out of the can. Preparing anything from scratch doesn't appeal to her at all. The few times she's tried have proven that it isn't as easy IRL as Cooking Mama makes it look.

Bodyguards at the Kuzuryu compound have learned not to comment on any late-night bumps and clatters coming from the kitchen. The housekeeper turns a blind eye to the occasional empty containers of sugar, flour, baking powder, and eggs that weren't in the trash when she clocked out the previous night. Everyone knows about the young master's sweet tooth, and everyone knows Fuyuhiko is above asking anyone to make the treats he secretly craves and devours in secret. Rivals aren't going to stop calling him "baby gangsta" if they see him nomming on a fried dough cookie.

Cease your labors, mortals, and behold the handiwork of the Dark Devas of Destruction! Tanaka the Forbidden One bids you gain strength and vigor from this ambrosia from the gods, his special STIR-FRIED GINGER TOFU WITH DAIKON RADISH AND SPRING ONIONS! Seriously, watching Gundham in the kitchen is like watching a cross between "Ratatouille" and "Fist of the North Star". Gundham gives the orders and the hamsters do the rest. Be forewarned that eating his mother's terrible cooking has imbued him with low standards for taste. Also, watch out for the odd bit of hamster fur in your salad.

As an arbiter and ambassador of Japanese culture, Hiyoko's family has trained her to whip up delicious full-course meals on demand. She will enthusiastically debate the merits of certain types of miso and curry over others, seasonal variations on sukiyaki, etc., all while explaining how even the worst of Japanese cooking shames the fatty, greasy slop that passes for Western "cuisine". Just… don't actually ask her to cook. That is beneath her. Hiyoko will, however, instruct you how to prepare dishes according to Saionji family standards… while telling you in excruciating detail how you're doing it all wrong.

Her voice is loud, her fashion is loud, and her music is loud… so it makes sense that Ibuki likes her food loud, too. Her standard cooking technique involves flavor-blasting everything to a degree Guy Fieri would find excessive. Sauces! Gravies! Dressing! Hot peppers! And mouth-burning, sinus-clearing amounts of spices, the more obscure the better. Each meal, regardless of what it is, comes with a side of heavily seasoned rice. It's all prepared while she blasts noise metal out of the speakers she's hooked up--which is fine, since you might not want to hear about how she "kicked up" those croquettes.

If you're fixing a propane grill--or modding it out so it can cook fifty burgers at once and alert you when each one has reached 74 degrees C in internal temperature--it makes sense that you know how the food the equipment prepares is supposed to taste. Kazuichi is indifferent about food and drink; all he cares about is that the cola isn't diet and you brought enough grub to share. But he knows what things are supposed to taste like and how to use and fix the machines so they taste that way. If that counts as knowing how to cook… then Kazuichi knows how to cook.

Mahiru's mother was more often "on assignment" than not, and her shiftless father wouldn't even take his discarded takeout containers out to the trash. Ever the resourceful one, Mahiru pulled up some recipes on her laptop, printed them out, bought the necessary provisions, and after considerable trial and error taught herself how to prepare basic dinners for two. And ever the photographer, Mahiru takes photos of everything she makes before she digs in, even if it doesn't look as pretty and put-together as the online examples.

Mikan will be the first to tell you she's an awful cook and anything she makes is unfit for human consumption. On this point, she exaggerates. She only thinks she can't cook because she inevitably drops a plate, spills the salad dressing, slices herself with a knife, or falls over in a heap and somehow ends up with the kitchen trashcan spilling all over her. With some assistance, she can pull off a lunch or dinner that is fit to eat and, more importantly, is healthy, low-fat, properly portioned, and high in fiber to help you maintain regular bowel movements.

Dinner time. Nagito is cooking, so you steel yourself for the worst. You're pleasantly surprised to discover nothing amiss. The garden salad, the roast chicken, the side potatoes, and the chocolate cake are all wonderful. But your nagging suspicions compel you to peek inside the kitchen. Sure enough, various ingredients are splattering the counters and walls. There are scorch marks on the ceiling, which drips with fire extinguisher foam. A cabinet door is hanging by its hinges. The dishwasher is halfway open, revealing the exploded remains of the toaster.

Eager to prove herself worthy of being the Ultimate Gangster's little sister, Natsumi actively seeks new ways to protect her family against rivals and upstarts. One of these, oddly enough, involves playing the part of hostess. She's read how Lucrezia Borgia and other poisoners took out their enemies undetected, and lately she's been… experimenting. Recently, a former "business partner" of her father's spent two weeks in intensive care with stomach inflammation. No one except Fuyu has made the connection to the purin custard Natsumi prepared for dessert when he came by for supper.

You get out of the human body what you put into it. Different bodies require different meals to help them reach their potential as athletes. One of Nekomaru's hidden talents is finding out what food they need. Count on him to help you bulk up, slim down, or otherwise condition yourself for your chosen sport. The one common element to all Nekomaru's diet plans is an efficient digestive system, not weighed down with excess material in the gut. With him as your coach, you'll eat like an champion, perform like a champion… and shit like a champion!

Ryota can draw food that looks so mouth-watering you'll want to eat it right off the screen. But actually making it? The most difficult part will be pulling him away from his computer set-up and out of his room. Once you get him in the kitchen, he can follow instructions, but he may rush things and cut corners so he can get this distraction out of his way, with disastrous results. Furthermore, he'll whine the entire time that he doesn't have time for this and he can't do anything that injures his hands and whipping this batter by hand is exhausting. Maybe you should just send the boy back to his studio.

Sworn to protect the Kazuryu bloodline, Peko is prepared for any contingency. She's trained to recognize when food has been tampered with and has occasionally functioned as a taste-tester. She can also prepare simple meals from edible berries and plants in case she and her charges are ever trapped in the wilderness. Peko would like to learn more advanced cooking techniques--like how to make those cookies the young master likes. But she's never pursued that interest. Her blade is meant for protecting the family, not chopping vegetables.

The Kingdom of Novaselic requires its royals and heirs to be reasonably self-sufficient, so Sonia's picked up a few "commoner" skills like meal prep. But she's far better at planning dinners than preparing them. And by "dinner", Sonia means grand banquets full of distinguished guests. To her, fifty people counts as an intimate gathering. Bring the appetizers out at five, the main at six, dessert and coffee come out right after the applause stops from the ambassador's speech… oh, and the Grand Duchess is allergic to fennel, so can we find an alternative to that soup that still complements the veal?

Teruteru's reputation in this arena precedes him, does it not? Give the guy enough time and he can put together a seven-course meal in the Sahara Desert. But Teruteru keeps meals for family friends simple yet succulent, from the miso soup to the castella served for dessert. Every dish is one he learned at his mother's knee and as a backup chef at the family restaurant, yet flawlessly executed. Even his renditions of basics like fish ball soup explode with a kaleidoscope of flavor. Don't forget to pre-order his new cookbook "Meals My Mama Taught Me" wherever books are sold!

Komaru does okay in her Home Ec classes, but within the humble kitchen of the Naegi household, she becomes a culinary nightmare. Her sense of taste is quite frankly not normal (favorite foods include sparrow’s nest, tuna eyeballs, and kangaroo meat) and this completely warps the way she cooks. Her family, Makoto included, usually take one bite of whatever she's cooked, try not to retch, tell her it’s good but they’re not hungry right now, and discreetly sneak the abomination, container and all, into the outside garbage. Komaru’s never realized why her family goes through pots and pans so quickly.

None of the Warrior of Hope kids would be any help in the kitchen. Masaru primarily eats whatever he can shoplift. Nagisa’s parents provided their lab rat with such meager rations that he has no concept of what makes a decent meal. Kotoko had servants preparing her meals, and her mother was interested in teaching her… other skills besides the domestic. Monaca will feign helplessness to get out of kitchen duty—you don’t expect a little girl in a wheelchair to fend for herself, do you? Jataro might be able to help, if you can convince him cooking can be a form of art and if you can get him to focus.

Outside of its potential role in poisoning cases, Shuichi gives little thought to food. His parents were either too busy working or traveling to spend time with him (cooking or otherwise), and his aunt took care of dinner when he moved in with her and his uncle. Home Ec is his least favorite subject in school, and at home he’d sooner do laundry than help in the kitchen. He’ll grudgingly fix simple snacks to keep his belly from rumbling, or he’ll pick up something from the corner store. Maybe the right person could show him how fun cooking can be, and how it can distract him and help him relax.

One of Kaede’s worst fears is something happening to her hands that stops her from playing the piano. This includes cutting or burning her fingers while cooking. Hence, she avoids excessive kitchenwork. She can whip up a few sandwiches or appetizers, using pre-sliced meats and cheeses. Clean oven mitts and potholders are a must, and she avoids using any cutlery sharper than a butter knife. Perhaps the only reason to have her in the kitchen at all is meal-planning. She’s been hosted at many high-class dinners by her wealthy patrons, and she knows what makes a successful soiree.

The natives on the island where Angie lives happily cook for her—providing needed sustenance to the oracle of Atua is a high honor. But sometimes Angie receives messages from Atua calling on her to return the favor, so she prepares huge meals for the people attending her festivals. If you love Polynesian cooking and plenty of it, Angie’s your girl. She can prepare slow-cooked pork cooked in a dug-out oven, poke and ceviche made with wild-caught fish, and grilled chicken in any number of sweet and savory sauces, all with generous sides of coconut rice and her favorite avocados.

In mountains, Gonta learn how to hunt food and make fire to cook food. But Gonta no good in kitchen. Gonta really no good in fancy kitchen back home. Break everything. Burn and cut hands. Gonta like to cook outdoors around fire pit, where smoke go up in air and not make beeping sound. Plenty of room to move around and not knock things over. Gonta good at barbecue! Gonta know how to cook any kind of meat tender and safe enough to eat while not burnt. Bug friends help Gonta find fresh fruit and vegetables to go with meat. You not go hungry in woods when Gonta with you!

Himiko may specialize in grand spectacles, but no mage is worth her wand without knowing a few magic potions. There’s one she keeps handy for curing minor illnesses. It requires a whole chicken, roasted and deboned. Then she forms a dough and cuts it into noodles. For the base she'll need butter, celery, carrots, garlic, assorted spices, and the best chicken stock available. Himiko carefully mixes the concoction, bringing it to a boil before letting it cool. Those uninitiated to her magic circle can’t speak for its curative powers, but they agree it’s the best homemade chicken soup they’ve ever had.

Between his regressive gender attitudes and his inherent machismo, Kaito disregards cooking as girly and undignified. He'll only fix his own meals if there isn’t a female around to do it for him. His grandmother did all the cooking for him, and the only thing he learned from her was not to touch a hot stove. With some reverse psychology—telling Kaito he can’t do something always flips a switch—he might try his hand at “manly” culinary arts like grilling. Don’t try talking him into anything more, or you’ll be subjected to a lengthy diatribe on the superiority of freeze-dried food.

