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valiira · 8 months

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perhaps... a boba date with simon?? ˊᗜˋ

♡:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ First Date

prompt: hehehehe boba date :3

tags: simon riley x reader, sfw, short & sweet, cutie patootie simon, first date

— First dates were always going to be a little awkward, especially when said first date was with a coworker of yours. You and Simon had known each other for a few months when you more or less confessed your feelings to him one exhausting morning. And luckily for you, he agreed to go on a date

You did your best to forget how embarrassing and red your cheeks got after the confession and simply just enjoyed the thought of getting to go on a date with Simon.

Arriving just a few minutes earlier to the cafe you two decided to meet up at, you picked a nice table in the corner.

Not long after you arrived, the front door to the cafe chimed its little bell and Simon entered the cafe. Tilting his head just a little bit to even fit through the door. It almost made you laugh yet instead you just waved your hand at him.

His brown eyes upon seeing you lit up, crinkling in almost what seemed like a smile. You couldn’t tell, as he never went out without his fabric mask. A black mask with white markings of that of the bottom half of a skull. You never asked why he wore the mask, just assumed it was something he enjoyed and a topic that maybe he would share with you in the future.

You greet the tall man with a warm smile as he moves in closer to the table. “Sorry if I kept you waitin’.” Simon says in an apologetic tone.

“It’s really no problem. I just got here, please don’t apologize,” You state and wave your hand to brush away the apology. He brushes some of his dusty blonde hair out of his eyes and accepts the gratitude.

You two talk shortly before a waitress comes over to take your order. You order a tasty sounding strawberry shortcake and a blueberry boba. Turning to Simon, who you expect to order something more bitter, he instead orders a brown sugar milk tea.

“Good choice,” You encourage him with a smile. He doesn’t answer but his brown eyes flutter in what you could assume as thanks. Casually now you two have some fun banter that doesn’t even casual work conversation. And you can only describe it as…really, really nice. Never knowing he was such a passionate person. But that is probably because work is draining more so than you could describe with words.

The two of you receive your drinks and your dessert, which both look absolutely amazing. You opt for taking a photo of your food and instead ask him how his drink is.

“It’s really good. Sugary but tasty,” he responds softly, glancing over at you with soft eyes. “Next time, I’ll have to try that blueberry one you ordered,” Simon states, another crinkle of his eyes.

Laughing softly you stir the drink before you…that is until his words really sink into you.

Next time!?

#vivi writes ♡#call of duty #cod mw2 #x reader #writing #simon ghost riley #writing requests #simon x reader #ghost x y/n #ghost x reader #cod x reader #thank you so much for the request!#it was so cute omg #sfw #cod fanfic #cod mwii fanfic #ghost fic

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dozing-marshmallow · 9 months

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BOBA DATE WITH CHRIS MCLEAN HEADCANONS

(I had a big impulse to write this- don’t fret, I’m still writing the requests I’ve received!)

You don’t know how Chris didn’t try boba earlier.

This beverage was literally perfect for him- control over the amount of ice, amount of sugar, toppings.

Best part is, if he didn’t like how it came out, he’d have himself to blame.

Even though, it’ll never get to that.

He liked many flavours, but was somehow very picky.

“I’m stuuuuck... Could you help me?” he dragged out to you, menu in hand.

“Sure.” you came next to him,“What do you feel like having?”

“I don’t knowww... What do you normally get?”

Uh...

“I get a different flavour every time, but I can guarantee that if you already like one flavour of something, boba will only enhance it!” you tolled, in your love for this drink.

“Not helpful.”

“It’s assuring you! Does theee fruit tea interest you?” your finger lands on the title.

He scans over that section,“The mango seems nice.”

“Only?”

“Is there a problem?” insulted, he raises an eyebrow.

“No, no. But make sure you look over the entire menu at least once before you decide.”

So he does and his attention lands on- “Oo, they have frappes!”

“Aw...” you whine. Was he really going to go for something he was already familiar with?,“You can get frappe anywhere.”

“True.” Thankfully, he agreed with you,“Alright...uh... I don’t wanna waste too much time deciding on a dry throat, so I’ll go for the...matcha green tea. It seems like the healthier option.”

Not what you were expecting, but who were you to judge,“Alrightt. You want ice with that?”

His voice takes a notch down from his usual confidence, submitting for your guidance,“...Would it be better with it?” making you almost feel bad for the ambiguous answer you delivered.

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

“Really?” he squints his eyes in distaste,“Fine. Twenty five percent ice.”

“And how much for sugar?”

“Huh?” He blinks,“You can...pick how much sugar it has?”

You expected that reaction,“Different, right?”

“Then, a hundred percent! I want the full experience.” he put great emphasis into his preference.

One final thing to top it off,“What toppings d’you want?”

His cognition paused,“...Whatty?”

“Y’know the pearls at the bottom of the drink? I’ll ask tapioca. It’s the generic black one.” you fill him in, watching this new concept wrap around his cute head.

“Actually, I want the golden one.” Of course he did.

Chris didn’t want to embarrass himself trying to order something new, even if he could turn it into a snazzy moment, so you were going to do it on his behalf- and yours,“Okay!”

While you wait, Chris looks over the toppings menu again,“Popping balls sound pretty neat!”

“I’m really surprised you went for the green tea.” you admit, looking alongside him.

“Why’s that?”

“I don’t know. I thought you would’ve gone for an actual frappe based tea or something a bit more common like jasmine tea since you’ve never tried boba before.” A wire of your prior interpretations reach him, in a lighthearted manner.

A soft laugh jumps from his vocal chords as he pats your shoulder,“Gotta be full of surprises! Unpredictability is a key trait needed to keep a crowd entertained.”

“No way.” you tease, holding onto his hand until the boba was ready. Chris picks up his flexible cup where the golden balls looked so strange with the green.

“Is that supposed to be offensive coming from someone who’s clearly never seen this much green and gold before?” He rolls his eyes, holding his pointed straw above the plastic seal,“So I just...?”

“That’s right. Not too weak, not too strong-“

He stabs it in perfectly.

“Alright!”

He twirls his cup around, before moment of truth: the second he takes his first swallow of his first ever boba, his eyes lit up. No joke. There was a whole other sparkle that lit up in his dark eyes,“Oh my God...this tastes really good.”

“Really?” you smile, adoring the sight that he was enjoying something you suggested.

He nods, eyeing the light brown volume in your cup,“I never got to ask... What‘s that one you bought?” he points.

You proudly apprise him,“Brown sugar milk tea.”

“Brown sugar?” The name put him off.

You elaborate before he said something shaming,“It’s like caramel.”

“Let me try.” he takes a sip from it, sucking a pearl or three,“Hm... Look at that. It’s not just plain brown sugar.” He chuckles,“I still think mine is better though.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” you steal a taste from his straw. Your tongue is savoured by the cold vegetal milk, causing you to squeal, recalling how good it was.

You wanted more, but Chris didn’t appreciate you having any to begin with,“(Y/N)!” he grouched, tearing his cup away from you protectively,“You’re supposed to ask first!” Like he would’ve let you if you did.

“Sorry!” you giggle,“Couldn’t help myself, but you’re right, it is better!”

“Hmmm...” he still flaunts his drink in attempt to stay salty, the grudge quickly washed down by the green cream re-sweetening his mood. How did he not try this earlier? He was so going to buy more of this. Maybe even replace his lattes entirely!

#chris mclean #td chris mclean x reader #tdi x reader #chris mclean x reader #td chris #total drama chris mclean #total drama #tdi #total drama island chris #boba tea #boba date #total drama chris #total drama headcanons

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thelaughtercafe · 6 months

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I figured with the new blog; I’d spice up requests a little bit!

Bubble tea:

Headcanons!

Taro:

Lee Headcanons- sugary sweet like a flustered Lee!

For NSFT, extra boba, and can also be used for Brown Sugar. Thai and Rose as well! For general headcanons not including tickling just use bubble tea on it's own, and no milk if you'd like NSFT.

Brown sugar:

Ler Headcanons- thick and syrupy like a Ler’s teasing lilt.

Thai:

Switch headcanons, or a mix of Lee and Ler Headcanons! Sweet and spicy, just like a provoking Switch!

Rose:

Any other kind of tickling headcanons not included above, including discovery of kinks/enjoying it/finding out someone is ticklish, etc.

Sweet tea:

More fluffy based fics! Giggles all around, soft, mushy platonic or romantic relationship stuff here!

You can adjust the sweetness, depending on your request! So if you say I’d like a “subtly sweet tea”, it’ll still be fluffy but maybe have a sprinkling of angst, or hurt. Alternatively if you get a “extra sweet tea” I know to make it tooth rottingly fluffy!

For NSFT, it'll be "served hot"!

Half and half:

Half sweet, half sour. No adjustments here; this is pretty straightforward! Half fluffy tickles, half delicious angst, hurt, or misunderstandings~ For NSFT, add a lemon~

Coffee:

A darker concept or request. Something with dubious consent, or particularly mean teasing, or really long tickling.

Can add creamer to make it softer or have it end in fluff. Things like Hurt with comfort, etc. If you'd like NSFT that'll be "with a shot of espresso", and can also be paired with Black Coffee down below! <3

Black Coffee:

This will be as dark as my content will go- things like interrogations, bully tickling, yandere and the like.

I’m more likely to turn down a black coffee request if I’m not comfortable, but feel free to shoot your shot; I don’t judge here.

