A belated Bucky birthday prompt: Steve's a waiter at a heavily themed restaurant (think Rainforest Cafe) and he's tired of people blatantly lying to get the over-the-top Free Birthday Dessert. It's Bucky's birthday and he wants his over-the-top Free Birthday Dessert. He may also want his cute waiter's phone number.
All of the dishes mentioned in this ficlet are actual dishes off of the Downtown Disney Rainforest Café menu.
Steve Rogers has had it with these motherfucking college kids coming into motherfucking Rainfoest Café and ordering motherfucking free desserts when it’s not even their birthday. This happens at least once a shift, some group of giggling college first-years who don’t have good enough fakes to get into a bar, snorting as they say it’s Christie’s or Jeremy’s birthday and snapping pics on their cellphone as Steve brings out the Sparkling Volcano — a stack of mediocre brownies covered with vanilla ice cream, whipped cream, chocolate sauce and caramel with a motherfucking sparkler stuck on top. The Sparkling Volcano is a pain, the fact that these kids never calculate the $17 that the Sparkling Volcano costs into their tip is a pain, and capitalism? Yeah, that’s a pain, too.
So when this table of formerly well-behaved people start giggling and elbowing each other when Steve brings the dessert menu over, he knows it’s game over.
“Don’t do it,” says the hot guy who (somewhat inadvisably) ordered the Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp.
The woman who ordered the Tribal Salmon grins. “It’s his birthday,” she says.
“Oh man, she went there,” says Kale & Red Quinoa Salad with Chicken. He’s pretty cute, too.
“Shut up Sam,” says BBQ Bacon Cheeseburger.
“You’re all assholes,” Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp says. BBQ Bacon Cheeseburger giggles and nudges Kale & Red Quinoa Salad with Chicken. Kale & Red Quinoa Salad with Chicken rolls his eyes, but is smiling.
Steve hates them all.
“So, we’ll have one of those chocolate lava things.”
Steve — who is a good employee and a good person — does not sigh like he would like to. Instead he turns to Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp, plasters on a smile and says, “Happy birthday!” knowing in his heart of hearts that it is not, in fact, this guy’s birthday. The way that Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp kind of slumps in his chair only confirms this to Steve. He turns back to the rest of the table. “One Sparkling Volcano coming up. Can I interest you in something to go along with it? A Maya’s Mango Sorbet or a Raspberry Lemonade Freeze?” The ‘that you’ll actually pay for’ is implied.
“No, just the Sparkling Volcano,” Tribal Salmon says.
Steve feels the corner of his mouth twitch. “Alright. That’ll be just a few minutes.”
“Motherfuckers,” Steve mutters after he puts in the order for the cake. He had liked that table. They had seemed nice. He could’ve sworn that Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp had been checking him out.
Instead they’re making him bring a free hassle of a dessert. Fuck them.
He has enough time to check on two of his other tables before the Sparkling Volcano is up. He looks at the gloppy mess, says a little prayer, then lights the sparkler.
There’s an art to getting to the customer’s table with a lit Sparkling Volcano; it takes time and a certain grace. Steve isn’t quite proud of the fact that he’s been at Rainforest Café long enough to have mastered that art — this is still just a day job that he does to support himself while he makes actual art — but he does have the act down. He grins and he walks to the table, ready to sing the Rainforest Café non-patented birthday song.
And then BBQ Bacon Cheeseburger says, “Holy shit, that’s awesome. Let me get this on camera!”
The next few moments are kind of a blur. One second Steve is bending over to put the Sparkling Volcano down in front of the birthday boy, the next BBQ Bacon Cheeseburger is hopping up and into Steve. “FUCK,” Steve says as he loses his balance, eyes going wide as he falls back, sparkling dessert falling back onto him.
“Clint!” Someone shouts.
“FUCK,” Steve shouts again as the Sparkling Volcano lands on him. He grunts as the sparkler hits his skin — the neck, of all places — then quickly pushes it off of him. As the chocolate sauce extinguishes the flame, Steve just lets himself lay on the ground, neck throbbing. He notices that the “storm” has started and nearby electronic gorillas start pounding their chests and grunting as thunder cracks.
It feels appropriate.
He notices Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp get down on the ground next to him. “Jesus,” he says. “Just tell me,” Steve says, eyes feeling heavy. “Is today really your birthday?”
Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp looks down at him with his very blue eyes. “Yeah,” he says. “Why?”
“No reason,” Steve says, then passes out.
Steve is sitting in the employee back room holding a cool washcloth to his neck when Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp walks in. “Hey there,” he says.
“Hi birthday boy,” Steve says. “Sorry I couldn’t sing to you.”
Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp smiles, a little sheepishly. “I told them not to order the stupid cake,” he says.
“I should tell you that it’s fine for something, but honestly? I really wish that they hadn’t.”
Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp barks out a laugh. “Sorry, sorry,” he says. “They thought they were being cute.” He kind of shuffles his feet, looks down. “It’s my first birthday since getting sober. They wanted to do something fun, so they gave me the choice between Rainforest Café and Chuck-E-Cheese. I chose Rainforest Café.”