Cooking is a part of the human experience that Kiibo was designed to replicate. He can follow the instructions in a recipe to produce decent meals, but he might not notice if the eggs have gone bad or a malfunctioning broiler has undercooked the fish. His "experiments" to create new dishes humans will enjoy resemble current AI attempts to replicate art and writing. Recent creations include pudding-filled rice balls, beer-battered steak in a strawberry-marmalade reduction, an "eggplant cake" with a peanut-butter glaze, and something called a "chickenloaf" served with bechamel sauce.

She doesn’t make a big deal about it, but Kirumi’s culinary abilities almost match Teruteru's. What she lacks in delicacy and nuance, she makes up for in resourcefulness. Her larder is always stocked with ample supplies of vegetables, pasta, cheese, eggs, beans, and a variety of meats and seafood. This way, Kirumi can fix any number of hearty, energy-packed meals and snacks for important people making important decisions, often late at night. For more formal functions, she is equally capable of finding a suitable caterer or commanding an entire kitchen staff to prepare state dinners.

Any city where D.I.C.E. sets up shop, all the best grocery stores and fine-dining establishments are burglarized within the week. They lose their best cuts of meat, their priciest liquor… and every last bottle of soda. Kokichi's army of merry pranksters marches on its stomach. If he's somehow dragooned into feeding people outside his organization, they can expect "fun" additions and improvizations on whatever's being served. Sorry, Kokichi, but no one else found the creamed spinach-filled-bonbons as funny as you did. Especially considering the spinach was cooked in Carolina Reaper hot sauce.

Korekiyo's world travels have exposed him to the culinary delights of a hundred or more cultures. But as his beanpole physique suggests, food is not a priority for him. He eats whatever's available--since sometimes he's had to eat grubs and insects just to survive or sample utterly vile local delicacies, like live octopus in Korea or surströmming that one time in Sweden. There is this chocolate mille crepe cake he makes, his beloved sister's favorite. Kiyo will occasionally prepare one, but only for very special girls, the kind his sister would have liked…

You need help preparing dinner, and Maki's the only one available. She sighs bitterly, but despite her initial reluctance she immediately sets to work. By the time she's done, she's taken over, preparing omurice for the main with sides of potato salad and yakitori and a giant bowl of zosui. She seals the deal with coconut thumbprint cookies with red bean jam. She confides in you that she used to cook like this all the time for other kids at the orphanage… and honestly, she's just happy to prepare dishes she doesn't have to spike with arsenic or cyanide.

The brilliant inventor Miu Irumi has better things to do than fuck around in the kitchen preparing num-nums for numb-nuts. She has been known to prepare special baked goods for boys she likes--pie with her her hair in it, cookies containing her fingernails, chocolate made with her blood, etc. So maybe it's better for all concerned that she stays in her workshop. She's memorized the numbers of every takeout place in the neighborhood that delivers, so all she has to do is answer the door, wolf down lunch while watching some kiddie show, and then go back to her current project.

Rantaro is basically a teenage Anthony Bourdain, having been a hundred or more places across the globe and picking up at least one recipe or cooking style everywhere he's been. Linguine carbonara from Italy, churrasco from Brazil, pad thai from Thailand, Nashville hot chicken from America… would you care for some jollof rice, and if so do you prefer it Nigerian or Ghanaian style? Rantaro has sworn to prepare all these dishes for his gaggle of sisters once he finally tracks them down--he's come a long way since the days of fixing them riceballs and pancakes.

Ryoma has a few favorite recipes he'll share if asked. They're surprisingly good for someone whose palate has been exposed to a steady diet of prison food. But… you might notice a theme. Turkey meatballs? Salmon patties? Sardine omelettes? And then there's his special tuna and rice. Yep, you're eating homemade cat food, the same recipes Ryoma lovingly prepared for his beloved Russian Blue a lifetime ago. Storebought industrial kibble just wouldn't do. Stop complaining--you've had a full serving of protein, fiber, and vitamin D. At least he didn't sneak a vitamin pill into it.

Tenko's master tried teaching her how to cook, thinking it would encourage focus, discipline, patience, etc. He failed miserably, but some of the cooking lessons stuck. She's particularly good at the art of nabemono--preparing hot pot dishes. She takes care in selecting the appropriate pot, seasoning the stock just right, and picking out only the choicest cuts of meat and vegetables… especially tripe, her favorite of all. If you identify as male, make sure to thank her appropriately after the meal to keep her from knife-handing you in the face.

Anyone can tell you that the fabric and accessories required for serious cosplay cost serious cash. Tsumugi paid those costs and her dues by bartending at various clubs and bars, using a skillful application of makeup to convince employers she was an adult. She's learned how to fix any number of cocktails on demand and she knows a few tricks of the trade, like substituting the cheap stuff for top-shelf liquor once patrons have their buzz on. She can also fix a fair number of pub snacks, especially the salty stuff that makes people thirsty.

[xxlittle0birdxx]

Bucky is a little indifferent about most holidays. And by a little indifferent, he means he can take or leave most of them after spending a good portion of his life as Popsicle Assassin.

And Valentine’s Day? No, thank you.

Enter one human sunflower named Sam Wilson.

Sam loves holidays. Bucky’s indifference makes him want to go all out. He starts sending presents a week in advance.

It starts with a bouquet of heart-shaped balloons. Bucky entertains the idea of using them for target practice with his favourite knife, but his upstairs neighbour has been ultra-snarky about noise ever since New Year’s Eve, and Sam and Bucky got a little enthusiastic about ringing in the new year. (She left a note on Bucky’s door telling him she didn’t mind if he watched those movies, but could he please turn the volume down?)

Next is a Wallace and Gromit style sheep plushie. It’s soft and fluffy. Bucky puts it in the middle of his bed, telling it it’s only for a little while, and don’t expect to stay there. (It’s still there at Thanksgiving…)

A bag of coffee beans from the place Bucky likes with a note to “Try the French press, old man.’ Bucky proceeds to make it in his old school percolator.

A box of chocolates. The ones that made Bucky’s eyes roll back in his head when they tried them a few months ago.

A bottle of ink for his fountain pen. And a box of fancy stationery. Because Bucky doesn’t do phone calls. But he writes letters to Sam.

On February 13, someone arrives with a grocery order. It’s all the ingredients for dishes that Bucky loves, especially when Sam cooks them.

On February 14, before Bucky even had his first cup of coffee, there’s a knock on the door. He answers the door dressed in his boxers and a pair of socks and nothing else.

It’s Sam.

He makes Bucky a dozen heart-shaped pancakes. The kind of mac and cheese that makes Bucky moan when he eats the first bite. His grandma’s gumbo. His mother’s red beans and rice. His titi’s cornbread.

Not once do the words, “I love you” cross his lips.

But Bucky knows.

And that’s how Valentine’s Day became his favourite holiday.

[anamazingangie]

iron out the kinks by AmazingAngie

Aegon II Targaryen x Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen

E / 12k / Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three

Summary:

Daemon liked pretty. He really did. But there was something boring about simple beauty, something more attractive when you pushed someone who was pretty past that point.

Pushed them to the point where they were flushed, panting, crying, out of control of their emotions and pleasure and just clay in the palm of your hands. That was far more interesting. He couldn’t wait to get this boy to that point—and his sister too. 

sequel to a sign of maturity (or a midlife crisis)

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Chapter Three

chocolate

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When they were all awake—and wearing slightly more clothing, they ordered their meal, which fell somewhere between lunch and dinner. Rhaenyra was tapping away on Daemon’s phone in an attempt to accomplish the task, proudly announcing after a few minutes that a dozen cartons of Chinese food were on their way. While they waited for it to arrive, she played hostess—offering him water before disappearing into the bathroom with a glare in his direction, “ I need to clean up.” She said, the implication of cleaning up your cum was not lost on him. But he wasn’t feeling too guilty, not with how much she had also enjoyed it. 

Daemon and Aegon made small talk while she was gone, him rambling about his classes—all business related and boring apparently. Daemon asked a bit about Rhaenyra too, discovering she was double majoring in business and fashion design, “She always wanted to be a model.” Aegon said, “But she was too short—so that was the next best thing.” 

Daemon thought it a pity there were height requirements for agency’s—he’d dated enough models to know about them, but didn’t see why it mattered, not when beauty came in every size. Especially her size, he thought, thinking of her lovely curves, skin, features, and, well…everything. 

Rhaenyra heard the tail end of their conversation chiming in with, “That’s why I have an OnlyFans, I get to live out my fantasy.” She said pragmatically. 

Aegon snorted, “Oh yeah, OnlyFans and Vogue are basically interchangeable.” Rhaenyra wrinkled her nose at him, but her annoyance didn’t interfere with her sas, “OnlyFans pays better.” She said, which Daemon thought was probably true. 

“What do you post there?” Daemon asked, curious how explicit their content was—though he knew Aegon’s fans liked the gape of his asshole, and it would be difficult—though not impossible— to get more explicit than that. 

“Mine is mostly pictures of boobs.” She admitted. 

“They are great boobs, though.” Aegon said appreciatively. 

Daemon agreed wholeheartedly. 

When food arrived, they sat cross legged around their coffee table—eating directly from the cartons with wooden chopsticks. Rhaenyra had put on a fresh pair of underwear and snagged her brother's shirt, which was unbuttoned and giving a wonderful view of her chest that was honestly pretty distracting. Aegon was wearing his jeans, and Daemon himself was—somehow, still fully clothed. 

They got back on the topic of family, and Daemon was forced to admit he didn’t have much. He was adopted as a baby, raised by two wonderful people who tragically passed away when he was in his early twenties. “I’m so sorry.” Aegon said, looking sad, “That’s awful.” Rhaenyra agreed. Daemon nodded, it was but it was also a long time ago—and thanks to that alone, it was no longer as painful as it used to be. 

“And you?” He asked, they had spoken a little bit about their parents that day—enough that he knew they were still alive, and not great at, well, being parents. “Any other siblings?” He asked. 

Rhaenyra laughed, “Yes, two.” Aegon shoved her with his elbow, “ Three. You always forget Daeron.” Aegon corrected, but Rhaenyra just waved her hand, mumbling something about “ he hardly counts,” before taking a bite of fried rice. 

“Daeron was an oops baby,” Rhaenyra said, “He was like four when we moved out?” She said, though she didn’t sound entirely sure. Aegon nodded in confirmation, leaning across the table to dip into a carton of spicy chicken. 

“I’m the oldest. Then there is Aegon. But you should see our other siblings! Aemond and Helaena. God they are so in love it’s disgusting.” Rhaenyra said, rolling her eyes even though her voice sounded fond. Daemon’s brow rose, “Are they… together, too?” He asked, not wanting to misunderstand her definition of love. 

“Oh yeah.” Aegon said, “They are like…two halves of a whole, like soulmates or something. Only eyes for each other. It’s a miracle our parents haven’t noticed.” Rhaenyra nodded in agreement, and Daemon gaped—god what was it with their family? Was incest in their fucking veins? Not that he was judging just, wow. 