Milk Tea:

This will be for any more general fics, not involving tickling! For anything NSFT, just specify you want your milk tea with no creamer!

#tlc: menu

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moregraceful · 9 months

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straight up i love your boba order analysis so much i would listen to a podcast about it. i don’t know who half these people are and i’m like “oh my god kasper moregraceful you’re so right!! absolutely!!!” so. wrt: is there anybody’s boba order you’ve thought about but not gotten to discuss yet? (if not, do you have any boba recommendations? i’m always looking for new combos to try)

you are so kind!!! I have been enjoying diagnosing boba orders SO much, keep em coming

I got a juicy ask about Devon Toews that I'm waffling over how to answer (in a good way) so I am going to bravely state that Devon Toews gets a LARGE brown sugar black milk tea 50% sweetness 50% ice with milk foam and coconut pearls. haters may say "he is almost 30 no one in their 30s can handle that much sugar" to which I say: yes, Devon Toews is no ordinary man. Devon Toews is a king who can handle. 50% sweet 50% cool as ice that's HIM

For myself, in the summer I like fruit green tea mixes or jasmine green tea with fruit jellies of some sort (the star shaped ones are delightful) but as well as black milk tea or earl grey milk tea on the reg. I've been WANTING to try milk foam with green tea at Gong Cha but I'm also like...am I psychologically prepared to face drinking 16oz of that. Like in non boba situations green tea + dairy makes me recoil, I'm a green tea purist. But Gong Cha has never betrayed me (unlike many other boba places) so maybe I need to fortify myself and try it.

Thank you for sending this wonderful ask!!

#and if devon shares his drink with cale makar. well that's none of my business #cage replies #csoip

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b-na · 2 years

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MOSQUITO

PAIRING: karina x gn/afab!reader

GENRE: fluff, angst?, some smau

WARNINGS: none

DESCRIPTION: karina doesn’t know how to handle her best friends attention belonging to someone else.

WORDCOUNT: 736

a/n: this is a flashback. this was so much fun to write. obviously this is from karinas point of view. i hope u like it as much as i enjoyed writing it. this has quotes from the english translation of ‘Mosquito’ by Red Velvet

Y/N and I were like two peas in a pod for years and years until they met her. Gaeul came into my life and crashed what I had built. Y/N was my best friend and now they’re spending all their time on her. You’re shattering my peace, this isn’t like me at all.

‘When I Was Young’ blasted through my speakers in an attempt to block out the feelings gnawing at me. Trying to come up with an excuse to hangout Y/N was hard enough without Gaeul coming in the way and it’s just becoming increasingly harder by everyday.

I hear my phone vibrating from the place on my bed I left it in before my scheduled appointment with overthinking.

As soon as I see their post of Gaeul I can’t help but feel jealous. That should be me. Y/N used to post stuff like this about me and now it’s all Gaeul this and Gaeul that.

“i may need a lyrics sheet but i don’t need a Love sheet” Who even says that? So incredibly cliché. What’s even worse is that I have no actual reason to hate her. She’s beautiful, talented and kind and all I can respond back with is “That’s so cringe.”. That in itself is cringe. Y/N is lucky to have her besides, we’re just friends after all.

A couple of days pass with the same routine of self pity. Y/N seems happy so as their best friend I should be happy for them too, right? Well that’s easier said than done. Every time I see Y/N I feel fuzzy and warm. Butterflies swarm in my stomach when they laugh, just thinking about their smiles brings a small one to my face.

You make me wonder what our relationship really is. Do I like you? If Gaeul wasn’t in the picture, would you like me? This isn’t fun will you stop. I wish things were back to normal. I yet again hear my phone vibrating. I get up to check the cause of the small noise and see what I, to my dismay, have grown used to seeing.

“day with my ☀️”

“always so much fun with you<3”

I read and reread the two simple sentences over and over again. My head is spinning with the sentence.

“Always so much fun with you”. That’s right. It’s always her. So much fun with her. This is a one-sided ticklish relationship and I’m sick of being the one without someone who loves me.

I decided that sulking around wasn’t going to get me anywhere and that I desperately needed a “me” day. I walked to a small area close to my neighborhood. Cats riddled the streets as I made my way down them. When I arrived at ‘Moonlight Melody’ I ordered a brown sugar boba and sat down in a lounge chair with only a small table and a mirror close to it.

If Y/N was here they would say ‘This mirror is perfect for selfies’, just the thought immediately sends me into action. I feel silly posing for my photos alone in public but that doesn’t hinder me. Suddenly I hear my order being called as I was finishing up taking photos. I pick out my favorite selfie of the day and swiftly take a picture of my chilly drink, maybe boba wasn’t the best beverage for November weather, and I post them on Twitter.

Reading the words “my bestie💗” shouldn’t hurt as much as they do. That’s what we are, best friends. I close my eyes trying to shut out the world. Why does being in love with someone hurt so much? As I drift to sleep I can’t help but wonder how you always come and annoy me yet I still can’t get you out of my mind.

As December rolls around my mood starts to lighten up. I’ve grown accustomed to seeing Y/N and Gaeul posting on social media platforms. December should be filled with joy and candy canes not laying in your bed all day. This time when I get their notification I don’t feel as bad.

Perhaps I should tell Gaeul her hair looks nice, or like her comment about dyeing Y/Ns hair next. Or maybe I’ll stay salty a little longer besides, they don’t know if I’ve seen the post or not.

The simple question sends shivers down my spine, have I been that obvious? I toss my phone to the left. I should’ve just stopped there.

←prev. masterlist. next→

SYNOPSIS: Y/N has been in love with her best friend, Karina, for the past 6 years. They had basically given up on the idea of Karina ever liking them back. Suddenly this changed after a beach day with their best friends.

TAGLIST: @chaewandz

#aespa karina #karina #karina aespa #karina fanfic #karina fic #karina fluff #karina imagines #aespa fluff #aespa imagines #(☆) rei

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dawncloud · 2 years

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weirdly specific and unrelated asks to know someone well:

1. chipotle order?

large, whole wheat, no beans extra rice, ground beef, everything on it, no guac (bc $$), extra onions, extra sour cream, chipotle bbq sauce. sometimes ask for hot sauce but tbh i usually add sriracha every few bites lol

2. thoughts on veganism?

if you’re doing it for environment reasons it’s better to eat local. don’t like how it contributes to microplastics in the environment.

3. a specific color that gives you the ick?

blue screen of death blue

4. mythical creature you think/believe is real?

don’t have one.

5. favorite form of potato?

pierogies (must be a little chewy) or truffle mashed potato. mcdonalds french fries

6. do you use a watch?

yes i have a black fitbit and a watch my mum gave me for my 21st birthday.

7. what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

whalesharks if they have them. seahonses. the big aquarium where there’s everything.

8. do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?

yes bc outside is dusty and dirty and there’s probably sweat if i biked.

9. do you have a skincare routine (and how many steps is it)?

yes. u should have one if you don’t already (moisturiser and sunscreen). i’m lazy so it’s just 2-3 steps and then more stuff when i have the energy/remember.

morning: water, toner, moisturiser, sunscreen

night/post-shower: cleanser (in shower), [acids/niacinamide], toner, moisturiser, vaseline on lips

10. on a plane, do you ask for apple or orange juice?

neither, i get tomato juice. learned it from my dad

11. anything from your childhood you’ve held on to?

physically? nothing. emotionally, i try not to. nothing bad happened i just get embarrassed

12. brand of haircare/bodycare/skincare that you trust 100%?

i have HG products but i would never trust a company 100% ever. my hair conditioner, nivea creme, some misc skincare.

13. first thing you’re doing in the purge?

hiding out with trusted friends until it’s over bc these people/system of gvt is insane.

14. do you think you’re dehydrated?

i drink 2L a day mininum now so no. used to be though.

15. rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning

freezing > drowning > burning (most to least preferred)

burning is the worst no question because you take the longest to die and it hurts like hell. freezing your body slowly shuts down and you stop feeling cold after a while. drowning hurts but is fast.

16. thoughts on mint chocolate chip?

fave childhood flavour but moved away to more weird flavours. is my sister’s current favourite.

17. an anxious compulsion you do everyday?

don’t have one

18. your boba/tea order?

a. brown sugar pearl milk tea with sea salt cream/cheese cream on top or b. roasted milk tea with pudding, grass jelly, tapioca

19. the veggie you dislike the most?

celery. can’t eat it unless it’s megacooked in soup and you can’t taste it.

20. favorite disney princess movie?

maybe mulan? haven’t watched disney in forever.

21. a number that weirds you out?

you guys have that?

22. do you have an emotional support water bottle?

just a regular water bottle....it’s a purple and white nalgene. no stickers bc they’ll wash off and tbh i feel it’s hard to keep 100% clean.

23. do you wear jewelry?

yes. earrings always, necklace and ring if i remember

24. which do you find yourself using, american or british english?

british bc hong kong bc colonised.

25. would you say you have good taste in music?

absolutely not bc my taste in music doesn’t exist. i just listen to whatever

26. how’s your spice tolerance?

medium to high. i like the korean spicy noodles 2x and eat them regularly

27. what’s your favorite or go-to outfit?

dark blue high waisted jeans, nice black top (long sleeves), silver jewellery, black boots, two dutch braids.

