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i am NOT beating the hummingbird allegations guys :/
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With AOTs last episode… Imagine if rumors spread that musician!Eren and Mikasa had something going on in the past. Then reader gets wind of it and they breakup!! I couldn’t imagine what was going through Eren’s head when the media hears about this shit!!!!!
ayooo! I swear, y’all are geniuses fr. I was thinking of something like this. And here I was needing a little drama (I’ll definitely have to do this as a full fic in the future but I gotta talk about thisss sksksjs!!)
content + themes: infidelity(?), angsty vibes, lots of drama, mentions of sex, alcohol mentions
── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ── ･
“Let’s get into this tea, honey. Cause it’s HOT! So boom, (influencer name) this girl right here..is engaged to this man, EJ The Don. This lady here is Mikasa Ackerman, or formerly known as MikaASH. Who is also the manager for both of them. Welllll, girl. Allegedly, she was over here hunching on Mr. EJ behind Miss (y/n)’s back! Mind you, miss girl got a whole HUSBAND herself—“
“Y’all already know what we’re gonna talk about so just buckle in. I could not believe this when I heard it. So word is going around that EJ the Don, Mr. Underground God, the Living Dead Boy..whatever the fuck his name is has been cheating on his girl. And if you don’t know who she is, this is (y/n) (l/n), leader of the Pole Assassins. Gorgeous, gorgeous woman..but this asshole decided to not only fuck around on her but with their manager nonetheless!—“
it was inescapable..every other scroll through TikTok’s feed was some person with a pair of earbuds, speaking over the static wafting through the microphone as they stood before and floated in front of a green screen..pictures and articles of the story plastered behind them. What was the latest topic of discussion and juiciest gossip for the masses; a sure fire way to get themselves circulating in the algorithm was your sad reality. A reality that you wish was all made up.
two people you loved and cared for deeply betraying you in an indescribable way. The woman who’d all but given you your start in this industry. Acting as that of a sister rather than a manager as she helped you navigate fame. And the man..you loved more than life itself. Who showed you what it meant to be happy for the first time in your life. Sleeping together behind your back…you had never felt pain quite like this. There were physical pangs in your chest, your stomach in knots and all of the air feeling as if they had dissipated from your lungs. At that moment, you wanted to disappear into nothing..fade away and never be seen again. But life went on!..you had obligations, business affairs, everything you’d work so hard to achieve. Meanwhile, your phone wouldn’t stop ringing. Missed calls and texts from them both, constantly sounding off back to back because lord knows if you answered, you’d only end up saying or doing something you’d regret. Much like you had hours ago when you stormed out of you and Eren’s home, bags packed with him running after you..tears in his eyes and the promise that nothing had ever happened. But there was proof. Pictures of them all over each other; Mikasa sporting her leather clad, skimpy attire she would wear on stage and him happily grabbing her hips as she bent over. It made you sick to your stomach. Physically ill even..it was too much for you to bare. Apologies, no matter how frequently and loud they were, would never absolve that hurt. The thought of them touching, kissing and doing god knows what behind your back..in your bed!
“Please (y/n)! I know what this seems like but that was from years ago. We were drunk, probably even high. Somebody took those of us, thinking they had something they could sell off to TMZ but you’ve gotta believe me when I tell you..nothing ever happened. I would never come between what you and Eren have—“
“Girl, please. Spare me the tears. If you wanna fuck him, he’s all yours. I’ll be damned if I ever compete for my spot. You got it.”
as much as you were trying to wear the brave face, you were torn apart and seeing her in full blown hysterics, trying to plead their case. But you were having none of it. As for Eren, he was in no better shape. He was devastated..heartbroken. More so than anyone could imagine. He wasn’t even going to bother heading to social media to clear his name as other accused cheaters had done so in the past. Rather, he downed the various bottles of liquor, stowed away in the studio’s cabinets. Angry and frustrated. More so importantly confused.
“Aren’t you going to go get her back, Mr. Jaeger? She can’t possibly believe that’s true. You guys would never..”
“Well she does and when she gets her mind set on something, there’s no changing it…”
how in the hell had a rumor like this started anyway?! Who was so bored as to drudge up old photos and post them, claiming that they had slept together. And most of all?….
how could he face you again..not knowing if it was true himself?
#cherry’s asks 🍒#nonnies 🍒🌹#thank you precious nonnie#you have given me plenty of fuel to be messy with!!!#🤭🤭🤭#aot x black reader#black fem reader#attack on titan#musician x influencer au#eren x black fem!reader#aot au#black reader smut#this is my type of nonsense#I love me some drama#black reader#eren jaeger#eren jaeger x black reader#eren yeager#mikasa ackerman#eren x mikasa#mikasa aot#p2 coming soon#black fanfiction#aot drabbles#aot#snk#musician au#aot imagines#cw infidelity#cw smut
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Hiii! Maybe you can write something with reader having like 20 plants in her dorm. Like a plant mom!
