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ෆ tags. dad!toji x female reader. toji letting baby megumi try all kinds of new food !
it was a typical monday morning: you were making breakfast for your little family, flipping pancakes and eggs as you left toji to handle the task of helping megumi go through his routine. once your husband had finished, he walked into the kitchen with your little child in his arms (this time holding the boy somewhat properly).
once you turn your head towards the two, you noticed how megumi was eagerly suckling on toji’s index finger—a habit of your son to signal you that he yearned for his daily nutrients.
“megumi’s biting my finger off,” toji exaggerates, yawning before moving towards the fridge and opening the door. the sudden breeze of cold air hitting his skin makes him shudder.
you laugh and flip a pancake, revealing its golden brown colour on the back, “i stored ‘gumi’s food on the second shelf. a little in the back.”
megumi’s tiny arms were already reaching out for the familiar bowl, making grabby hands at it as if encouraging his dad to feed him his meal. toji’s eyes, however, were scanning the entire content of the fridge for something new, “y’know, maybe it’s time to learn how to eat somethin’ else, kid. your taste buds need’ta get used to other foods.”
according to his ‘brilliant’ logic, it’s best to get kids used to new foods at a young age so they won’t become picky eaters later on. thus, toji grabs the most random combination of whatever looks edible. the gathered items consisted of pickles, strawberries, mini-carrots, tomatoes and a single lemon.
toji quickly glances over at you, but your attention was totally focused on the breakfast you were preparing. your husband takes his chance, puts megumi in his high-chair and cuts up all the food he grabbed to biteable pieces for the baby, “alright, i’ll give ya the freedom of choosin’ something on y’r own. go on.”
toji places the various items on megumi’s small tray. the boy stares at the food and picks a piece of strawberry first since the red colour was the most appealing. megumi munches on it, hands as well as his lips getting a bit messy. he didn’t seem to dislike it as his little pouty lips continued to move and digest the fruit.
“okay, so ya like the strawberries. noted.” toji makes a mental note of the new discovery, already planning on buying boxes of strawberries for his son.
once megumi swallowed the piece, the curious boy goes on and picks another type of food. this time it was a yellow coloured piece—one which megumi had no knowledge about. toji did, however, and was already grinning.
the man crossed his arms while he looked down at his kid who was about to go through an unpleasant experience. that’s what builds character according to toji, so why would he intervene and stop megumi from eating a lemon? finding out on his own will teach him a very valuable lesson.
the second megumi’s tongue picks up on the extreme sour taste, his nose scrunches up, eyebrows furrowing along with a disgusted noise escaping the back of his throat, “blegh!”
toji bursts out laughing and points at megumi whose tiny fingers were trying to wipe the taste off his tongue, spitting and almost crying from the unfamiliar taste that entered his mouth. most parents would help their child out and give them water to rinse their mouth, however the scene was apparently way too hilarious to your husband for him to even think about rushing to aid megumi.
you turn to see what the commotion was about and spot your son almost in tears from whatever he ate. you frown and walk up to the high-chair, inspecting the squished piece of lemon in megumi’s hand.
“mannnn, that was the funniest stuff i’ve seen in a while.” toji snickers once he calms down, finally grabbing a tissue to wipe megumi’s drool and spit off.
“poor baby.” you watch the small child stare at his dad with a pouty expression on his little face like he was awaiting on an apology of some kind.
even toji can’t deny it: he did somewhat feel bad now. those big and watery eyes looking up at him made him soften in a fraction of a second. the dark-haired man dumps the used tissues in the nearby garbage can and then walks back to the high chair;
“aww, okay, ‘m sorry.” toji coos and lifts megumi up in his embrace, smothering the child with kisses all over his exposed shoulders before softly poking the fat of his cheeks, “can you forgive your daddy, kiddo?”
“da-da!” megumi happily giggles without knowing the meaning of toji’s words. all the kid desired at that instant was more of his dad’s attention and affection. especially after what occurred a moment ago.
megumi was guaranteed to get what he needed since toji was already preparing to tickle and kiss his adorable son all over as an apology.
you chuckle and go back to making breakfast—your ears filled with high-pitched squeals from your son as toji’s voice called out for a ‘tickle attack’.
at least all was well in the end.