28. last meal on earth?

too hard bc i love so many types of food

29. preferred pasta noodle?

currently rotini

#2022

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fragmentedinnocence · 3 years

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gorou roommate hcs

pairing(s): gorou x gn!reader

summary: I got a lil carried away and.. it’s kinda of a mix between relationship and roommate head cannons so.. enjoy the extra desert! it’s not proof read though, so mistakes are bound to be in this hellhole somewhere-

he’s the type of person who will be very chill and stoic in front of stranger, but once you get to know him he’s already burned down half of your apartment, ate all the cushions, and committed anarchy

having said that, the two of you are probably best friends or in a relationship if the two of you are to become roommates

when you look for a new apartment that the two of you can afford, gorou will look for something more.. cozy?

he doesn’t really care if the you’d prefer to live in the city, or somewhere with a smaller crowd- as long as you’re happy, he’s happy :) but if you were to ask what his tastes were, he’d prefer to live in an apartment where there’s a park nearby. it doesn’t have to be big at all either! maybe a local coffee shop around the block too?

once you guys move in, gorou is everywhere!! hes all over the place, moving furniture, jumping around- you name it

but when it comes to picking rooms..

like a little kid, he’d pout and keep telling you over and over that he wants the biggest room- and who are you to say no?

when it comes to decorating the his room and the apartment, he’d go with a cozy, domestic vibe. soft colors, warm lighting- you name it.

and his room? don’t get me started- it has gorou written all over it!! his aesthetic is very pretty too like damn

def has a competition with you over who can decorate their room better. although it turns out to be a statement, neither of you are upset :)

then, after all the unpacking and shit, furry takes you to the nearby coffee shop to grab a drink or two. or, if neither of you feel for coffee, he’d take you to a nearby asian snack bar to get you a boba or two. he’d def order the brown sugar one!

gives you a lil kith on the nose <3

you guys either end up exploring your block at visiting all these interesting shops and buying little gadgets you found cool or b, cuddling back home :)

i wouldn’t say he’s the big spoon, neither is he the small spoon. he just likes to latch onto and cuddle you for hours on end. but if you’d prefer to spoon him or have him spoon you, he doesn’t mind!

evening walks around the place!! especially if it’s more of an open place- he absolutely loves them :) holding your hand as oranges and pinks dapple your features.. it’s something worth dying for. he’s not wrong tho you’re absolutely stunning!!

if there’s an ice cream booth by the block, he’d absolutely visit it!!! he must! he’d drag you down there with his own bare hands if he had to!

he absolutely LOVES strawberry ice cream! he’ll devour it in three bites if asked to! >:)

as time slowly ticks by- and the world begins to darken, the two of you can’t help but succumb to exhaustion. taking the fastest route home, you found yourself collapsing on the nearest surface as soon as you got home- that being the couch

he nuzzled your neck, ears brushing as they made contact with your cheek- his hands wrapped around your waist. his fluffy ass tail wagging nonstop

and that’s not even the end of his cute ass 😭 when he falls asleep, he quietly snores into your ears it autocorrected into eyes and it’s just omg

and as the night slowly fades away, so does this fanfiction come to an end. gn homie :) don’t let the furbabies bite

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #gorou #gorou fluff #gorou x male reader #gorou x m!reader #gorou x female reader #gorou x fem!reader #gorou x f!reader #gorou x gn!reader #gorou x gender neutral reader #gorou head cannons

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mangora · 2 years

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What if I made a master post of what every single TD character orders at a coffee shop (except half of them arent coffee) I’m in my iced coffee phase rn heres gen 2 and 3 because if you somehow couldn’t tell theyre my favorites

Jo: Black coffee nothing in it and genuinely likes it that way

Brick: Tries to drink black coffee to be tough but enjoys a good vanilla cream coffee more

Anne Maria: Frappuccino or Caramel Macchiato she likes the most extra drinks

Mike: Probably likes generic iced coffee with cream and sugar or like. Matcha

Zoey: Changes her order all the time but always down for a good brown sugar boba or anything strawberry flavored

Cameron: Not much of a drinks guy in general, but if he had to get something I think he’d enjoy a cappuccino or something with lots of foam, he’d like the texture

Lightning: Also not really a drinks guy but I think he’d enjoy a smoothie with lots of protein powder just because health benefits

Sam: Honestly I think he’d be a black coffee guy, bold take but he seems like he wouldn’t really care about the flavor and just drinks coffee or energy drinks for the caffeine

Dakota: Iced lattes or a white mocha usually, she gets really hyped for seasonal drinks though like peppermint mochas or pumpkin spice anything

Scott: Hates tea and anything fruity or cold. Used to drinking plain instant but likes it with a little sugar if he can get his hands on it.

B: Thorough plain tea enjoyer, maybe earl gray or oolong. He likes leafy flavors over fruity ones

Dawn: Also really into tea but she usually likes plant/nut milk in it, or a green smoothie

Staci: Also a boba liker but will go for any good milk teas. She also likes latte foam art but the actual drink is kinda meh to her

Shawn: Cant have coffee much because it makes his nerves absolutely shot but sometimes he has a black coffee when he’s at a low point

Jasmine: Probably likes iced coffee with a little cream and sugar but likes to try new things every once in a while; mostly a fan of savory drinks and not fruity ones tho

Sammy: Loves a good fruit tea but I imagine she’d go for a smoothie too

Amy: Frappes, but the important part is that she berates the barista the entire time they make her drink

Sky: Chai drinker, also sometimes likes smoothies/juices

Dave: one of those dudes who gets annoyed at girls who drink pumpkin spice. Gets black coffee and hates it every time but drinks it anyways to look cool and mysterious (he’s tearing up the whole time)

Rodney: Will drink whatever you get him, he just likes being included. Has everyone’s orders memorized. Has to rehearse before asking for his drink

Topher: Coffee snob, usually likes iced or frappuccinos but will go for almost anything with cream and sugar as long as it’s high enough quality. Keeps trying to figure out Chris’ order; Chris will not tell him but does recommend him beans. These two get bitchy over the beans.

Ella: Pink drink or a vanilla Frappuccino with no coffee. She can’t have caffeine but likes anything sweet and semi fancy

Leonard: Controversial, I think he’d enjoy specifically smoothies or juices with pineapple. It’s got a magical tang. Or Mochas/hot chocolate which Tammy introduced to him.

Sugar: Any shitty instant coffee honestly, her taste buds are goobered. I do think she’d be anti-tea though. Also probably banana smoothies I just think she’d like them

Beardo: Also likes tea, except for matcha. Probably likes lavender tea or smth best because it’s soothing. I don’t think he’d be opposed to coffee but I think it would be like too much.

Scarlett: I think she’d secretly enjoy those refreshers like the fruit and juice ones, but usually gets tea to feel sophisticated. She likes hot drinks btw

Max: Once again attempts to drink black tea but just hates coffee. Secretly enjoys juice or chocolate milk out of a coffee cup. Everyone knows but doesnt tell him

#alex’s td rambles #these all suck bc I don’t know anything abt coffee #I just get a vanilla cream cold brew or a mocha from my local Starbucks #actually that’s not true I made a mocha at home today and that was banger #watch out Big Coffee I’m cracking this case wide open

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suspiciouslybluemilktea · 3 years

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Pairing: Suit Saeran x Non Gendered Reader X̶ ̶B̶o̶b̶a̶

Part 1

Just some fun fluff!

Saeran believes he’s finally come up with the perfect way to make his toy break, by waving a favorite treat of yours in front of your starved face. He presents to you a shining cup of blue boba tea, but as per usual, you make victory for him seem to be impossible. In which way will you choose to ensure he doesn’t get the last laugh?

Based on my lovely friend Melkinpump’s art! Please make sure to check her out ^3^~ <3

Link to the post featuring the drawing:

https://melkinpump.tumblr.com/post/651701225640853504/sketch-dump-time-wahoo-i-do-not-have-the-energy

Link to her drawing on Instagram:

https://www.instagram.com/p/CO5dTpNlzOF/?utm_medium=copy_link

This little fic contains links to the options you chose for him! Have fun and avoid the bad ending :3

At the edge of your squishy pink bed you sat, sinking into the mattress ever so slightly as you typed away in a chatroom with Saeran. It had only been a day since he’d “arrived”, turning what you thought you knew topsy turvy as Ray was now gone...or at least, was presented to be. You sighed at just how little he’d allow you to say to him, hogging the chatroom with his immense typing speeds and rude insults; spamming those supposedly scary chibis which maniacally cackled in his voice. The occasional deep stomach rumbles you experienced certainly didn’t help your concentration, which was frustrating to say the least.

Saeran: It’s lunch time now

Aren’t you feeling hungry, prince(ss)?

I just got myself something good…

Something I know you love actually lolol

Maybe I should rub it in your face.

I wonder how much your stomach will turn

Seeing me with something so delicious haha

I’ll visit you

And watch you plead for some

And it’ll be so funny hehehehe

So sit tight

In your room

Like a good little toy.

And if you behave, maybe you’ll get some

Maybe~

Saeran has left the chatroom

Mc has left the chatroom

You placed your phone down in your lap as you monitored the door, now having nothing much else to do other than wait for his arrival. What he’d carry in his hands with him, that you had no idea, but you’d hold your ground the best you could as he tried to tempt you with it. He was not your master, nor were you some dog he could throw a bone to in return for complete obedience.

Within a few moments, the doorknob finally turned and you stood in response, straightening your clothes a tad as the grumpy man barged his way in with no knock.

“Don’t bother fixing yourself up for me, you look awful either way,” he spat, followed by an airy laugh. “But, you stand ready! Should I congratulate you? Looks like I don’t have to train you in that field at least.”