Thanks for requesting :)
Eddie Munson x fem!reader ♡ 979 words
“This isn’t gonna work,” you scold, nudging the spout of your watering can carefully between leaves to the center of the pot. “I gave you the prime sun spot, and you’re still gonna wilt on me? That’s just ungrateful, Phin.”
There’s a knock on the door, and do a once-over of your room before going to meet Eddie at the door. He’d let you know he’d be coming by to pick up the flannel he’d lent you the other night (you’re disappointed you don’t get to keep it, though you haven’t let him know that), but he hasn’t been in your dorm before; you always wait outside when he’s supposed to be picking you up. Thankfully, you’d remembered to put away the folded laundry on your bed, and your space is looking decently tidy.
“Hey.” Your grin is already in place as you open the door, your dopamine centers responding to Eddie’s presence the same as they respond to the aroma of cookies in the oven or your favorite song coming on the radio.
“Hey, you.” Eddie’s smiling too, peering around you to see into your room. “Who’re you talking to?”
“No one.” You open the door all the way to show him, and Eddie’s eyes go wide enough to show white all the way around his irises. “Just Phin.”
“You…you have a fucking jungle in here.” Eddie’s gawping, seeming unable to focus on any one plant as his gaze skims your room. You suppose it probably would look like a bit much if you weren’t used to it. You’ve got greenery lining your windowsill, pots taking up half your desk, vines drooping down from your shelves. You’ve had to put a few on the floor too, since the only other surfaces in the room don’t get enough sun. All in all, it’s a lot of green in not a ton of space. Eddie seems at a loss for words, but then his eyebrows twitch towards each other and he blinks. “Wait, who’s Phin?”
“Phineas,” you explain, gently touching the leaf of your baby pothos. You’d propagated him from a giant one you’ve had for years, but he’s struggling a bit as he roots in his new soil.
Eddie’s looking at you like you’re a marvel now too. “They have names? You talk to them?”
“Of course they have names. And talking is supposed to help them grow.” You soften your voice just slightly, throwing a cautious look at Dorothy over on your shelf. “Though I sometimes wonder if some of them are more introverted than others. Some of my spider plants don’t seem to appreciate it.”
Eddie grins in that familiar toothy way that makes you wonder if he’s going to tease you, but his voice is warm and sweet as honeyed tea when he says, “Well shit, sweetheart, I didn’t know I was coming over to meet so many of your friends. I would’ve dressed better.”
You laugh, gesturing for him to follow as you go sit on your bed. “I wouldn’t worry about it, I don’t think they can even tell us apart. Which is a shame, because I devote so much care to them and they wouldn’t know me from Adam, but oh well.” You let your gaze skim over Eddie as he gets comfy beside you, laying down on his side and propping one head on his hand. He’s got on another flannel, under which is a Black Sabbath t-shirt. His jeans are faded, with a stain that looks suspiciously like chocolate just above the knee, and his hair is taking well to the lack of humidity in the chilly season, curls bouncy and defined. “You look nice anyway, so.”
Little lines spread like cartoonish rays of sunshine from the outer corners of Eddie’s eyes. “Daww, thanks, sweet thing. Sure you’re not just buttering me up so you can keep my shirt?”
You look to where you’ve left it, washed and folded primly on your desk. “I’m not,” you promise wistfully, “but…if that would work on you, I can start.”
Eddie takes your hand and begins tracing the lines of your palm absentmindedly. “You can have it. I mostly just wanted to see you. And I got to meet the roommates, so double bonus.” Your heart swells like a hot air balloon, big and warm and buoyant in your chest. Eddie turns your hand over, stroking gently at the skin below your knuckle. “What happened here?”
You lean over to see, laying down next to him with your shoulder pressed against his bicep as he runs his thumb over a tiny cut on your middle finger. “Oh, that was Willie.” You nod towards the cactus on the edge of your desk. “He scraped me while I was moving him to a bigger pot.”
Eddie glares in the cactus’ direction. “Little fucker,” he grumbles, kissing your finger lightly. “You can’t let these guys push you around, babe. You’re too good, you’ll take care of them no matter what. I think I’m gonna have to start coming around more to lay down the law.”
You don’t think of your plants as nearly so villainous as Eddie paints them, but you’re not going to argue against his being in your room more often. You tilt your head until it hits his shoulder. “If you think so,” you say noncommittally.
“I do,” he confirms, turning your hand back over and bringing it to lay on his chest, both of his clasped over it protectively. “You’re my best girl, you know? I can’t let you be bullied by a bunch of leafy assholes.”
“They’re generally nice to me.” You smile against his shoulder, and Eddie’s kiss is a gentle pressure on the top of your head.
“For now, sweetheart, but they’ve got you surrounded. Think I’d better stick around for a while, just to keep an eye on things.”
