#because she doesn’t like her ice cream too creamy

[ohimsummer]

✎ . . .❝ SATORU, BE NICE! ❞

— poly! satosugu verse, satosugu x reader, feeding them, shoko cameo, satoru serial sweets devourer, kind of proofread, I wrote this in twenty minutes EUGH

You’ve never heard of ‘selective smelling’ before, but you think Gojo might have it. Not thirty seconds after you’ve taken the lid off your peach cobbler, there’s the quick scrub of metal against wood flooring, and you turn around to see him sitting next to you at your kitchen island. His gaze darts back and forth between yours and the dessert in front of you. It’s a silent, obvious question. Or more like a demand, because if you even hint at a refusal then he’ll whine about it for hours.

Sighing, you ask, “Do you want som–“

“Glad you asked!,” he interrupts, smile growing as Gojo leans forward, chin in hand. “Yes, indeed I do.”

Shoko chimes in from your couch. “Tell him to piss off, he’s so greedy.” Geto nods in agreement.

He turns to glare at her. “Shut up, she offered.”

“Yeah, because you were gonna stare her down otherwise.”

Your eye catches Geto’s, and you both share a grin and a head shake. Creamy, vanilla ice cream plops down from your spoon to top off the peachy dessert, and Gojo halts his bickering at the sound of metal scraping hard plastic. He looks to see you shoveling the spoon into your mouth, watches the content look on your face as you savor the flavorful taste. Comparable to a begging puppy he is, wide, pleading eyes and you can practically see a tail wagging behind him as Gojo hungrily eyes the bowl. Ocean blues flicker in your direction, brows raised in a ‘my turn?’ as his hand creeps toward the spoon.

“Ah, ah.,” you scold him. “I’ll do it, you might eat half of it in one bite again.”

You find Geto slipping into the chair behind you as you scoop up another, normal amount of peaches and vanilla on the spoon. Gojo’s eyes light up, bright and vibrant, you think you see a trace of drool on the corner of his mouth. Though his excitement is swiftly replaced with confusion when you pull back, avoiding the swipe of his hand to grab the utensil from you.

“Open up, ahhh!,” you mimic the command to him, holding a hand beneath the spoon to capture any drips. Satoru obeys without complaint, delight shining through his expression as you dip the spoon into his mouth, retrieving it from closed lips to find it now empty. In typical dramatic fashion, he gives a loud moan, beaming the whole time, enjoying the sweet taste of peaches and cinnamon.

“Good boy.” And you pat the white strands atop his head. Gojo’s eyes flit open at your praise, chews hesitating for a second, before flecks of red begin to sprinkle across his cheeks. Geto chuckles at his friend’s embarrassment, before looking at you offering him a taste.

“Want some?”

Gojo, face still a light shade of red, wraps possessive arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder to lean his head against yours. “Don’t offer him any, it’s for me.”

And if Geto didn’t want some before, he definitely wants a try now. “Sure, I’ll have some.”

Call it utter betrayal, or Gojo’s craving for your attention at all times, but either way he doesn’t like the victorious look Geto gives him as he leans forward to take the spoon between his lips, allowing you to feed him in the same fashion.

“Oops!” Gojo looks away as he readjusts, bumping your arm and causing you to smear a dollop of ice cream on the corner of Geto’s mouth.

“Satoru!,” you give him a disapproving look, thumbing away the white cream and licking it off your finger, not noticing the way Geto studies the motion. “Be nice, or you don’t get anymore!”

He only gives a pouty ‘fine!’, and watches in what might as well be agonizing pain as the spoon disappears into Geto’s mouth. He chews it once, twice, a couple times, and then swallows it down.

“Like it?,” you ask.

“Very much.” Geto’s never been too big on sweets. “Can I have another try?”

Gojo leans forward to stare right at you, pulling you into hypnotizing rivers of sky blue. “No, it’s my turn!”

He’s never been one to argue just for the sake of it, but over you, Geto will gladly engage. “You’re gonna end up eating most of it anyway.”

“That’s not the point, and I got here first, wait your turn!”

And while they bicker, you just eat spoonful after spoonful, raising indifferent brows at Shoko and she smirks in return. Maybe it’ll be all gone by the time they decide who goes next, and neither of them will get another taste.

@staryukis satoru dog comparisons so I thought of u bestie <3

#poly! satosugu #satosugu x reader #poly satosugu #satosugu x reader drabble #satoru gojo imagine #suguru geto imagine #gojo x reader #geto x reader #jjk x reader

[katzkinder]

Servamp headcanons, ice cream edition! Because my grandma got an ice cream maker and we’re all super eager to try it out but then she broke her back (she’s fine, don’t worry)

Mahiru: plain old vanilla. Misono introduced him to vanilla BEAN ice cream though and he’s feeling a little guilty about wanting to splurge a bit for the more expensive, creamier stuff… Kuro is an enabler and his encouragement is the only reason he’s still managing to resist. Just do it Mahi!

Kuro: Cookies and Cream is his favorite, but he’s also partial to cookie dough, or crumbled chocolate mint cookies as topping. He likes both the taste and the texture

Misono: chocolate lol. He’s predictable. His absolute favorite though are those ultra decadent brownie batter type of chocolate ice creams. Yknow the ones. Chocolate pieces, brownie bits, hot fudge swirl… He gets sick off the stuff easily though, so even though he loves it, self control is everything

Lily: vanilla bean with strawberry topping and cheese cake bites! He loves fresh strawberries in his desserts, and often he and Misono will trade bites if they’re getting flavor fatigue. Also very rich but the strawberry helps cuts through the sweetness

Tetsu: a Basic Boi who loves GariGariKun the most. Prefers popsicles over dairy treats. Yeah technically this isn’t ice cream but like. It’s the taste of summer and after bath refreshments. I’m not taking that from him

Hugh: vanilla with hot fudge sauce (and/or blood). He still prefers his chocolate parfaits, or better yet for this scenario, a milkshake

Licht: yknow those ultra sweet cotton candy flavors? If it’s ice cream by itself, he loves that. But if it’s a float, it’s gotta be vanilla in melon soda. If you take him to marble slab or similar place that lets you mix in a bunch of toppings, he will make a beeline for the gummy bears. Gets disappointed every time that they turn hard and unpleasant to eat, even though he already knows the outcome

Lawless: he has two favorites. Coffee bean (distinct from just plain coffee flavor) and moose tracks. I’m not sure what that’s called in other places? Basically it’s vanilla with peanut butter cups and fudge. Only goes for this when he’s depressed, if I’m honest. Otherwise it’s too sweet.

Mikuni: haagen daz amaretto almond crunch and their hojicha latte flavor. Forever sad that the former was limited edition and doesn’t make seasonal returns. It was absolutely perfect for his and jeje’s terrible Netflix movie nights (with the occasional appearance by johannes so they could make fun of the bad science together)

Jeje: since Mikuni only buys haagen daz (spoiled pretentious shit) he’s grateful they a rich pumpkin flavor that becomes available during autumn. He also really likes horchata milkshakes for the comforting taste of cinnamon.

Iduna: Tried butter pecan once and was hooked. The crunchiness of the pecans is her favorite part. It’s her go to for when Haagen Daz Creamy Vanilla Pudding flavor isn’t in season. Back home, though, it’s got to be the rather… Unique. Salty licorice flavor. She gave some to shuuhei one time just to watch him gag. She knows what she’s doing to that poor boy.

Freya: the simple freshness of strawberry ice cream is her guilty pleasure. She been thinking of making her own with an old hand churner. It would be fun, right? And it’s not like it would be difficult to get the ingredients she needs.

Nicco: Pistachio gelato, though he also enjoys the tartness and slight bitter aftertaste of limoncello flavor. He likes taking Ildio with him whenever there’s a new flavor he wants to try but isn’t sure he’ll like. Even if he doesn’t care for it, his servamp probably will. Does that make him mean?

Ildio: No preference as of yet. He’s still figuring this whole… Tasting your food thing out

Tsubaki: as expected, he loves matcha and red bean flavors. REALLY excited some of the Hagen daz hanamochi series is becoming a permanent flavor

Sakuya: rocky road. Sweet, crunchy, and a little bitter on the back end from the chocolate. Refuses to admit it but he also enjoys the hanamochi series. He’s stubborn. Whenever he wins a free popsicle he gives the stick to Mahiru, so inevitably when they hang out, that’s what he buys if they stop at the konbini, just for the chance to maybe earn some good boy points with his best friend and crush. And he thinks he’s subtle—

Reblog with your own headcanons! I love seeing what people add to my posts :3

#servamp #oh boy here we go #mahiru shirota #servamp Kuro #tetsu sendagaya #hugh the dark algernon iii #(silver) #mikuni alicein #servamp jeje #iduna nobel #servamp Freya #licht jekylland todoroki #servamp lawless #niccolo carpediem #servamp ildio #misono alicein #snow lily #servamp tsubaki #sakuya watanuki #kat’s katerwauling #pufff look look look

[aikuutv]

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Vietnamese Oliver Aiku headcanons

Warning - mentions of food | aiku being a lil bitch |

Wasian Boy Aiku my beloathed and beloved

Oliver Aiku is the peak Kevin Nguyen meme 

That slightly overgrown guy hair with the fade underneath? Yeah that would be Aiku’s hair canon (Nomura-sensei told me himself via email)

 He has a dainty silver chain that sits so pretty on his collar bone (salivates 🤤🤤🤤🤤) 

 Aiku has his ears pierced with golden/silver studs usually, sometimes he wears pretty dangly earrings with a little jade in them for taking girls out or special occasions 

He gives out li xis to little kids (red envelope)

 He wears Louis vuitton dress shirts and with air forces and and with the silver chain with a jade pendant his grandma gave him back in Vietnam

She also gave him a jade bracelet, jade rings, jade earrings, and jade necklaces (he's the favorite grandchild for her because Aiku looks like her late-husband)

 your not vietnamese if you don’t eat sriracha sauce at least with your rice at times or pho or any dish /j

luckily spice whore Aiku does because he puts that sauce on everything he eats

he eats sriracha with his rice and his ramyun and his noodle dishes and rice dishes and on french fries and steak (steak with rice and mix of ketchup/sriracha is god tier) 

 He’ll even carry it around in his travels when airplane food is too bland or if a dish needs a lil kick (just imagine him whipping out a mini bottle of sriracha in the middle of his dinner date like “don’t worry babe i gotchu’ :squirts way too much sauce on:

 speaking of which, his fav viet dish is bun bo hue I don’t make the rules yes I do 

The blood in the soup? He fucks with that (if he can like salted squid innards on his rice then I can see he looks blood bloods in bun bo hue) 

He also likes bun rieu with many fish balls 

Aiku can down cups of Che (those little crunchy red things are so good)

Durian. The only fruit ever. Aiku loves it, his mother’s side of the family loves it (she’s half Japanese/Vietnamese while his dad is Swedish/German another hc ) whether it’s frozen or fresh chopped in the motherland itself Aiku will never pass Durian (it doesn’t smell like garbage when frozen its similar to  creamy ice cream with a tang) 

Okay when you go to a family viet party you will never not find Heinekens/Coronas, weed, dads smoking outside, moms surrounding each other in the kitchen, teens upstairs somewhere on their phones, and the little kids running around 

Where Aiku falls under that category is all of them he fits anywhere he feels like 

Oliver Aiku is the master of laughing loudly with the dads/uncles and karaoking with them cause what viet party is without music/obnoxious singing? 

IT'S THE KIND TO WRING IN YOUR EAR

TO LEAK THROUGH THE WALLS 

No but aiku can sing for real I know he’s been through way too many karaoke dates throughout his teen years not to develop his vocal skills 

But then again, that is when he wants to impress pretty girls 

This was belting out to vietnamese songs with a bunch of drunk uncles, shoulder to shoulder as their voices cry out the most sappy or sad song you can find 

you can find him listening to the mums gossip, pinching his cheeks about “OZOUII WHEN YOU GETTING MARRIED WITH GIRL HUH” “here! Have this cream for your skin it's so good for cracked skin like yours Olivber” “You want a haircut? I’ll give you discount eh?” 

When the anties ever say ANYTHING about girls he just smiles awkwardly and nods cause its the hoe life or no life for him 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

If he’s chilling with the teens then they’re playing video games no questions asked (i am projecting this is what my viet friends do at any gathering) 

HE LIFTS UP THE LITTLE KIDS IF THEY ASK OK AIKU IS GOOD WITH KIDS FACTS 

He stacks plates and all the aunties/moms keep pushing him to take home whatever was made for every fam party (bao, spring rolls, che, bun bo nam bo, the world yknow?) oh and a BUNCH of fruits 

Mango, mangosteen, rose apples, grapes 

If you don’t know what mangosteen is all you need to know is that it has a shell that you need to either break between your hands, open with a knife or smush it against a hard surface 

OKOKOK when lunar new years roll around you know the drill 

All the heavy duty Josie cleaning stuff Aiku does 

(Idk if its just my family but boiling dried grapefruit skin in a very large pot to bath in before lunar new years to bring good luck and all) 

Aiku playing bao cua tom ca (it means bag, crab, fish, lobster, chief) 

It’s a gambling game with coins and a die and let me tell you

AIku goes hard on the gambling 

All coins in, hes betting like he doesn’t have a mama to care for and he does well for himself (it really depends on how many drinks he has for the time being) 

HE IS THE BANK MATERIAL GUUUURRL ✨💅👯‍♀️

Aiku is the designated labor hound in the family 

Groceries in the car? Don’t worry Aiku’s single handedly doing one trip AND the rice bags back and forth 

Need a huge vat of bone marrow to make pho? No problem aiku is lifting it to the kitchen already

Aiku gets so overworked over new years 

His compensation is the food and girls in ao dai for him to flirt with (which his relatives try to set him up and scold him if he makes them pissed off,,,,,one even tried to pull out a rice paddle from the kitchen to smack his ass) 

SPEAKING OF– 

AIKU IN AN AO GAM 

Him in like a black one with golden embroiderment and the pattern is like snacks or clouds ooooo him in a blue one or white one I'm screeching 

He’s sent out as a human sacrifice to light the fire crackers lol 

His mom has the stereotypical job of nail technician, which meant that little aiku had to be dragged to his mother’s workplace that she owns  

He either sat in the pedicure seats, in the back with shrimp chips or actually helping his mom

He knows how to file nails, do the basic coats and even jeweling

His mom’s coworkers would fawn at him and give him candies at the cash register 

Now they bully him about his present hair whenever he visits the nail salon 

A typical convo between mother and son:

 “Aye, why is your hair so messy and long?! You a world star soccer player and you look homeless!!”