Though this distracted him, what he found even more surprising was how they spoke about their siblings' love for each other. Like it was different from the relationship they shared. He couldn’t resist tugging on that thread, “You two aren’t like that? ‘ So in love it’s disgusting?’” Daemon asked, quoting Rhaenyra’s words back to her. 

They both laughed, as if this notion was ridiculous.  

“No, if you asked our parents, they’d probably say we hated each other.” She said, and he couldn’t help but snort in response. If they hated each other, they hid it pretty fucking well. “I mean it!” She said, indignant. “We cohabitate surprisingly well but we bickered nonstop at home.” 

“It’s true,” Aegon agreed with a shrug. 

“Your relationship is more than cohabitation, though.” Daemon said—it wasn’t a question. They’d said as much that morning, that they didn’t want to be in a relationship without each other. That was something even if it wasn’t love. 

Aegon looked thoughtful, but Rhaenyra spoke first. “It’s hard to explain. I love him more than anyone else. More than I should love a brother, and there is obviously sexual attraction there too, but it isn’t… romantic.” She sighed, sounding almost frustrated at her inability to describe it. 

Aegon nodded, “We love each other because we’ve always been there for each other. We’re family. ” 

“It’s not a romantic love.” Rhaenyra described, “We’re like siblings with benefits—we’ll do things together, we are together, we’ll fuck each other, but we wouldn’t go on dates.” Rhaenyra said the word like it was dirty, and Aegon’s nose wrinkled in response, as if this thought was unthinkable.  

“Like, we’d never get each other flowers for valentines day, you know? It’s just different.” Aegon said. 

“How would you feel if someone else got you flowers?” Daemon asked, wondering if he could sneak inquiries about jealousy into this conversation. They both seemed to consider that, “Flattered? I think we are pretty secure in our relationship?” Rhaenyra asked, looking at her brother for confirmation. Aegon nodded too. 

“I don’t think either of us feel threatened by the possibility of having another partner. If anything we like the idea of someone doting on us in a way we desire but can’t provide for each other.” Rhaenyra said. 

“You don’t feel envious? Seeing someone else fuck or kiss the other?” Daemon asked, pleased with their responses so far but needing further reassurance. “I’m not… possessive over him like that.” Rhaenyra said, and then Aegon chimed in, “I think we are almost… part of each other so seeing something happen to the other doesn’t feel like cheating so much as an extension of us?” 

Rhaenyra nodded, “It would be different if you were only interested in or attracted to one of us. But I know I’ll get a turn eventually, so it’s just sort of…hot to watch while I wait.” She said, with a faint blush coloring her cheeks. “I think I’d get jealous if you did something with anyone else, though.” She admitted.

“ That feeling is very much mutual.” He agreed. 

It was Aegon who asked, “Do you feel envious seeing us with each other?” 

God, that thought hadn’t even really occurred to Daemon. He’d maybe wanted to trade places with them once or twice, but those desires had been brief, and he was usually enjoying the show of them together too much to even want to interrupt. 

“No,” he said, thinking back to when he first saw them kiss, “You’re beautiful together.” 

It was Rhaenyra who said, “You’re not so bad yourself.” The words would have been more impactful if she hadn’t spoken them while her mouth was full—but at least she covered it while she chewed. He just shook his head, returning to the food and enjoying his time with them, since it was likely coming to an end. 

…

Daemon was right, after eating things seemed to wind down. “We’d ask you to stay over, but…” Aegon trailed off, waving his hand in a gesture to their room. “Our beds are fucking tiny.” Rhaenyra clarified, and Daemon laughed—he wanted to tell her off for her language, but if he brought up her dirty mouth he had a feeling they would never leave.

“Oh!” Rhaenyra said, seeming to surprise even herself, “Are you coming to the club tomorrow?” She asked. His brow rose and he shook his head, he hadn’t been planning on it. 

Aegon sighed, “ What she means is: we are performing tomorrow night, and it would be nice if you could come.” He said, with a glare in his sister’s direction. Rhaenyra nodded before confirming, “Yeah. That.”  

“I’d love to.” He said, and he meant it. 

He left not long after that—giving Rhaenyra a lingering kiss in the doorway, then a matching one to Aegon. Rhaenyra narrowed her eyes before darting in and giving a final peck on his lips—as if she couldn’t be out done by her brother. Daemon smiled at that, then tilted his head. “Why don’t you kiss each other and give me something to remember, hm?” They followed his request eagerly, lips meeting lazily in a way that was still passionate before parting. 

“Beautiful.” He said, feeling slightly gutted to be leaving them. He would see them soon though, tomorrow to be exact. 

And in the meantime, he texted his assistant—surely he paid her enough to find a florist that would deliver within the hour at 5pm on a Saturday? He requested something chaotic for Rhaenyra, and something sweet for Aegon.

He was pleased, at the texts he got from the siblings later that evening—Rhaenyra’s bouquet was primarily bird’s of paradise, orchids, roses, and ferns. Smaller flowers and random sprigs of greenery filled out the vase, making it look cohesive despite the odd variety. 

The white lilies and pale blue hydrangeas suited Aegon, much simpler, but no less striking. 

He texted his assistant again. 

Have bouquets delivered weekly until I tell you otherwise. 

…

For the second time in a week, Daemon found himself entering Dragonstone. The red band around his wrist felt heavier now that he was here to see his submissives. Sure they hadn’t signed a contract but they’d also made it pretty clear that they didn’t want one. They didn’t want a traditional dominant, daddy, or master, they wanted… a husband. That was what they’d said. And fuck he wanted to be that for them, too. 

He had a single minded focus as he stalked through the club, uncaring of any displays outside of the submissive siblings’ whose bed he hoped to soon be warming. He was slightly late, but by some miracle there was still a seat for him. Thank god, he would not be above pulling his “I own 51% of this company” card just to get a better view of the two fucking. 

He was impressed at what a prominent position they had in the club, given the fact they were having relatively vanilla penis-in-vagina sex, but fuck they were gorgeous. Mysaria had perfected the lighting over the years, blanketing the room in a darkness that served almost like a fog—you could see through it, navigate through it, but it took effort. It provided privacy for those who wanted it, while still allowing people to be seen. And of course, it drew eyes to the main attractions—a half dozen or so stages displaying a mixture of beds, crosses, and kinky devices. 

He could hear the swish of a whip coming from a stage behind him, along with the dull tone of a dom explaining basic bondage harnesses and rope safety. But all of that faded away, and Daemon found himself unable to focus on anything other than the pair on stage. They were gorgeous together. The way the light hit them made them glow, like an oil painting—skin too smooth and soft to be real. 

They were unhurried, the signs of eagerness they showed in his dominating presence were absent when it was just them. They clearly knew each other’s bodies well, taking time to kiss and lick at each other's mouths before Rhaenyra moved to Aegon’s neck. 

When she did finally press his length into her body, she rode him hard, grinding down against him while Aegon held her hips. The boy did what he could to thrust back against her, but it was hard from his vantage point. It really was a beautiful sight, watching them together—watching Rhaenyra in control of his pleasure—though it chafed Daemon that there was no one responsible for her pleasure. She had fingers pressed to her clit, but clearly it wasn’t enough. 

Aegon’s moans were louder now, and Daemon could see his eyes squeezing shut—his fingers forming fists. He was trying to clench down and hold back, and Rhaenyra must have noticed too. She was nearly frantic towards the end, in how she rode him, but she didn’t peak before Aegon. The boy cursed as he came, following it with a line of apologies. Rhaenyra looked near tears, as she ground against the softening length trying and failing to find her own release. 

He watched her wipe her eyes and blush when she caught his gaze. He crooked a finger at her—hoping she would come over to him now that the show was done. He was pleased when she did—Aegon trailing behind her like a puppy. They had shrugged on robes for modesty, but left them untied, so Daemon had a lovely view of their fronts as they approached. 

“I don’t usually come before her!” Aegon said, when they were within hearing range of him. Daemon snorted, brushing the boy's disappointed face. “It’s alright, what did I say about you just being a puppy? Your sister's pleasure is too much responsibility for you.” Rhaenyra looked less sympathetic, somewhere between embarrassed and angry if he was reading her expression properly. 

Daemon’s hands fell to her waist, pulling her closer to him. His fingers stroked her folds, a little puffy from use and damp from her brother’s seed. “Do you want to sit on my lap, princess? I told you, I’d stretch out your little cunt—now it needs me, hm?” She nodded, and he unzipped his pants—pulling out the hard length of him, which had perked up quite nicely from their show. “Get it wet with your brother’s juices first, hm?” He suggested, guiding her hips up and down the length of his cock, until he was wet with slick. “That’s a good girl,” he cooed as she came closer, positioning herself above him with her knees resting on the leather booth. 

He stroked her sides as she pressed down on him, both of them moaning in pleasure at the sensation. Rhaenyra slowly picked up speed, but he slowed her with his palms—”There is no rush, princess, just enjoy the feel of having a proper cock in your cunt, okay?” He said, grinding her down against him. She nodded, following his lead and the pace of his own thrusts. He continued to guide her hips somewhat, forcing her to grind down every so often and preventing her from getting a good rhythm. 

He could tell she was getting frustrated, which was cute but he also felt bad. He gripped her hips tightly, standing up while he was still buried in her. She yelped in surprise, but moaned when her back hit the table. Daemon was left standing, finally having enough leverage to thrust deeper into her. The combination of that and the flat of his palm on her mound made her come in a matter of minutes. 

And with her, hot, tight, and wet around him? He was gone, following her soon after and spilling deep inside her as he ground his pelvis against hers. 

Daemon slipped out of her, falling back into the booth, while Rhaenyra stayed laid out on the table trying to catch her breath. Aegon was still standing next to them, and he was quick to ask, “Do you want me to clean her up?” Daemon smiled at that, reaching out to cup the boy’s cheek. 

“You are so eager for the taste of your sister's cunt, it’s cute. But she worked hard for that cum, no? She should keep it for a while.” Daemon was going to offer his limp length to the boy, if he was so desperate to suck on something—but then he realized Aegon’s cock was already swelling again. Ah, the joys of youth. 

Fine then, he could offer the boy his mouth. Daemon patted the table, helping Aegon hop up onto the surface. Rhaenyra sat up during the exchange, watching curiously as she pulled her robe more tightly around her—obviously finding some sense of modesty now that she’d found her orgasm. 

Aegon showed no such shame, despite usually being the more shy of the two. His robe easily parted to reveal the entire front of his body—from the soft lines of his neck, to his muscled chest, to the pale skin stretched taught across the bones of his pelvis. Daemon traced his fingers across it, before scratching them through the thatch of hair at the base of his member. 