#ෆ : parenting 101.#jjk x reader#toji x reader#jjk fluff#toji fluff#jjk x you#toji x you#crisis averted ehem#shoutout to the requester 4 saving my ass#ilysm
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can i request something where jake's crush catches him and while he's in their arms theres a pause and then they just start complimenting his physique cause have you seen the man. whether theyre laying it on thicc or just obliviously complimenting him is up to you. i read chapter 352 and i cant get his god damn tiddies and arms out of my head. also that time he showed off his butt at the club. post prison jake is hoo boy. a work of art.
I... I have no word.
It happened before neither of you could see the head or tail of the situation. A minor misstep, really. Could've been hazardous if not for your ancestor blessing you with godly reflex before it got out of hand. However, it did end with Jake in your arms, saving both of you from the collision.
"Ack!"
You had meant to sidestep the crash altogether, however, with Jake's flailing to grab hold of something, you instinctively reached out to pull him up.
"Hey!"
Only to belatedly regret the action since his weight had you lurching forward. You managed to steady your footing, but it was by sheer luck. Had you failed, both of you would have ended in a heap on the floor. Your evasion would've been for nothing.
Really, you should have a word with Jason for how he sprinted out of the room and almost had you crushed under Jake. At least, crisis averted... until your big mouth ruined it.
"Wow, you have impressive back muscles, your trapezius is very firm, impressive deltoid, too," you couldn't help but point out when your hand is underneath his back, "what did you even do to bulk up?"
"Well—"
"Your arms, too, your tricep and brachialis developed comparably," you only noticed now that he had one holding on your shoulder, "did you bench press Jason and Brad while in there?"
"You see—"
If anything, you didn't realize it because of how he dressed himself earlier, but it did show more when you had the chance to hold him. Jake had undoubtedly grown bigger since his gambling rackets days.
"Your chest muscle expanded as well," you took another look, patting on his chest, "these pectoralis major, are yours even double..."
It was bizarre and impressive, a lot had changed, but most importantly... you were amazed by his development.
"Can you take off your shirt? I want to see—" You helped Jake regain his footing, standing behind him in preparation.
"Ehem."
It took Jake repeating your names thrice before you realized what was going on. Not only the two of you were locked in a promiscuous and awkward position, but your words also couldn't sound wronger given the situation.
You blinked once, twice, then thrice when you began to have bodily reacted to the amusing smile he sent at you. Even while standing with his back to you, he couldn't look smugger.
To add on top of those embarrassments, you belatedly realized you were groping the muscles you mentioned to him, making Jake's cheeks tinted with pink. Although, the one more flummoxed by the transpiring events was none other than you.
Well, that couldn't get more mortifying. "Uh, oops, sorry," you feigned interest in the nearby wall paint. "I was surprised, that's all."
"Really?"
If you tried your best to ignore the problem, maybe it'd go away on its own. Unfortunately to you, you were in the company of one very annoying and persistent man.
"You know, if you wanted a show, all you need to do was ask," Jake turned to face you, his hands were already undoing the first button of his shirt.
You could see him smiling without even looking. Stupid Jake. Stupid you and your fascination with physical improvement, too. "Ugh, stop it," you groaned and pushed at him, "please just forget about everything that happened."
"Forget? Please, I'll have this engrave on my tombstone when I die."
You began to smack at his arm, the hit was lighthearted at most, maybe it was why it didn't stop him. "Stooooooooop."
"Here lies Jake Kim, rendered his beloved senseless with his impressive ti—"
"Stop!"
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Reminiscence Mealtime
Arising from the sound of sizzling batter, and the scent of cooking meat and vegetables, flows quite a love conversation among the members of sizeable group from Chladea who decided to take a tour in modern Japan.
After somehow summoning Miyamoto Musashi immediately after resolving the incident at Shimosa, Shǒu had suddenly noticed the sudden influx of Japanese Servants at his base, and decided to take them all out to see what Japan looks like in present times and make it a welcome party for Musashi.
Of course, part of his intention lies in the fact that he had not visited Japan in quite some time and was very eager to do so again, and thus made the excursion a pretext of sorts. But, regardless, if that also helps his Servants enjoy themselves, then that would be killing two birds in one stone.