 “mę it's not thaaaaat bad–” 

“No it looks like you don’t shower get haircut I will do okay-” 

“MĘĘĘĘ THIS IS HOW I GET GIRLS”

 “BOY YOU TOLD ME YOU CHEAT LAST TIME AT THE KARAOKE WITH YOUR FRIENDS HOW IS THAT GETTING ANY GIRL TO MARRY?!!”

 “MARRY!? IM 19–“ 

“MY FRIEND HAS A DAUGHTER WHO GOES TO VERY GOOD UNIVERSITY YOU SHOULD MEET” 

and so on in berating viet from aiku’s mother 

I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS Aiku calls his dad otou-san/pappa (apparently the swedish say papa like that) and his mom mę/kaa-san (viet way of mom) 

His place has a box of tiger balm and that eagle oil and salonpas (okay so i have a thing the patched up look and aiku using them around his sore muscles ouchie mama)

When he helps to make spring rolls they are overstuffed so he has to double rice sheets lmaooo

Even his 12 year old cousins make prettier ones than him its pathetic 

This guy. LOVES WITH HIS WHOLE MAN BOOBIES viet coffee ok it just hits different 

He has the coffee drip, condense milk, the viet coffee his mom gives him when he visits her, blasts a viet love song and vibes 

Okay the most traumatizing thing after his ideals being crushed was definitely viet school (every saturday from 9am to 12pm) 

All the lessons and repetitive worksheets and the dances in the gym 💀 💀 

In elementary he was in a viet youth group (he was a lion dancer don’t ask) as well along with viet school and soccer practice (lmao overworked Asian kid) 

Aiku’s bubble tea order is a bit basic. He just orders regular bubble tea with reduced sugar and less ice or any kind with coffee in it (pov your on a boba date with Aiku and you try each other’s drinks omg should be me) 

He gets dragged around by his mom in malls for clothing like he’ll be sitting in the store seats while she looks at articles of clothing lined up and hold up any clothes that would fit her son, “Em oy! Look at these jeans, try them on!” “Mm okay Mę 😞” (they’ve been at the same store for 1½ hours) 

His wallet has a few credit cards, a debit card, numbers from various girls and the most important…A COSTCO CARD 

he has one for the cheap gas cause he may like 15,000,000 yen in a single neo league match from soccer teams but anything for a bargain 

He hits on the older ladies at the meat section of Costco 🙃🥴😎 (“aha can I get your snapchat mamas?”)

He likes the lemon ginger kombucha and usually tries to grab as many samples as he can (if he has siblings then he bribes them to give their portion) 

Whenever the u-20 team has to fly out for a match or travel Aiku downloads shows/drama to pass the time

Only, they’re all in vietnamese dub so the team is just so confused what their captain is watching and whenever they try to ask him what’s happening on screen he fucks with them saying shit like,

“Oh the husband is currently homeless right now due to the wife marrying a goose.”

what. 

Yeah whoever sits next to Aiku during travel times watches his shows with him and just makes up what characters say it’s very fun 

he has photos when he was younger wearing the ugliest character shirts with a lighting bolt fade on the side of his hair posing like the power rangers  

#blue lock #bllk manga #bllk anime #oliver aiku #Oliver Aiku headcanons #Oliver Aiku hcs #fun fact the title translates to “can I get your snap” #also this isn't a new thing it was just up on my previous blog before

[a-wayfairing-stranger]

Stress relief. (Ibram Gaunt x OFC)

This is part one of a maybe two parter in which case part two will be smut lmao I am a whore okay.

But this part is just Leta and Ibram having a moment of almost domestic bliss.

The whole point of time away from the battlefield was to rest, to relax, get drunk and forget for one moment that you’re practically committing suicide on a daily bases.

Leta was realizing, as she watched the sun dip below the horizon, that the ones in command never get to relax, Gaunt had left just before breakfast for a meeting and she hadn’t seen him since. 

The hotel room was nice, there were worst places to be left alone, it was grand and was not only a bedroom, but also a sitting room and rather large bathroom, with a bathtub so big Leta could swim laps in it.

She had woken around noon and ordered lunch to be delivered to her room, roast duck, roasted vegetables and creamy mashed potatoes, with gravy, and of course desert, a large ice cream sundae, with a bottle of wine to wash it all down with.

The door opened with a soft hum, and she heard Ibram speaking.

“That’ll be all for tonight Milo..” She couldn’t hear the boy's reply, but Ibram chuckled “Yes, go eat and sleep, I’ll see you tomorrow, hopefully not as early.”

Leta rose from the bed and crossed to the door, in the sitting room she watched as Ibram removed his coat, and hung it up, then his cap, then his boots.

“Lets?” He called “You here?”

She opened the door, now satisfied that no one would see her, not that no one knew she was here, of course everyone knew that on vacation, Leta was with Gaunt, no more pub nights with the boys for her, but she didn’t really want anyone to see her wearing one of Gaunt’s shirts and little else.

“Sorry Princess..” Ibram sighed “It has been a long day.”

“Anything interesting?”

He raised an eyebrow “You know I can’t tell you.”

“It was worth a try.” 

She walked towards him, the plush navy blue carpet tickling between her toes, once she reached him, he put his arms around her and placed his head on top of hers.

She put her arms around him and nuzzled his chest.

“You ate then I see..”

He must have noticed the empty dish and wine glass.

“You were gone all day.”

“Remember I have to pay for that.”

“You can afford it I’m sure.”  

He chuckled “I missed you.”

She smiled, “Missed you too.”

His hands dropped to her ass and gripped her tightly before lifting her up, she giggled and wrapped her legs around his waist. 

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to listen to people drone on about ration supplies when I know you’re waiting for me in bed?” 

She did know, out in the field, it was easy to push all her neediness to the back of her mind, she was at work, so to speak, if she started day dreaming about Ibram, she’d be killed or she’d let someone else be killed, she needed to be alert.

But throne damnit this was her time off, it was supposed to be him and her together, they deserved that.

“What happened to not letting our relationship affect our duties?” She teased, kissing his neck just above his starched collar “Hmm?”  

“It didn’t affect my duties..” He started to walk towards the bedroom “I asked questions and nodded in the correct places..”

“And had poor Milo write everything down because it was all going in one ear and out the other?”

“Exactly.”

He dropped her on to the mattress, she bounced, which was a surprise, she was used to the almost stone like surface of a cot, he then sat on the edge and attempted to undo his cufflinks, cursing as they remained in place.

“Let me.”

The cufflinks were gold and round, nothing overly flashy but still a sign of rank. 

She undid them and then placed them on the bedside table.

“What would I do without you?”

“Brinnie boy would have to do it.” She smiled, she had picked up Bragg’s nickname for Milo, and she knew that it made the younger man blush, so naturally she used it around him every time she saw him.

“You terrify the shit out of him, you know that?”

She laughed “What? Little old me?”

“Poor boy doesn’t have much experience with girls from what I can gather and then you stride up in your combat boots and he doesn’t know what to do.” 

“I got that impression from him…I will try to be less scary.”

She sat in his lap and started to undo his shirt, he released the tension from his shoulders, Leta imagined a world where this was how they always were, where he was the hard working husband and she was the stay-at-home wife who cooked and cleaned, who sewed the buttons back on his shirts, who listened to his worries.

But then they wouldn’t be Ibram and Leta would they? The whole reason they worked was because of who they were.

Ibram and Leta.

Middelocke and Gaunt. 

Two sides of the same coin.

“What? No kissing every bare inch of my chest?” 

“You almost sound disappointed.” She smiled as the last button came undone. “You look tired and a man of your age needs a rest after such a hard day.” 

“I’m only twelve years older than you.”

“Exactly, you're middle aged.”

He chuckled and placed his hands on her hips, underneath the shirt so his rough fingertips made me giggle as they tickled her.

“You do look tired, though, love..” She kissed his chest, right above his heart “And I was thinking a nice relaxing bath would help.” 

“You’re obsessed with your fething baths.”

“It's so nice not to have to ask Bragg to keep watch so no one spies on me..” 

He lowered his face to hers and kissed her softly

“Perhaps I’ll start showering with you…scare away any spies..”

“I think that would give them an entirely different thing to spy on..”

He chuckled and rubbed his face against her neck “Might improve morale.”

She laughed “Run it past Corbec, see what he says.”  

“Actually on further consideration, It would lower morale..because everyone would be so jealous of how I get to bed the most beautiful, gorgeous woman in the galaxy.”

He kissed her neck, right below her ear. 

“They’d be green with envy.”

“Some already are, I'm sure..”  

“They can be as green as orks..won’t change the fact that you’re mine.”

She grinned, she’d never tire of him saying that, it drove her crazy and he knew it.

He stood up, taking her with him.

“Now..I think I will have that bath, but only on the condition, you join me.”

“Naturally, did you think I wouldn’t?”

#warhammer oc #warhammer fanfic #OC: Leta Middenlocke #ibram gaunt #when I tell you these two have me in a choke hold I mean it #(HAHAHA get it..those who know know)

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Skin & Scale (Part 10)

Azula winces.

They are much smaller than her dragon claws but they are much pointier and there are so many more of them. 

They aren’t exactly painful but the discomfort is almost more maddening. With her tongue, she pushes at her left canine, the latest of her teeth to come loose and the last to fall out. It is a nightmare coming to truth, each of her teeth have come loose, and all at once they fall out. Perhaps not exactly at the same time, it is more like rapidly falling one by one. 

And now she can only eat soft foods, yogurts, ice creams, and oatmeals. After two weeks of eating these meals they have become bland and tasteless no matter what flavor is presented to her. Cherry, strawberry, and vanilla all taste too creamy now. Eating without fully grown teeth is unsurprisingly awful. 

“Have you tried mushed bananas.” Aang had offered on one occasion. Perhaps it was the stress that caused her lapse in judgment but she had taken him up on the offer. She should have known better after the onion and banana juice incident. 

She doesn’t really look at onions or bananas in the same way. She can no longer taste one without tasting the other. Sometimes she wonders if Aang had done this to her because he didn’t want to be alone anymore; alone in having a skewed perception of both onions and bananas. He needed someone else to understand. 

And she does. 

Unfortunately, she does.

She realizes that she has not answered his question. “No I haven’t.” 

“Do you want to?”

She shakes her head. “I don’t like the texture.” And she does not like the hint of onions that she can never seem to un-taste. She won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that he ruined an entire fruit for her. 

He looks at her with those big, goofy, adorable eyes. “What about mashed peaches?”

“Avatar, I don’t like mashed fruits. Mashed fruits are for infants. I’m not an infant.”

Sokka quirks a brow. “You sure about that?” 

“Confident.”

“But dragons can live for thousands of years. You’re seventeen.” 

“And?”

“Your a baby dragon!” He declares. “Tiny baby! Tiny, small, baby dwagon.” His tone indicates that he is perhaps an adjective away from giving headpats and getting punched in the gut.

Azula crosses her arms. On a good day she would find his ‘whose a good boy’ talk agitating. Today, as cranky and snappy as her throbbing gums make her, it is downright infuriating.

He lifts his hands, “okay, okay, no more baby dragon voice!” He plucks a stick of jerky from his pocket. She finds that to be absolutely appalling especially when she sees the pocket lint coating the stick. “Geez, I haven’t seen that look since we went on our first mission together. 

Her teeth or lackthereof aren’t the only things bothering her. Her growing claws ache too and with the ache comes a wicked urge to scratch at the table or walls just to alleviate the sensation. What an undignified sight that would be. “What kind of idiot keeps unpackaged jerky in their pocket?”

“A real man. That’s who.” Sokka declares.

“Gross.”

“Sounds like someone is jealous that they can’t eat jerky.”

“I can eat jerky just fine.” She grumbles.

“With all one of your dragon teeth.” He quirks a brow.

Reflexively, Azula’s tongue finds the one tooth that has grown back in. “I only need one tooth to…”

He tosses her a packaged stick of jerky. “Go on then.” He challenges. 

She might have tossed it right back at him and she not earned herself the attention from everyone sitting around the table. “Fine.” She replies flatly, if not entirely then, with a degree of haughtiness. “I will play your silly game, Sokka.” 

She has made many mistakes in her life. She hadn’t realized that this would be one of them. 

She hadn’t realized exactly how it would come to be a mistake.

With her single dragon tooth and a good deal of effort and patience, she manages to bite off a swallowable chunk of jerky. With a method in place it isn’t terribly hard to finish it. More time consuming than need be, perhaps, but a task that she manages. 

A task that is shockingly helpful. The jerky is just tough enough to take the edge off of the throbbing in her gums. “Give me another one, Sokka.” It isn’t a request. She holds her hand out.

“Say the magic word.”

“Now.”

“That is not.” 

She swipes the stick of jerky from his hand.

.oOo.

That had been the start of the end of a good chunk of her dignity. She should have never let him bait her at all. It has been only an hour since she had last eaten a jerky stick and the throbbing is already back. For the fourth time that night she finds herself wandering into Sokka’s room to ask him for another. Really it is amazing how much jerky the man seems to carry on his person. For the time being she is thankful for it. It is the one thing that seems to make this whole teething thing more manageable. 

“Come on, Sokka, I know that you have more.”

“I might have more.” Sokka

“I see them in your snack drawer.” She grumbles. 

“Oh, what? Those?” He feigns shock. “Yeah, those are jerky sticks.” He taps his chin. “I suppose I can give you another one if you do something for me.”

“So we’re making deals now?” She grumbles. 

“I’ve got the supply, you’ve got the demand. Jerky is hard to come by these days…”

“It is not!” 

“It is if you want authentic Water Tribe seal jerky.” He shrugs. “So how about this, you admit that I’m your favorite member of the group and you get jerky.” 

“I don’t like you, peasant.” She hisses. 

He turns to Momo and clicks his tongue. “You hear that, Momo? It sounds like someone doesn’t really want jerky.”

“How about this…?”

“We’ve got a counter offer, Momo!”

“Hand me the jerky and you and your belongings will remain unsinged.” 

Sokka whistles. “That’s not a counter offer, that’s a threat!” He props himself up against the bedpost. “Okay, okay, I’ll be nice.”

Azula holds her hand out. Her gums are screaming out for relief. The very notion of having something to bite down on practically makes them throb more incessantly. 

“Instead of informing everyone that I’m your favorite person you can say, ‘Sokka can I please have another jerky stick?’ That’ll work too.”

Azula frowns. If she wanted to be humiliated she would go chew on a stick in the palace garden or buy herself a teething ring meant for infants. At this point she would almost rather. Perhaps it is petty and immature but for now she doesn’t particularly care. She won’t give him the satisfaction. Spirits, she is desperate for something to take away the throbbing. Anything. 