In this position, when Daemon leaned forward, his mouth was level with the boy’s length. Aegon was looking down at him with a mixture of wonderment and anticipation which was honestly pretty inspiring. Daemon hadn’t had a dick in his mouth in…god, had it really been years? Surely it must be like riding a bike…though to be fair, he hadn’t done that in decades, so he wasn’t sure how well that would go, either. 

Anyway—he started out by licking up the length, before gripping the base of it with his fist—which to be honest, didn’t leave much more than the head exposed, but that was fine. He licked at the slit before wrapping his lips around it, finding the width of it surprisingly manageable. He moved his hands, placing them on either side of the boy’s groin as his mouth moved further down the length. 

That was manageable too, and Daemon found he liked the boy’s size—it felt comfortable in his mouth, a pleasant warm weight on his tongue. Daemon much preferred sucking a real dick opposed to the various objects he’d been trained to deep throat years ago. He didn’t sort his sexuality out until his twenties, so his first few experiences doing this were on gags or dildos—something his first dom had a real fetish for. 

Even soft dildos couldn’t recreate the stiff yet velvety feel of human skin, and they all had a sort of plastic-y taste that lingered in your throat. Plus, you didn’t get to enjoy the responsiveness—the little twitches, moans, and thrusts of the man you were sucking off. There wasn’t the heat of flesh, and pulse as blood throbbed through the length, either. Really no fun compared to a proper cock.

Daemon liked changing techniques, moving up and down for a time before giving special attention to the head. Then he’d follow the veins with his tongue, and use his hands to play with the boy’s balls. If he was at home, he’d flip Aegon over—lap at his taint and maybe finger his ass a little. 

But for simplicity's sake, Daemon stuck to his dick, and it didn’t take long. He figured Aegon was just used to Rhaenyra’s mouth—the predictability of having a single partner for a long period. It was easier to control yourself when something was familiar, and he was hopeless to Daemon’s mouth, coming in a matter of minutes and moaning loudly through his release. 

It was cute how the boy thrust gently against Daemon’s—the movement almost apologetic, like he didn’t want to inconvenience him, but was too desperate to stay still. Daemon didn’t mind—it wasn’t like the boy could gag him with his cock, not to be crude but it wasn’t big enough for that. 

Daemon swallowed, giving a final lick to the head before freeing the limp length from his mouth. It was only after he pulled off that he really thought to look up at the boy—and gods, wasn’t that a sight. Aegon looked a little stunned by what he just experienced, like he had been fucked stupid, but he still looked so pretty. 

Daemon liked pretty. He really did. But there was something boring about simple beauty, something more attractive when you pushed someone who was pretty past that point. To the point where they were flushed, panting, crying, out of control of their emotions and pleasure and just clay in the palm of your hands. That was far more interesting. He couldn’t wait to get this boy to that point—and his sister too. 

Speaking of Rhaenyra, she slid off the table and into his lap, pressing her lips to his and lazily licking the taste of her brother’s cum out of Daemon’s mouth. He grinned against her lips, the kiss was wet and messy and he was pretty sure she was leaking onto his trouser leg but he didn’t care. Fuck he was so gone on her—on Aegon, on the pair of them. They just felt good in his arms, in his mouth, on his cock, against his lips, just… everywhere. 

After a time they separated for air, Rhaenyra moving down his neck and biting above his collar in a way that was sure to leave a mark. He hissed, dragging her away from him with a fist in her hair. She glared as she was forced to unlatch herself from his neck, but it turned to a smile when he asked, “Do you want to get out of here?” 

…

By the time the car pulled up to his building, it was past midnight. It had taken almost an hour for them to actually leave the club. His pets were popular and after he had ‘finished’ with them, people were eager to talk to them. When they had made their way upstairs and to the showers, he was left to wait pathetically until they returned to him. 

It was cute seeing them with damp hair and bare faces, all flushed from the warm water and scrubbed clean. Rhaenyra was no less pretty with her face free of makeup, her complexion almost unnaturally clear. Her hair was pulled up in a scrunchie, with locks falling around her shoulders—he couldn’t resist giving her a kiss—though he tried to keep it brief since his driver was waiting. 

He told himself they could kiss in the car… and they did. 

It was late when they got back, his apartment dark and all of them too tired for small talk. He flicked on the lights that were necessary to navigate through the place, leading the pair to his bedroom. It was sweet how they followed him, like sleepy little ducklings. He ushered them into his bedroom, Rhaenyra letting out a sarcastic whistle when she saw the space. 

“How many orgies has that bed witnessed?” Rhaenyra asked, gesturing to the extra large king bed. Daemon’s eyes narrowed as he considered her question, “None? It’s relatively new. The bed frame however…” He trailed off, smirking when she glared at him. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to, princess.” He said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

Aegon seemed amused by their banter, but when Daemon began undoing his cufflinks, the younger man quickly followed suit. None of them seemed particularly motivated to stay clothed around each other unless the situation absolutely required it. 

Rhaenyra kicked off her skirt first, her sweatshirt following shortly thereafter—both men paused fiddling with their buttons to watch her, as she casually unhooked her bra and discarded it as well. It was some comfort that even after years together, even her own brother couldn’t look away thanks to his fascination with his sister’s form—not that Daemon could blame him, because gods. 

Rhaenyra lay back on the bed—seeming to make herself at home, and as tempted as Daemon was to just stare at her, he’d rather join her, so he unbuttoned his shirt as quickly as he could. He wasn’t fast enough though, Aegon beat him to the bed, pulling Rhaenyra to him. He nuzzled into her neck, pressing little kisses to the skin. Her hands ruffled his hair—holding him in place as she let out noises of contentment. It was nice, seeing them like this—casual affection without the ultimate pursuit of release. 

He assumed he would see more of it if he stuck around—which he desperately hoped he would. Right now he was the new and exciting thing in their life, and his role in their relationship put them in a position where they wanted to please him more than each other. Time would temper this, and things would balance as they adjusted to having him  in their life. 

God, he was eager for that. He wanted to see them interact in the morning—learn how they took their coffee. What their favorite cereal was. If they snored. He wanted to know every mundane thing about them…but for right now, he just wanted to get into bed. 

He joined the pair once he was stripped down to his boxers, curling around the other side of Rhaenyra and kissing her shoulder. She giggled, pointedly turning away from him and moving closer to Aegon. Their lips met a few times, before she relaxed back against the pillow. 

“I think I might actually be too tired for sex.” Rhaenyra admitted, and Daemon laughed—though not in disagreement. He loathed to get up, but it was necessary so he could turn off the overhead light. 

Before laying back down, he pressed a kiss to each of their foreheads. 

He settled beside Rhaenyra, basking in the press of her bare flesh against his own chest. It was funny, he’d been so eager to get them into a bed, and now that he had them here, he just wanted to sleep. But he was so completely satisfied in that, because he was eager for their company more than anything else. 

…

[starfiresyugiohocs]

OC Profile: Iris

Full Name: Iris Ophelia McGinnis. Nicknames: Irey, Petals (by her grandfather), Cupcake (a nickname that happened for a good while from Alister) Aliases: N/a Nationality: American, Japanese citizenship, ⅓ Irish Birthplace: Domino City, Japan. Gender: Female (she/her, comfortable with they/them as well). Sexuality: Demisexual demi/biromantic. Age: 19-21 years old. Birthday: September 7th. Star Sign: Virgo. Occupation: Nursing student -> Pediatric nurse; counter clerk at Kame Game; book seller at Marcie’s Marvelous Books; Pro Duelist. Voiceclaim: Janet Varney.

Hair Color: Blonde. Hairstyle: Shoulder length, very thick and more shaggy than wavy (though it does curl at the ends), has long sideswept bangs over one eye. Eye Color: Violet. Skintone: Pale. Notable Features: Scar underneath her right eye. Typically wears dark, heavy makeup. Pierced ears, two piercings on the top of each ear, a tongue piercing and a naval piercing. Also got her nips pierced on a drunken dare by Maddox. After Season 4, she starts getting various tattoos as well, mainly on her arms, legs and one on her collarbone. Outfit Style: Thrifted goth, usually getting a lot of her clothes second hand or on sale. Lots of blacks, not a lot of room for other colors unless they're accents. Loves a good fishnet stockings and ripped jeans combo. After season 4 and she gets into Dueling in tournaments more and more, her younger brother finally got to go on a shopping spree and get her some new clothes, coming in touch with her roots as Kaiba's big sister but even more goth. Accessories: Silver rings on her fingers she'll find antiquing, choker necklaces (definitely a lot more of the spikey ones early on).

Personality: Very snarky and sarcastic. Suffers heavily from resting bitch face; also tends to not be able to hide it when she does not like somebody. Beyond that, however, she typically struggles with expressing emotions and vulnerability; to the point that not even her siblings have ever seen her even shed a tear. She tends to also bury a lot of her more negative emotions and feelings to "deal with it one day when she's dead". Is absolutely fantastic with kids and animals. Isn't afraid to be blunt when she needs to be and can be overly straightforward. When you've earned her respect and care, she will be the most loyal person in the world. Very much has a caretaker nature and wants to help heal everyone she can and look out for everyone. Tired Big Sister energy as well as depressed broke zillennial energy. Hobbies: Reading, annotating books,  gardening, thrift shopping, collecting Addams Family merch where she can afford it, researching anything and everything, cooking, playing different card and board games with her family. Habits/Mannerisms: Brushes her bangs back during serious talks, easily slips into neutral masks when upset, crossed arms when she doesn't have much to do with them, lip biting, hand holding for small shows of affection, eats cupcakes the way Anne Hathaway does by taking the bottoms off and smushing it on top of the frosting. Likes: Halloween, thick books, fanfiction, motorcycles, cats, history, mythology, small businesses, rainy days, anything mint chocolate, seeing karma work its magic. Dislikes: Rich people, corporate assholes, heights/flying, overly noisy places, animatronics, hard candies, sports, writing essays. Favorite Food: Chicken fried rice, mint chocolate fudge. Least Favorite Food: Caviar.

Deck: Cyber Angel. Signature Card: Cyber Angel Izana. Ranking: Wasn't much for Dueling early on, but after she starts getting into the tournaments, she starts to rank pretty well. As of the moment, she's sitting somewhere between the top 25-50 range I think, but is pushing to get further and further.

Parents: Meredith McGinnis-Butler, Steven Nesbitt (estranged, deceased), Roland Butler (step-father, views as her real Dad). Sibling(s): Henry Nesbitt (half-brother, deceased), River McGinnis (younger sibling), Flora Butler (younger half sister); Seto Kaiba (younger foster brother), Mokuba Kaiba (younger foster brother). Children: Orion Gayle (born right before Season 4). Extended Family: See family tree here. Pet(s): None at the moment, looking at getting a cat. Love Interest(s): Alister Gayle. Extensive Relationships: See post here (coming soon).

History:

Grew up being raised by her single mother. Steven was a very infrequent part of her life early on, and was not a good or loving presence and kept a firm distance.