Steve feels himself soften a little. “Sorry that it turned out this way.”
“Well,” Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp says, shoving his hands in the pockets of his peacoat and looking up at Steve, “it was going pretty good until my friend Clint knocked over the cute server I wanted to ask out.”
Steve blinks. “What?” he asks.
“God,” Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp says, running a hand through his dark hair. “I feel like such an ass, but if you wanted to maybe—“
“Yeah,” Steve interrupts. “I do.”
Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp drops his hand and looks at Steve, surprised. “Really?”
Steve shrugs. “Can’t be much worse than being burned by a free dessert.”
“I think Natasha left you a really nice tip.”
“Good,” Steve says. “Then maybe I can get you a decent dessert.”
“Look, I don’t care what we do, but we’re NOT playing charades!” Angelina yelled over her friends.
“You’re never going to let that go are you?” George asked in disbelief.
“My hair George! My hair was on fire!” She shouted back.
“That wasn’t my fault!”
“Why can’t we just play twister like we planned?” Harry asked the group, coming back from the kitchen after fetching himself and Ginny a couple of drinks.
“Ron bailed, and he’s the one who was supposed to bring the game. Apparently Luna asked him out to dinner.” Hermione informed him.
“Apparently she’s more important then not letting his friends slip into the anarchy of having to choose what to play for game night.” Fred said in a jokingly bitter tone.
“How about the newlywed game?” Ginny offered. “We have an even number now.”
A long moment passed.
“Gin that game’s for couples.” Harry said, feeling the tension in the air.
“Well Hermione and Fred can pair up!” Ginny insisted to the still silent room. “C'mon they’re close enough friends to stand half a chance against us.”
“Whatever, if it’ll get everyone to stop arguing I’m in.” Fred declared.
“You ready to get fake married and put these guys in the ground ‘Mione?”
“Born ready.” Hermione giggled.
The game was set up. On one couch sat Hermione, Ginny, and Angelina. On the other say Fred, Harry, and George. The twins leaned against Harry, squishing him between them as Ginny shuffled the cards.
“Okay, whiteboards ready boys?” Ginny asked. The boys picked up their boards and markers out of the games box and nodded, “Here we go, girls, name your partners favourite ice cream flavour.”
The boys quickly scribbled their answers on their whiteboards and set down their markers keeping the backs of their boards facing the girls.
“Angelina, you first.” Ginny told her.
“Well…” Angelina thought for a moment, “I guess I’ll say classic chocolate. Oh! With caramel sauce on top!”
Fred stopped on the floor marking a drumroll noise and flipped his board over with a flourish. Scrawled across it in messy writing was 'chocolate + caramel’. “And the lady gets it right!” He announced to his friends as Ginny gave them a tally on the points card.
“Yeah yeah, we haven’t even finished the first round Georgie calm down. Harry and I are taking you down.” Ginny told him confidently. “Harry’s favourite ice cream is crème brûlée.”
Harry flipped is whiteboard around showing that she was indeed correct.
“Crème brûlée? Manly.” George muttered, rolling his eyes dramatically.
“Hey, don’t knock it till you try it.” Harry defend himself.
Adding a point to hers and Harry’s column, Ginny gestured to the next pair. “Your turn Hermione.”
“Peanut butter cup.” She said causally, as if it was an obvious answer.
Fred whirled his white board around to show the group his answer, written in all capitals. “Obviously peanut butter cup! It’s the best flavour of everything!” He shouted and shimmied his shoulders in a small victory dance.
“Well I guess despite not being a couple, Fred and Hermione are in the races.” Ginny announced. “It’s a three way tie after round number one.”
Round four was underway. So far the group had answered what their partners favourite ice cream was, what their parents names were, and what their childhood dream job was. Ginny had given each team a nickname on the new banner sized tally sheet. George and Angelina or 'Georgelina’ had 3 points, Fred and Hermione or 'Fremione’ had 3 points, and Harry and Ginny or 'Hinny’ had 2, despite Ginny’s insisting that the last question wasn’t fair given that she didn’t know what muggles called people who flew planes.
“What is your partners go to accessory?” Ginny asked, and set the card down to pick up her white board and marker. “Georgelina, whenever you’re ready.”
“Purses! Final answer.” George exclaimed with confidence.
An awkward silence filled the room as Angelina turned her board around to face her boyfriend, 'Earrings’ scrawled across the front. “Purses babe? Really?” She questioned George in a sharp voice.
“Ooo and Georgelina falls out of their tie for first.” Ginny said in her best announcer voice. Angelina narrowed her eyes and gave George a playful but pointed look, as if to say “And who’s fault is that?”
“Okay, well,” Harry began slowly, “you don’t really wear much jewelry, oh, those little leather bracelets?” He guessed.
“Dammit I forgot about those!” Ginny cursed, placing her whiteboard face up on the table. “I said sneakers. Ugh, it’s your turn now whatever.” She grumbled gesturing lamely to Fred.
“Easy. Scarves.” He said matter-of-factly and leaned back in his chair.