“Where are you going!?” 

“To go chew on a stick or something.” She grumbles. Hopefully she can find something better, she doesn’t particularly want to chew on something that has been on the ground. Something that has splinters to boot. 

Sokka groans. “Fine, take the jerky.” 

Her eyes light up, thank Agni she had been facing away from him. She swipes the package of jerky from his hands and begins to walk away. She pauses at the door and sighs. “Thank you, Sokka.” 

“Yeah, sure.” He cracks a smile. “I think that you’re overthinking this.” 

“Overthinking it?”

He nods. “Have you tried, I don’t know, biting down on a cloth or something.”

Azula scrunches her brows and purses her lips. It is such a simple and practical solution, she doesn’t know why she hadn’t thought of it. “I suppose I could give that a try.” She replies. Not that it will look much more polite than gnawing on sticks. But it wouldn’t feel quite as feral to bite down on cloth. 

Sokka scoops Momo into his arms. “How much does it hurt anyways?”

Azula shrugs. “I guess that it depends. Most of the time it’s just really uncomfortable.” Sometimes it feels like a fork being stabbed into her gums. She exhales. “Frankly I’d just like to fully be a dragon now.” She bites down on the jerky stick.

“Fair enough.” He replies. “What if you want to be a human again?”

Azula cringes to herself. “I don’t really have a choice, now do I?”

“I guess not.” He agrees. “Maybe we should take a trip to the Sun Warriors’ City? Maybe they’ll know more about this whole transformation thing?”

“Or maybe it has never happened before so nobody will know anything about it.” 

“Yeah, maybe. But we should still go over there. We haven’t spoke with the dragons since we agreed to help get them their egg back. We should probably update them before they get restless and in a burn-y, destructive mood.”

“Perhaps you should make sure that this dragon isn’t in a burn-y, destructive mood first.” Azula grumbles to herself.

He shrugs. “You have your jerky and the palace spa, I’m not too worried about it.” He pauses. “You also really don’t strike me as the impulsively-set-things-on-fire type. I’d be worried about that if Zuko was the dragon.” 

“Zuzu as a dragon…” she hums. “Yes, that would be quite troublesome.” 

“Yeah…” 

“Tomorrow. We can go to the Sun Warrior City tomorrow. If I am able.” If things are anything like they were a few days ago then she can’t imagine herself being able to make a longer journey. She supposes that she could if it were absolutely necessary.

“If anything we can send Aang to bring the dragons here.” Sokka suggests. 

“I would much rather go there for myself.”

“I know.” He replies. “But if you can’t, letting Aang go is an option. You have friends now, you can let people do things for you sometimes.”

“I need to make sure that things are done correctly.”

“Or you can try to trust us.” He suggests. 

Azula puts an extra focus on nibbling at the jerky. 

“We’ve all been getting along well enough lately. Right?”

Azula nods. “I suppose.” 

“Okay so let's move away from tolerating each other to trusting each other.”

“I don’t know much about trust, Sokka. But I do know that it doesn’t work like that. You can’t just tell someone to trust you and expect it to happen.”

“Yeah but I can ask you to give it a try. You can learn to trust people if you never start anywhere.” He pauses to ponder. “How about this, I won’t tell anyone that you were begging me for food just a few minutes ago.” 

Her cheeks color. 

“And when you realize that your secret is safe with me we can go from there.” 

“You’re the worst and I hate you.” She mutters.

“Which, if I’m interpreting correctly, is you way of saying that you respect my bold approach and I am a formidable opponent.”

Azula rolls her eyes. 

“Does that sound like a plan?”

“Fine. I’ll…trust you. You and Aang can bring the dragons to me. Just don’t mess things up.”

#Avatar The Last Airbender #Azula #Sokka #Dragon Azula #Fanfiction

[skwonkk]

It is beautiful... I ask of you to get the hands ready unless you tell me they can't in which case I'm sorry. Laughter is only one thing you can do under a tree; you can also do various other things like make a pie with blueberries and peaches and raspberries. Persephone is a daydream had by the sleepless pandas sipping noodles delicately and yet making so much noise I cannot imagine what it must cost you. The vampire fangs were on sale for $25 but that doesn't seem like much of a sale, now, does it? I think not. So a cockatoo might be a better deal. They don't use very much shampoo, only a little bit of eyeliner, the pudding is free, but the vitamins are not... none of this makes any sense financially. The girls went shopping at the mall again; doesn't that seem fake? What do they even need at this point? Do they like it in there, even with the French fries on the floor and the greasy mustard smell? The mustard there was a little funky last time I went, which mind you was about three years ago so things might have changed but they also might have not. There are a lot of mysteries in the world like for example why am I so stupid? Well that's not too much of a mystery because sometimes creatures and individuals are just stupid and that's the way it is. It's made maybe for entertainment. Entertainment is baffling, isn't it? Will people one day watch rainbow static with random sped up noise samples and declare that peak entertainment? It could happen, I think. But I'm stupid, so I don't think. I did, however, ask some aliens what they think, and they said it was none of their business and they mostly just had people leave them alone. Said it was for humanity's own good. That there's too much work to be done first. Then they drank their special drink which is sparkly and turns your mouth sparkly when you drink it and immediately evaporates when it makes contact with stomach acid. They seemed to be having a good time, so I left them be. And then the other day I heard that the Velvet Prince was in this big room that was kind of gold but also copper and brown and a bit red too. There were all these old mechanisms with gears, and the gears were just, like, in the open. If there had ever been a panel covering them, well, there wasn’t now. There's probably more to investigate there; the Velvet Prince just went in briefly to get an old box of stuff. Oh man, did you see how bad they messed up the names? There was this chick named, like, Songi, I think, and they called her Mushroom. Another guy named Mike who they called Stem. Do you think they have a thing for plants or something? Cause this girl Rose didn't encounter any problems at all. Well, I hope they fix it soon; we were all very confused. Oh, man, you're not even listening, are you? No one cares about ANYTHING I have to say. I mean I can't blame them since I'm super boring, but still, like, I'm saying everything for nothing, and that's kinda sad. What is it that some people have that I'm lacking? That quality that just ropes people in... I'd say it was saying a lot in a few words, but I tried that and people told me to slow down. So now I'm slowing down and they're telling me to speed up? You can never satisfy people. Metal sink is sinking in the Mattel factory while singing about the factors of meddling with medals... OMG, she thinks, when will the new episode be out?! It's like the one thing she looks forward to. Her words, not mine. But even when the episodes are out it's a complete gamble whether they're available for streaming... And who the hell puts mung beans in falafel ?! It was all fucked up and creamy. I a mean its probabbly just mostly in my head mostly...? Whatever man I'm just lucky to be alive. And better mung beans in falafel than surprise cheese hidden inside a chocolate cake. Has that ahhpened? Yeah, man. Minto pinto crackers in ice cream minty flavour the flavour of childhood the first ice cream you ever remember eating which you ate in an underground food court at a broadcasting company when you were maybe 5 or 6. Relatable international experience. On MANDAY SANDAY TUESDAY you're totelly Cute,, yayayayy juiejkwecnkjfe totaly cute♡ and then you whip the lemon and you whip it real hard with the blood raspberries in the gothic palace while that thumping scared rabbit music just echoes all over the palace and the berries are reflected in the stained glass. HOW DARE YOU DEFY THE SKY-WITCH THE WITCH OF THE SKIES THE ONE OF THE CLOUDY STARRY CELESTE SKY WORLD. But only the DARK sky if it is like cloudy or nighttime or something. When it is sunny day the witch loses conteol and retearts to her bed where she feels all sick and she vomits up the sunshine she was forced to inhale. Sunshine does evil cruel wonders to her system. Can't handle it. Magical capitalism world filled with wonders such as: claw machines, shiny lights, gambling games, cheap ice cream, thigh high socks, giant plushies, headphones, useless posters, plastic bracelets, funnel cakes, and oversized hats. And working and working hahaha as if!! It's just the works. Like a mink in a sewer, oh why would you say that, get the mink out of the sewer, wash it off, yes! Put that little sweetie in a blanket! Nice n toasty. Fluffy fluffy boy! Precious mink! Precious beloved creature! I have to keep talking now because I already started. If you stop, you'll get left behind. Life seems to be about momentum, I guess? Unfortunate, really, since I'm not so great at momentum. And why keep going when there's nothing to keep going for? Not living, I mean, just - just words. He was sitting in a tree, his leg was really smooth - that;s because of the pants that were, like, what's that material called, the one that's shiny and a little bit silky but thicker and not that silky? Ugh, you wouldn't know. Yeah, no thatnks, I don't wanna eat it, but what's it made of? You must've coated it in one of those powders, the really salty powders like what's it called, GMO or MSG or something... yeah, so that dries it out but also makes it floppy? Interesting! So when you bind it with the meat, it binds intot he meat and acts as a seam of sorts... very, very fascinating. Too bad that I'm vegetarian. What, you didn't know? For a really long time, yeah. Hah! As if it has anything to do with being nice! Oh, her? Yeah, it's strange. She was in her room trying on all these fluffy sweaters, face creams, holding little items... of course she was really cute but I've never seen her like this before. Do you think it's the media influence? Because, yeah, she's kind of out-of-touch. Stop that, it isn't even Thursday! It was Thursday, right? Whatever. WHAT EVER.

#Words of text

[notphyti]

Happiness is...

Standing at the counter with your father, eating the last of the ice cream out of a tub with the serving spoons you used to heap the rest of it into a pie shell.

#it’s an ice cream cake for your mother #because she doesn’t like real cake but loves ice cream cake #and he remembered to get the cheap chocolate #because she doesn’t like her ice cream too creamy #posititvity #happiness #little moments #it was really nice and I felt like sharing #hope you have a good day

[littlefreya]

Vanilla Milkshake

Summer: Henry and a long time friend hangout at their usual spot when things turn chaotic because of an innocent misunderstanding...

Prompted by:  

 Oooh Freyaaaa I just *need* some scene featuring Henry and ofc drinking milkshake. 

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Unamed OFC (no description of ethnicity or body type).

Word count: 1.7K

Warnings: RPF, major fluff, friends to lovers, sexual innuendo, mild seduction, sex talk, an unwanted boner, Henry being a boomer, Henry having a meltdown. 

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own.*

A/N: So, first thing first, thanks @agniavateira for quickly beta’ing my work! And of course thanks @the-soot-sprite for bouncing ideas with me and being an emotional support. Decided to go with friends for lovers because I live for that stuff. Also, I am aware that “Milkshake” can be interpreted in several ways but for the sake of the story I went with that particular reference. Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics

Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed.  🖤

Title: Vanilla Milkshake

“I swear, this diner looks like Barbie had an orgasm all over the place.” A whimsical grin sliced between Henry’s marble cheeks. Eyeing the pastel-esque surroundings, he huffed scornfully and adjusted the cap over his nest of unruly curls. 

“Remind me again why we always meet here, young lady?”

Staring at the beastly man who barely managed to squeeze into the plastic-pink faux leather booth, she couldn’t help but chuckle. Henry carried himself with something that was both eloquent yet unmistakably feral, reminding her of a burly forest creature. Sturdy tree trunks stood for limbs, torso, and shoulders—the widths of icy mountains and a blanket of thick fur coated the entirety of his body, deeming him a dangerous bear. 

No wonder he preferred himself clean-shaven. The sharpened edge of a razor kept him a cut away from becoming ‘Henry the Barbarian’. 

Seeing him surrounded by pastel and sparkly fairy dust brought far more joy than she could ever imagine. The utter look of contempt gleamed on the surface of his shifty eyes. 

Oh, by God, how much he hated glitter!

“And what would you know about Barbie’s orgasms?” she teased with a crooked eyebrow and a comical suspicious glare. 

Readjusting his cap over the messy mane of chocolate curls, Henry offered a terrible wink and shrugged, “a gentleman never tells.”

Her fingers rapped on her thigh while she contemplated whether to allow this naughty joke slide, but then the urge to provoke him was far too great. After briefly chewing on the inside of her cheek, she broke into a wicked grin.

“Is that… like a role play you have with the missus? She’s Barbie, and you’re G.I.Joe? Because I kinda don’t want to hear about it, but then I kinda do.”

Henry’s smile gradually faded along with the playful glee in his eyes, his melancholic gaze dropping to the sparkly table. He slumped into a heavy sigh, “If by missus, you mean ‘Miss Hand’, then no… not really.”

Dumbfounded, she frowned at Henry with confusion when then it struck her; a sense of incredible embarrassment drained the blood from her head to her gut.

“Oh…”

“Yep.” Henry blurted and grabbed the menu, pretending to be incredibly interested in the kids’ meal options. 

Just in time to rescue them from a prolonged awkward silence, the waitress arrived with their order, serving Henry a hot cup of double espresso while she received a tall glass of a luscious vanilla milkshake. 

“Enjoy your drinks, guys!” the waitress smiled sweetly and kept her eyes glued to Henry as she walked away. But the gloss of the waitress’ flirtatious excitement was lost on him; drenched with greed, Henry’s blue sapphires were fixated on the generous scoops of ice cream and the dark chocolate swirls that decorated his companion’s dessert. 

“Henry, my eyes are up here!” she provoked and grabbed the straw between two fingers while throwing an amused glance at his simple cup of coffee. Henry followed her gaze and scoffed before raising the cup to his mouth and blowing to cool his drink.

The way his lips pursed together and his finger stroked the ceramic surface did not escape her observation. A sudden tingle swam down the length of her spine once it resonated in her mind that kind, charming, and beastly Henry was now single. Here they were, long time buddies, but now sitting together felt less comfortable than before. Her limbs felt like pins and needles while staring directly at his eyes was as risky as staring at the sun.  

“Cheers,” Henry mumbled and took a sip from his cup. 

Almost jolting in her seat, she stiffened and then grabbed her straw.

“Cheers.”

Giggles came from the other side of the diner. Among the retro gumball machines and rounded plastic bar stools, the waitress and a colleague leaned against the counter and stared at Henry, who turned his head for a brief moment and tipped his head.

Their giggles turned even louder.

She frowned. 

“So, have you been single for a while?” she heard herself asking with a rather urgent tone. Right away, a look of contrition crept on her face as she regretted her verbal onslaught and lack of sensitivity. 

Henry directed his gaze back to her and watched as she slowly sipped from the milkshake and then suckled the cream off her mouth. 

Absentmindedly, he licked his lips. “Since May. How about you, weren’t you with…?”

“No, ended, dodged a bullet.” she spat and pumped the straw up and down the thick beverage. “My milkshake brings all the boys… except it doesn't.” she sighed.