He disappeared almost completely out of her life after the death of her half-brother, Henry, and after his reaction to her mother finding out that she both had MS and was pregnant again with River.

Showed back up when Iris was in middle school to bribe her mother into letting her and River attend a dinner with his boss, and she met the Kaiba brothers. He tried to arrange a marriage contract between her and Seto, and it became a heated battle.

Tried to put up with it to help keep an eye on Seto and Mokuba, though fought against it the best she could. The boys became like brothers to her and River.

Her Mom and Roland worked to protect the kids and eventually fell in love with each other.

Has quite a bit of trauma from Steven, as well as Gozaburo, during the time leading up to Seto taking over KaibaCorp, all that she took in an attempt to protect her siblings.'

Started taking college credits her last year of high school and even graduated high school a semester early. Went to college on a full scholarship to get her nursing degree.

Meets Alister a year before the story starts when he begins working for KaibaCorp in the IT department (all undercover to try and take them down from the inside) and they end u pbecoming friends and later something more.

[narbarecker]

2023 birthday details

I’ve been absent from social media all day because I was very busy during my birthday, and finally caught up on some rest afterwards.

The midnight before my birthday, I ate the graham mango float that I prepared before Christmas, because no one else has eaten it.

I made a lot of bargaining to set the conditions of my birthday satisfaction. First it was “As long as I have cake, I’ll be happy.” Then I realized I probably can’t go out to buy cake because I haven’t showered yet, and I don’t want to be around people if I’m not clean. So next I said “As long as buy Bon Chon chicken, I’ll be happy.” I also set the condition “As long as I draw something I like, I’ll be happy for the rest of the year”.

I set up these conditions because I became superstitious after my mom died in the same month that I had a bad birthday on that year (2021). Since then, I thought “I need to be happy on my birthday to ensure a good year for everyone else”. I don’t want to live with regrets. I can’t handle another death.

In the morning, my dad greeted me with a singsong of Happy Birthday.

I then told him that I want to order from Bon Chon (because he has a Food Panda account). We changed our mind to Kenny Rogers because they have more selection and I wanted to try the new chocolate muffins, and I can’t order a bingsu from Bon Chon online anyway. I chose this option because I thought we wouldn’t have cake, but a muffin will be good enough for me.

I’ve been working on a drawing to celebrate my own birthday.

My aunt (dad’s sister) sent some money through dad’s G-Cash, and his app refused to recognize my bank’s QR code, so I told my dad to just keep the money in his account. I’ll be paying him for the birthday meal using that money anyway. I realized that I didn’t order spaghetti or any noodle for my birthday, which is a symbol of long life. I didn’t mind because I wasn’t looking forward to a long life anyway.

Dad went out to buy a cake. We agreed that it should be small. I was really happy because I’ll actually have cake on my birthday after all!!

My aunt (mom’s sister) then texted dad that they’re coming over after lunch to bring some pancit. I was forced to take a shower earlier than I planned because of that!

When dad came home, he returned with a large chocolate roll cake. ^^;; Our lunch order arrived soon after, and my family sang Happy Birthday, and we ate. This is 8 pcs of air fried chicken + 4 corn muffins + 4 side dishes + 4 rice + 4 Minute Maid bottles, for the price of 888 pesos (discounted price for the seasonal promo). I added a box of 6 Dark Chocolate Chocnut muffins. It doesn’t have any taste of dark chocolate and it’s mostly just chocnut, but false advertising aside, I actually liked it. I wrongly chose chicken macaroni for my side dish, which was just macaroni covered in mayonnaise, which was really gross and I hated it after one bite. It didn’t even have any chicken. Never ordering a chicken macaroni ever again. I finally took a shower after that meal.

While waiting for my relatives to arrive, I continued drawing. About 2 hours later, I hear the low humming of car machines, and soon I heard my aunt’s voice, followed by my cousins. My aunt said I shouldn’t be sleeping on my birthday, but I was just working on my bed.

As my relatives arrived and seated themselves, they began to sing Happy Birthday.  They also handed gifts from Christmas for the three of us in my family.

Aside from a large bilao of pancit, they also brought a large cake. My aunt was arranging the lollipop designs that came with it, and my cousins teased her that she broke some or placed them the wrong way.

Soon, they gathered around the table to sing me a Happy Birthday, and we began to eat. My brother stayed in his room to play God of War Ragnarok and skipped the meal because he’s still full from our lunch. I was also stuffed, but I felt like I couldn’t not eat their birthday offering. For some reason, they cut up the roll instead of the large birthday cake. I was very confused! It’s a very large cake for my family to eat alone, so I hoped they’d take some of it home. but they left it untouched in our house! 

They started watching Infinity War. Apparently they really enjoy dad’s home theater system. I can hear one of my cousins explaining some of the Marvel lore, so I think she must have watched Loki (the series) too.

We also planned to visit the cemetery afterwards. I was looking forward to it, because I also wanted to visit mom on my birthday, but I never asked my dad for that before, because going there is quite inconvenient.

Dad was trying to show our e-bike to my cousin, who gave it a test drive. My uncle then reminded us that we should go soon as the cemetery might close down after 4pm? So my dad charged the e-bike for a while, and my relatives continued watching.

We finally left around 4pm, and my uncle had to stop by a gas station to refuel. Dad was leading the way on our e-bike. Soon, we reached it, and there was a lot of people visiting as well, probably because it’s after New Year, and a lot of people finally have free time away from work.

My cousin set up her phone to play a recording of mom singing Dreaming of You in karaoke. And right after that, it began to rain. We joked that it’s mom crying in heaven because most of the family visited her. We rushed back to our vehicles, and waited in the shelter for the rain to stop, and it did not long after.

As we were about to return to our vehicles, I pulled out 1k bills for my cousins to split up, but my older cousin refused it, insisting that she has a job. So I gave it to her younger sister. I also gave them to my younger cousins. I haven’t given them anything for years and I was always on the receiving end, so I really wanted them to accept it!

We finally went home after that. Our e-bike soon reached low power and we feared that we won’t make it home without pushing it. But we actually got home, even if it was very slow, and my brother and I had to get out to lessen the load. My dad was the real MVP of this day for doing so much work. I can only offer little help by washing the dishes and clearing the table mess, but even then, he still did a lot more.

When we got home, I opened the gifts. I got soft slippers from my uncle’s family, and I’m really happy about that, because my bedroom slippers broke last year and I was unable to fix/replace it. I also got a cute mug from my cousin’s family, who didn’t show up today. I got awesome snacks from my male cousin and his fiancee. And the ones from my aunt and her daughter, I opened earlier to see if it fits. I didn’t take pics, but they’re also good (and they’re black, like the entirety of my wardrobe.)

I tried to finish my drawing, but I was too tired and fell asleep while working on it. I woke up a few times, but my consciousness kept pulling me back to sleep in the comfortable temperature.

So in summary:

I had 2 cakes on my birthday.

I was able to draw, even if I wasn’t able to finish it before my birthday ended.

I enjoyed my birthday a lot.

That day was full of eventful things to me, and it’s the happiest birthday I’ve had in a while. I can only hope the people who celebrated with me will experience that kind of happiness for themselves too. I’m really thankful to my family and my relatives.

[goo-d-tama]

My Flop Era: Is Lowkey Serving | Act 1, Entry #27

30 August 2022

    Yesterday, Meifei and I went to Pootja's house for a visit, and also to introduce us to her husband. She cooked us lunch: chicken adobo with quail eggs (that I only tried a bite of because allergies), daing na pusit, and sinigang. I liked all of them, especially the sinigang! And I don't wanna know how many servings of rice I finished. Lol.     After eating we chatted and gossipped.. for 4 hours! Damn. Her husband is so nice. Before going home he gave us wallets. Not just any wallet- Coach wallets! With PHP20 inside. Lol. For context, it is Japanese custom to always have some money in your wallets, no matter if it's just a coin. I do practice this custom since I was young. My mom taught me it. She also worked in Japan and it was actually her that got Tia Fei to Japan before.     Anyway, back to Pootja's husband. Lol. He also gave us some snacks and chocolates to take out, as if we did not eat enough. Also, Pootja gave me a handheld electric fan, while Meifei was given make-up products. But all that wouldn't hold a candle to the offer Pootja's husband gave us- his iPhone and iPad for a very cheap price. He plans to upgrade to iPhone 14 next month. Meifei wants the iPhone which is 13 Pro Max, while I want the iPad. It's just an iPad mini 3, but he's selling it for only JPY10,000! Finally, I'm going to be an official iPad kid. Lol. I plan to hand down my current tablet to my dad.     After we got home from Pootja's, we helped Tia Fei clean and rearrange the house (to get more space) in preparation for three more family members joining us. Let's call them: * Pon Mi = Meifei's mom; the "aunt" I was talking about at the very first entry. * Dula Feet = Our uncle; Brother of Tia Fei, Pon Mi, and my dad. * Granpapi = Obviously our grandfather.

~ I know I've been introducing you a lot of names, but I swear it's only getting fun. For convenience, let's call the three of them collectively as THE TRINITY.     Don't be confused, the visit to Pootja's happened yesterday. The Trinity will arrive today. Later in the evening, to be exact. They are only here for two weeks.     Tia Fei and Capt cakKe already left to pick The Trinity at the airport. Meifei and I were left in the house because we can't all fit in Capt CakKe's car. And also we still have a bit of cleaning to do, especially Meifei because her clothes are just.. a mess.     I got tired after cleaning so I want to take a nap after my bath. I'll be back.     The Trinity has arrived! Welcome to Nihon, muggles! It's chaos in Tia Fei's house! Capt cakKe even told me "dami tao" (A lot of people; crowded) teasingly when he had to scoot over me to pass by. And yes, in those exact Filipino words. I too was surprised. Lol.

Read the whole thing here.

[hueylengyong15]

My top three memorable moments of February.

Since the second month of the year is over. I decided to do this post what I did in February.

Making my own ice cream sundae at Le Meridian Hotel:

After dinner on the eve of Chinese New Year, I decided to make myself an ice cream sundae by scooping out medium scoops of Vanilla, Chocolate, and Strawberry, adding a fudgy brownie, gummy bears, three of the Hershey's syrups including chocolate from the fountain, Golden Smarties, strawberry, marshmallow, and a Kit Kat wafer to top it all up.

I wanted to add the chocolate bark, but it was enough for me, as I would get a sugar rush and have cavities in my teeth. So, I decided not to get any more toppings as my mom would scold me when she got back from Taiping.

As I sat down to eat my dessert, I tried the brownie paired with the ice cream coated with the toppings I selected. The best part was selecting my own ingredients on what I could come with instead of copying someone's DIY bowl of ice cream.

Once the Reunion dinner was over, I was full of eating my sweet treat, I remembered not to add a lot of ingredients to the Sundae and learned to take only the things I could finish instead of wasting them.

Hopefully, next year I will learn my lesson about what I can eat instead of throwing away my food into the trash and being mean to the unfortunate people who can't afford to eat at a nice restaurant.