You opened your mouth to make a comment in your defense before something else caught your attention, the treat he had brought with him. In his right hand he held a clear plastic cup containing a milky blue liquid, and at the bottom rested...dark brown boba pearls. He gave a satisfactory grin as you clearly stared at the drink, hoping what he was doing would indeed elicit a good reaction from you.

“It’s exactly what you think it is, prince(ss). Milk tea with boba. And much to your delight, you get to watch me drink the whole thing in silence!”

Now this was an interesting situation.

“You...learned to make boba just to taunt me? Ray didn’t even really know what it was-”

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. All that matters is at the end of the day~,” Saeran cooed. “You. Get. None!”

And with that he was sent into a fit, naturally because he believed himself to be the king of comedy as he tortured you. He walked over to the little tea table at the room’s center, plopping himself down in one of the cushioned chairs before taking a big sip through the thick, pink straw. The man enjoyed the taste dramatically, letting out a loud “mmm”, looking in your direction.

“This stuff is pretty good honestly. The brown sugar syrup you make the tapioca balls in is so sweet~ and the tea is rather refreshing. It really hits the spot~”

His pretty lips formed his signature smirk as his icy glare met your eyes, then looking away to whip out his...light rosey colored phone. With his focus now on the screen of the tiny hand held device, he maneuvered the cup to rest on his upper chest which he puffed out, chewing the straw and sipping up more of the drink’s sweetness here and there. As he was looking away from you, you could take a moment to appreciate how cute he was, face clearly softening a little as he chewed the gummies and took a small break from work.

“Well there we have it,” you finally spoke. “Now I know two new things. You like sweets and we both like boba.”

He looked at you before giving a good eye roll, taking the straw out of his mouth but leaving the cup supported as it was, raising his arm up to it for further safety.

“Well aren’t you clever, toy. Maybe, since you’re such a know- it-all, you can start making me stuff like this. You know, because I ‘like it’.”

He then retreated back to ignoring you with a huff, scrolling up on his phone.

Now this...you thought, was the perfect opportunity to strike and get his attention sweetly, his guard being completely down. It was time for the toy to have some play time of their own to lighten him up and give him some affection, even if you were playing with fire. But what was the best way to reach him, being as difficult as he was?

Creep up and tickle his sides: https://suspiciouslybluemilktea.tumblr.com/post/656204961659731968/please-refer-to-the-introduction-before-reading

Steal the boba and go in for a kiss: https://suspiciouslybluemilktea.tumblr.com/post/656204969448521728/please-refer-to-the-introduction-before-reading

Remove the boba and rest your chin on his chest where the cup once was: https://suspiciouslybluemilktea.tumblr.com/post/656204975291154432/please-refer-to-the-introduction-before-reading

#Instagram #suit saeran #saeran x mc #saeran x reader #saeran choi #mystic messenger saeran

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wonderwomanfantasy · 3 years

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Momo Yayorozu is a lesbian and just doesn’t know it yet.

my computer died half way through writing this and none of it saved so while I love momo I am done with it.

Omega! Yayorozu x Alpha! Reader.

warnings: light smut,

word count: 2,300 (about)

summary: You and momo are good friends, you just wished you were a little more.

Yayorozu’s hands were unusally soft for a hero. I mean you’d think with all the fighting she did that she would have at least a few callouses on her hands but no, they were always so soft. Not that you were all that surprised, she probably had some fancy lotion that cost a fortune and worked miracles. Her hands were on you now, slowly working out the kinks in your shoulders.

“You really need to be more careful (y/n) you could seriously hurt yourself if you keep trying to spar while you aren’t properly stretched out,” she scolded lightly. You knew she was right, but if this was the treatment you get for not stretching, you couldn’t complain. Her scent was soft, like cherry blossoms and citrus.

“Not that I don’t apricate this Momo, but people might get the wrong idea if you stay so close to an Alpha,” you warned and felt her freeze for a minute.

“I don’t care, Everyone knows were just friends anyway,” she said and you felt a sharp spear pierce your heart. that’s right, you were just friends. And of course, no one would think twice about Momo rubbing your shoulders, she was straight after all.

The two of you were still surprisingly close for an Alpha and Omega to be. It hurt a little bit each time she took your hand in hers, or cuddled up next to you during class movie nights.

Even though you had no chance, it was hard not to fall in love with her.

“(y/n)?” Momo prompted and you realized she had asked you something while you were spacing out.

“Sorry what was that?” you asked

“Do you want to get boba?” she asked picking up her gym bag and you followed her.

“Sure,” you agreed and a wide smile spreading across her face making your heart do funny things. “my treat,” you added. and her smile evaporated turning into a stubborn pout.

“(y/n) why do you never let me spoil you?” she whinned hanging off your arm dramatically maing you chuckle. you placed your hand on her lower back steadying her.

“Come on Momo it’s just my Alpha instinct, You don’t want to hurt my pride do ya?” you shrugged and she huffed.

“Okay but I’m paying next time,” she said and you agreed placidly.

The boba shop wasn’t too far from the gym you worked out at, momo staid on your arm as you walked. She leaned her head on your shoulder as you waited in line making your heart skip a beat. you looked around the small boba shop at the other people, and you wondered if they thought you were a couple.

“Hey (y/n) will you order for me? I need the bathroom,” Momo said squeezing your hand and pulling away from you. instantly you missed her closeness.

“sure,” you said with a nod. and turned your attention back to the line thinking about what she would want. Normally she got the brown sugar milk tea but maybe you’d surprise her with the caramel one instead.

You placed your order and waited patiently for your name to be called, then you felt a small tap on your shoulder. When you turned you saw a short yellow-haired omega girl looking up at you, a bright pink blush across her round cheeks.

“Can I help you?” you asked polielty,

“Oh! sorry I was just wondering if that girl you were with was your mate,” she asked and you did your best not to grimace. It wasn’t her fault so there was no use getting mad at her.

“No, we’re just friends,” you admitted. She beamed

“Oh! well my name is Peko and uhm i just think you’re gorgeous and I was wondering if you’d want to go out with me?” She offered, for an omega she was certainly bold. Suddenly Momo was back at your side, her hand taking its place in yours.

“A friend of yours?” she asked. you squeezed her hand and turned your attention back to Peko.

“I’m sorry, you seem like a very sweet Omega but I’m a UA student and I’m too busy to date anyone right now, I’m sorry,” you said and winced as she deflated.

“It’s alright, It was nice to meet you!” she said before scurrying over to her own friends.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make things awkward,” Momo said

“Don’t worry about it,” you said with a shrug then to lighten the mood you elbowed her lightly.

“Rejecting girls isn’t any big deal for a heartbreaker like me,” you teased wiggling your eyebrows

“Oh how could I forget Omega’s just love you don’t they,” she giggled.

Momo couldn’t stop thinking about your interactions today. For some reason it felt wrong to see you with another Omega, one that was flirting with you no less. and even though you had said it as a joke, she couldn't help but think that you really were a “babe magnet” as Denki would put it. It made her uncomfortable for some reason.

Maybe it was because if you stopped spending so much time with her you would have enough time for a mate. No, you were her best friend, you wouldn't just drop her like that, even if your future mate demanded it. Momo knew that if her future Alpha ever suggested she spend less time with you she would drop him in a heartbeat. No Alpha was worth losing you over. but what if you didn’t feel the same way about her? the idea gnawed at her.

While she had never asked it, Momo had always sort of assumed the two of you would stick together after graduation, maybe even move in together once you both started working. She could very clearly see herself coming home to you after a long day of work and relaxing in your arms. or dancing around the kitchen together while you thought her how to cook.

But maybe that was just a fantasy in her head.

Her skin felt hot, itchy. Signs of her upcoming heat. She started moving around the room picking at her nest and rearranging it lightly. it was made of soft blankets and stuffed animals on her enormous bed. and at the heart of her nest was a collection of items you’d scented for her.

There were other items scented by alphas, but they were on the outskirts of her bed. None of them offered the comfort your scent did. Fermilar, soft, warm, protective. She wondered if she’d ever find an Alpha who smelled as good as you did.

Her phone buzzed and she saw you had texted her. You wished her a good night, and told her that you would be stopping by after class to check on her, so she should text you if she needed anything. Momo smiled and wondered if she could sucker you into to Facetiming with her so she could fall asleep with you. She knew you would, You always spoiled her when she was this close to her heat. You were going to make some omega really happy one day.

Momo woke up late the next day, a dull ache set in to her whole body. She whimpered and checked her phone. Just another text from you telling her good morning and reminding her to text if she needed anything. She really did love you, as much as a best friend could love somone.

Momo rolled on her side and brought her favorite hoodie to her nose breathing in your scent, which relaxed the pain some but also brought on a pang of longing in her core. She sighed, breathing in again, this was going to be a long day.

You spent the whole day fidgeting and nervously tapping on your desk. It was hard to focus on the lesson being thought when your omega was out hurting. It was wrong to be so possessive of Yaoyorozu but you couldn’t help the flare of hormones that just so happened to hit you everytime she went into heat.

You checked your phone religiously, Momo texted you as soon as she woke up telling you that she had everything she need but still wanted to see you after class. But that didn’t stop the fidgity way you checked your messages, after all you needed to know if she changed her mind.

The second the bell rang you bolted out of the room, tearing to the dorm room grabbing a convenience store bag full of treats for her before tripping over yourself to get to her room. Even if Momo claimed she didn’t need anything you would sooner turn up dead than show up empty-handed.