Henry frowned and shook his head with confusion. “What? You never told me you make your own milkshake. How come I never had some?” 

Her face abruptly froze, her eyes rounded with surprise before she snorted so loudly the waitresses stopped their whispering.

“Umm… Hen?” she called out, trying to hold herself from bursting into chuckles as her friend accidentally asked for a very sexual favour, “you honestly don’t know what ‘milkshake’ is slang for...?”

“Uh…”

“Omg, you’re such a boomer.” 

“No, I was born in ‘83! I’m a millennial. But please, indulge me.” he begged and crossed his arms together.

Clearing her throat loudly, she did her best to fight the wicked grin that stretched on her already painful cheeks and wrapped her fist around the straw. “So you know... how… certain male bodily fluids are sometimes white and creamy...? And when you perform a certain motion it’s like you’re shaking it…?”

Henry blinked and became silent. An unbidden rush of blood pooled at his groin as he watched her thumb graze over the tip of the straw and her fist pumping it into the smooth liquid in a slow, gentle motion. Wickedness glazed her eyes, but he tried to dismiss it as nothing but their usual playful banter; yet his adam’s apple bobbed up and down while his shoulder tensed at the oddly arousing sight of her performing a sinful act on a milkshake. 

There was an unmistakable stir in his cock and for once, he was thankful for narrow spaces as it hid his predicament.

Leaning forward, she opened her mouth and swirled her tongue around the straw. She went deliberately slow, making him watch while she playfully licked and suckled the tip until finally wrapping her lips around it and taking a generous sip.

Henry gawked utterly smitten, unaware that his jaw was nearly at the floor.

And to make things worse, she moaned—not too loud—but definitely enough to make his shaft harden more.

She wasn’t sure what stirred this whimsical boost of confidence, only that seeing the large, handsome man pale at her provocations made her feel like the most powerful woman on earth. She also gathered she’d regret it forever and a day once they’ll part ways, but it was too late for that now.

Gingerly she pulled back, though not before allowing a single drop of cream to trickle down the corner of her lips.

“Oops,” she smirked casually, wiping the cream with her fingertip and sucking it clean. 

“Please stop…” 

It was then when she noticed that Henry’s playful mien was all but gone. Far from amused, he glowered with a clenched jaw. “If you’re going to keep doing that, I’ll have to leave,” he stated matter-of-factly. 

A rush of panic made her freeze in her spot, the same needles that pricked her skin were now setting jolts of electric bursts. “I’m so sorry, I crossed the line,” she said and covered her mouth with shame, “did I offend you? Do you want me to leave?”

“What? No, no, not at all.” Henry’s voice softened right away, and he reached a hand in the air, as if trying to stop her from leaving. The last thing he wanted now is for her to think he is angry with her. If anything, he wished they could spend more time together, not because of his obvious arousal, but because for the first time in a long while, he was having fun.

Still, she looked at him so utterly distraught.  

“Then…?” 

Henry scanned the diner as if trying to make sure no one was staring or taking any photo and then shifted in his seat uncomfortably. His eyes altered between his spread thighs and her several times, trying to signal toward his… trouble.

“Oh...” she gaped. 

An odd sense of pride began to permeate her chest, battling over the burning embarrassment that flamed up her neck and cheeks. At this point, she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to feel, only that it was definitely the most awkward hangout they had to date. 

Problem was, she never knew when to shut up. 

“Is little Henry hungry?”

Hearing those words, his brows dropped to an irritated sulk. “There is nothing little about it.”

“Ha! Prove it!”

It was as if the entire diner and perhaps the world fell into silence. Had the clatter of the dishes being washed in the back kitchen not rung their ears, she would have thought she grew suddenly deaf. 

“I didn’t mean it… sorry, I’ll stop,” she mumbled slowly and pressed her fingers to her mouth while shaking her head at her stupid behaviour. That was it, this was to be the last afternoon she would ever hang out with Henry and right now, she couldn’t even bring herself to look at him.

Henry chewed onto the inside of his cheeks, trying to stop the words that came faster than his thoughts.

“You didn’t?... Because I’ll definitely be up for proving...”

She blinked at his words and tilted her head, hoping that he won’t notice the wild tremors that shook her limbs, “What was that?” 

“I... yes? No?...I… fuck!” 

Henry lowered his head and slapped his palms across his face, rubbing back and forth with an utter meltdown while mumbling, “Forgive me,” a couple of times. He couldn’t care less of what the waitresses or whoever was watching would think of him; all he cared about was to make her feel comfortable around him again and maybe… even make her like him?

“Henry?”

Soft and warm her voice called to him, slowly pulling him from his anguish like a sailor being rescued from a sunken ship. His blue sapphires shone, an ocean of confusion and anxiety still pooling within while he peered back at her face that was now smiling at him a mixture of comfort and exhilaration. 

“Would you like some of my milkshake?”

#henry cavill #henry cavill rpf #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill fanfiction

[getlostsquidward]

Love You for A Long Time

Hange Zoë x gn!reader

A/N: This is my first time writing for one of my fave anime characters<3 Just some self-indulgent fluff after I rewatched AoT, and man did that last ep left me nostalgic and sad. I consider this as a kind of consolation before I see that animated. LOL :D *ugly cries*

Summary: Nothing new, just Hange and you being oblivious idiots and Levi (disgusted and) tired of it.

The busy and chaotic crowd of the Marleyan port astounded everyone. There were all sorts of… everything, all new, strange, and odd to your eyes–or that’s just because this is your first time venturing the world outside the walls, the world on the other side of the ocean.

As Onyankopon welcomes the group, a… cart? passed through his back, the metal black and shiny which captured everyone’s attention. You were thinking too hard about what could it be, it perfectly resembles a carriage but without a horse pulling it to move. Connie thinks it’s a horse; Sasha thinks it’s a cow, but you just can’t place what it is. The third one to speak was Hange, saying that it’s called a car, and started calling for it. The three idiots began running towards it, shouting for it to come back.

You were sure that this may be the first time in quite some time that Commander Hange had that expression on her face, making you think back on old times when they’ve discovered something new or interesting about the titans. Not that you were staring at the Commander every chance you get.

The longing look and the broad smile on your lips haven’t gone unnoticed by Captain Levi.

–

“Here! You guys have to try this too!” Jean excitedly squealed, the so-called ice cream on hand.

You’d lie if you said you weren’t intrigued by the sweetened cold food, so you, along with Mikasa and Armin got one for yourselves as well. Looking back, you saw your superiors watching you act like a child from a distance. You cleared your throat and asked the salesman for another one.

“You should try this too, Hange-san,” you offered bashfully. Lowering your head, you wait for the Commander to take the ice cream from your hand.

“Oh?”

She doesn’t. Instead, they held your hand, and then slowly brought the creamy treat closer to their mouth so she can taste it. They pretty much had the same reaction as the rest of you, marveling at the flavor. Your cheeks heated up, in contrast with the chilly dessert, with how Hange doesn’t let go of your hand, still clasped in hers.

Connie called you to go try another food with them, interrupting–or rather, bursting your little bubble with the scientist. He didn’t wait for you to answer, disappearing in the sea of people.

“Hange-san, you can take it. I-I got this for you.”

“Thank you, Y/N.”

With that, you ran off to follow your friends, leaving Hange, Levi, and Onyankopon behind. “Tch. Oi, four eyes. Put us all out of our misery and just admit it already,” the Captain commented, with the never faltering bored (and mildly irritated) expression on his face.

Onyankopon chuckled. “Both of you are absolutely smitten with each other, Hange.”

“What? I don’t like Y/N!” the Commander denied, hiding her blushing face with the briefcase in their other hand. “Why would you even say that? No, really- did they say they like me?”

Onyankopon scratched his head while Levi only sighed, totally not surprised with Hange’s reaction. “They’re perfect for each other. They’re both dense.”

­–

Everything happened so fast–or was it just because the world is spinning? You swear you remember meeting the Azumabitos and then rushing out to find Eren– and now you were here barfing your guts out to the basin taking turns with Sasha. Although not directly in front of you, the light from the lamp that you caught in your peripheral was still too bright for you.

You tried to cover the light to focus on who arrived, your blurry gaze (kinda) focusing on one person only. “Hange danchou…” you murmured, still unsure of who you were seeing.

Sasha heard you, messily wiping her mouth on the back of her hands. “Sorry… We forgot to invite you guys…” she grunted, before laying down and finally succumbing to sleep.

You were sure that Captain Levi was sputtering his disgust on the sight of the tent, all filthy and foul for his clean-freak ass, but you couldn’t care less. Your eyes were still trailing on the beautiful Commander as she approached, kneeling beside you. Making sure there are no remaining remnants of vomit on your mouth, you raised your hand, ready to wipe it with the back of your hand when Hange caught your wrist. You looked at her confusedly.

She sighed, taking the handkerchief from her pocket. You sat there dumbfounded- or rather spaced out, as they wipe the edges of your mouth clean. “Y/N, look at you. You’re such a mess right now… but you’re my mess.” Hange whispered, but the last bit was undiscernible in your state of mind. After mumbling a low ‘thanks’, a yawn escaped your mouth; your eyelids getting heavier by the minute. The Commander didn’t know when was the exact moment your sleeping figure has rested on her lap­–all they know is how peaceful you look in your sleep, your lashes fluttering ever so slightly.

She tucked some stray hairs that littered your face, thumb caressing your cheek. As she gazed at you, Hange could only wish for time to stand completely still.

#hange zoe #hange zoe x reader #hange x you #hanji zoë #attack on titan hanji #commander hanji #aot imagines #aot fluff #aot hange #snk x reader #snk x you

[amerrierworld]

Rich & Creamy

request: Hey, can you write another fanfic similar to Naughty List? Something that’s like dom Carol again and female reader. Maybe Carol could take the reader out to dinner instead. Could this also be a really steamy smut? Basically smut in a public place haha. Thanks ;)

Summary: Carol takes you out, and gives you something sweeter than a diner meal.

Characters: Carol Aird x you

Word Count: 1,715

Warnings: sMUT! you know the deal; dom!Carol incoming, food innuendo and public sex/masturbation (?) :)

“Mrs Aird.. I don’t know if I can afford these meals,” you admitted as you stared, wide-eyed at your menu. It was an exclusive diner that the blonde had taken you to, and you felt inadequate, even while wearing the best outfit you had in your closet.

“Nonsense, this is my treat,” she puffed her cigarette, “get whatever you like. Really.”

“And how many times must I say to call me Carol,” she added, giving you a pointed but teasing look.

You blushed and buried your nose in the menu. Carol chuckled at your demeanour and calmly sipped her martini. 

Eventually you decided on the soup of the day; a delicious broccoli soup that was three times the price of what you expected broccoli soup to be. Carol nodded in approval as you ordered, 

“Their soups are always delicious,” she commented as the waiter walked away. “Always the perfect amount of thickness, and creaminess.”

Your face flushed with heat, and you sucked in a hard breath. Carol, on the other hand, seemed unaffected, putting out her cigarette in the ashtray.

“What did you get again?” you asked, having forgotten her order after working yourself up to order your own meal.

“The chicken breast,” she said, again not seeing the way you reacted to her words, “apparently it’s quite succulent, I’ve heard.”

“Oh.. how nice,” you managed to say, squirming in your seat.

At that point, Carol’s eyes flickered down to your body for a split second before meeting your gaze again, a smile growing on her face. You wondered if she was simply feeling bad for how uncomfortable you were in such a high-end diner.

You chatted a little while longer, tension easing a little as you discussed normal topics. Carol was an elegant, confident and well put-together woman in her prime, and you absorbed everything she said and did like a sponge. 

Your meals arrived perfectly on time, and you groaned at the smell as the plates were set down. Carol stared at you a moment, but you didn’t notice as you dug in. It was a wonderful soup, thick and delicious. The sounds you were making were hardly lady-like, and you slurped loudly on one particular spoonful.

Carol was cutting into the chicken, and you could see the rich juices flowing from the meat,

“That looks really juicy,” you commented. She raised an eyebrow.

“It does, doesn’t it. Do you like your breast that way, too?”

Realizing what you had said, you blushed, spoon nearly clattering back in your bowl. 

“Oh, no.. I meant..” Carol merely smiled at you, beginning to eat and leaving you with your own dirty thoughts.

You got dessert as well, two bowls of ice cream, because Carol insisted on the top quality of their desserts. You took your time with this meal, because it was more delicious than any ice cream you had ever had. 

You were still working through the meal, commenting on the beautiful flavours, whereas Carol had finished long before you. And watching you eat like that, with seemingly no shame in how you looked or what sounds you were making, it was making her very, very aroused.

Her foot suddenly, slowly, brushed against your leg, making you stutter. She had taken off her heel and her toes pressed against you with no issues at all.

“Shh, Y/N,” she shushed you, sipping her martini like it was the easiest thing to make you come undone. Which it was. 

“Carol- what.. what are you..” your eyes glanced around the diner, worried about anyone seeing you lose your cool.

“Hush, baby,” Carol drawled, her foot inching higher, “does it feel good?”

You dug your spoon forcefully into your ice cream as her toe rubbed against a sensitive spot along your thigh, and you nodded weakly. She grinned,

“Good girl. Want me to keep going?”

“What if someone sees?”

“No one will see. Don’t you trust me?”

You bit your lip, trying to act normal as you lifted the spoon up to your mouth again, your hand shaking uncontrollably. Carol seemed to be enjoying this sight of you immensely, and didn’t hesitate to press her toes against your clit, through your panties. You nearly choked. 

“That’s it,” she urged, “don’t be too suspicious now, hm?”

She rubbed in agonizingly slow circles, behaving as normally as possible, continuing your conversation from before. You squirmed in your seat, wanting more pressure. 

Then it stopped. 

Your eyes snapped up to Carol’s, her face neutral, her eyes blazing,

“I asked you a question, Y/N.”

“O-oh, I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“Am I really boring you so much? Tsk, Y/N, please pay attention,” she teased, “I said, what did you think of your soup?”

“Oh,” you breathed, as her toes began rubbing again. She must have incredibly strength in those calves, you thought, “y-yes it was really good.”

“How so?” her voice was low, thick, brimming with desire.

“It-it was..” your breath hitched, but you pressed on, “really rich. L-like, I just couldn’t stop putting it in my mouth.”

You could barely believe what you were saying, but Carol’s eyes darkened and that was enough to make you keep going,

“You were right about the creaminess.. so thick a-and.. addictive,” you gasped, “I wanted to put my whole face in the bowl.”