2. Trying out Senjyu Japanese restaurant in One Utama for the first time:

On Thursday after Valentine's Day. I decided to watch the Cantonese version of Disney Pixar's Turning Red. Once we got to TGV Cinemas to get the tickets, we found out that there were no regular seats available to watch the movie as there were only Junior seats available. After hearing the news, I was sad, that I didn't get a chance to watch the Cantonese version of the movie as there were too many kids playing on the playground.

To cheer myself up, I decided to eat at Senjyu, the newest Japanese restaurant that recently opened one month ago. Once we got to this place, I ordered the Spicy Salmon Mayo Temaki Taco with Shimchi Yakiniku Don set with a citrusy and icy Lemonade Bliss drink.

The taco which was made with rice and seaweed coated in a tempura batter had an excellent crunch that paired perfectly with the spicy salmon and the shredded tamago had a good texture that reminded me of a burrito mixed with sushi that gave it a nutty and irresistible texture.

As for my dad, he ordered the Hotate and Salmon Mentai kettle rice set. The Japanese Scallops were delicious and not so spicy including the salmon seared with Mentaiko sauce that makes it a perfect pairing when being eaten in one bite.

The Sashimi was one of the best side dishes that we ate with our meals. The Salmon was tasty and great while the cut-up fruits and Chawanmushi were savory along with the flower-shaped carrot, grated imitation crab, and eggy custard which was on the sweeter side when being served hot and fresh.

Overall, I gave this Japanese restaurant eight stars due to their homemade high-quality recipes, and peaceful ambiance. And next time, when I eat at the Japanese restaurant again, hopefully, I will try their Gyoza dry ramen with Unakyu Sushi Maki.

3. Lunch at the Teddy Cafe:

Four days ago, I decided to go to the Teddy Cafe for a Sunday lunch after working on some of my assignments. After arriving at this place in the afternoon, I saw a white teddy carrying a gift box with a bouquet, a miniature teddy in an ice cream cone, and two pink teddy bears with a lemon wedge hat holding a white heart with a happy little cub waving hello to the people who come into the cafe.

The decorated restaurant which had many teddies was excellent as it was suitable for people of all ages to enjoy eating at this cafe. I also liked the dressed-up teddy toys in different outfits such as Snow White, the Prince, Kawaii style bear, and many other clothing for the cute bears.

As we found a table, we ordered the Nachos with Tom Yum Gravy, teddy-shaped garlic rice with grilled chicken, Mango, and Lime blended ice bear drink, and the Teddy beef burger with fries.

The Teddy burger was adorable to devour, especially with the fries and salad. The beef patty was juicy and went well with the veggies, cheese sauce, and mayonnaise. As for the Tom Yum Gravy, it had a spicy kick especially the tomatoes and lime were not too sour and made it a good combo with crispy Nachos.

The grilled chicken, garlic rice, and garden salad with sweet soy dressing sauce were sweet, tasty, and not so garlicky. The Mango and Lime drink topped with a marshmallow bear was excellent as it reminded me of Ice Bear from the show, We Bare Bears.

Once we finished our lunch, I ordered an ice cream dessert for two called Teddy on Island. The strawberry ice cream and syrup are very sweet and delicious.

On the other hand, the chocolate waffles were crunchy and delicious when paired with the mixed fruit and the two happy vanilla ice cream bears. I loved the left side of the two waffles being the dirt and the sweet cream being the sand.

After finishing our dessert, we decided to go home to rest before class tomorrow. This day was the best because I got to see a collection of teddy bears which people of all ages enjoyed. Hopefully, I will come back to this place to have a cup of 3D bear coffee with a bowl of mushroom soup when I have time.

[jdgo51]

This Isn't Fair!

Today's inspiration comes from:

I’ll Start Again Monday

by Lysa TerKeurst

"'A huge piece of bakery deliciousness sat in front of me. It was a combination of three desserts in one. One layer was cheesecake, one layer was ice cream cake, and in between those was a layer of brownie-like chocolate cake… all drizzled with some kind of fudge icing that was calling my name.

This was served to me while on a family vacation. At the time, I was at the beginning of my no-sugar adventure. I’d been doing great at home, but I’d been dropped into a place that was teeming with bakery things my mind could not even conceive of, while everyone around me could eat a pound of sugar a day and still look fit and trim.

I didn’t want my family to miss out, so I told them to please enjoy. “I’m fine,” I said with a carefree smile. But inside a totally different dialogue was playing in my mind:

It’s not fair!

I think this is one of the biggest tricks Satan plays on us girls to get us to give in to temptation.

Saying “it’s not fair” has caused many a girl to toss aside what she knows is right for the temporary thrill of whatever it is that does seem fair. But the next day the sun will rise. As each band of light becomes brighter and brighter, the realization of the choice she made the night before becomes clearer and clearer.

Guilt floods her body. Questions fill her mind. Self-doubt wrecks her confidence. And then comes the anger. Anger at herself. Anger at the object of her desire. Anger even at a mighty God who surely could have prevented this.

It’s not fair that others can have this, do this, act this way.

It’s not fair that God won’t let us eat of the fruit of the tree in the middle of the garden… one little bite wouldn’t be so bad, right?

It’s not fair I can’t buy that new thing I want. Just a little debt wouldn’t be so bad, right?

It’s not fair I have this body that requires I watch everything I eat when that girl eats junk and stays a size 4. One piece of cheesecake wouldn’t be so bad, right?

It’s not fair that we can’t have sex before we’re married when we’re so in love. Experimenting one time wouldn’t be so bad, right?

Our flesh buys right into Satan’s lie that it’s not fair for things to be withheld from us. So we bite into the forbidden fruit and allow Satan to write shame across our heart.

And whether we are talking about having premarital sex or cheating on our diet, once we taste the forbidden fruit, we will crave it more than we craved it before — thereby giving temptation more and more power. And given enough power, temptation will consume our thoughts, redirect our actions, and demand our worship.

Temptation doesn’t take kindly to being starved.

I don’t know what tempts you today. But I do know this vicious cycle, and I’m here to give you hope that it’s possible to conquer it.

Just typing that sentence gives me chills. A few years ago, I wondered if it might ever be possible for me.

As I’ve mentioned, the eating plan I chose was a no-sugar, healthy-carbs-and-protein plan. Which doesn’t sound so bad until you realize sugar is in just about everything we enjoy eating. Breads, pasta, potatoes, rice, not to mention all things bakery-licious.

So, sitting at that special dinner during my special vacation, I started to have a little pity party, and those words It’s not fair crept into my brain.

In that instant I squirmed in my chair and thought, I’ll take just one little bite… maybe two… I’ve been so good… I even exercised this morning… this is vacation… everyone else is indulging… oh my stars, what are you doing, Lysa?!

The sugar was like a siren of mythical tales, luring the ships over to rocky coves that would inevitably dash and destroy them. The seduction was smooth and seemingly innocent. But in that moment of temptation, I realized having a pity party was a clue I was relying on my own strength.

I had to grab hold of God’s strength, and the only way to do that was to invite His power into this situation. In this case, I gave God control of the situation by mentally reciting, I am made for more. I am made for more.

I recalled pieces of scriptures I’ve tied to this go-to script and banked up in my heart.

I’m more than a conqueror.

With God all things are possible.

Let the peace of God reign in your heart.

Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from the evil one…

The problem is, Satan hit me with a twist that left me momentarily shaky: But this is a special time, Lysa. And special times deserve an exception to your normal parameters. It’s not fair that you have to sacrifice. Look around you. No one else is sacrificing right now.

It’s at this exact point when the dieter on vacation indulges. The virgin sleeps with her prom date. The girl on a debt reduction plan pulls her credit card back out for a big sale. The alcoholic skips AA and heads off to the bar for her friend’s fortieth birthday.

I needed a go-to script for this situation. So I lowered my head and prayed, “God, I am at the end of my strength here. The Bible says Your power is made perfect in weakness. This would be a really good time for that truth to be my reality. Help me see something else besides this temptation looming so large in front of me.”

Temptation doesn’t take kindly to being starved.

Suddenly a memory flashed across the screen of my mind. I was sitting on my back deck with my teenage son and his girlfriend at the time, having a deeply honest and gut-wrenching conversation. They had gotten into a bad situation and allowed things to go too far physically. While not every boundary line was crossed, they had crossed enough to scare them both. My advice to them was to think beyond the moment. Say out loud, “This feels good now, but how will I feel about this in the morning?”

That was it.

I was challenged by the words and expectations I had placed on my son while not realizing how this same advice could be so powerful if applied to my area of struggle. I had my next go-to script, and as I recited it,

God’s power filled in the gap of my weakness.

Soon it was time to get up from the dinner table. I pushed back my chair, left the dessert untouched, and walked back to the room. And I’ve never felt so empowered in my life. Later, I looked up that verse about God’s strength being a perfect match for my weakness:

But [Jesus] said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong. — 2 Corinthians 12:9-10

Weakness doesn’t have to mean defeat. It is my opportunity to experience God’s power firsthand. Had I said yes to that one bite that first night of our vacation, there would have been more compromises.

Compromise built upon compromise equals failure.

Instead, resisting temptation allowed promise upon promise to be built up in my heart, and that creates empowerment. This is God’s power working through my weakness. I knew one day I would be empowered enough to take a couple of bites and walk away, but that day had not yet come.

I don’t know what you might be struggling with today, but I can assure you that God is fair and just. There is a good reason we must face our temptations. The struggle to say no may be painful in the moment, but it is working out something magnificent within us.

For so long I’ve considered my struggles with weight a curse. I know I’m not alone in this. But, what if this battle with food is actually the very thing that, if brought under control, can lead us to a better understanding of God? What if we could actually get to the place where we thanked God for letting us face this battle because of the rich treasures we discovered on the battlefield?

My friend E. Titus summed up what I am discovering:

When I get all caught up in how unfair it is that my friend is skinny and doesn’t have to work at it, how she can eat what she wants when she wants, and how much it stinks that I can’t be like her, I remind myself that God didn’t make me to be her. You see, He knew even before I was born that I could easily allow food to be an idol in my life, that I would go to food, instead of to Him, to fulfill my needs. And in His great wisdom, He created my body so that it would experience the consequences of such a choice, so that I would continually be drawn back into His arms. He wants me to come to Him for fulfillment, emotional healing, comfort — and if I could go to food for that and never gain an ounce, well then, what would I need God for?

There is such wisdom in my friend’s perspective. Instead of parking her brain in a place where she constantly feels a struggle with food and weight issues, she’s chosen a much healthier perspective.

The reality is, we all have things in our lives we have to learn to surrender, give up, sacrifice, turn away from. Think of that skinny girl in your life who you’ve watched eating whatever she wants. She may not struggle with her weight, but trust me, she has struggles. An anonymous comment on my blog gave vulnerable witness to this reality:

I am one of the skinny girls, but don’t mistake skinny for healthy. I battle depression and starvation, fight self-esteem issues from years of verbal abuse, the list seems endless. Little is just an image. But being little doesn’t make a person any more happy or faithful or joyful. The struggles are the same (or at least similar), just in a different-size package.