You took one deep breath before knocking at the door.

“(y/n)?” she asked

“Yeah Princess it’s me can I come in?” you asked. Princess was a special nickname you only used when she was hurt or in heat,

“The doors unlocked,” she replied and you took that as your queue to enter. To most Alphas, it would be maddening to walk into a room with an in heat Omega, but it was strangely calming for you. your nerves subsided as you saw Momo curled in her nest wearing one of your old hoodies.

“You shouldn’t leave the door unlocked its dangerous,” you chided softly, placing the bag on her side table and sitting gingerly on the edge of the bed, careful not to intrude on her nest.

“ ‘snot dangerous, I have you to protect me,” she whinned. You alpha let out a deep internal purr. That was right, you were her alpha and you were going you protect her better than anyone else could.

“Still you need to be careful when I’m not around Princess,”

“stop scolding me, come cuddle,” she huffed rolling her eyes and opening her arms.

“are you sure? You want me in your nest?”

“(y/n) you make up half of my nest now come here.” You thought about teasing her for being so bossy but decided against it. crawling over tward her and taking her warm body into your arms. Momo’s arms locked around you like a vice, you got comfortable knowing you’d be there for a while.

she buried her nose in the crook of your neck breathing in your scent and her hands went to your hair, running her fingers through it softly. You held her just as tight, your hands trailing up and down the curve of her back.

“Missed you today,” you said into her hair, her breath tickled your neck as she spoke

“I missed you more,”

“Now way you missed me more. You have a million things I scented for you it’s not the same,” you protested

“Did too miss you more, I’m in heat I needed my Alpha!” She shot back. you froze uner her and she pulled back, confused at your sudden change in mood.

“Momo, you can’t say stuff like that,” you said gravely serious, then seeing the confusion on her face you contued.

“you’re still an Omega, and one in heat for that, it does things to me when you say that,” you growled.

Momo’s thighs clenched together, it was deeply appealing to know she could rile you up so easily. Her hands moved to your stomach feeling the soft skin and bit her lower lip. She had never realised how much she needed to touch you. at that moment it didn’t mater to her that you were her friend, and a girl, she just wanted more of you.

“so, It turns you on when I call you Alpha?” she asked. it was very unladylike of her, but worth it to see the blood rush to your face,

“Momo-”

“or is it the needing you part? because that was true I needed you so badly all day Alpha,” before she could even blink you had fliped her onto her back and crashed your mouth to hers. She responded eagerly, kissing you with a passion she didn’t even know she had. It was exhilarating to kiss you and feel your body press down on hers. it felt right.But as soon as it started it ended.

“Damn it,” you growled, angry at yourself for losing control. you forced yourself off the bed leaving momo dazed behind. Your mouth still buzzed, it had been everything you had ever dreamed of to kiss her.

“I’m sorry Momo,” you said running your hand through your hair. “I should go,” you said, the smell was starting to get to you in a way it never had before, every instinct was telling you to kiss her again.

“wait, (y/n) please,” she called, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back, she was too close and you pounced again. Kissing her ferociously, your tongue slipping past her soft pink lips. you moaned into her touch before ripping yourself away again. Fuck she was delicious.

“I can’t control myself, I need to go,” you growled.

“I love you (y/n) please stay. I want you to kiss me like that, I meant it when I said I needed you,” she pleaded, tears forming in her perfect gray eyes. you whipped her eyes and kissed her softly.

“you mean that Princess?” you asked against her mouth, your hands lost in her thick black hair. she nodded, leaning in to kiss you this time.

“I love you so much,” she said you pushed her back, laying yourself out across her chest. as you savored her kisses.

“I’ve loved you for the longest time,” you said.

“then you’ll keep kissing me?” she asked making you laugh.

“mmhmm babygirl I’m all yours.”

#alpha momo #momo yaoyozoru #momo x reader #imagine momo #my hero academia #my hero acadamy #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia abo #my hero academia head cannon

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the196thbattalion · 4 years

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star wars human! high school! au

i’ve seen so many headcanons circling throughout the star wars tumblr about high school au’s, so i wanted to share my bit with all of you :D

anakin skywalker

five words: REBEL CHILD ON A MOTORCYCLE.

he doesn’t like riding the school bus because it makes him feel extremely claustrophobic, so he scrapped and scavenged up parts to make his own customized motorcycle, which he lovingly dubbed artoo.

the blue and silver detailing was the joint effort of ahsoka and obi-wan, because anakin doesn’t know how to paint.

if he can catch up to the bus, he’ll ride alongside it and flip off the students on it before revving on ahead of them. (the freshmen think it’s the funniest thing in the universe)

probably one of the most well-known juniors in the entirety of temple high school (mostly because of his shenanigans but partly because he’s dating padme fuckiNG AMIDALA, PRETTIEST GIRL IN THE DAMN SCHOOL)

he always wears this worn-down leather jacket his mom gave to him before she passed away, and refuses to take it off, even though it’s somehow “a violation of the dress code and should be outlawed.”

his hair alone has seduced eight different students (boys and girls)

sometimes during study hall, ahsoka or padme will get a hold of his hair and style it into little braids or make a super rad ponytail.

he really likes iced coffee with milk and sugar. he puts in the milk to make it nice and light (it’s aesthetically pleasing, obi-wan!), and then like eight tablespoons of sugar to make it actually taste good.

his favorite class is mechanics, taught by kit fisto.

anakin spent months on a mechanical arm project to replace his clunky plastic prosthetic, and he was so freaking happy when it was finished; he almost cried. (he did cry and ahsoka got it on video)

obi-wan kenobi

a mixture of the soft™, pretty™, hippie™, grunge™, vsco™ and nerd™ tropes.

he really likes peppermint tea with lots of honey but takes his coffee black.

he has had too much tea.

someone needs to stop him.

almost all of his classes are ap courses, and if cody hadn’t been watching when obi-wan was making his schedule, all of them would be.

him, cody and padme have ap english with mace windu, and cody knows how much his classes stress him out, so he lets obi-wan sleep during class and sends him the notes

the only ap class obi-wan doesn’t take is mechanics, and he shares that class with anakin.

anakin and obi-wan are super close with each other. kenobi was there when ahsoka was adopted, and anakin was there when kenobi got his cat. (they were like 5 okay)

“NAME IT C3PO OBI-WAN, OR I SWEAR TO FUCK-” “what kind of name is that, and why would i - anAKIN PUT HIM DOWN!?”.

mr. fisto constantly has to split them up for disrupting the class, but it’s almost like they can communicate telepathically, and the teachers have a running bet

mace windu literally bet $50 on these fucking nerds so you know it’s for realsies

in reality, they’ve just gotten super creative with passing notes.

kind of off topic, but he has these brown harry potter glasses that he uses (kinda for reading???? but mostly so he can do that anime pushing up glasses thing)

cody thinks it’s the funniest shit ever

whenever cody is feeling stressed, obi-wan just does the thing™ and BOOM! happiness.

people think he’s a goodie two shoes, and honestly, it’s really easy to think that. if the iconics are trying to do something stupid, he’s usually the voice of reason.

but parties?

…

you know what, just ask anakin for the video footage.

ahsoka tano

this hs!au ahsoka tano turned me bisexual confirmed ✔

okay before i go into her style, which is mainly what made me drool over my computer, can i just put skatergirl!ahsoka out there?

spray painting of the rebellion symbol all over the bottom of her board and on items in a couple of the places where she skates the most (like the back of an abandoned car yard)

her instagram is filled with these super cool vhs-tape recorded skate videos (u know)

lots crackhead 3am visits (starring anakin, rex, kenobi and barris) to a gas station to get slushies and grind the shit out of the curb connecting the store to the parking lot

trying to teach anakin how to skateboard but he just can’t figure it out? uh yes

“try to balance skyguy!” “HOW DO I MOVE? DO I SCOOT? SNIPS THIS ISN’T FUNNY AND I WANT TO GET OFF – GUYS, STOP LAUGHING!”

okay okay okay i’m done

for now

anyway, her style???? is so???? fucking????? cool!!!!!

her genetics gave her a 80% of having vitiligo, so it really wasn’t a surprise when patches of her skin got lighter, but it still freaked her out a little bit.

basically, went like this: “DAD, I’M TURNING WHITE!” “???? oh my gosh ‘soka, no.”

she has long braided dreadlocks she dyed a super bright orange with various colored beads woven into them with the help of anakin and padme. she usually styles them into little space buns atop her head.

her entire clothing wardrobe consists of fishnets, neon bomber jackets, at least 11 bisexual beanies™, handmade patchy jeans, white tank tops, and light-up platform shoes.

she doesn’t give two flying fucks about the dress code, and – IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MOST BUSY HALLWAY - punched principal sidious over whether or not she “could wear shorts that short” (anakin may or may not have cheered when she broke his nose).

the fetts (chuck have mercy)