Then, suddenly, Carol’s foot was gone and she was rising up off of her seat, her coat in hand. She nonchalantly got out and was sliding next to you on your side of the booth. Her perfume enveloped you with how closely she was pressed against you. 

“I want to see you finish yourself off, sweetheart,” her voice was soft, low, and sent shivers through you.

“W-what?” she was putting on her large coat, leaning her arm on the table in a way that shielded you from the rest of the diner. Her head came low and she whispered,

“I won’t ask again.”

You bit your lip, trembling fingers making your way under the waistband of your skirt. Your cunt was dripping and your hand was immediately slippery. Your mouth dropped open and your head leaned back against the booth, your body sliding lower to stretch out your lower half and hide more of you from anyone.

“How wet are you?” Carol asked, her own breathing becoming heavier by the second.

“S-so wet,” you whined.

“Go on. Touch yourself. I want to see your pretty face when you come,” Carol’s voice was like a drug to you, “don’t you want to come for me, baby girl?”

“Yes, please,” you gasped. Your fingers found a familiar rhythm against your wet clit, rubbing hard but desperately trying to keep your noises inside.

“God, if you could see yourself right now,” Carol’s hand reached out to turn along your hairline, tucking some of it behind your ear. She then gripped your chin and forced your gaze to meet hers,

“Do you like this, sweetheart? You enjoy doing whatever I ask, don’t you?”

You nodded, gasping weakly.

“I enjoy it too,” she grinned. “I’d kiss you, but that might make it a little too obvious, wouldn’t it?”

“Oh- Carol,” you wanted her to kiss you so badly, wanted her to smudge her lipstick on your skin, wanted her to mark you, to feel her fingers where her toes had been. Her body was leaning over yours, and you dared a glance at her blouse, which was hanging low, giving you only a glimpse of her bra and the skin underneath. The sight made you rub yourself harder.

“Dirty girl,” Carol scolded, grabbing your trembling thigh with nails digging in through the fabric of your skirt, “just wait until we’re alone.”

The promise of more, to think of her dragging you into her bedroom, in the back of her car, in the bathroom of the diner.. you couldn’t help it. Your fingers increased their speed and suddenly you were flying off the edge, hips stuttering and your mouth hanging open. Carol was inches away from you, grinning at the sight, breathing in your arousal and sweat like oxygen. 

You were sticky everywhere. You were afraid to get up, wondering if you had stained your skirt and the seat below you. But Carol didn’t seem concerned at all.

“Such a good, good girl,” she cooed, “show me your fingers.”

You pulled them out, whimpering softly, showing the sticky remains of your cum. Without hesitating, Carol drew them into her mouth, skilled tongue swiping over each finger. You nearly groaned at the feeling, biting your tongue to keep yourself from making noise.

Once clean, she let you have your hand back, leaning back a bit and sitting face forward again. She reached for the spoon in your bowl of half-melted ice cream, and took a big spoonful,

“Hmm.. very creamy,” she commented, winking at you, “sweet.. but tangy, in the best way. To die for, really.” 

“Y-yeah,” you agreed. “M-maybe you should take some home.”

She turned her head and looked at you, calculating.

“Is that what you want? For me to take some home?”

“I mean.. it seems only fair. M-maybe I could try some.. too?”

“Is that so? You think you could handle this? It can be incredibly addicting you know,” her other hand was still digging into your thigh. You could see her chest heaving up and down. 

Over her shoulder you saw the waiter approaching and you steeled yourself, calming your breathing. 

“You’d be surprised at what I can handle,” you whispered back teasingly. She let out an appreciative chuckle and clearly wanted to reply, if it wasn’t for the innocent, polite waiter coming over with the bill.

Carol paid hurriedly, and you took the chance to rub your own leg against hers. Your skin was hot, sweaty, heated from your orgasm, and you could finally, finally, notice Carol losing her own cool.

“You seem a little overheated,” you commented, feeling more confident now that you had come. The waiter had left and she was grabbing her purse, fixing her hair, “are you sure you don’t want to take some ice cream home?”

Her eyes blazed, pulled you out of the booth, and said,

“There’s plenty of it at home. And you’ll be begging for seconds before the night is done, young lady.”

A/N: I’m going straight to hell, but that’s okay. Love y’all~

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[sly-merlin]

okey dokey! I'm gonna be a father!

Requesting pregnant reader scenarios, wanna see more of the guys’ duality balancing domesticity and impending fatherhood, and running the world, ya know 🙏🏾😎🤔😀 Just throwing the idea out there since you said we could. Y’know things like ‘I’m trying to leave to set up a meeting but her back is sore & she wants ice cream so one of u needs to suddenly be available. now’ & other things ig. I imagined Ty Kun, John Jae or Kun in as leader & probably hc or jaemin as the wife-sitters (lol)

Since you didn’t specify the unit,I did this with the few members from hyung line. This got so long that I ran out of ideas so let me know if you want me to write for some other members.  though j incorporated your ideas but i based it on the concept of them managing the treats in both hands. This is my first time doing reactions so leave some feedback if you wish! Have a nice day everybody.

(7 members) Ft. Taeil, johnny, taeyong, yuta, ten, jaehyun + kun

TAEIL 

"Let me message you back!" Taeil whispered into the phone and raised his body to observe your sleeping form. Your head was securely resting on his arm and he let out a relieved sigh as it was one of the few Lucky days when you were not thrashing around in your sleep. Day after day, you were getting uncomfortable with your heavy belly and all he could ever do was keep you company in your frustrations. He couldn't risk waking you up so he tried his best to complete the task in the painful position. He fidgeted with the phone for it was impossible to handle a 6 inch of metal device with one hand. Struggling with the grip for a few more seconds, he finally managed to send johnny a message regarding the inquiry.

Ask tae He has ab eztra key 2 my ofice.

Maybe he should turn his autocorrect on for situations like this!

Thinking his work was done, he locked the phone. just when he was about to put it on the nightstand on a blind guess, it vibrated again! 

John: He is out! You need to come asap.

He stopped to watch out for any movement from your side and when there was none, he shifted to his phone again.

Nt my pblm. 

He couldn't understand why johnny was being so persistent when everyone was under strict orders to not call him after 10 p.m unless someone was dying!

John: Jungwoo is in trouble with police. I need his fake ID!

Taeil’s scoffed a bit too loudly causing you to stir.  He paused in his actions only to continue when he noticed your even breathing. Weighing the options, he concluded that Jungwoo must have forgotten to pay for the food again or something like that otherwise if it was work related then johnny would have been screaming at his door and not through the phone.

Not his 1st time. dw too much. Jst send him some food so he wont cry like last tym.

He deserved that much punishment! With that he switched the device off and wrapped his arm around your waist, returning to the warmth he got to experience only at night times.

JOHNNY

You were on edge since the day you got yourself tested. You could blame it on the suddenly changing hormones or the never present johnny but one thing was sure that you were missing him more than ever. Johnny on the other hand, avoided going back home for the sole reason of finding himself incapable of taking care of you and his dangerous job. That’s why he had assigned hendery to be at your beck and call. He was a medic and since the other medical emergencies could be handled by xiaojun and renjun, hendery had no problem in spending some time with you. His company was full of funny stories of other members and silly jokes. Despite his endless efforts to distract you, the thought that your daughter’s father was missing the growth of his own child always remained at the back of your head. You couldn’t understand how all of a sudden his workload had increased so much that he barely had any time to even see your face let alone talk to you for a few minutes. But all your worries vanished the day he returned and sarcastically ordered hendery to show his donkey self out of his house to never come back again.

“I managed to prepone some important weapon deals”, he bowed gracefully to acknowledge his own achievements, making you chuckle at him, “and I’ve been rewarded with three months of holidays so I shall be spending these months making up for the lost time and creating new memories” he completed, kissing your forehead.

"I never said I need you 24/7. A few hours at most would do John" you said, knowing how his absence would affect the black neos. 

"Yeah. But then I realised what if my baby girl mistakes hendery for her father. Can't let that happen now yeah!" 

Masked under jokes, you were very well aware of the real reasons behind the toil he had subjected himself to! It was all for you and your baby girl and you knew he would do it again and again even if it meant the end of his life!

TAEYONG

 From sharp cold deadly glare to the dragon tattoo that adorned his neck and arms, fellow criminals had every reason to fear this man. His name, in the underworld, screamed  cursed royalty. But that was Lee taeyong, leader of black neos.

The taeyong standing right in front of you, struggling with multiple boxes of boards was anything but scary. Cladded in baby blue hoodie and black boxers, he was reading the manual, knocking down the structure again and again as he repeatedly found something missing from it. 

"Leave it tae. I can complete this later on. Come and eat now." You whined and suggested while taking bites from the creamy pasta he had prepared earlier. 

"what do you mean i can complete this later on. Do you find me incapable of making a crib?"

Yes you did!

But that was not the answer you could give when he was clearly trying his hardest. It was indeed baffling as to why the man who could assemble a weapon with his left hand was unable to join the pieces of a crib with both!

"No tae. You were out for three days so maybe you are just too tired to concentrate!" You explained in the politest way possible that clearly didn't reach him properly. He let out an audible gasp at what felt for him to be the accusatory tone.

"Eat your pasta and watch me complete this in half an hour! You'd regret saying that to me!"

Why was he the one with mood swings?

Just like other bubbling thoughts, you gulped down this one too and nodded enthusiastically, giving him a thumbs up as if you would never doubt his capabilities.

But you knew, he might have started the task but he was surely not going to be the one to complete it!

YUTA

“How about sakura?” hyuck suggested. Looks of disapproval were exchanged across the room and sound of mark hitting hyuck’s arm resonated in the living room.

“Cliche!” jaehyun laughed.

“Yes. We aren't naming our daughter sakura and that is final. She’s one of a kind and her name should also be!” you announced your arrival in the room and sat on the floor, making yourself comfortable between yuta’s legs. He wrapped his arms around your belly before leaning his neck to greet you with a sweet cheek kiss.

“Yes. What y/n wants, y/n gets. No sakura!” he held his one hand up in the air, forbidding any further discussion on the name.

"That's not fair!" Hyuck whined only to be dismissed by a wave from you.

"Just because it's not hyuck's choice doesn't mean that you have got right to choose by yourself. The baby is a part of this family so we get to decide what's best for her!" Ten exclaimed loudly getting everyone’s attention.

“How about ayaka?” kun suggested, entering the room with a trolley full of snacks. As the recommendations poured in, the snacks were passed to everyone. Days like these were rare and from the past two months, these rare days were spent daydreaming about the very first child in the black neos house.

“Akira? It’s quite universal you know.” mark joined in, reading the meaning of the name in different cultures and languages.

“Haru”

“No kai!” 

Somewhere in the conversation, yuta’s hands had travelled from your tummy to your sides. He knew the little brushes of his fingers had started to work on you as you swatted his hand away with yours. It only encouraged him and he tickled you on your sides more and more, getting the desired reaction. Your body being more sensitive and responsive than usual, you wiggled in his arms and squealed loudly enough to get everyone’s attention. Suddenly his hands stopped as he heard a whiny shout.

“Why are you bugging her?” hyuck hollered, “can’t you sit still for once? Let her breathe for a freaking second. You wanna tickle! Tickle me. Come tickle me but Don’t bother her!” 

You were aware of hyuck’s sudden outbursts of protection for you but this was truly something new! And you new tickles were not the reasoning behind his irritation. Sakura was!

“Le-let’s play a game”, kun interrupted before haechan’s frustration would land him into some trouble with the elder, “we’ll write all the suggestions into paper and whichever y/n chooses would be final. How does it sound?” 

Everyone hummed along to the idea. Looking over at Hyuck, you noticed a sudden glint in his eyes that spoke trouble. He was clearly planning something evil and until it was all fun and games, you had no trouble for his intentions.

“Since when did you get a bodyguard hmm?” yuta whispered, planting another wet kiss on your right cheek. 

“Yua.” you said.

“What?”

“We are naming her yua! When are you gonna tell them that i’ve already decided!” leaning backwards, you said in a hushed voice meant only for his ears.

“When they are tired enough to play any more games. Till then, let’s have fun. Look at hyuck, he’s surely gonna cheat and mark and renjun are going to strangle him.” yuta chuckled against your ear, making you laugh again. Life was good!

TEN

“Xiaojun! Xiaojun! Show yourself you good for nothing potato!” you winced at the volume of ten’s voice. Even though he was outside the room, his vocals were irritating. But you held your tongue from scolding him as he was the only one you could rely on at the moment. 

“Xia-

“Did bella bite you again? why are you shouting at-” xiaojun squinted at the wall clock and adjusted his glasses, “at 5:30a.m?”

“Half of the world is up you hibernating bear! y/n is craving ice-cream. You know better than to refuse her so go to her. Your service starts right now.” 

Xiaojun scoffed and remained glued to the stairs. Ten raised a brow questioning him but instead of answering him xiaojun came up with one of his own.

“And why aren’t you going?” 

“Switchblade prince is called so I gotta go. I don’t think you want her to wait!.”

Xiaojun groaned when ten shot him a wink and left the living room. Of course he had no trouble in tending to your demands which as a medic, he understood very well but ten’s cockiness wasn’t something he was ever ready to handle.

“y/n! What does our prince wanted to eat this early in the morning?” he smiled at you, plopping down on the edge of the bed.

“Apples and bananas.” 

“I meant what ice cream flavour do you want?”

“Ice cream? Who said ice cream? I want bananas.” you answered him, confused at his confusion!

It was only then that xiaojun realised that switchblade prince was never called in the first place. Ten had fled. Due to fruits! He was contemplating as to what extent he should be manipulating ten’s words while telling you about his betrayal when you spoke up.

“Umm. i guess we can eat mint chocolate as well. I’ll eat a banana chocolate sandwich first then we can both watch a movie and finish the ice cream. What do you say?”

Ok!  Maybe revenge could wait. Ice cream would be a priority here! 

JAEHYUN

If your husband was cocky, you were seriously too many steps ahead of him and it has taken only 10 days for jaemin to realise that you were just jae's cup of tea and no one else's, at least not as a 4 months pregnant woman. 

"Why are you sitting on the floor?" Jaehyun laughed at jaemin sprawled on the floor like a toddler. 

"Noona screamed at me" jaemin mumbled, hiding his face in his neck.

"Oh jaemin! Why did she do it? Were you teasing her again. You know that she doesn't take sarcasm too we-

"No. She threw up the food i made for her and that too thrice since yesterday. I got angry so i told her to eat up or else i won't be making anymore for her. She threw the pillow at me and ordered me to never talk to her again! I mean it's not like i was showing real anger! She's hungry since yesterday. If she won't eat up then she'd be sick. What did I do wrong! Now I made her favourite pasta and she won't open the door for me."