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listening to 'asleep' by the smiths
tw: child loss
"do you think it'll be sunny all the time?"
"hmm...the occasional rainy day might be nice."
"mm. i like rain."
on the muted floral colors of your pillowcase, steve turns his head. hair whooshing with the gentle shift, splaying out in hazelnut colors. the green of his sweatshirt has faded in the wash, blown soft by the wind on the drying line outside the window. overhead, it blares the orange and yellow light of mid-afternoon.
he's looking at you, eyes flicking over your profile. "yeah...me too"
there's an old water stain on the ceiling that steve once said is shaped like an elephant. you think it just looks more like a blob. but you have been staring at it above your bed for far too many years.
"it's nice," you whisper, trying not to give into his peering.
steve continues anyway, letting his cheek touch the flattened pillow. your bedsheets are rumpled between your bodies, cushioning yesterday's clothes. you never changed when you came home. couldn't get past the bed.
"yeah...it is," he agrees just as quietly.
his finger enters the plain of your palm, grazing the skin so delicately that it tickles. you twitch at the touch, a smile ghosting over your mouth. he wants to capture it—this moment—in a photograph and paste it on the old wallpapered wall. in this tiny trailer, where you'd spent your youth, where you shared a home. where you dreamed of worlds outside of the one the pair of you were continually stuck in.
"how would we go?"
"a plane. a plane with the fanciest seats and all the roasted peanuts you want. and they hand out free headsets and airplane pillows."
you let your eyes flutter closed, humming again. "layover?"
steve swallows, and against the stiff quiet of the room, it echoes. a dog barks somewhere, a few rows away. children scuttle and chatter. it's saturday, and there are much better things to do.
you never knew fridays could be capable of what yesterday was.
"one," steve replies, still running circles over your palm. "texas."
your lips wiggle into another half-grin. closing your eyes makes you tired, and the room feels warm. regaining circulation, losing blood—it fatigues.
"that's out of the way."
steve shrugs, though you can't see it. he can't stop looking at you. he's worried if he stops, you'll disappear. he's always worried you'll disappear.
"just a little fun. it lasts a day, and we'll go to the rodeo. get an iced tea for the flight home."
"an iced tea," you marvel breathily.
steve swallows again. it clicks and sizzles down his throat. he swallows a lot when he feels tears coming on. your nostrils flare with the onset of your own.
"yeah," he agrees, mumbling now. "with all the sugar you want."
"l-lemons?"
"lemons, too."
snapping your eyes open, you flick your head over and bump into his nose. he shuffles closer, nuzzling the tips of them together. the breath he releases seems needed. your hands claps together between your sandwiched bodies.
almost twenty-four hours since you left the clinic. hours of collecting bedsores between waddled and winced trips to the bathroom. not once in those long, taffy-pulled hours did you cry.
but here they are, those inevitable tears.
"you th-think she'll have l-lemons, too?" you whimper, lip wobbling.
steve presses his forehead against your own. when his eyes close, they squeeze free hot tears.
"y-yeah, honey. she lives in a world full of lemons."
you sniffle and sink further into his soft and colorful clothes. "good. she liked lemons."
his thumb catches a tear beading down your cheek blindly. "yeah, she did."
for three weeks after the first test, all you did was drink iced tea with lemons.
it might be silly to think that in heaven, god gives away something so small, but one could only hope.
#rolly!#steve harrington#steve harrington angst#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington blurb
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Obey me! Silly little headcannons
Nightbringer has made me so so so sad, so I'm making silly little headcannons for the original timeline to make me happier :,)
When Leviathan has to go to RAD, he spends most of his free time in the back corner of the library with Satan and reads Manga
When Solomon is very stressed or overworked, he likes to have green tea with honey (Sometimes Luke brings it to him if he stays in his room for too long)
Mammon does little dances with his hands when he's walking somewhere if there's no one around
Sometimes, when Lucifer is listening to his records, he imagines himself dancing with MC and ends up having to turn it off cause he's too distracted
Asmo listens to screamo when he's by himself (occasionally with MC)
When Beelzebub is watching a movie with MC, he'll hold their hand and encourage them to lean against him
Belphegor has Crossy road on his phone but gets unreasonably frustrated with it causing him to play it for around a week before ignoring it for months only to replay the cycle
Barbatos kisses MC's knuckles on both of their hands everytime he greets them
Diavolo will occasionally attempt to learn about devildom internet culture only to go to Barbatos and ask him what it all means
Siemon really enjoys drawing wand will sketch little birds in his note books
Luke has secret handshakes with Simeon and Solomon (wants to make one with Barbatos but is too scared to ask)
Mephistopheles frequently listens to Beyoncé and Lady Gaga