*cracks le knuckles* i’ve put it off long enough

we have: fox (24), wolffe (19), cody (17), rex (17), echo (16), fives (16), boil (15), waxer (14), hardcase (13), jesse (12), longshot (8), kix (6), tup (3), gree (2) and boba (9mo)

wolffe is off at college - fox already graduated and moved out, that cheeky little fucking shit - but both still keep in good contact with the fam, and it’s a constant clamor between eleven of the siblings of who gets to talk to them first

fox majored in government/politics, bly is majoring in space/astronomy, and wolffe is majoring in police/law enforcement shit (i don’t know how college works, so sue me)

cody and rex are juniors, and despite their similar looks, the amount of schoolwork each of them completes drastically varies

cody is the honor roll student, valedictorian, whatever you want to call it

rex kinda just either does the work really well or 9/10 times gets distracted by anakin or ahsoka sending him some nice spicy memes

cody tried to tutor rex but it ended up almost landing tup in the hospital

“that’s really simple, actually. if you – vod? rex, are you okay? what are you oH NO TUP DON’T PUT THAT IN YOUR MOUTH-”

fetts on the varsity football team is like a right of passage in the family

right now, only the juniors of the fett family are on the team, but the coach has eyes on fives and echo for next years team

SPEAKING OF

echo, fives and boil are the infamous sophomore trio that pulled the milk bucket prank on the gym teacher, pong krell.

they had to help the janitor (99) clean up afterwards, but they genuinely enjoyed 99’s company, because he’s rad as shit and knows all the secret school passageways.

to be honest, not one person (except maybe sidious) was complaining

that motherfucker makes everyone run like eight laps during gym class

even mr. windu gives them a small smile in the hallways after that

boil says he was blackmailed into it

waxer is a freshman (the poor dude, i’m so sorry), and he always looks out for the nervous freshies

if someone is having a bad day, he’ll give them a lollipop (he carries around a whole bag), a place to sit during lunch, and a shoulder to cry on

all you need to do to find waxer is to locate this long ass line of children

the school counselor, plo koon, sometimes brings his niece numa into school during the day because he can’t find a babysitter, and waxer. fucking. loves. her. PERIOD.

w+n pull these tiny little pranks on teachers, and the staff pretends not to notice, but numa always giggles and gives them away.

boil has a soft spot for numa too, and sneaks her rice krispies.

bonus shit i want to add in but can’t figure out where to put it (or i’m just gonna add it on and shit)

plo koon adopted anakin after his mother died (him and anakin’s mother were good friends), and found ahsoka on the side of the street, shivering like a maniac.

he doesn’t know where ahsoka came from, but he loves her so gOD DAMN MUCH.

he’s the school counselor, and still keeps in touch with a lot of students even after the graduated (he thinks that majoring in law enforcement/police is a bit dangerous for wolffe but he still supports his unofficial but basically son 100%)

yoda is the super old but radically rad english teacher.

his entire point of existence in my mind fic is to troll the shit out of palpatine.

a recent conversation starring yoda and palps: “did you give the students the mountain of extra work i assigned them?” “for the students, that was?” i’m sorry. my bad, that is.” “this is the seventh time, yoda.”

okay but for real

mace windu violently roots for the school football team.

“BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM, CODY! YOU TOO...OTHER CODY!”

“THAT’S A HOLDING! THAT’S A HOLDING!”

“REF IF YOU DON’T COUNT THAT TOUCHDOWN THEN I SWEAR TO SAMUEL L. JACKSON I WILL COME DOWN THERE AND BEAT YOUR SORRY PINSTRIPED ASS!”

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averagejoesolomon · 3 years

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This one is just a straight-up good time, and I hope you love it as much as I do. Full Circle can be read from the beginning on Ao3. Enjoy!

Chapter Eight

“It’s like we didn’t even watch the same movie.”

The sweet, sugar scent of cherry wafts from backseat to front as Abby throws herself forward, hands wild with every word. “Boba Fett is the galaxy’s biggest badass,” she says, with the pop of her sucker. “And you can’t convince me otherwise.”

She lands perfectly in his rearview mirror and his attention flickers once, twice, three times from the road ahead. A golden sunrise stretches in through the windshield and across the dash, washing over her with a renewed warmth. The light turns her eyes from green to brown, more hollow now than usual, and Matt can’t help himself. He takes the time to steal a selfish, lingering look. He stares. And he swoons. And he reminds himself why she caught his eye to begin with.

Maybe his focus gets lost for a little too long, but he ain’t worried. They’ve traded in Virginia mountains for midwest highways, and this ain’t his first rodeo. He’s driving alongside freshly sprouted cornfields and crooked pole barns. “You can’t honestly say that Boba Fett tops Vader.”

“Uh, that’s exactly what I’m saying.” The road twists, drawing him back in, but he’s got all ears on her. He always does. “Did you hear the way he talks to Vader at Cloud City? Who else could talk to Vader like that and not get Force choked out of their mind?”

Matt scoffs. “Obi-Wan Kenobi, for one—”

“Vader killed Obi-Wan!”

“Which is exactly my point!” His voice is too loud for their little, beaten-up sedan, but it’s impossible to reign himself in with her. She draws out every last bit of his attention, and he wants to give it to her. “If Obi-Wan couldn’t kill Vader, then no one can.”

“Except, maybe—I don’t know—a bounty hunter with a missile launcher?”

“He would just use The Force on the missiles.”

“Maybe The Force doesn’t work on missiles.”

“The Force? Doesn’t work on missiles?” He’s not sure how his voice got this high. “The Force works on everything. Now I know you’re out of your mind.”

“No, you are.” When she speaks, she lands a solid shove to his shoulder, and he can’t help but flinch. The pain in his arm translates into a swerve of the steering wheel, at the exact same time Abby lets out a quick, “Sorry, sorry, sorry!”

They drift over the dashed yellow line, but Matt finds his lane soon enough. There’s no one driving these back roads anyhow. At worst, they’re likely to run across a wayward bunny and not much more. The throb beneath his bandage subsides just as quickly as it came, and they’re back to sunsets and farm fences before Abby can say, “I forgot.”

Rachel’s voice draws his eyes to the rearview once more, to the far side of the bench at his back. Her attention is cast outside of the window, watching for horses, or wildflowers, or whatever else Rachel Cameron might spend her time looking for. “We just patched him up twenty minutes ago. How can you have possibly forgotten?”

Matt’s focus doesn’t linger on Rachel in the same way it does with Abby. When Matt looks at Abby, it’s because he wants to. When he looks at Rachel, it’s because he has to. She seems to know everything, right before the rest of the world figures it out. He has to see her. He has to read her. He has to know what that contemplative expression on her face means. With Rachel, he finds himself staring entirely by accident, because sometimes her very presence pulls him into answers for questions he didn’t even know he was asking.

“Well maybe you patched him up too good,” says Abby, sliding back into her seat with a defensive huff. “You can hardly even tell he was shot.”

“Too well,” Rachel corrects into the glass.

“Don’t let her bring you down, Matt,” says Abby. “I think it was totally sick.”

This fills up a spot in him that the sunshine seems to have missed. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” says Abby. “Every time a person gets shot, they gain, like, a hundred cool points.”

This, at long last, sparks a great big roll of Rachel’s eyes as she peels them away from the window. “Yeah, it’s real cool,” she says, although she’s carrying that edge to her tone. “Right up until—”

“Until it’s the last bullet they ever take.”

By most definitions, Joe is the strong, silent type. When he does speak, the people around him tend to listen, because he doesn’t waste words on things that ain’t worth saying. His mood strikes everyone first, somber and serious, until his meaning finally sinks in. A quiet presses up against the inside of the car, trying desperately to get out, but instead it soaks deep into the four of them.

Rachel doesn’t wait to suffocate. “Yeah.” She turns back toward the window. “What he said.”

There’s a silent something, hanging over each of their heads, and it comes from years of experience that Matt doesn’t have. Surrounded by the smartest covert minds of his generation, he comes to realize the same singular thought that runs through each of them.

Matt was shot. Matt was shot, and it could have been far worse.

But they’re all forgetting one crucial fact—it wasn’t worse. He walked away mostly unharmed, with little more than a new scar to add to his ever growing collection. Matt grew up seeing an old S-mine scar on his father’s calf. His grandfather tells stories about a splotchy mark from a bullet that didn’t quite make it through his hip. This is how the Morgan family men have served for generations, and each of them lived to tell the tale.

What Matt saw today ain’t nothing compared to the battles fought before him, and it won’t do any of them much good to dwell on how it could have compared. “The game was good,” he tries instead, spat through held breath. He’s met with a pause, and plows straight through it. “‘Course, it ain’t a Royals game, but it scratches the itch well enough.”

He’s cast a line into the water, waiting with a baited hook. At first, it looks like slim pickings, but then Joe takes a bite. “Of course it wasn’t a Royals game,” he says. “You can tell on account of how they were actually hitting the ball.”

Matt tsks at him through a cautious grin. “Bold words coming from a man whose boys are fixing for a losing season.”

“Come talk to me when your boys play in the East,” says Joe. “We’ll see how your little Kansas City team does up against Detroit and Boston.”

“Kansas City?” Rachel snides. Her sudden interest is a surprise, given her apparent indifference toward America’s favorite pastime, but curiosity seems to get the better of her. “You root for a team that’s a state and a half away from your hometown?”

“Nebraska doesn’t have a Baseball team.” Joe volunteers the information with just a little too much glee in his voice, but Matt lets it slide. This is the sweetest tone he��s taken with Rachel all day. “Not Major League, anyway.”

“Well,” says Rachel, briefly matching Joe’s delight. “That’ll just break your hodunk little heart, won’t it, Nebraska?”

“This country doesn’t let me down often,” Matt admits, using his free hand to adjust the bill of his KC cap. “But when it does, it’s in the absence of a Nebraskan MLB team—y’all got a team back home?”

Abby scoffs. “Rachel wouldn’t know a baseball from a bag of rocks.”