Jaehyun sighed and crouched down to jaemin's level. He knew your emotions weren't in your control anymore but jaemin wasn't wrong either. He was just doing what was right for you and unintentionally, you had ended up hurting the poor boy. Jaehyun patted jaemin's hair before he told him to inform taeyong about his possible absence from the upcoming meetings and activities.

"You can't do that." Jaemin said the obvious.

"Do you want her to eat or not!" Jaemin frantically nodded at him before running off to the main office.

Heating up the pasta, jaehyun made his way to your shared bedroom in black neos. 

"Baby open up it's me!" He knocked at the door and hearing his voice,you immediately opened it. 

"You are here!" You exclaimed, feeling beads of moisture in the corner of your eyes.

"Aww. Now is not the time to cry." He cooed, entering the room with the tray. Placing it on the coffee table, he turned around and hugged you just the way he missed you.

"I'm sorry for being occupied and only coming back at night. But I'm here for a few days so let's get you all happy like a seal!" He laughed, ruffling your hair.

"I-i yelled at jaemin for no reason." You confessed not being aware that he was already filled in by the younger boy. 

"You wanna apologize?" You nodded as he squished your cheeks in his hands and leaned in to kiss your pouty lips. 

"Later on! Now's the time for evening lunch and getting this food in your tummy without it backfiring!" 

You laughed at how smoothly he eased your worries. After eating properly, you apologised to jaemin which he accepted but not before crying like a little boy he was!

Bonus :

KUN

"Yangyang what the heck are you doing near y/n. I told you to keep your meaningless books away from her!" Kun felt like his blood pressure would shot up anytime soon.

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh really? What's the book that you are reading to her?"

"How to walk like a pro when you are only 2 months old! I want the baby to be high class like me."

Kun's hands found refuge in his hair as he groaned at the boy. Now he needed to read all the books that could possibly reverse yangyang's teachings.

"There is no such book available."

"Yeah that's why i wrote it by myself. Pulled an all nighter but when the baby would start walking at only 2 months of age, you'd thank me!"

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[halcyonstorm]

Buttered Popcorn

“In the trip to Marley, I imagine Onyankopon would tell Levi and Hange to go to the movies, because he thought Hange would love it. (I imagine they would go without Onyankopon) So, in the cinema, at the beginning when the lights of the projector turn on she would be super excited and Levi would hush her.  And well, the movie would begin… (I don’t care the genre) and I imagine they would get a little close, maybe arms touching? But then the typical romance scene would appear, with the actors kissing, and so they would get conscious of the situation, Levi would get awkward and separate from Hange, and I don’t know anymore. I think it can be funny, fluffy and whatever you feel like :)”

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Hi! Thank you for leaving me a submission! I altered what you said a little bit, but I hope it’s still enjoyable. Some of the movies I added are recent, so just please disregard that the movies definitely came out after their lifetime. I really enjoyed writing this, so thank you!

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Marley was hustling and bustling. Every weekend, markets would open up and merchants would gather in the center of the city to sell their items. All sorts of items, including fruit, jewelry, books, liquor, ice cream, and even animals. Today was the day that the 104 was able to forget about Titans for a little while. Onyankapon decided to take advantage of that. 

“Hey, Levi,” Onyankapon whispered, touching his upper back, gesturing for Levi to walk with him. He pulled him away from Hange for a moment. Hange was purchasing something at a stall. “The kids are going to that restaurant down the block for an early supper.” He gestured towards the road behind them. “You and Hange should go on a date.”

Levi scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Why would you ask me, specifically, to go on a date with her?”

“Cut the crap, Levi. We all know you like her,” Onyankapon said. Levi shot him a death glare, which made Onyankapon’s shoulders tense. They walked a little further while Levi contemplated his decision.

“…Fine. I’ll keep her company to make sure she doesn’t wander off,” Levi agreed. Onyankapon smiled wide.

“Great! There is a cinema down the block on the right side. You should take her there. I’m sure she’d love it.” Did he already plan our date? Levi asked himself.

“What’s a cinema?”

“It’s where you sit in a big theater and a movie is shown on the screen. You can buy all sorts of food too. There are a ton of showings. Horror, romance, comedy, action; You should go with her and decide. They’re showing movies at all times of the day.”

Levi nodded in understanding. Where was the Commander, anyways?

“The movies…” he muttered to himself. He, himself, had never seen a movie before. He figured Hange would enjoy it. Plus, he could spend some alone time with her. 

Levi turned his head to look behind him. He narrowed his brows. “Where’d Hange go?” He asked aloud, noticing Onyankapon disappeared as well. He began pushing through the flow of the crowd to find her. He was starting to panic. His heart rate started to pick up, adrenaline coursing through his veins. This new city was enormous compared to their little island of Paradis. She’d be gone, forever stuck in enemy territory. It was then he suddenly noticed Onyankapon from his tall stature, who must’ve stopped walking with Levi at some moment in which he couldn’t quite remember. He was standing casually, chatting with someone. He jogged over to him and found Hange. Levi rolled his eyes.

“Hange, stay with the group,” Levi enunciated. Hange just smiled, pushing out a wafer cone with a creamy substance on top.

“Try this!” She said. Levi was confused. After a moment of him just staring at it, she took his hand, placed his fingers around the cone, and let go. “Try it. It’s good.”

Hange had a cone for herself. “It’s called ice cream. This is vanilla. It’s so sweet and creamy and cold and soooooooo good!!”

Levi bent his head down towards the cone, awkwardly opening his mouth to lick it. The woman-you’re-in-love-with’s hand touching yours can be very convincing after all. An eyebrow raised in interest.

“Mm… Not bad.” Levi noticed Onyankapon was staring at him. He kept weirdly shaking his head towards Hange and clearing his throat. Is he okay? he asked himself. Levi shook his head quickly at him, as if to ask what the fuck?

Onyankapon rolled his eyes dramatically, patting Hange’s back. “I’ve gotta use the bathroom. Levi, keep an eye on Hange.” He winked at Levi. Levi is so fucking dense, Onyankapon thought to himself, passing by them to find a bathroom. Oh. That’s why he was acting funny, Levi thought to himself.

Hange started walking next to Levi, licking her ice cream. She really likes it, Levi thought to himself. It made him happy. He figured now was the only appropriate time to ask her out… He had to make it as casual as possible. He felt his heart start to race and his hands begin to shake. It wasn’t a big deal. We are just hanging out like we usually do. Then he thought maybe he didn’t have to even say anything. He can lead them to the cinema and somehow draw her attention that she’ll ask him. Yep. That’s what he was going to do.

“Let’s go this way,” Levi said, grabbing her wrist gently. He didn’t want to lose her in the crowd, knowing how her attention span can be short at times. Hange was really grateful to be spending the day with him and that he wanted to spend it with her.

The pair got through the crowd in the center of the city. They passed some stalls on the outskirts when he finally noticed the cinema. There was a huge red and white sign at the top. There were black letter cards that read multiple movie titles, including “Psycho”, “The Wizard of Oz”, “The Godfather”, and “The Best Years of Our Lives.” There was a ticket booth in the center with glass doors on either side. Levi had finished his ice cream cone and had a wrapper remaining. Hange finished too. Great, he thought. There’s a trash can right by the cinema. I’ll go over there, draw her attention this way, and she’ll invite me to go in. 

“I’ll take your wrapper,” he said, putting his hand out. 

“It’s okay, I got it,” Hange replied.

“Give it to me,” he said sternly. Hange chuckled nervously. 

“Okay. There’s a trash can right there on the left,” she said, pointing in the opposite way of the cinema. 

“I see one over there. I’ll throw it out there.” He had already walked towards the cinema before she could respond. There weren’t many people on this street, so Hange had a clear view of Levi.

“Oh! Levi!” Hange started walking quickly over to him. “Onyankapon told me about the cinema… Let’s go watch a movie!” Levi smirked to himself.

“I guess,” he replied, being coy. My plan worked.

Hange seemed to light up once they walked in the building. It was very pretty inside. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, huge movie posters propped on easels, and there were red and yellow flashing lights around each theater room which also lined the floor. The smell of butter filled their nostrils. 

“What’s that smell?” Hange asked aloud, walking towards the counter.

“Popcorn!” the employee responded. “Would you like some?” Hange looked behind the lady, noticing a huge red glass box with yellow and white kernels inside.

“Yes! Large.” The employee smiled, starting to fill a large bucket with popcorn. Hange suddenly had a burst of energy. “What movie do you want to see?” She asked Levi.

“Hmm… Half of them sound boring.”

“I’ll pick,” Hange nodded.

The employee handed them their bucket. Hange’s eyes widened and glistened. It smelt so good. There were a few wet pieces at the top, fresh with drizzled butter and the salt glistened in the light. The bucket was very warm.

“Which movie would you two like to see?” she asked.

“Hmm… Psycho,” Hange replied. “I’m not sure what it’s about, but I like the sound of it!” 

The employee grinned, handing her the tickets. “I hope you enjoy!”

“Thanks!!”

Hange happily walked down the hallway with the bucket of popcorn. She offered some to Levi. He was stubborn, but Hange insisted he tried it. As it turns out, he loved it. It was salty and buttery, but a light snack. It was perfect for movies.

They found the movie theater their movie was playing. It was completely dark in the room, except for the bright screen. Hange gasped.

“Whoa!” She exclaimed. “This screen is HUGE!”

“If you eat that entire thing, something else will be huge later too.”

Hange chuckled. “Oh, Levi…” She seemed like she was gonna continue, but she didn’t. “Let’s sit up there!” Before Levi looked her way, she was already climbing the stairs up to the higher chairs. Levi passively agreed, following her. He thought she looked very handsome today. He enjoyed seeing her in a suit.

She picked a seat in the middle, weeding her way through. She finally sat down with a plop.

“I’m so excited!” Hange whispered loudly, smiling wide. Levi’s heart swelled at the sight. 

“Just keep it down,” Levi said endearingly, taking the popcorn from her. Hange was staring at the screen, eyes wide in excitement. “I have no idea what it’s about!!”

Levi felt the urge to kiss her right there. After all, no one would see. It was dark and people were mumbling amongst themselves. No one would be able to see them here. He, however, held back his urge.

The small lights on the walls around them dimmed, hinting that the movie was starting. Creepy music started playing. Hange’s grin was still ear-to-ear, eyes wide. She was loudly munching on popcorn. Levi shushed her, grabbing some popcorn with his hand. It was unlike him, but he shoved it in his mouth. He wasn’t gonna tell her that he loved it (unless she asked, of course).

The movie began. It was beginning with a lady stealing money and driving away in a car, not knowing someone has been stalking her. She had bought a new car and changed her look, trying to ward the guy off. It started to get really creepy after this. She was in a motel room, beginning to strip. Hange felt extremely awkward, as did Levi. This feeling, however, quickly dissipated. She got in the shower, and the creepy man broke into her room, starting to slowly make his way to her bathroom. When they showed his dagger, Hange gasped.

“Oh my god! She’s gonna die!” Hange whispered loudly to Levi.

“No, she’s not,” Levi said, but definitely lying. He was getting nervous too.

Suddenly, it happened. The man whipped open the shower curtains, stabbing the lady in the shower to death. She screamed bloody murder, pun intended.

Levi and Hange screamed. Hange was sure that he never screamed in his life until now. A few others screamed in the audience as well. Levi unintentionally grabbed Hange’s hand, still a bit greasy from the popcorn. 

“I told you she was gonna die!” Hange nagged, her voice normal now.

“Well, I didn’t expect them to show it on screen!” Levi replied whispering. 

“I am NEVER showering again!” Hange whispered loudly.

“It’s not like you shower to begin with!” Levi replied back to her. Someone loudly shushed them in the audience. Hange giggled softly.

“Maybe you’ll just have to knock me out again.”

Their hands remained laced throughout the entire movie, Hange accidentally squeezing way too hard when a scary scene was shown. Levi blushed each time this happened. He really liked holding her hand. It turns out that this movie was on a whole other level of fucked up, but it was right up Hange’s alley. She loved crazy shit like this. Levi was starting to get weirded out but every time he looked at Hange, that feeling went away. Finally, the movie ended, and the credits rolled out. People in the audience were clapping. Hange made a questionable face at Levi before softly clapping her hands together. Levi placed his hand on her chin and turned her face towards him. 

“You have something on your cheek,” Levi said. He grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket, inspecting her face.

“Oh, it’s probably popcorn,” Hange chuckled, her cheeks flushing red. Thank God the room was still a bit dark.

He started to smush the kerchief on her cheek, trying to rub off the butter. He was looking at her so intricately, so carefully. The lights started to brighten the room again. They were almost alone in the theater. 

“There you go,” Levi said, folding his dirty kerchief and placing it in his pocket. Hange was feeling adventurous today. He got her all hot and bothered by staring so beautifully at her face. 

“You’ve got something on your face, too,” Hange said nervously. Levi knitted his brows. 

“Where?”

“Here,” She said, slowly leaning in. She placed a soft but sweet kiss on his beautiful lips. Levi was shocked, pleasantly shocked. He kissed her back for that brief moment. His cheeks flushed red as he tried to hide his excitement from her kiss.

When she pulled away, their eyes locked. 

“I think I missed a spot,” Levi said softly, placing his hand on her cheek, kissing her softly again.

-

“So…” Levi began as they walked out of the theater. “He was the psycho the whole time? His mother wasn’t even alive…”

“Uh huh!” 

“That’s a Psycho for you,” Levi added. Hange started to laugh. Levi smiled; Hange was lucky enough to catch his smile. He didn’t show his teeth, but the corners of his mouth turned up in a happy, content smile. He hadn’t felt happy (or felt this happy) in a long, long time. 

“Levi,” Hange said, looking over at him. “Let’s see more movies together sometime.”

Levi smiled visibly at her. “Let’s do that.”

#levihan #levihan oneshot #levihan fic #levihan fanfic #levi ackerman #hange zoe #hange x levi #levi x hange #levi x hanji #rivahan #aot #snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #submission

[darisu-chan]

burnin' up

Welcome to another IR Month!

Today, I bring you this one-shot which is the opposite of keeping cool. Just what we need for this summer day.

Hope you guys enjoy it!

You can also read it here.

Prompt: keep your cool

Summary:When it is hot out, the best solution is to go to the beach and swim to keep cool…right?

It is terribly hot this summer.