Once Thirteen had found out what crazy frog was, she played it on repeat to try and get Solomon to leave (It is still stuck in her head and she hums it a lot)
Raphael once got a mood ring as a present from Luke and would stare at it for hours out of confusion (He'd be like 'But I'm not angry?? What is this trickery??') It's in a locked draw now
The House of Lamentation has bi-weekly hot chocolate night where everyone sits in the living room together with hot chocolates (Satan does little designs for them, and purposefully messes up Lucifer's)
Purgatory House has movie night Fridays where any of Solomon's choices have to be checked first cause he keeps recommending horror movies
Diavolo wants to have weekly events like that but never has much time so he settles on bi-weekly wednesday tea times with Barbatos, MC , and occasionally Lucifer
MC has clothes, toothbrushes, etc, at both Purgatory house and the Demon Lord's Castle cause of how much they stay over
Oki Doki, that is it for now!! I think I'm finally gonna start posting stuff so hello everyone!! Can someone also please tell me how to do that 'under the cut' stuff?? I wanna make NSFW headcannons :(
#obey me#obey me! shall we date?#obey me solomon#obey me asmodeus#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me diavolo#obey me barbatos#obey me simeon#obey me luke#obey me thirteen#obey me Mephistopheles#obey me raphael#obey me silly headcannons#obey me fluff#obey me x mc
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— B A S I C S
Name: Briar (the) Redfeather
Nicknames: 'Rose', 'Little Fox', 'Wildling'
Age: Early 20s in ARR, probably nearing 30 by Dawntrail (depending on timeline)
Nameday: 21st Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon (not that he knows exactly. He just knows the month)
Race: Half-Elezen/Half-Hyur (Padjal bloodline through Hyur)
Gender: Non-binary, masculine leaning (born male, prefers he/they)
Orientation: Demiromantic Greysexyal
Profession: Healer, Shepherd, Warrior of Light(depending on the 'verse)
— P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S
Hair: strawberry blonde, almost rose gold with lighter gold highlights due to the sun. He has 3A curls, although when kept short the curls are less noticeable.
Eyes: warm moss-green flecked with gold
Skin: naturally quite pale, faint golden tan from the sun and tons of freckles everywhere.
Tattoos/scars: no tattoos. Leaf birthmark on his right shoulderblade. Plenty of scars, including the slice from a spear on his left cheek, burn scars on his left shoulder and back, and rather heavily scarred palms and undersides of his fingers due to a nasty injury to his hands
— F A M I L Y
Parents: His mother was named Saule (Willow) and her family was from Dravania, but sought shelter in the Black Shroud when Saule was very small. His father was known as Ciro, officially U-Ciro-Tek before he was disgraced and exiled from being a Padjal.
Siblings: Briar was an only child, as was his mother.
Grandparents: Briar knows nothing about Ciro's parents, other than they died some years before he was born. Saule's father died before he was born. His grandmother died when he was under two so he has no memories of her.
In-laws and Other: As far as Briar knows, his only living blood relative is E-Rani-Tek, Ciro's older brother and a Padjali pariah.
Pets: Briar has a terrible habit of adopting many a creature, although if they are wild-born his goal is always to return them to the wild. Currently, he has a small herd of sheep, a flock of chickens, three Chocobo (one grown, two chicks), a dog named Jack, and a unicorn friend named Whinny. (And a lot of little forest friends that take care of themselves but visit often.)
— S K I L L S
Abilities: Despite normally not eating meat, Briar is a skilled archer, hunter, and tracker. He is an avid gardener. He has a knack for animal handling. He has a decent, if untrained, singing voice. He knows a lot about herbal medicine and non-magical healing. He rides quite well.
Hobbies: Briar loves a good book, particularly romance. He loves beekeeping. He is quite skilled in many kinds of fibre arts, including weaving, spinning, and sewing. He likes to draw as well.
— T R A I T S
Most Positive Trait: Briar is a very kind person. He always gives the benefit of the doubt. He does his best to settle things without violence if he can. He forgives often and tries to be empathetic to everyone he meets.
Most Negative Trait: Briar can definitely be naive. He forgives when he shouldn't. He has a very hard time understanding why anyone would be cruel. Sometimes he simply doesn't get it and it puts him at a disadvantage with people more than willing to take advantage of that.
— L I K E S
Colours: Blues, greens, golds.
Smells: Fresh-cut wood. The smell of rain on grass. Hay. The smell of clean, well-oiled leather. Honey.
Textures: Silky fabric. Soft wool. Supple leather. Smooth wood.
Drinks: Various teas, often floral varieties. Soft spot for juices. Loves the rare treat of hot chocolate.
— O T H E R D E T A I L S
Smokes: He doesn't.
Drinks: He is not against a glass of something fairly light in safe company but left to his own devices, Briar doesn't really have the urge to drink.
Drugs: He doesn't.
Mount Insurance: He would have no idea what that is, but he does have a unicorn he rides in the Black Shroud, but normally prefers his own feet. (Once he's officially in the steppes, I might get him an actual house.)