In their years together, Matt has learned that sisters have a special sort of glare that only works on one another. Anyone else would surely burst into flames beneath it. “My baseball knowledge is limited to home runs and some guy named Cal Ripken Jr.” she says, letting her look linger. “The space in my head is already taken up by more useful information, like the names of every Argentinian ambassador for the past three decades. Or how to kill a man with his own shoelaces.”

“Some guy,” Joe groans, and whatever camaraderie was shared between the two of them now evaporates. He looks over to Matt and echoes it, dismay in every syllable. “Some guy named Cal Ripken Jr.”

And while Joe’s distress is well-founded, there’s a clear conversational priority that they seem to have skipped over entirely. “Hold on.” He holds up a hand to the backseat, stopping them before they can go any further. “You know how to kill a man with his own shoelaces?”

“Three different ways,” she confirms, simple. “And only two of them require both laces. I’ll have to show you sometime.”

This strikes up a mental image that Matt ain’t too keen on, given the love he has for his own neck. “I, uh, think I’ll leave the lace wrangling to you,” he sputters, “if it’s all the same.”

“Suit yourself,” she says, and Matt catches the edge of a pointing finger. Her voice is cool and collected when she asks, “Why is your friend banging his head into the dashboard?”

Sure enough, when Matt steals a glance to his passenger seat, he spots Joe with his forehead up against the dash, gently pounding in rhythm with his own muttering. “Oh,” says Matt. “Yeah, that’ll be about the Cal Ripken Jr. thing.”

“So I take it he’s good?”

“Oh, Rachel,” groans Abby.

“How,” says Joe, popping back up, “are we sharing a car with you?”

Matt’s response ain’t quite so impassioned, acting as a balance to Joe’s outrage. Though her question shoots stakes into Matt's heart, he takes the time to level himself, then grants her a restrained nod. “Uh, yes,” he says. “I’d hold onto his rookie card if I stumbled across it, yeah.”

“Thank you, Matthew,” she says, a point in her words, “for answering my question politely, and without a hint of superiority.”

“If you don’t want superiority,” Joe suggests, “then don’t ask questions with obvious answers.”

Matt lands a hit to Joe’s shoulder, but he isn’t quite able to tell him to lay off before Rachel cuts in with her own defense. “Well then how about we go with something a little less obvious, then,” she says, perfectly innocent. “Because I’ve got plenty of questions about where you disappeared to during the seventh inning today, and how you ended up off comms.”

In an instant, the car shifts from a group of twenty-somethings to a group of highly trained operatives.

Joe doesn’t shuffle. He doesn’t squirm. There’s accusation in the air, although none of them will say it outright. “I already told you—”

“Remind me,” says Rachel, not missing a beat. Sometimes Matt makes the mistake of thinking that Rachel is good at everything. It’s true, to some extent, but it masks her strengths, mixing them in with the rest of her talent. Sometimes he forgets that this is the part she’s best at. “Because Matt got shot looking for you down there—”

“And I saved him before she could bury the bullet anywhere important,” he snaps, and Matt’s heart catches on the memory, as though anticipating the missed shot to finally land. “We both saw suspicious activity, and we both went to investigate. That was our job. I couldn’t have known my comms would go out down there. If I did, I wouldn’t have risked it.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Interesting, because—”

Rachel’s voice is trampled over by a squeal. “Oh my god, everyone shut up.” Abby lunges over the glove compartment, reach, reach, reaching for the knob on the radio. She turns it with abandon, and an operatic harmony begins to blare from all four corners of the car. “I love this song.”

Of course she loves this song. Everyone loves this song. The tension in the car takes an easy turn as Freddie Mercury’s voice leads Bohemian Rhapsody, melting between a grand piano and a simple bass. Abby is the first to give in to the lyrics, reciting every word as though they’re scribed into her soul. Rachel is the next to go, absently humming along with the background melody, and even Joe slides into a careful tap of the foot.

By the time the piano picks up, they’ve all but forgotten what arguments they left behind. The moment acts as unequivocal proof that Queen rocks hard enough to smooth even the roughest edges between strangers. When it comes time, they’re all bobbing their heads to the shred of the guitar—Abby wild, Rachel demure, and Joe as though the world has made him honestly, endlessly angry.

The road passes them by, music blaring and spirits lifted, as Matt glances at Joe one more time. The sun falls over him, now, catching the shadow along his jaw. He looks positively out of place among the fields, all dark leather against the golden hay. Stars will start to shine soon enough, and Joe will blend seamlessly into the night, just as he always does.

But in the meantime, a hesitation buds at the back of Matt’s mind. It ain’t much, but it could be the beginning of something mighty, and important, and mighty important. Because in between the car rental, and the plane tickets, and getting out of Chicago, they haven’t yet debriefed. They haven’t yet written their reports.

And Matt hasn’t yet mentioned to Joe that their mark was a woman.

#Full Circle #this was #so fun #oh my god

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hi! ✨ i read your fic of seiichiro bonding with the reader of cinnamoroll and i loved it! 🥺 do you think maybe you could do a part 2 to that fic where seiichiro takes the reader to sanrio puroland and they’re so excited? and the moment the reader gets to meet cinnamoroll, at first they’re in shock that their favorite sanrio character is right in front of them, but once cinnamoroll waves at them and opens his arms out for a hug, the reader eventually hugs him and they start crying out of happiness and also because cinnamoroll IS JUST SO DAMN CUTE? (omg and bonus points if cinnamoroll realizes the reader’s crying and is trying to wipe their tears away like “no, please don’t cry! be happy ^w^” and seiichiro is just watching the intereaction with a soft smile on his face) thank you so much 😃

Aww this was an absolutely adorable request! I had such a blast writing it, though it did end up a bit long, hope you don't mind! I'm pretty sure I'd also burst into tears if I ever got to meet a sanrio character since I practically grew up with them. Plus, the cuteness would simply be too much for me 🥰 Thank you so much for the request! Remember to take breaks and drink water! I don’t know about you, but it’s been pretty hot recently where I live, so don’t forget to take care of yourself!! Hope you enjoy 💕

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the moment the plate of the glorious golden cinnamon roll was placed in front of you, you had to pinch yourself to make sure that this wasn’t a dream but rather reality. it wasn’t a dream that you were now in puroland; it wasn’t a dream that you were now seated in the cinnamoroll dream cafe; and it certainly wasn’t a dream that you were enjoying this experience side-by-side with the handsome and dependable student council president of your school: seiichiro minamoto. this all felt too good to be true. i mean, never in your wildest dreams did you think that you would find yourself surrounded by everything cinnamoroll, alongside a fellow cinnamoroll lover at that too. you wanted to savor in each and every moment so that it was ingrained into your mind. this day was already becoming perfect.

when you snapped back to your senses, gazing at the rather large cinnamon roll situated right in front of you, your mouth began to water. the sweet cinnamon and sugar aroma that wafted through the air didn’t help either. the dough looked so golden and buttery, the icing a beautiful pure white and light blue, and the little cinnamoroll foam topping on top was just way too adorable. how could you even eat something as pretty as this?

“gah, this is so cool,” you mumbled to yourself, containing a small squeal so that you didn’t just erupt into a little fangirl session right then and there. it looked so perfect and beautiful, but the smell was also making you quite hungry. from all that walking you did and excitement you felt as you visited the puroland attractions, you definitely deserved a snack, no matter how cute it may have been. immediately, you cut out a small piece and ate it, instantly humming in content. it was so warm and buttery and melted in your mouth. there was so much cinnamon goodness though it was perfectly balanced by the sweetness of the icing. sure it might’ve been a bit too sugary and sweet, but you didn’t seem to take notice since you were currently too caught up with the fact that you were eating a cinnamoroll themed dessert. if only you had taken a picture beforehand to commemorate it (you were too caught up in the excitement to even consider it).

the smile never left your face the entire time you ate your dish, though you could’ve sworn you saw seiichiro smile from the corner of your eye. that thought made you quite flustered and caused you to choke up a little, embarrassed at the fact that he had caught you in that little self-indulgent moment of yours. gosh, what if he could tell that you were quietly squealing to yourself? perhaps he even found it to be quite adorable? geez, that thought made you so flushed, and you felt your cheeks begin to warm up. quickly trying to brush that thought aside, you directed your attention towards seiichiro and his snack. it was most likely all in your head anyway. seiichiro was a really sweet guy that everyone loved; there was no way he was pining after you. “what did you get seiichiro?”

his drink looked so dreamy from afar, with its side drizzles and sweets on top. there was even one of those iconic chocolate wafer sticks placed in the brown colored whipped cream that sat atop the drink. sure it was nothing more than a sugar concoction, but it was the perfect thing for a pick me up. the both of you needed the energy anyway, especially since there were still quite a bit of attractions to get through.

“i got the brown sugar boba tea,” he replied, taking a sip from it. “it’s a bit too sweet for me, but it’s still quite good.” the smile that followed did nothing but attack your heart. why’d a simple smile have to look so good on him too? “but how are you enjoying your cinnamon roll?”

“it’s good!” you replied a bit too enthusiastically, though you decided to blame it on your current sugar high. “it’s so buttery and sweet, the perfect snack to satisfy my sweets craving. plus, it has cinnamoroll on it.” you picked up the foam and showed it to seiichiro, still in awe at how adorable it looked. it felt so nice to have someone to bond over the cute puppy mascot with you. “gahh, i can’t wait to meet him. i bet it’s so magical.”