Not that other summers haven’t been as hot, or even hotter than this. But for some reason, Ichigo feels the heat way more this year. He can’t quite put his finger on it. He just knows it is too hot and nothing he has tried so far has been able to cool him down. And, look, he was born in summer. He is used to the flames, the scorching heat, the shinning sun on his back. He does prefer sunny days to the rain, it’s true. And yet, this year the heat has been excruciating. Ice cream, ice cubes, fans. Nothing has seemed to work. At this point, he’s not sure there is anything out there that will make the heat go away.

If he’s this bothered, just imagine Rukia.

She is miserable.

Honestly, Ichigo wouldn’t have expected it to be any different. She was born in the middle of winter, and her zanpakutō is a snow one, a literal Snow White. Of course Rukia has never done great in the summer. But especially not this one. Summers in Karakura can be a pain in the ass, but Ichigo reiterates this summer in particular has been the worst so far. So, Rukia’s been a mess. Red hot cheeks, sweat running down her neck, short skirts, lethargy. It is obvious how uncomfortable she is. And, well, Ichigo feels for her. He doesn’t do the greatest in winter, so he can sympathize with her current state. He wants to do something for her. She had taken a few weeks off to visit him after all, and Ichigo can’t help but blame himself for her current state. If she had stayed in the Soul Society, maybe she wouldn’t feel like this. But no. He can’t afford to think in this way. So, instead, he looks for solutions until he finds one.

The beach.

It is so obvious he wants to slap himself.

Of course they should go to the beach!

It would still be hot, sure, however the ocean water and the breeze are always cool. Thank you, Pacific Ocean for your cold water! Besides, it is the only place where wearing little clothing is socially acceptable. Not to mention the cold drinks, ice popsicles, and other such delicacies that are sold on the beach. And the fact that going on a trip is always a welcome change in the routine. Ichigo’s not sure Rukia has gone many times to the beach, least of all to enjoy herself without worrying about the fate of the world.

So, it is decided that they will go.

“The beach?” Rukia mutters out loud once he tells her the news.

“Yep. The beach.” He simply answers and he can’t help the grin that forms on his mouth.

“What spurred this decision?” She questions him, clearly confused.

“Oh, I know what spurred this decision!” Old goat chin interjects from behind him, but Ichigo ignores him.

“I think it’d be better to enjoy the beach than being stuck here in this heat.”

Rukia stops and thinks for a moment, remembering the terrible heat she’s felt with no respite. She immediately nods her head.

“Agreed.”

That Monday, they decide, will be the day they go to the beach. They believe it will be less crowded than on a weekend, but given it is summer after all, it is a give or take. So for three days they prepare for the event, getting everything they will need: towels, a picnic basket, water bottles, swimsuits, backpacks, flip flops, sunscreen, and the like. For a moment, Ichigo stops and wonders if Rukia even knows how to swim ─ she flicks his forehead while rolling her eyes, “Tawake! Of course I know how to swim!” ─ All the while, he ignores Karin’s snide remarks, Yuzu’s smiles and his father’s perverted comments.

The night before they leave, Isshin even sits him down on his room, with a serious look on his face, which makes all the hair in Ichigo’s body stand on end.

“Now, son, I understand this is your first trip with Rukia with just the two of you, alone. So there are some things that, as a man, you need to know.”

Ichigo’s face starts burning as he stands up and sprints away from his father. Oh, hell no! He is not about to receive the talk when he’s already twenty one! And, yes, he’s pretty much aware this will be the first time he’s going to be alone with Rukia for a few days ever since their relationship changed. But it’s not like he’s planning on doing anything perverted! His intentions are pure, damnit! Yet, a little voice in his head wonders if this trip will make things change once more. When it comes to Rukia, he never knows how things are going to go. It is highly probable they will keep their hands to themselves. However, there is a teeny tiny possibility that they will cross uncharted territory. And, not gonna lie, that frightens Ichigo. Not because he doesn’t want to. But he is scared about the repercussion such a change might bring to their relationship. They have just been able to navigate this thing between them, he doesn’t want anything to ruin it! Particularly not such an adult thing to do. So, he puts those thoughts aside and goes to sleep. He tries to think about waves, sand, fish, beach balls, and definitely not in a scathingly clothed Rukia.

The next morning, Ichigo wakes up feeling refreshed and with a new outlook. He decides he is just going to enjoy this experience, whatever happens, with no expectations. When he meets Rukia in the kitchen, she is positively beaming. She is wearing a baby blue dress with a bow in the front. On her head rests a straw hat with a matching blue ribbon and her feet sport white sandals. She looks radiant. Ichigo has to look away for a moment, less he be forever blinded by her brilliance.

“Ready?”

“Yes!” She exclaims and off they go.

The trip to the beach is quiet. His old man had lent them his van and Ichigo is trying to focus on driving carefully. Though both are technically speaking not alive, that doesn’t mean their physical bodies can’t get hurt. Besides, he doesn’t want Isshin complaining about scratches on his car. Meanwhile, Rukia can’t stop staring outside the passenger seat window. From the corner of his eye, he can see the way her eyes light up the whole way. It is endearing how she manages to find magic in the most mundane of things. The road, cars, random buildings and establishments they pass by, the people. It doesn’t matter how many times she’s visited the human world, things will always be new for Rukia. Ichigo even spies her taking a picture here and there. It makes him feel happy. Happy that he can give him this. More memories. More life.

They make it to the beach by noon.

As expected, there are a lot of tourists there, but not as many as one would have expected. Neither desolate nor filled to the brim. Just the right amount of people. Rukia’s eyes turn ocean blue the moment they land on the golden sands of the beach. She squeals with unbridled joy and is about to sprint to the water when Ichigo stops her.

“We still gotta check in on the hotel.”

He had rented them a room. Nothing too fancy, he is a college student after all. But just enough to be comfortable. Ichigo goes through the usual motions. Gets their card on the lobby, and walks through the floors until they find their room. It is medium-sized with blue walls covered with paintings featuring boats and mermaids. There is just one bathroom, a mini fridge, an old TV. As it had been stated, nothing too fancy. But here is where Ichigo faces his first real problem. There is just one bed. He starts sweating the moment he realizes this, and wonders if he hadn’t specified he wanted two individual beds when he had made the reservations. Instead, there is a single queen sized bed in the room. Rukia doesn’t seem to care as she walks around the room, and opens the balcony to stare at the ocean. Internally, Ichigo screams. He hopes she is not thinking he is sleazy and that he had planned all of this trip with one purpose only. He tries to calm himself. Rukia knows him. She must know he’s not that kind of guy. And it’s not like they have never shared a room or even a bed before, for that matter. It’s just this will be the first time they will be alone. Completely alone with no one to interrupt them. Hopefully, not even Hollows.

While he is having a mental breakdown, Rukia is enjoying the cool breeze coming from the balcony. She opens all the windows and dances around the room. She opens the closet and the drawers. She discovers hangers and a notepad there. Then, she goes into the bathroom and she’s pleased to find a bathtub. Later tonight, she plans on taking a bubble bath to de-stress. Once her exploring is over, Ichigo has calmed down. Rukia is all smiles, with not a hint of displeasure in her face. She either hasn’t noticed the bed or hasn’t cared to think about the implications of it right now. He is grateful for that.

“Do you wanna go to the beach now?” He asks in case the literal elephant in the room is addressed.

Rukia nods enthusiastically. “Yes!”

They go downstairs and walk towards the beach while Rukia asks him a million of questions. Ichigo tries to answer all of them as best as he can. They talk about the peculiar birds she sees ─ “Those are called seagulls.” ─, the people, about volleyball and other beach activities, about the food, and even about Ichigo’s experiences at the beach. Finally, they find a spot under two umbrellas, and they set their towels down.

“We should put on sunscreen.” He says.

Rukia nods and reaches to the hem of her dress. She pulls it up to remove it, revealing inch by inch of creamy white skin. Ichigo’s first thought is that she will need to reapply sunscreen every two hours at least or she’s definitely going to get sunburned. His next thought is, wow, that’s too much skin! By all means, Rukia’s bikini is an average bikini as far as swimsuits go. The top doesn’t reveal too much cleavage and the bottom part covers everything that it should cover. But, man, he has never seen that much of her skin! Alright, that’s not exactly true. Though it’s not like anybody needs to know that! Still, this is new.

Rukia’s bikini is a deep violet, which matches her eyes. It has white polka dots, and the design is visually pleasing. Ichigo wonders where she had even gotten it. Had Urahara given it to her? He hopes not or he is going to kill the man. But regardless of where she got it, he can appreciate what it does to her figure. The top frames her breasts nicely. They look round and soft in it. Ready to be admired. Though small, Rukia has her own curves that he now gets to marvel at with no barriers. Small waist, small but rounded hips. Toned legs. He really doesn’t dare look at her behind, because he does have an inkling of what is awaiting him there, and he isn’t sure he is going to survive the view.

Ichigo feels in flames. Like he is burning and, by the end of this experience, there will be nothing left of him but ashes and bones.

“Ichigo, can you put sunscreen on my back? I don’t think I can reach all the way.”

Yep.

He is going to self-combust any moment now.

In hindsight, maybe this was a terrible idea. Because although his original intentions were pure, his mind is taking him to other places. Places that perhaps should remain unexplored. And, it’s been about a year since they first kissed. Six months since their relationship fundamentally changed. He never thought there would come a time in which he would be able to say Rukia was his. He has always been hers, but now she is his. Forever, they believe. But even that sounds simpler than advancing to the next level. His soul is hers. All hers. And his body wants to be hers as well. However, Ichigo isn’t sure she wants to be his in that way. Not yet at least. And, fuck, he is a man now. A man with his own curiosity and needs. A man madly in love with her. Can he be blamed for finding her the most gorgeous woman he has ever met? Can he be admonished for wanting her all to himself? Still, he shouldn’t objectify her. Shouldn’t make her think he sees her as a walking piece of meat. Rukia is much more than that. She is his person. The other piece of his soul. Even if he finds her irresistible.

No, Ichigo.

This trip is to keep cool and have fun. So keep it in your pants.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to help me?”

Rukia suddenly questions and breaks him out from his internal conflict.

“Uh… sure.” He stammers like a high school boy and his cheeks redden.

She turns to look at him coyly.

“Come on, I don’t bite.”

Ichigo is not so sure about that.

This is going to be a long, long trip.

#ichiruki #ichirukimonth #pro ichiruki #ichiruki fanfiction #my fanfiction

[sxfterhearts]

53. [4:07 pm]

➳ pairing: yugyeom x reader

➳ genre/warnings: fluff fluff fluff, baker!au, baker!yugyeom, exchange student!y/n

➳ word count: 2,040 words

➳ summary: “Sit down, I’ll get it.”

➳ author's note: rach-stop-mentioning-food-in-every-single-timestamp-challenge: failed. just the thought of baker!yugs and bread has me feeling all soft and gooey inside. which is why i whipped this one up! it has been a phat minut since i last wrote so yea :”) (also i should mention italicised are korean!!) regardless i hope this will help brighten up your day a little!! sending many warm hugs xx

//

Your phone screeched from its resting place on the other side of your room, signalling the start of your day. It was strategically placed atop your wooden, old-fashioned dresser, with the sole purpose of motivating you to get out of bed and turn the damn thing off.

With a groan, you stretched all four of your limbs, releasing a satisfied yawn as your joints popped after a good nights’ rest.

It was late afternoon. The rays of sunshine splattered deep orange and gold as it sneaked past the cracks the half-open blinds, painting your tiny studio apartment with lazy signs of life.

You dragged your sleep-ridden body to the dresser, still reluctant to start the day after what was an immensely taxing Friday night. Having just arrived in this bustling Korean city a mere two weeks ago, you were somewhat proud of yourself for landing a part-time job to support yourself when you started your semester of exchange. The only problem was, it happened to be a bartending job in a rowdier part of Seoul, commonly patronised by sleazy middle-aged men and their younger lady companions.

It wasn’t like you had much of a choice, anyways. Your Korean was still very much at an elementary level, which didn’t prove to be a hindrance in the bar you worked at. Most of the drinks were named in English, and the owner of the bar, a surprisingly kind, motherly lady in her sixties, paid you well above the minimum wage.

Still, it was your second Friday shift ever, and it clearly took its toll on you. Staring at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, you cringed. The eyebags under your eyes were so dark it could’ve easily been mistaken as a smoky-eye look gone wrong; your lips were awfully chapped and an alarming shade of red, while a few nasty pimples threatened to break through the surface of your skin.

In other words, you looked like a wreck.

Grabbing your phone, you checked the time. Ten minutes past four. Oh no, you winced internally. You were going to be very late if you didn’t leave your house in the next fifteen minutes. As though an internal switch flipped on, you turned the shower to full blast and stepped inside, sucking in your teeth as the cold water splashed against your skin.

In eight minutes flat, you were tugging on your beat-up sneakers and dashing for the elevator in your only pair of clean, non-alcohol-stained jeans and a plain white t-shirt that you conveniently picked off the pile of dry clothes on your sofa. You jammed the down button a couple of times, all while checking the time on your phone.

“Shit,” You cursed under your breath. 4:19. You couldn’t wait any longer.

Throwing all caution to the wind, you sprinted down the fire escape and did not stop for a single breath until you reached the final destination: a charming little bakery across the road from your apartment.

Rushing to the bakery just before closing time had become a habit for you. Amidst the chaos of moving and finding your feet in this new city, the bakery and its never-ending stream of patrons were your source of stability. Not only was it less busy and crowded during the evening, but it was also much easier for you to snag a couple of good bargains in the form of randomly-packaged, discounted breads.

The fact that the cute baker was the last one in store and in charge of closing up was just an added bonus.

//

A high-pitched, annoying chime broke him out of his daze. With a groan, Yugyeom straightened his slumped figure and stretched his arms above his head, releasing a satisfied sigh as his backbone cracked.

It was late afternoon. The rays of sunshine splattered deep orange and gold as it flooded through the drawn, white lacey curtains, painting his grandfather’s bakery with calm and relief; a peaceful conclusion. The end of daylight was drawing near.

He wiped a stray trail of saliva off the corner of his mouth before sucking on a mint. Checking the clock that hang above rack upon empty rack which usually contained baked goods, his palms inexplicably grew clammy.

4:27, Yugyeom mused. He shook his head to clear his spiralling thoughts. Keep it together, dummy. Just because she came the past few days doesn’t mean that she’ll come today too. She has her own life, her own friends, maybe even a boyfri-

Oh?

Just as his mind was about to veer off course and crash into the thorny garden of unrequited love, Yugyeom caught sight of a blurry figure at the corner of his eyes. Intrigued, he stood up straight and watched as you appeared in front of the bakery’s double doors. For a few seconds, you simply clutched your knees and huffed and puffed. Yugyeom could barely stop the shit-eating grin that split across his face and had to bite down hard on his bottom lip to avoid looking like a fool.