Been Arrested: Detained by Wood Wailers more than once, but not officially arrested.
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sometimes i think about the fact that barbatos is always inviting mc over to try new tea or always brews some when they have business at the castle
and then i think about the fact that I don't like tea irl... just agua de jamaica if that counts, and sweet tea mixed with lemonade 🤣
I wonder if it'd make him more eager to find one that you do like, or if he'd try to accommodate you if you really don't like it and serve something else.
Honestly, the way I am, I might've sucked it up for him and drank it anyway to not be rude ajsjdk. Like for example, I can't eat strawberries because the seeds throw me off texture wise, but my coworker/friend made me chocolate covered strawberries for Valentine's, and you best believe I managed to eat 2/4 because I wasn't about to turn down a gift LMAO
- ✨ anon
Yo of course agua de jamaica counts! As does the sweet tea mixed with lemonade (also known as an Arnold Palmer and also is good spiked with vodka~).
I have opinions on this lol. I make my own agua de jamaica, but it's kind of just whatever I thought sounded good so it's not exactly authentic. But the base is hibiscus tea. That is still very much tea. I cold brew mine with loose petals, a stick of cinnamon and a whole piece of star anise... and of course a ton of sugar and a lil bit of honey. But if you look it up, the recipes can vary greatly, but they all have hibiscus tea!
Sweet tea is the same thing - it's just black tea with a butt load of sugar.
I love them both and while I prefer the cold brew method, most traditional recipes call for brewing the tea hot first. And then chilling it in the fridge or with ice. Which is basically the exact same thing as regular tea - it's leaves that are steeped in boiling water. That part's the same!
The thing you might be liking about these two cold varieties is the sugar. Both of them have a high sugar content! So if you don't like drinking hot tea straight (as is often the method in the US), you might like it more if it was made into a tea latte or just had milk and sugar added to it.
I think Barbatos would probably start by trying different things. He might make you a matcha tea latte, which is also quite a different flavor. He might just make you some milk tea. I absolutely headcanon that Barbatos makes his own boba so you know he could just whip you up a bubble tea with boba at any time. Taro is my favorite flavor, but there are so many to choose from!
He might try just making you regular tea with milk and sugar added to it. He might try different blends - regular black tea is pretty boring, but add some cinnamon and cardamom (and other spices) to some Darjeeling and now you've got chai instead, which is delicious. Maybe he makes you a London Fog which is an Earl Grey latte. Maybe he goes with the green tea, which has a more subtle flavor. If you like agua de jamaica, you might like floral teas. Perhaps he gives you some jasmine green tea or some rose or lavender teas. These are all human world variants (because that is what I know... and yeah I know a lot about it lol), so he'd probably also try some Devildom types as well.
If you really don't like any of his offerings, I think he would make something different just for you. Barbatos cares a lot about MC's enjoyment of what he makes. So I don't think he'd want you to just power through something you don't like out of politeness. He would notice right away and call you out on it and then make you something else.
I think Barbatos might be able to find some other teas that you enjoy, but even if he never manages it, I think he would accept that.
He would just be sure to always have a batch of agua de jamaica or sweet tea and lemonade ready for when you come over.
#you see now why I would love to talk tea with Barb#anyway I think he would accommodate you#obey me#obey me nightbringer#obey me barbatos#om barbatos#✨ anon#misc answers
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I’M HERE FOR THE TEA please can we see Mama Rosehearts seeing Trey again?? You know the boy she probably blames for leading her son astray with SUGAR 😆 maybe throw in the Clover siblings or Clover parents too? Only if you want to though!
Scalding hot tea to go with those banned strawberry tarts... 👀 (Not gonna lie though, it's so funny to me that Mrs. Rosehearts may see Trey, one of THE most normal and mild-mannered dudes in the main TWST cast, as some kind of twisted degenerate that peddles an addictive white powder to her child 🤡)
While writing this, I kept thinking of the passive aggressive dinner scene in Shrek 2 (that eventually turned into a full-blown food fight) 😅 Trey can be Shrek since he's green and Mrs. Rosehearts can be Fiona's dad since they're both protective parents-- (I decided to keep it to Trey, Riddle, and Mrs. Rosehearts! The rest of the Clover family would be a lot of people to account for in one interactions.)
Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.
Trey was used to cutting cakes, not cutting tension. The vice dorm leader job description had said nothing about the latter—yet here he was, newly saddled with the responsibility.
To his right was Riddle, forcing himself to maintain impeccable posture for afternoon tea. Back straight, head up, eyes forward, as he wove a teaspoon through a cup of warm liquid. Normally, he would slightly sweeten his tea with honey—but he went without it today, only stirring on reflex.
A ha-RUMPH! sounded as Riddle set the teaspoon down on his saucer. Their guest was disapproving, as Trey had expected. He gathered his strength and muttered a silent prayer to the Great Seven.