“meeting cinnamoroll always makes me feel better,” seiichiro chimed in. he was happy to see you enjoying yourself and absolutely couldn’t wait for you to meet cinnamoroll. puroland and cinnamoroll were indeed magical, and seiichiro was glad that they were able to help out someone else. “it’ll be worth the trip.”

“i don’t doubt that. when does the meet open though?”

“hm, about two hours from now.”

“damn…” you were starting to grow a bit impatient. don’t get me wrong, you absolutely adored the fact that seiichiro was kind enough to invite you to puroland, and the sights here were something else, but you also were really looking forward to meeting cinnamoroll. taking another bite out of your dessert, you began to imagine just how it would be like to once and for all meet your adored mascot. you might freeze on the spot from all the excitement, perhaps tear up a bit. it was pretty hard to predict how you might react to finally meeting the puppy that you admired so much, but whatever happened, you knew that it’d be a perfect experience at the end. the time to meet cinnamoroll couldn’t have come any faster.

the moment you saw cinnamoroll in front of you, a mere few feet away from where you were standing, you had to pinch yourself to make sure that this wasn’t a dream but rather reality. it wasn’t a dream that you were at puroland; it wasn’t a dream that you were standing in line with seiichiro, waiting for a chance to meet cinnamoroll; and it certainly wasn’t a dream that you were about to meet your hero (maybe it was a bit of a stretch, but you really did adore cinnamoroll who helped you through the toughest times). and just like that we were at the beginning again.

there were a few people in front of you right now, and you were trying your best to calm your nerves before you got to meeting him. every sensation and feeling had left your body at the moment, replaced by nothing but a mixture of nervousness, adrenaline, and excitement, though it was mainly nervousness. everything felt so surreal, as if it was nothing but a hazy dream. it still hadn’t settled in that you were really going to meet cinnamoroll even if he was right in front of you. maybe it was simply your nerves or because you had believed that you weren’t going to be meeting him so soon, but you were finding it rather hard to believe that that was actually cinnamoroll. how would you meet him? oh gosh, what if you fumbled with your words or shook his hands wrong? what if you made a complete fool out of yourself? those thoughts did absolutely nothing to help calm you down.

before you could continue overthinking about how you were going to approach cinnamoroll, you felt a heavy hand on your shoulder. it was warm and comforting; it was reassuring and calmed down your nerves immediately; it was seiichiro. looking up at him, he gave you a soft smile.

“you must be excited,” he chuckled.

“yeah…” you muttered, averting your gaze back to cinnamoroll. he must’ve caught on to how tense you were and wanted to try to ease your anxiety. he must’ve felt the same way when he first met cinnamoroll after all. you were honestly really grateful that you had him by your side. seiichiro really was a dependable and sweet guy, always wanting to help out others. if it weren’t for him, you probably would’ve fainted on the spot right now. he helped keep you standing upright.

by the time it took you to calm down and reset your mind, it was you and seiichiro’s turn to meet with cinnamoroll, though the shock of it all made you freeze up. it took a good few seconds for you to move from your spot, prompted by seiichiro’s gentle push. and soon enough, you were standing in front of your most beloved character, who was dressed in his cute cafe outfit. geez, he looked even more adorable up front in person! his floppy ears were the cutest, and his soft smile did nothing to quell your nerves. this was all so surreal. it still hadn’t settled in that you were, in fact, standing in front of the cinnamoroll right now, so the most you could do was stand in front of him in awe. it really didn’t feel like this was reality but rather a dream.

but the moment cinnamoroll waved at you and held out his arms, motioning for you to hug, it all hit and came crashing down at once. you were physically there at puroland, physically in front of cinnamoroll, and physically meeting him. it sure didn’t feel like reality, but you were damn happy that it was. and when the realization hit, your tears came flowing all at once from the sheer happiness and joy you felt at that moment (plus, he was just way too cute for his own good). you couldn’t believe that you were finally meeting cinnamoroll, the adorable white puppy mascot that helped you through all your good days and bad. he was always there for you, and now you finally had a chance to meet and thank him for all he’s done for you. is this was heaven felt like? ok, that might be a bit of a stretch, but you were on cloud nine at the moment.

you immediately jumped into cinnamoroll’s arms and tightly hugged him, taking in his warmth. it was rather comforting and promptly relieved you of any nerves or adrenaline you had left over. the tears never stopped, however, although it’d be more accurate to say that they couldn’t stop. you were just too euphoric at that moment, and the tears naturally flowed because of it. the fact that you were able to revel in cinnamoroll’s touch was a dream come true.

when the two of you pulled away, cinnamoroll seemed to have noticed your tears with the way he tried to wipe them away and comfort you. needless to say, you were quite taken aback when his stubby arms gently caressed your cheeks, but it felt so nice. sure, it did tickle a bit, but the action only made you feel flushed. his touch was way too reassuring, and although he never spoke, you could tell what he was trying to say from what his touch conveyed: “please don’t cry! i’m right here for you!”

alas, this only made you cry harder. the fact that your favorite character was reassuring you (for real this time too!) made your heart melt. cinnamoroll actually cared for you, and it was one of the only things that you had ever wanted to hear. he was simply too sweet. you didn’t care much for what the scene might’ve looked like for those on the outside, seeing a random person burst into tears at the sight of cinnamoroll. all that mattered at that moment was the fact that you were meeting cinnamoroll.

unbeknowest to you, seiichiro who was standing behind you certainly did think that it was a cute sight. you looked rather adorable as you embraced cinnamoroll, clearly fixating on nothing but him at the moment. it put a smile on his face to see you enjoying himself. in fact, seiichiro was enjoying spending time with you at puroland as well! it was always nice to spend time with a friend, especially one who was just as much as a cinnamoroll fanatic as he was. he totally understood how you felt right now. meeting cinnamoroll was always overwhelming and emotional, at least for him anyway. it felt as if a heavy burden has been lifted, and for a few moments, everything was perfect.

and for you, everything was in fact, perfect. i mean, you finally got to visit puroland and meet cinnamoroll! that itself was more than a perfect day in your eyes. not only that, but you also got to spend the day alongside seiichiro, someone that you considered a friend. it really wasn’t everyday that you met someone who unironically loved sanrio, cinnamoroll in particular, so you held him close to your heart. plus, he invited you to meet cinnamoroll, so he must be a great person (you kid yourself, of course, but you really did love seiichiro).

cinnamoroll really did help bring people together.

#asks #sanrio danshi #sanrio boys #seiichiro minamoto #seiichiro x reader #fluff #fic

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secondhand-trash · 4 years

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i lost count which day is it today but SLUURRRRPS 😌✨

A/N: WHAT IS SLURP EVEN SUPPOSED TO MEAN WTF WTF-👀👄👀

“Have you figured it out yet?”

Osamu gave you a muffled hum as a reply as you peered from behind him. You were latched onto his back, clinging to his side as you looked at the way his eyebrows furrowed and he held his chin with one hand in concentration.

“Is it really that complex?” you asked, looking at the many mugs and cups that were put to the side containing the failed attempts of his past trials.

It was quite frankly your fault. You had been moaning about all the milk tea shops around the block being closed for days on end now that when you jokingly brought up making your own, Osamu jumped right in onto the idea.

“It looks so simple but it just doesn’t taste right..” he said, letting out a heavy sigh as he took the tea bag out from the now brewed tea.

He was so hot when he was being serious. You couldn’t help but snuck a quick glance at your boyfriend’s sculpted side profile as he carefully poured in the milk, forming a cloud of opaque colour in the red until it stirred together to form the milky brown you knew so well.

“This is the last glass we have around and I really can’t drink any more boba at this point.” you said carefully, hinting at him that maybe it was time to give up. But he was in his moment and you knew better than to think you could get him to give up before succeeding when he got competitive with recipes.

This whole shebang started as a way to self-sufficiently solve your cravings but it had now got personal for him and he would not allow his pride to be defeated by something as trivial as milk tea.

The ice cubes clinked in the glass as the tea was poured down onto the brown sugar syrup that was sitting at the bottom. The pot with the syrup and all the pearls was still there on the stove, you looked to the side and recalled the past days you woke up to the smell of burnt sugar. What were you supposed to do with all that if he kept going like this?

“Try.”

His eyes were fixed on you as you took a large gulp of trial 13.5 (the .5 came from that time he accident knocked the cup over before he could fill it all the way up).

You let out a soft breath as you savoured the sweetness that expanded in your mouth, “it’s good-“

“We can do better.” He didn’t even let you finish your sentence as he took the glass away from you, turning back to face the mountain of tea bags that he had taken out.

“You haven’t even tried it yourself,” you said with a disbeliefed chuckle.

“I don’t need to.” He had seen your expression of bliss when you took the first sip of your favourite drink before, and that was no where near it.

An idea sparked across your mind.

“Samu.”

“Hm-?” his eyes widened when you yanked him down by the collar the moment he turned to face you and slammed your lips against his. Your other hand went to press him down deeper into the kiss at the back of his head and not knowing what to do, his hands gripped at your arm to steady himself.

You lips curled up when his tongue swiped across your bottom lip and you opened your mouth slightly to give him access. He could taste the sugar and milk on your lips, the faint scent of burnt sugar linger between your teeth as he tasted it at the tip of his tongue.

You were grinning ear to ear when he pulled back, his chest heaving at the sudden kiss.

“So how was it?”

He poked his tongue out and licked his lips. There was still a bit of your scent lingering.

“I think I might need another taste.”

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu imagine #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu imagines #miya osamu imagine

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