Life as a Christ follower will always be a learning process of depending less on our own strength and more on God’s power. The Bible teaches that this testing of [our] faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that [we] may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.

— James 1:3-4

Oh, sweet sisters, this truth should be the cry of our souls instead of Satan’s lie that “it’s not fair.” Our taste buds make such empty claims to satisfy us, but only persevering with God will make us truly full, complete, not lacking anything.

Press on, sisters. Press on."'

Excerpted with permission from I’ll Start Again Monday by Lysa TerKeurst, copyright Lysa TerKeurst.

[violettelueur]

— POCKY GAME : ITADORI YUJI + FUSHIGURO MEGUMI + GOJO SATORU + GETO SUGURU

⤷ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + gojo satoru + geto suguru

⤷ warnings : slight sexual reference (nothing explicit) + mention of alcohol + use of "bunny" + grammar issues

⤷ form : headcanons + drabble

⤷ published : 27 january

⤷ pronouns : not mentioned (mainly she/her)

⤷ coffee order : Hey could I get a classic black coffee playing the pocky game with Itadori, Fushiguro, Gojo & Geto, please ? Thank you !

⤷ barista’s notes : so, i do have some stuff prepared but i just need to finish my lecture notes ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ basic biochemistry is literally going to be the death of me...BUT THE JJK MANGA IS GETTING SO GOOD AS WELL! anyways, thank you so much for ordering and i hope you have an amazing time here (also this is somewhat of a new layout…)

— 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈

Itadori was the one who suggested doing this and of course, you had no objections to doing it because he seemed genuinely excited.

However, it seemed like there was so misunderstanding because he seemed so confused on why you were joining at the end of the stick.

“Wait, wait, wait, why are you joining the other end?” Yuji asked in a panic, as he began to back out causing you to be the only one holding the chocolate stick. Taking this time to eat the treat, you covered your mouth before beginning to explain to your boyfriend what the Pocky game was really about. “The game is when two people eat each end of the stick and the first person to back out is the one that loses,” you mentioned as you continued to munch on the snack, letting the sweetness of the chocolate give you a slight hint of happiness as it had been a while since you let yourself indulge in these treats. Widening his eyes, Yuji smiled brightly before clapping his hands together as a way to inform you that he understood what you had just said to him. “But what happens if none of us back out?” Yuji then asked, while tilting his head causing your heart to burst as the cuteness he was showcasing to you. “That’s why couples play this, they just kiss,” you answered, leading the sorcerer to pick up the red box before pulling another chocolate stick out. “Can we try again?” Yuji asked with a gleeful expression causing you to nod at his request before placing the chocolate end in his mouth while you took the other end as you both slowly began to take small bites, resulting in the distance between your lips becoming shorter - even though it seemed like Yuji was being impatient by taking a few larger bites - which lead the both of your lips lightly meeting in the middle before you pulled down causing Yuji to lean forward to search for your lips, only for you to take out another stick before placing the chocolate end on his lower lip, telling him if he wanted a kiss, he needed to play the game again.

— 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈

Out of the trio, Fushiguro is known to be the most intelligent but when it comes to romantic stuff, Kugisaki is the one to go to.

Fushiguro has heard of the game and probably knows about it because Gojo keeps teasing him about it every year - during middle school when the day came, Gojo would ask who was he playing the game with before cooing that “his” little Megumi was growing up to be a man.

But when you suggest it, he will flat out refuse at first.

“Ahh why not?” you asked with a pout before showing him the box of sweetness in your hands. Megumi couldn’t help but look at you with a blank face before looking at the pocky box, before going back to you. “It’s stupid,” Megumi answered before standing up from his bed to go into the kitchen area to make you something since it seemed like you were hungry (you suggested something with food, you have to be hungry right?) Following your boyfriend, you placed yourself on the counter before peering at what Megumu was pulling out from his fridge, leading you to figure out he was probably planning to make some fried rice. “Just one try and that’s all I ask for,” you suggested, causing your boyfriend to pause before coming back into the fridge to fetch two eggs. “Just one try?” Megumu huffed as he looked towards your direction, which you nodded, causing Megumi to move between your legs with a faint rose hue appearing on his cheeks. Opening the box, you pulled out the packet before ripping the corner to grab one of the sticks as you then handed it to him, wanting to take his timing on this since you did force him to participate. “Which side do you want?” Megumi asked curiously, causing a small smile to grace your face since no matter the situation, your boyfriend always put you first. “You can choose,” you answered before resting your arms on his shoulders, leading them to tense slightly while the blush on his cheeks deepened. Gently, Megumi placed the chocolate end on your bottom lip while biting the biscuit side causing you to follow his actions, as you began to take small bites of the sweet treat. Even though it seemed like Megumi wasn’t moving an inch, he wanted you to have more of the chocolate before gradually beginning his way towards your lips - you couldn’t deny but feel a bit impatient but kept at your normal pace to make your boyfriend comfortable leading a light but sweet peck to come between you both a few seconds later, while later on, your boyfriend couldn’t help but place a sweet kiss on your cheek to hide away from his embarrassment before continuing back to his previous task on making you fried rice.

— 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

There is no doubt that he was the one that forced you to play this game since this is one of the only times when he can have his two favourite things in the whole - sweets and you.

After an overseas trip, you know he somehow managed to get a lot of different flavours of pocky through security at the airport - maybe he teleported - and use the game as an excuse to try these flavours (he also wants to kiss you, so that’s a win-win for him)

“Satoru, this is such a weird flavour,” you commented before picking up the box of pocky that was within a pile of hundreds. For the past hour, all you have been doing was playing the pocky game with your fiance causing your lips to be a bit swollen due to the sudden make out session he decided to have after the honey and milk flavoured pocky. “Sorry bunny, but we have to try all of them, I even bought extra in case you loved any of them,” Satoru declared with a wide smile before licking the corner of your lips, tasting the remains of what seemed to be a flavour called “Otona no Kohaku'' leading you to realise the last flavour that you had to eat was made from whiskey. “Satoru, this has alcohol, you know I hate that stuff,” you mentioned before picking up another box that had the flavour called Choco-Banana. “Sorry~ you know I don’t like alcohol as well, I just picked up random boxes and placed them in my basket,” Satoru pouted leading you to shut his mouth by placing a pocky stick between his lips causing him to become quiet with a small smirk, beckoning you to come towards him, leading you to take the other end between your lips. For some reason, this one caused a bit of tension between the both of you. You weren’t sure of the reason why though. Was it because you were the one that instigated this one? Was it because you were now straddling his lap leading his hands to be placed upon your hips as his thumbs were sneakily creeping under your top, caressing the skin that he missed so dearly. Whatever the reason was, this didn’t stop the slow pace on how the both of you were eating the single biscuit, as you both wanted to tease each other, keep the tension that you both had while apart, as if to savour this feeling before the release when this was over - maybe it felt more rewarding? But right now, the taste of Choco-Banana was not as sweet as the taste of your menace of a fiance’s lips.

— 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

You really didn’t know how you both got into the situation where you were both playing the pocky game - it just seemed like a mutual decision from the both of you.

He probably gave you a basket of sweets and gifts for your anniversary and there just happened to be the classic red box of pocky that was within the gift, causing you both to try this little game after a home dinner.

Pouting at your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but be a little annoyed at the fact he was pulling the chocolate stick away from your lips - As long as you know the man, Geto Suguru was nothing more than the definition of a tease when it came to you. “Babe,” you groaned before leaning forward to close the distance between you and the treat that your man graciously gifted you, leading him to giggle before placing a kiss on your temple. After leaning back to your previous position with a pout on your lips, Suguru couldn’t help but smile at your appearance - he couldn’t help but want to devour you by how adorable you looked, even though you would tell him you looked stupid. “If you want it so bad,” Suguru mentioned before sensually biting the chocolate end of the stick, “take it from me”. Frozen from the sudden task, you help but have a feeling of heat flush all over your body as you stared at your boyfriend, yet somehow you gradually leaned forward, taking the biscuit end of the stick before taking a small bite, managing to keep the stick between your lips and the tip of your teeth. Slowly, Suguru began to follow suit as the chocolate end was steadily disappearing causing you to continue with your actions once you felt your boyfriend hand gently rubbing your back as if he was encouraging you to carry one before feeling the same hand hovering upwards your thread his fingers through your hair, giving you a sense of comfort. Slowly but surely, your lips met his leading you both to drown yourselves in the darkness of the night with hints of candles, savouring the sweetness of the chocolate had given you both ready to intensify that taste when you felt his hand carefully pulling the straps of your dress down.

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[kechiwrites]

katsuki, izuku, and shouto as types of doting dads

🌿 gender neutral!reader

🌿 sfw drabbles, lots of domestic fluff under the cut, 

🌿  warning: bakugo swearing, of course

🌿 w.c: 1.2k (approx. 400 each) 

🌿 a/n: thank u to my angel @mindninjax​ for naming katsu’s tiktok. sorry about the formatting, tumblr hates me.

katsuki

Bakugo’s kids are not spoiled, fuck you for even insinuating it.

Bakugo’s kids get what they need.

And what they need is a four tier bento box, every school day.

Insulated, of course, because “they aren’t fucking animals.”

And what starts as Bakugo just being a very attentive father, grows into you recording him coming home from his early morning run and grumbling while he puts on the frilly, lemon yellow apron your kids got him for Christmas two years ago, which grows into him carefully arranging a camera setup over your kitchen countertops, “because you’re the shittiest director alive, dumbass.” Which leads to the tiktok account dine-amight, where Bakugo uploads his intermediate-level character bentos, full to bursting with perfectly seasoned rice balls shaped like All Might and Hello Kitty, star and moon shaped fruits and veggies and occasionally, when your kids beg for them, Bakugo’s famous rainbow mini pancakes.

And of course a pro-hero with a reputation like Bakugo doing anything domestic is worth coverage and acclaim, blowing the account’s followers into the hundreds of thousands in a week.

In fact, people are shocked that Bakugo can even find the time. But he’d do anything for your kids, do anything to see them bring home empty bentos, bragging about all the kids drooling over their lunches that day. Anything to watch their missing tooth smiles when he asks how they were.

And if that means a couple of extra grocery trips at the end of the week and really early morning runs and gentle kisses on your forehead while you mutter and shift in your sleep before he starts the rice cooker, then so be it.

“Katsuki, they are not going to eat caviar. They do not need caviar.” Honestly, you were less surprised he was dropping it in the cart and more surprised your local supermarket even carried it in the first place. 

“They’ll eat whatever the fuck I give them.” He bites, pushing the cart just shy of too fast through the aisle, head swivelling back and forth for god knows what else. An elderly woman casts your husband a dirty look as he just barely swings the metal buggy to avoid her, to which Katsuki helpfully spits “Keep it movin’, hag!” 