After giving Tokyo a day tour, the group had finally decided to take a break and decided to dine in one of the okonomiyaki restaurants in the Tsukishima district, for the sole reason that okonomiyaki is Shǒu’s favorite.
Gazing down upon the hot teppan, and watching the mixture slowly get cooked, Musashi remarks, with some drool dropping down her chin.
“This isn’t udon, but the smell makes it very appealing.”
“Stop leaning over, your drool is going to spill!” Shǒu says, though there is some slight drool dripping down his chin as well.
“You’re one to talk! You’re already drooling!”
“I don’t want to hear that from you!”
“Ara, ara. Let me get that for you, dear.” Raikou grabs a napkin and wipes of the drool on Shǒu’s face.
Shǒu had long since given up on trying to stop Raikou when she tries to be doting and had decided to just let her wipe his face. Meanwhile, he decided to listen in on the other Servants as they talked over the cooking food.
“While I do enjoy what Japan has become ever since our eras but it feels very weird to see that the capital was moved from Kyoto, dear aunt.”
“Time moves on, niece. It is inevitable! I may have died before I saw my dream fulfilled, but having the opportunity to see the result of what I had fought for pleases me.” Oda says with a loud guffaw.
“And besides, you may be whining about where the capital has wound up, but that did not stop you from buying lots of modern clothing.” She points to the numerous shopping bags at Chacha’s feet.
“Um, well… this is….” Chacha tries to come up with an excuse.
“Haha! It is fine, niece. It was just a jest! I’m glad to see you’re enjoying yourself in the Japan we have worked for. It is not wrong for you to reward yourself so.” Oda says while clapping her on the shoulder.
“Dear aunt!”
While Oda and Chacha indulge themselves in familial affection, Ushiwakamaru seems to marvel at the cooking food.
“Hmmm! This is certainly an interesting type of food. Who would’ve thought that dough can actually be cooked this way!”
“Japan sure has come a long way, that’s for sure.” Kintoki says, watching the food cook with keen interest.
“Hee hee, reminds me of back when we’d cook meals with a campfire, doesn’t it, Kintoki?” Raikou had finished caring for Shǒu and decided to join in on Kintoki’s conversation.
“Ahahaha..yeah…” Kintoki’s smile wavered a bit, as if remembering something bad.
“Sadly, back in the day, we could not afford to open fires for our meals so we had to take them dry or cold. While it was necessary, it was not a fun experience.” laments Fuuma.
“Don’t worry about it, Fuuma!” Kintoki says while draping his arm over Fuuma’s shoulder.
“The past is the past, and now we’re alive and we can enjoy this okonomiyaki thing! And i’m sure the 21st century Japan has more things to show us, so let’s toast to that!”
“Indeed. I am glad to see my homeland become so prosperous after all these years.” Fuuma says with a slight smile.
“Yes, I am already enjoying modern Japan a lot.” Raikou embraces Kintoki’s arm.
“Being able to go around with my beloved Kintoki and beloved Shǒu is like a dream come true. Mother is really happy.” she beams.
Kintoki just sags and gives up on trying to get Raikou to get off his arm. Fuuma is watching things unfold with quiet amusement.
“It seems like that bunch is having fun.” Shiki mentions to EMIYA, motioning her head towards Raikou’s group, while working on flipping over the okonomiyaki.
“Ahahaha… it seems that Raikou is up to her usual antics again.” replies EMIYA while expertly flipping over another okonomiyaki.
Shiki and EMIYA were already familiar with what a okonomiyaki was, so they were delegated to cook the other batches, while Shǒu had taken the last one himself to experience how to cook one.
“Hmmm….” Shiki says thoughtfully while putting the spatulas away.
“You know, just watching them look at Japan as it is now kind of makes me kind of happy.”
EMIYA puts the finishing touches on his batch of okonomiyaki then glances at Shiki.
“I get what you mean.” He says with a small smile.
“We’re from this era so we’re already used to all of these modern technology, but to them, everything is fresh and new, since they grew up in a Japan that we can’t even imagine.”