Then, you did the unexpected. From the back pocket of your jeans, you pulled out your lip balm and applied it on your lips, using the bakery’s glass window as a mirror. At that, Yugyeom threw his head back in a hysterical fit of laughter.

It was hard for him to explain the feeling in his chest, really. The first time you walked through the doors of the bakery, eyes twinkling with pure wonder and amazement as you browsed the array of baked goods like how a girl would admire a display of diamond rings, he was screwed. You captivated his interest as you fumbled for the right number of coins to pay for your discounted breads, tongue stuck out and head tilted adorably while doing so. He gave you, the damsel in distress, a helping hand, by laying all your coins out on the counter and ordering them from lowest to highest value. Probably not the most helpful of gestures, but Yugyeom liked to tell himself that he was performing his civic duty by welcoming a visitor of Korea through non-verbal currency explanations and an introduction to the locals’ favourite breads, pastries and drinks. That evening, the two of you sat on the high table by the window, slowly savouring melon breads, injeolmi toasts, ang butter or red bean butter breads and an assortment of cream cheese breads. While the breads were wonderfully fluffy and the sweetness was at an acceptable level, Yugyeom instructed you to wash it down with an iced Americano.

Since then, the mere thought of the bakery, going to the bakery, its breads and pastries, its drinks and Yugyeom coated your insides with sweetness. Admittedly, the reason why you kept visiting the bakery was to create more memories with Yugyeom and ride the amazing sugar rush you felt whenever you were around him.

After rearranging your hair for the nth time, you bravely pushed open the doors and walked in at 4:29pm.

“Hello!” You called out in Korean as you waved at him, a wide smile plastered on your lips. There was an obvious language barrier (you with your kindergarten-level Korean and him with his Game of Thrones-standard of English), but it wasn’t obvious. The two of you came up with creative ways to break it down.

“Hi Y/N! Sit down. I’ll get it.” Yugyeom answered in English, emerging from behind the counter with his trusty English-Korean dictionary and a matcha latte he prepared in anticipation of your arrival. He walked towards you with an air of confidence, reminding you of a model in a fashion show despite wearing his typical slacks and white button-up, with sleeves rolled up and cross drop-earrings adorning his ears. Yugyeom quickly set the items down before pulling out a chair, nodding towards it to encourage you to sit.

You muffled a giggle at his gentlemanly actions, but complied, nonetheless. You glanced over to the boy, sipping on the creamy drink as he retrieved two large plates from the cake fridge. Sure, the assortment of cakes should have been the main attraction, but your eyes drifted and settled on the stern look of concentration on his face and his prominent collarbones peeking out of his shirt. Unbuttoned, you assumed, as he was going to be off work soon.

You were halfway through the drink when Yugyeom returned to the table. He noticed this and didn’t pass up the opportunity to tease you about it. “Is it really good?”

“Thirsty. I just woke up.” You admitted, cheeks heating up in slight embarrassment.

Yugyeom’s wholehearted laughter filled the entire bakery.

“H-hey! Bad boy… Mean…”

“No, I…” Yugyeom stifled another round of laughter as he tried to pull himself together. “Cute. You wake up, come to see me in bread house.”

“Not ‘bread house’, ‘bakery’.”

“Ah, thank you. Bakery.” He tested the word on his lips, getting used to the pronunciation. “Bakery…”

“What are these?”

Yugyeom handed you a small cake fork while taking a seat. “Here. This plate is for tarts, and this one is for cakes. The tarts have the same filling – custard. But we use different fruits, like strawberries, berries, grapes and peaches. Whatever’s in season, really. Strawberries and cherry tarts are really popular in winter. Try some!” He reverted back in Korean whenever he was explaining, which was a great opportunity for you to pick up new vocabulary.

It was also a fantastic opportunity to try delicious pastries. You rotated through the entire plate painted in shades of pinks and green, taking a bite of each tart. Yugyeom just sat there, head in his palms, and admired the slight changes in your expression whenever you tried a new flavour. As creepy as it sounds, watching you eat the food he prepared was gradually becoming his favourite pastime.

“Cherry! That one is the best! It’s…” You quickly reached for the dictionary, softly muttering to yourself as you thumbed through the pages. “Here, acid. Acid, not too sweet. The strawberry one too.” Your eyes crinkled at their edges as they met his intrigued orbs, proudly smiling at yourself for learning a new word today.

“The word you’re looking for is ‘acidity’. ‘Acid’ is for chemistry.”

“Acidity?”

“Yes, that’s right.” Yugyeom reached over, his huge palm caressing the top of your head before ruffling your hair. You pouted and feigned annoyance, all while your heart squeezed and pounded away in your chest.

“Hey…” You protested weakly.

Yugyeom’s hand retreated. He placed it on the table, right next to your smaller ones. The distance between your hands taunted him; tempted him to close the gap and intertwine your fingers with his. Honestly, Yugyeom wasn’t used to this; wasn’t used to feeling like his insides were going to explode. His mouth opened and closed several times as he pondered his next move, wondering whether it would overstep your boundaries.

But then you stared at him in anticipation with your beautiful brown orbs, innocent and confused, as your lips wrapped around the straw of your matcha latte. Your gaze asked him an unspoken question, urging him on.

Yugyeom dragged your chair closer his, eliciting a high-pitched squeal from you. He rested both of his palms on top of your knees, gaining your full attention. “I like…” Yugyeom paused, catching his bottom lip between his pearly whites as the corners of his mouth tugged upwards. “I like this time with you.”

The soft giggle was purely involuntary, you swore to him afterwards. Yet, as you watched his expression flicker into one of panic, you were quick to cast out his worries. “No, no! Don’t get me wrong. Did you mean, you like spending time with me?”

“Ah, I was trying to be romantic. Stupid English…” Yugyeom cursed under his breath in Korean, unaware that you were familiar with the word ‘romantic’ due to the hours you spent (wasted) binging Korean dramas. “Yes, I do.” He said while squeezing your kneecaps in affirmation.

You had to remind yourself time and time again to keep calm in the presence of this charming man and his magical hands. “Me too, Yugyeom. You’re my favourite time of the day.”

Needless to say, your afternoon ritual continued for weeks and months to come.

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[sunlightandsuffering]

The washer 🏃🏻‍♀️ elaborate

AHH EREN AND THE LAUNDRY ROOM!!! Eren has a love-hate relationship with the laundry room because on one hand he actually doesn't mind doing laundry but he's also terrible at it, he always manages to fuck something up. Throws Mikasa's workout legging in the dryer, when they're not suppose to go in there because they ruin the stretch. As we've discussed before he also frequently turns his laundry different colours because he always gets colours mixed in with his whites, never fails. But on the other hand it's his favourite place bc he can see Mikasa's panties so easily, get little glimpses of all her naughty purchases bc he's responsible for her laundry on his nights, and he dreams of fucking her on the washer while it's running, working her up on it and then bending her over it, she'd have to stand on her tiptoes just to stay up properly. They alternate laundry days and Eren always comes to bug her when she's in there, she usually does homework while she sits on top of the washing machine in her cute little pyjama set, little pair of shorts and a pink tank top with ice cream cones on them, sometimes just his t-shirt and a pair of socks if she has to wash her pyjama sets too. Mikasa thinks he bugs her because he's a dick and he lives to get a rise out of her but really he loves watching her shake on top of the laundry machine, she's so fucking cute, long creamy legs exposed nipple pressing firmly against the fabric of her shirt and sometimes she'll fall forward a little because their machine is old as dirt and it sounds like a hurricane is happening inside of it.

One day, not long after they've started messing around he finds her sitting, legs criss crossed, wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts because her colourful pyjama sets are in the wash and from his height he can see the pair of pink polka dot panties she's wearing and he wants to curse her for torturing him so, she has no idea she's so innocently exposing her pretty pussy pressed against the fabric, topped with a cute satin bow at the top. She looks up at him from her textbook, all sweet and happy to see him asking what he's up to and the washer thunks aggressively and he can hear the tell-tale sound of a belt buckle clang inside the machine, indicating his pretty girl once again did not use that beautiful brain of hers and forgot to check through the clothes before putting them in the wash. The machine makes an angry noise again, spinning more aggressively, moving in place and prompting Mikasa to jolt and slip off the machine and right into his arms. He catches her, one hand on her thigh, the other on her hip, his t-shirt slid halfway up her torso, just barely still covering her tits and in his grasp from just catching her from hitting the ground too hard. She probably would have landed okay without him, but she might have twisted an ankle. She's in his grasp all shock and smooth skin and cute panties on display for him, the hand on her thigh just reaching up to stroke the curve of her ass and he can't stop himself. She's in his arms, in the laundry room where he's dreamed of taking her every night for the past week after he watched her bend over, ass swallowing her panties to grab a pair of pants. He can't be blamed for what he does next when he kisses her, it's really not his fault, she tests the tenuous line of his control every time and she moans into his mouth. He doesn't think she'll complain too much.

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[batsfinest]

Goddddddd Batdad taking baby Damian in as soon as he's born is SO fucking cute it makes my TEETH rot. Talia knowing how cutthroat, merciless, ruthless and overall toxic environment the Al Ghuls live into and not wanting another her, another Bruce, another child being born with a sword in their hand.

She's disowned when her role in helping Bruce leave with Damian is revealed. Bruce becomes an enemy to them and she has no father anymore, but it feels welcomed. Freeing. Her shoulders finally feel light, knowing her reputation isn't tied to her father anymore.

Talia can be her own demon.

Damian is Bruce's first love, no you cannot change my mind.

Bruce is young. 24 years feeling like centuries old on a soul he felt was leaking away before holding his son's tiny hand between his thumb and index finger. The media is slamming him because sympathy for orphans washes away once they stop being children, but Bruce hasn't been one since he was 8 and watched his mother's hollow eyes sink in a body bag.

The media calls him immature. Reckless. Impulsive. All the synonyms in the thesaraous to describe what a horrible person he is for using a baby they speculate isn't even his to clean up the gritty, smudged image he made for himself. It doesn't make him want to hide Damian from the world, because he refuses to treat his baby like a shameful secret.

He's more proud of Damian than he ever was of the cowl.

Jason is his 2nd love, dirty, sharp tongued, and brave, looking him in the eyes when he tries to steal the tires off his car. His eyes are a stormy ocean reflecting a deep, lonely sadness, the kind you feel for a lifetime and more. Its like looking in a mirror.

Of course, not unexpectedly, he takes Jason home. "I can care for him. Why wouldn't I?"

Alfred is in the middle of preparing a blanket, fluffy and inviting, much like the ones Bruce was wrapped as a baby, when his throat raises with a high note of unconvinction. "I don't see a reason why anyone right in the mind would look at the lobsters boiled in a soda bath in our kitchen and say you weren't qualified to look after a child."

"That's strike 220, Alfred. "

"221, actually, sir."

Bruce's heatless retort dies quick once he sees Jason's thin limbs holding the small figure of a baby boy, covered in a light green blanket of his own, against his chest in a protective hold. He snaps a silent photo of the sweet scene, making it his phone background, and for the first time in years, his tears feel happy.

Its a cycle that repeats. He's proud of his boys, his kids, and wants to show it, then the world pushes. Bruce ignores it. Ignores the news station spitting on him for being the father of two without a ring on his finger, the scandal magazines speculating on a secret spouse he doesn't have, the journalists cornering him on every public appearance hunting for the hottest news to sell the freshest scoop.

He ignores it, until the push comes for his boys.

" That one, the new one, - Jason or something? I don't buy the whole nurturing father shtick. Wayne is a honcho in his prime, with more money than he has any right to have, on the cover of every magazine and news report imaginable, got women throwing themselves at him, left and right, and I'm just supposed to believe he'd trap himself with that responsibility, no question? Why?

Cause I'm supposed to be moved by the fact that he took in a crack whore's son after she slipped on the bucket? No. The courtain's gonna fall soon, and I'll be laughing when it does."

The TV is clicked off, the news anchor's smug face staring him in thr eye before darkness covers it, leaving Bruce to look at his own stormy reflection, crackling with cold fire, an expression Alfred mirrors in his tight silence. They both hear Jason's feet stomp up the stairs, but neither comment on it.

That particular news station falls in shambles in less than a few hours. It surprises everyone and no one.

When it comes to push and shove, Bruce was often the punch.

The public appearances get a bit easier after that. He can enjoy an ice cream with the boys in the park without annoying paparazzi following them, without reporters breathing down his shoulder for a private interview or a persistent business partner ringing him up.

He can just laugh when Damian covers his suit with creamy strawberry because the black is so dull for a baby's eye and when Jason draws mustaches and beards on his face with his own cone, and try not to sound too harsh when trying to tell Jason him and Damian are too heavy for him to push on the swings. But his son's more stubborn than a donkey, so he manages it, somehow, and Bruce gets a bright idea. To him.

Batman has a sidekick that he takes to McDonald's after crime is fought and people in Gotham has seen more scarring shit than That. Its just another Tuesday.

Now, because I'm superbat trash, of course I'm gonna make Clark eat shit with how fast he falls for Bruce. They're at the Wayne Gala, something extremely important for a new reporter on the block who has the chance of meeting the name that starts in Gotham and walks all the way to Metropolis.

The list of things he expected to cross out in the long scripture Clark thought of for Bruce Wayne shortens by the second when he watches the man and a little dark haired boy make silly faces at a camera, joy sparkling bright and evident in his smile as he cooes at whom the jounralist assumes to be his youngest.

A crisp voice hitching with a british accent emerges from the other line, sounding positively scandalized, as if to give voice to the stares Bruce is receiving. " Bruce Thomas Wayne, you are at high society event, control yourself - Do not force me to march there to fix that nest of hair I have no doubt that little menace was the culprit of , -"

" But it was sooo boring before! This whole thing is boring, Al, " the child,- Jason, he reminds himself. At the ridiculous amount of research he went through for this so he wouldn't look like a complete fool, he should at least know Bruce hates it when his children aren't referred to by name. "Can we come home now? I'm kind of tired of watching these numbnuts break their backs just to seen as good people for donating like a dime of what they actually make."

Bruce's hair is wild, sticking in every direction. Clark loves it with a vigor he can't put Into words.

"We talked about this before Jason, no talking about the uneven distribution of resource made by capitalists before you eat your vegetables, -- Aww, Dami! Look at daddy! Hi, baby," Bruce's smile, Bruce's voice, Bruce's face. Its all so warm it puts the sun to shame, and Clark is attracted like a moth to a flame.

He's got it, he realizes with a shiver.

He's got feelings.

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