Hermione’s mouth fell open in an overly dramatic display of shock as she laughed. She turned her answer around to prove he was correct “Good job Fred. You’re turning out to be a very good fake husband.” She joked.
“Excuse you? I am far more then that!” Fred exclaimed, “I am a wonderful, brilliant, fantastic fake husband.”
“Of course dear, how could I forget?” Hermione chuckled.
The game was over and the group was back spread out in the living room. The loosing teams sulked in silence as the winners chatted loudly about their victory.
“I honestly had no idea!” Hermione insisted, laughing.
“So you just guessed that I the last thing I ate was a long lasting peppermint?” Fred asked astonished.
“Well I just thought about it logically. You did just come from work, and you and George mentioned being in the test stage for those a few days ago.” She explained quickly.
“Brilliant Hermione!” Fred exclaimed.
Ginny eyed the two suspiciously as they joked together. She looked at Harry sitting beside her and tilted her head towards them rolling her eyes. Harry smiled at her and placed his hand on her knee. A simple but affectionate action.
Ginny looked back at Fred and Hermione, they were both laughing hard at something one of them had said. Fred beamed at Hermione as she tried to pull herself together unsuccessfully. Her shoulders shook with laughter and her head was tiled back with a large open smile plastered across her face. Fred’s hand rested on Hermione’s knee.
Suddenly, Ginny’s eyes widened in surprise. Quickly, she masked her expression but her mind was whirling. She now had realized three very exciting new things. One, Hermione liked Fred. Two, Fred liked Hermione. And three, Ginny smiled to herself, these two would need some help admitting to it.
She had work to do.
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Warning: SMUTTY SMUT, use of dessert toppings during sex
Word Count: 3000ish
Pulling one of Dean’s t-shirts over your head and sliding on your softest flannel sleep pants, you flopped onto the couch and started a movie. It didn’t take very long for your eyes to droop. All the sex you’d had over the last twenty-four hours- had you really only been here that long?- had worn you out, despite the good night’s sleep you had gotten. It seemed like the movie had barely started before the sound of Dean carrying in groceries woke you up, and a different movie had begun.
There is truly nothing, Dedan decides one gloomy day, he wishes he could have had, more than a milkshake.
Dedan had never tried one. He had certainly seen them, big tall glasses of color and sweetness and chill. Some were topped with fluffy white piles of whip cream, with soft ridges; others had dripping rivers or intricate lattices of chocolate or caramel sauce; still more flashed invitingly plump ruby cherries, swollen with sweet juice. Dedan had memorized what beautiful colors went with each scent, and thus, each elusive and untapped flavor. Brown was chocolate, though it wasn’t that simple; dark brown was dark chocolate, a more bitter and enticing smell than just “chocolate”, one word chocolate, and golden brown, a delicious looking tan, was peanut butter and chocolate. Pink and frothy meant strawberry, pink and thick meant bubblegum. Yellow was banana. Blue was blue raspberry, green was green apple, or perhaps green tea. White was the overpowering sweet scent of vanilla, a flavor everyone called plain but Dedan was sure he would appreciate, should he ever get… well. Should he ever have gotten the chance to try it.
Milkshakes were, as so MANY things were, a human thing. To be fair, Dedan had no idea how he would have consumed one; he did not have lips, or cheeks, hell, he’d never drank anything in his existence. None of that had stopped him from watching the way the humans drank their special delicacy, though. It was endearing, the way they puckered their lips around the ends of their straws, as if they were giving it one of their kisses; it was adorable how their cheeks pulled inward when they were trying to force the drink through their straws, ignoring the fact it was too thick. Even those on high were softened, to him, when they had the mass produced blended beverages in their hands, with the label of some company or another stamped on the plastic cups, and the colorful straws stirring their treats as they bickered over some topic he had long lost track of.
Yes, milkshakes were a human thing. He shook his head vigorously and stepped off the swaying tram. It was time to let such thoughts die; there were no humans anymore.
A/N: You are trying to get in and out of the grocery store as fast as possible without doing too much hungry shopping when you run into the boys. Hope you guys like it! As always feedback is welcome and appreciated! Tags at the bottom :) Love you all! <3
So two of my favourite things are baking and drag queens, so I made some trixie and katya inspired mousse/cake things! The trixie one consists of crushed oreos, white chocolate mousse and strawberry mousse, and the katya one has shortbread, caramel sauce, chocolate mousse, sponge and buttercream. There’s about 6 of each and it took me a couple of days but I’m pretty happy with how they turned out
Just a quick little post from me today. One of my twitter followers requested this one and even though it doesn’t require any cooking or baking on my part. it still looked pretty fun to put together.
Like I said, this isn’t really a proper recipe, but I’ve included some materials and components needed in case you wanted to put one together for yourself. I’ve also included some cat pictures down below because who doesn’t like cat pictures haha. Anyway, thanks for the inspiration, Cat Cora!
“Yeah, so, I was working on my science experiment and it kind of exploded all over the kitchen. Come on, you’ve got to see this. It’s so cool.” Granted, her mother was going to kill her when she found out that Alice had used chocolate and caramel sauce instead of lava, but it was totally worth it.”