"Tea?" Trey offered the woman to his right, teapot at the ready.
Mrs. Rosehearts tapped a dagger-like nail against her arm. She had painted them a deep crimson, the exact shade of the red velvet cakes Patisserie Clover whipped up—though with the scathing expression she wore, Trey figured the last thing she wanted to hear about was baked goods. The woman looked like she was out for his blood, rich and oh-so-red.
"Okaaay, no tea then." Trey carefully returned the teapot to its spot and reached for a plate of the least sweet item avaliable. "How about a finger sandwich? We've got all different kinds of fillings, so just pick the one you like."
Mrs. Rosehearts didn't so much as pass the poor sandwiches a glance out of pity.
"Alright, I guess that's also a negatory?"
Her icy eyes bore into Trey, silently judging him. The tension thickened, turning heftier than a filling pea soup (though he doubted she was in the mood for any food at this point).
A hand reached over and plucked a sandwich from the top of the pile, staving off some rigidity in the air.
"Thank you, Trey." Riddle offered a small smile.
"You're very welcome. Don't eat it all up in one bite now. Remember to save some for everyone else," Trey joked light-heartedly. "You've got a smoked salmon on whole wheat there. I tossed the fish in lemon juice, salt, and pepper, then mixed it with a little cream cheese, dill, and minced onion."
"Is that right? It sounds delicious and healthy," Riddle said carefully, emphasizing the final word. He delicately nibbled at the crusts--still left on--while eyeing the contents of his teacup.
The table settled back into a stiff silence. Riddle staring at his drink, his mother staring at Trey, and Trey staring at the wall behind her. If he made eye contact, would she explode?
Trey rubbed a hand on the back of his neck. His hand came away damp with perspiration. He dared to say what was on everyone's mind.
"Well, uh... This is awkward."
There was an audibly sharp intake of breath. Riddle, paralyzed. His thumb pressed down hard on his sandwich, puncturing a hole in the bread.
"You're the eldest son of the bakers," Mrs. Rosehearts declared, her first utterance as prickly as thorns. "The boy who led my Riddle astray with sugar."
She makes it sound like I was peddling something way worse than what it actually was! It was only a slice of strawberry tart...
Trey bit back his protests and tried at a smile. He and Riddle had spent hours reviewing and rehearsing their game plan for this dreaded moment. "Don't challenge her, don't instigate," his dorm leader had instructed him. "Be agreeable. Lie if you must. Whatever it takes for us to come out of this encounter unscathed."
His had confidence wavered, worry in his big eyes. A flash of fear, and Trey saw the sad little child from years before, the fat tears that had been dribbling down Riddle’s contorted face. Sobbing, apologizing, pleading.
He had tipped his head and nodded. A mere card soldier obeying his queen. The line he parroted so often was spoken once more: “Yes, dorm leader.”
Trey reached within himself for the best he could manage. "It's nice to see you again, ma'am."
"If only I could say the same!!" Mrs. Rosehearts huffed dismissively. She then snapped, quick as a whip, to Riddle, who flinched. "It’s no wonder why you came home in such a sorry state for the holidays! I suspected it for a while now, but this confirms it. You’ve been reintroduced to bad influences at school."
“That’s not exactly…” Riddle trailed off, his voice weak. His mother continued to rant, undaunted.
“NRC has its fair share of students that cause trouble,” Trey confessed, tactfully cutting in. “Still, that’s to be expected of teenage boys."
“My Riddle rarely ever behaves in such a disrespectful manner,” Mrs. Rosehearts retorted. Rarely stung like a slap to the face. “Were it not for poor choices in friendship, he would never act out.
“Why a prestigious learning institution like Night Raven College would allow such riffraff in, I’ll never understand! They only ruin it for the others. It only takes one bad seed to spoil the whole bunch.”
She didn't name names, but it was clear who she was talking about from where she directed her intense gaze.
“I don’t know about spoiled apples, but bruised ones can still be used,” Trey pointed out, eager to divert the heated topic. “They don’t look the best, but they still taste fine. Bruised apples work for lots of recipes. Salads, sauces, ciders, jams..."
The smoked salmon sandwich slipped, falling into Riddle’s untouched tea. His eyes widened. Then Trey’s slowly followed. Both of them caught the misstep, their times staggered.
The scowl on Mrs. Rosehearts deepened, her crimson lips forming an almost bloody line. “You would just love to stuff my son with more of that sugary poison, wouldn’t you? Just like you’ve filled his head with your poisonous thoughts!!”
“What? No, I wouldn’t… I haven’t—” He instinctively pivoted to providing a defense, something to placate her.
It was an ill-advised mistake.
"Young man!!" Face red, she rose from her seat, slamming both hands on the table. The fine china and silverware clattered violently. "First you feed him that horrible junk food, then you've graduated to feeding him all these untruths!! You've done quite enough damage to my son."