“They’re 10!” 

“Doesn’t mean they need to choke down dry ass chicken nuggets and grape juice all day.”

izuku

Birthday party dad, the absolute worst party dad. Thousands of dollars on his kids’ birthday parties. Princess parties, pirate parties, any theme your kids can gurgle about liking and Deku has pulled out his tablet and is putting a pinterest board together before you can remind him that the twins’ birthday was two months ago. 

“We can get an early start on next year. What’ll you think it’ll cost to turn the pool into an ice rink?”

          “My sanity.”

        “Don’t be dramatic.”

Gets almost ridiculously bitter when the family across the street throws an All Might themed party when he knows, he fucking knows, they overheard him talking about throwing one for the boys months ago, But he is not changing his plan. Naw naw naw, your kids are gonna get their All Might party, they’re getting the All Might Party. Every single attendee is getting a vintage, tin All Might lunchbox stuffed to bursting with All Might merch; toys, branded candy only released in Sweden, keychains, those little retro bubble charms, anything he can cram in there. The yellow, red and blue bouncy castle he rented rivals the size of your house. And then, because there is not a soul on the planet pettier than your husband, he forces every pro hero he’s ever known to get in costume and take photos with the kids. He makes the one with the twins your yearly christmas card, then hand delivers it to the family across the street.

In October.

You bake apology pies for weeks.

“You know this is ridiculous right? Deku, she’s 2” you stress the number, pinching the bridge of your nose. “She isn't going to remember any of this.”

“I'm not listening, I didn't hear that, I am busy putting little princesses on cupcakes, a task you said you would help me with.” He’s grinning when he turns to you, and when you hold out your hand, he places a piping bag full of baby pink frosting in your open palm. 

Together you hunch over the kitchen island to ice and decorate twenty-four strawberry vanilla cupcakes, nudging and snickering at each other’s lopsided princess figures until the two of you are smearing icing on skin and tossing edible glitter into hair.

shouto

You know those “girl dads”? That’s Shouto. He takes her everywhere, takes pictures of everything that little girl does. School plays, holidays, playdates, you name it and there’s a dedicated, timestamped album that Shouto is begging to show every visitor, mailman and coworker. 

He prints them out, and maintains an instagram account filled with his favourite daddy-daughter moments, updated. daily.

Nevermind that he hasn’t used his own personal account in 9 years.

His favourite thing is buying and wearing matching outfits, carrying her in one arm. “Yes, I know she can walk, she’s very talented, she can do anything. She just likes to be as tall as daddy is.”

Whenever he picks her up from school, your husband slides her sweet little coat on and gently secures her into her car seat, right where he can see her when he looks in the rearview mirror. Then, Shouto drives your daughter wherever she wants to go. 

Wherever.

If it’s the zoo, they’re going, and they’re coming back with a gigantic, stuffed red panda to add to her own (not so little) plushie zoo at home. If it’s Starbucks, she comes toddling through the front door holding a VENTI, frozen hot chocolate frappuccino (no coffee, of course) and a brownie. Shouto asks them to make it special, he would never let her handle anything too hot.

“Shouto, stop. You’re gonna rot her teeth, she can’t even finish that.” Which is totally true, the cup’s as big as your daughter’s head. Not that she seems to mind, the way she hefts it up for you to see from the entryway while Shouto undoes her glittery blue shoelaces.

“I’ll finish the rest.” He shrugs, picking her up and plopping her down on the living room couch next to you, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head before shuffling off to hang up their identical winter coats.

He doesn’t even like chocolate.

“Why would she need a iPad?” You grab Shouto by his shoulders and make him look at you. 

“For…school.” His voice is quiet and subdued and you almost feel bad...before you remember your husband is clutching an $800 tablet he intends to give your 6 year old kid to his chest in the middle of an electronics store.

“Baby...she’s in elementary school…They aren’t even using calculators yet.” You try to pry the package out of his grip, steadfastly ignoring the gentle downturn of Shouto’s mouth at the development. 

“She’s very advanced for her age.” The frown is a full on pout by now and you shut it down as quick as you can. 

“No. Uh uh. Put that bottom lip back in. Then put the tablet back.”

It’s wrapped in shiny purple paper by December 19th.

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[antimony-medusa]

OSMP Denizens Invite People Over For Dinner

Idea from @yellowsomethings 

WilburSoot: He loves to have people over. There’s an elaborate proceedure for inviting people over where he plans a nice menu, and then he hand-makes invites to give to people, and then he stresses himself out for two days and shreds the invites as too much, and then he forgets what he’s doing and invites people over while stumbling along being rescued from dying in the nether again. And then he regrets inviting people over once he’s home for at least six hours, will panic while cooking right up until the moment the doorbell rings, is a flawless host while serving the chicken cordon blue, lemony spring asparagus, infused rice, and raspberry mouse, and will panic while cleaning up. 

Charlie Slimecicile: Jello Salads. He found a recipe book once that had a whole section on “savoury salads” and he loves it. One of them has tuna in it. People have been known to pretend to pass out when he brings out the fourth dish, because he will be serving between five and eleven dishes. 

Fundy: It’s a really electic mix, really! Sometimes it’s homemade apple pie, sometimes it’s exotic salads, sometimes it’s coq a vin— this is because it is exclusively stolen from other people’s fridges. He stole from Charlie once, when he was new to the server, and there was open revolt at the dinner table. Now it is only the finest of food stolen from say, Niki’s fridge.

Niki Nihachu: She invites people over for lunch and serves poke bowls, on the beach. There are lots of mixed drinks and Jack has helped her find the incredients for vegan bowls for some of the people. Part of the experience is the catching of the Tuna and/or octopus, which people are welcome to join her for in the water if they want (tridents provided), while Jack chops vegetables and makes rice. 

Ranboo: Ranboo does not entertain. She wants to entertain. She can’t cook well enough to entertain. Tubbo asked why she didn’t get things catered, and she rudely said that nothing came up to her standard and then went home and frantically researched every food company and also what overworld parties are like. The next place that opens up she is going to invite people over and she is going to wear her best dress and she is going to show them what a real party can be like. She has checklists. There will be icebreaker games and decorations and hostess gifts will be required and there will be little finger foods. She’s considering paying a new catering company to open up.

Beau Beautie_: Fried chicken. She says it’s real fresh. She will not answer questions about where she got the chicken. (It’s real good, don’t think too hard about it.) There is nothing other than fried chicken on the menu. She’s thinking of opening a catering company.

Philza: Coq au vin, garlic mashed potatoes and a mixed green salad, chocolate mousse cake for dessert, assigned seating at the table, incredible wine list, gift baggies to take home after the meal. He does the proper recipe with the hand-peeled pearl onion and the 48 hours of prep time. It’s delicious. It is a wonderful and just a bit stressful evening. He’s just so intense about everything. He also doesn’t answer questions about where he got the chicken. 

Tubbo: Spagetti and Meatballs and Garlic Bread. It’s always Spagetti and Meatballs and Garlic Bread, including the time people came over for breakfast. It’s really good food, but someone once asked why it wasn’t something else, and he said “non-apians don’t like honey” and everyone realized he never actually eats the Spagetti and Meatballs and Garlic Bread and it all got a little awkward. There’s a Piñata at the end of the meal, and sometimes there’s prizes in there, and sometimes there’s firecrackers.

Jack Manifold: Tapas menu. You’re invited to come over at four if you want, to have a glass of wine and watch the cooking, which will proceed in a leisurely fashion until the first plates are offered at 7. More plates are offered until, probably, 11. Marinated mushroom bites. Little quiches. Fig and honey crostini. Patatas bravas with two aoilis. Garlic shrimps in a lemon-butter sauce. Tiny churros with chocolate sauce. Individual empanadas. You will drink at least a bottle of wine yourself and you will not need to eat the next day.

Jschlatt/Fragrance Man/Man: Barbecue, but exclusively with one of those five-gallon jugs of BBQ sauce that’s basically extra-sugared catsup that you get at Walmart, and he cranks the propane to max and just incinerates the food. Your chicken will be pink on the inside. Bizzarely his mac and cheese is incredible though, and there is no end to the beer. 

Shubble: It’s a sushi-making party! She makes sure to have vegan and vegetarian options, and the whole spectrum of sushi experience from people who are like “please give me urchin roe” to people who are like “I don’t really like, uh, fish”. The playlist is immaculately curated, the decorations are beautiful, desert is one of those incredible layered cakes that you see on Bake-off that has mouse and chopped fruit and you have to cut with an incredibly sharp knife.

Sneegsnag: he does colour-themed parties and everything served is that colour. For example the Orange Party featured orange soda, doritos and cheese-its, cheese powder you can dip carrots in, and orange slices that are vodka shots in the peel of an orange. Takes the entire server out for at least three days as everyone recovers, but the parties are, it must be admitted, absolute bangers.

Smajor: Fresh sourdough bread (homemade), and soup (also homemade), and little quiches (homemade), and a tray of four kinds of cookies (all homemade). He seems baffled at the suggestion that any of these things could be made in any way that doesn’t start with grinding your own wheat and churning your own butter. He’s kinda sad that you suggested that. He can try harder next time, he’ll grow his own herbs! He’ll gather his own salt! He can do better!

Badlinu: He organizes a meeting and asks you to bring a dish. After the fifth person of the night arrives, carrying a dish, you realize he’s organized a potluck. He has not brought any of the dishes. Somehow there’s a cleaning rotation too at the end, which you are on and he is not. You brought him a hostess gift too. He hosted a dinner party and came out twenty dollars and a bottle of mead richer. 

James Marriot: Invites you over, and then halfway through the third casserole of the night (you glimpse into the kitchen and there are so many cans by the sink), he breaks out the slide show to recruit you into his latest multi-level-marketing campaign. It’s a different one from last time so you can’t say you already saw it and you know you don’t want in. He insists this pitch is targetted directly to you. You can see from the counter that the dish you are eating is made of canned mushroom soup, canned tuna, canned beans, and canned onion. 

Technoblade: Orders McDonalds for everybody, and if you don’t bring a hostess gift (carrots) you’re not getting in. Absolutely hypnotizing list of youtube videos queued up to watch during the meal, people eat their fries in fascinated silence and watch someone blow glass and perform shakespeare (rapped) simultaneously. Dinner never takes more than 45 minutes, and then he will turn the lights off to get people to leave. 

CaptainSparklez: He gets really stressed about entertaining because he doesn’t think it’s worth inviting people over for anything other than a seven-course meal with an extensive wine list, live music performance, and a charitable component. Your invite will come with a dress code. 

TommyInnit: Omelettes. He’ll tell you all about the eggs (he laid the eggs), with a point-by-point renactment of how he laid the eggs, and how they’re the best eggs. They are really good omelettes, Shubble helps him with the fillings.