“Heh, you’re right about that. But it’s thanks to their efforts that history turned into the Japan we know. I’m sure they’ve realized that somewhere deep down.” Shiki says while taking a swig of sake.
“As observant as always, Big Sis.”
“Hmph, it’s nothing much. And don’t call me Big Sis!” Shiki says indignantly.
“Everyone else calls you Big Sis, tho.” EMIYA says pointedly.
“S-shut it!” Shiki turns away, her ears burning red.
A burning smell permeates through the air, distracting Shǒu from enjoying the pleasant conversations going around him.
“Ahhhh! The okonomiyaki’s getting burnt!” wails Musashi.
“Oh, dammit!” Shǒu quickly turns to grab the spatulas but he notices them missing.
With quick, deft movements, Tamamo had already flipped over the okonomiyaki.
“My, my. That was close. Good thing Tamamo was here!” Tamamo says with a smug grin.
“I mean, i know you wanted to try cooking this yourself, Shǒu, but keeping your eyes off on your cooking is a no-no!” Tamamo wags a finger at him.
“Tamamooooooo! Thank you so much for saving the fooooood!” cries Musashi.
“Yeah, sorry about that. I got caught up on listening to everyone that I forgot about the food.” Shǒu says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.
“I can’t blame Shǒu. I mean, since most of us here, came from like, centuries from the past and we’re now, like, in the 21st century right? A lot of things would be foreign to them.” mumbles Suzuka Gozen, while tapping away on her phone.
“I know that, but that doesn’t excuse being absent minded while cooking!”
“Don’t be, like, so stuck up. Failure is a part of growing up, yeah?”
Shǒu was beginning to see trouble on the horizon, so he decided to smooth it over immediately.
“Well, calm down, both of you.”
He pats them both on the head.
“I’m thankful for your concerns, and both of you are right, so let’s not ruin the mood with arguing.”
“R-right! Of course, I wouldn’t want to ruin our day off with something like this!” Tamamo immediately agrees.
“Like, of course. It’s not everyday we visit Tokyo after all.” Suzuka follows suit.
Shǒu breathes a sigh of relief over managing to avert a crisis. It wouldn’t do to make the whole restaurant explode if those two decided to duke it out right then and there.
Upon looking on the teppan, he notices that the pancake is now nearly cooked. Noticing Musashi’s very expectant eyes, he decided to grab the spatulas.
“Big Sis, EMIYA? Are your batches good to go too?”
“Yeah.”
“Of course.”
“All right, let’s serve them up!”
EMIYA and Shiki quickly grab their okonomiyaki and put them on the plates. EMIYA dabs generous heapings of sauce and Shiki puts on the bonito flakes.
Shǒu, takes a little longer, but with unsteady movements, manages to put his batch on a plate. Tamamo helps him with putting the finishing touches.
“And the order is served!”
Everyone gathers around the 3 sizeable batches of okonomiyaki before their eyes.
Most of them look at the modern food with excited eyes, as if curious on what the new food tastes like, with Musashi being the most excited among them all.
Shǒu takes up the spatulas and carves up his batch, and giving a sizeable slice to Musashi.
“Eh? I’m getting the biggest piece?! Thank y--” Musashi catches herself.
“Ehem! I mean, are you sure? Isn’t this for all of us? Are you sure about this, Shǒu?”
“Well, this is also a welcome party for you, after all. So we’re sure. Aren’t we, everyone?”
He glances around to everyone, who gives Musashi smiles.
“Plus i’m sure, that we’ll be making more batches of these with how everyone seems to eye the food!”
Everyone shares a laugh.
“Shǒu you cheeky bastard. I swear I won’t forget this debt. I, Miyamoto Musashi, will work hard to repay this.” Musashi sincerely makes this oath.
“Geez, you don’t have to be so formal about this.”
“No, no, no. You fed me and gave me a generous helping, at that! This must be repaid!”
“Shut it and let’s eat. The food’s getting cold!” Shiki snaps.
Both Shǒu and Musashi flinch back.
“As expected of Big Sis.” mutters Ushiwakamaru.
“Shut up!”
After a quick round of laughter, everyone claps their hands.
““Itadakimasu!””
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