He had one foot in the rabbit hole now, the situation spiraling into chaos. Trey braced himself against the verbal barrage, wincing as her volume climbed higher and higher, her features distorting from rage.
A part of him wanted to cry out. To argue, to shout. But fear clawed at his throat, seizing his tongue.
"Look where hanging around you has gotten him! He comes home over the winter break spouting nonsense—nonsense he no doubt picked up from you. I thought I had done all I could to rid us of the pests buzzing around him, but clearly even those efforts haven't been enough!"
"M-Mother, please... I can explain!" Riddle insisted, jumping up. His teacup wobbled, threatening to topple over and stain the table and rug. "I implore you, don't blame Trey--"
"A mother knows what's best for her child! I'll be speaking to the headmaster about this, and there WILL be some changes around here!"
Riddle recoiled, defeated. He balled his hands into fists on his lap—to stop them from shaking.
It's happening, Trey realized. Again, it's happening...
The edges of his vision blurring, his throat closing up. A distant memory of his parents profusely apologizing to a screaming woman. Riddle huddled behind her, in tears, tugging, begging to be heard. Him, standing frozen, unable to act.
"Riddle..." Trey made to place a hand on his shoulder to reassure him, but a protective arm blocked his path. He met the livid face of Mrs. Rosehearts.
"Don't you touch a hair on my son's head.”
His hand jerked back but refused to fall limp to his side. He frowned slightly, brows furrowing in hesitation.
But he pushed himself forward and tumbled deeper down the rabbit hole.
"With all due respect, ma'am," Trey said very evenly, "I get wanting to support and protect him, I really do. That's part of my job as his vice dorm leader—but Riddle doesn’t need it all the time. He’s not the fragile flower you seem to think he is.”
He was the thorns that warded off enemies. He was the stalk, morally upright and willful. He was the roots that burrowed deep and anchored the group.
He was anything but a rose.
“Frankly, I think you sorely underestimate how strong Riddle really is,” Trey continued. He must be, if he has the courage to speak up for me when I couldn’t do the same for him. “I don’t mean just in magic either. He has the will of a queen too.”
Mrs. Rosehearts drew back, positively appalled. Her nostrils flared. "And just what are you insinuating?!"
Shock replaced the delicate discomfort on Riddle’s face. “Trey, you…”
“Ahahah… Sorry, Riddle.” He passed his friend a faint smile. “I guess I couldn’t help but meddle this time. I broke my promise to you. My bad.”
“No, don’t be.” His response was quiet, like the trace of a whisper on a breeze.
“I understand now. It’s not the school that needs changing, but you,” Mrs. Rosehearts snarled, jabbing an accusatory finger at Trey. “I’ll have you expelled from this school!! You won’t ever be put in a position where you can sink your venomous fangs into my…"
"Stop, mother...!!"
"Riddle?" Mrs. Rosehearts looked expectantly at her son. She had stiffened, the fire in her eyes now petrified to stone.
He hesitated under her gaze.
"... Hey. It's okay. You've got this," came a soft voice from beside him. From Riddle's right, his right-hand man. "No one else can speak for you but yourself."
Riddle swallowed. He tried to maintain his cool, but his words came out shaky.
"Mother, I..." He stopped and started again. "You may see Trey as a villain, someone who leads children astray from the good and morally righteous path with a house of sweets. But that's not what he is.”
Riddle remembered the scene well.
In a garden of rose hedges… Collars turned into fluttering playing cards. Then the pitch black had consumed him. A light he had reached for. The hand that had reached back. Someone calling out to him, panicked.
That person was…
"At my darkest moment, Trey was there to stop me from sinking lower than I already had. When I sought a hand in the void, it was he who reached back for me. His hand is what pulled me up when I was down.
“For that, I will always be grateful, no matter what you may think of him. He is worthy of standing by my side as Heartslabyul’s vice dorm leader. That is my decision—a decision acknowledged by all.”
His mother bristled. "You would side with this… this boy over me? Your mother? Your family?"
“I’m suggesting that raising a complaint to the headmaster wouldn’t change the circumstances. He, too, is aware of Trey’s merits as my second-in-command and would wish for him to stay.”
Riddle shared a small, knowing smile with his friend. Indeed, Crowley had been present for the debacle—and indeed, he would promote their support of one another. To save face and reputation. (“Wh-What nonsense is this!! Of course my students are well-mannered and cooperative! What would make you think anything less of them?!”)
“Clever,” Trey mouthed.
“Well, I never!!” Mrs. Rosehearts huffed, abruptly rising from her seat. “The depths of depravity know no bounds!! To think you’ve magically convinced the entire school that you’re good…!!l
“I’ll do my best to show you my good points too, ma’am,” Trey replied. He couldn’t stop a smirk from making its way onto his lips. “After all, everyone at NRC’s like a diamond in the rough. All they need’s their time to shine.“
At this, Riddle coughed into a fist to conceal choked laughter. “… Yes, one could say such a thing. Rest assured, mother; I’m in good hands. There is no learning institution more fit for me than here.”
At our Night Raven College.
#twst#twisted wonderland#Riddle Rosehearts#twisted wonderland interactions#twisted wonderland imagines#twisted wonderland scenarios#disney twisted wonderland#Trey Clover#NRC Family Day#twst interactions#twst scenarios#twst imagines
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that girl breakfast ideas
Breakfast is so important and it’s actually one of my favourite mealtimes, there’s just something so soothing and relaxing making myself a delicious and nutritious breakfast. If you don’t get hungry as soon as you wake up then you could always use these as brunch options or just try the less filling options instead. You deserve a breakfast that is as gorgeous as you absolutely are!!
Cold breakfasts:
Yogurt parfait (yogurt, fruit and granola layered).
A smoothie bowl! This is a great way to get more nutrients into your diet and as smoothie bowls are so customisable you can add all of your favourite fruits and veggies.
A yogurt bowl. Start with a base of yogurt then add a variety of toppings from honey, nuts, fruit pieces to granola.
A fruit salad. Chop up a bunch of fruits, drizzle them with some lemon and enjoy!
Overnight oats. This is one of my favourite make ahead breakfast options - you can even blend them to make them even more creamy. Pinterest has lots of great recipes and inspiration.
Granola. I love making my own granola (it's much healthier and I personally find it to be tastier). You can have granola with yogurt, smoothie bowls and milk making it super versatile and easy.
A smoothie. This is perfect for a nice chill morning or when you don't wake up super hungry.
Homemade granola bars. These are super easy to make and are great for busy, hectic mornings.
Chia seed pudding.
Homemade muesli.
Healthy banana bread. This is so much fun to make and can be eaten as a snack or served with some Greek yogurt for breakfast.
Cereal and milk/milk alternatives. This is so easy and super quick, perfect for mornings when you're in a rush. I love to add fruits like banana or strawberries to my cereal!
Hot breakfasts:
Avocado toast! If I want a more protein heavy breakfast I'll add a poached egg.
Porridge (or oatmeal as some of you guys call it). Porridge will always be a 10/10 breakfast for me, especially when I add fruits, nuts and other toppings to it.
Baked oats. These are really comforting and yummy but they do take a while to bake so probably aren't the best option for people who have hectic, busy mornings.
A breakfast bagel. My personal favourite breakfast bagel combo is scrambled eggs, rocket and avocado. Super simple but always a winner.
Banana pancakes!
Pesto eggs. If you haven't tried these yet I really recommend them.
Toast and nut spreads. I adore peanut butter toast topped with banana or blueberries, but I also love an almond butter.
French toast. To me no breakfast item is more autumn that French toast. It's one of my comfort autumn weekend breakfast foods!!
Bacon or sausages with toast and eggs. I really like turkey bacon with poached eggs and tomatoes.
Eggs. Poaches, scrambled, boiled, fried there are so many variations of eggs and they are a perfect protein packed way to start your day.
Croissants or other warm pastries. So you can live out your Paris morning dreams.
Homemade waffles. These are super easy to make (provided you have a waffle maker) and you can find healthier recipes and toppings to make them super tasty and unique!
Breakfast quesadilla's. These are so good and such a fun summery breakfast. Plus they're easy to make a lot of if you're having people over for breakfast.
Drink ideas
A matcha latte! I love matcha whether it's iced or hot. When I'm feeling energetic I make a strawberry iced matcha latte!
Green tea.
Chai. I love an iced chai latte in the summer.
A juice! My favourite juices are cranberry, grapefruit and green juice. You can make juices yourself but this can be a bit pricy, so you can always find brands you like and buy them instead.
A smoothie.
Ginger tea.
Water. I always drink water as soon as I wake up but if you find it hard to stomach in the morning try adding some lemon or cucumber slices.
Peppermint tea.
All my love, mj.
#glow up#glow up era#glow up journey#self care#self development#that girl#self love#breakfast#breakfast ideas#aesthetic#coquette#pink pilates princess
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Dec 16 - Snowed In
(Ao3 Link) (Masterpost Link)
“It doesn’t look like it’s letting up anytime soon,” Hob says, holding his half-drank mocha as he stares out the window. They’d rented a place up in the Highlands, taking some time for themselves after the busy holiday season. Morpheus had mentioned wanting to go somewhere quiet and with good views. He claimed he’d heard such environments were beneficial to “spurring the imagination in one’s mind.” So Hob found a cabin for rent on short notice, packed their bags and Morpheus’s laptop, and they headed out.
They got in late last night and the snow was coming down hard. The forecast had mentioned a small storm was going to be rolling in, but after listening to the news this morning, it looked like that small storm wasn’t so small after all. By the time they had gotten settled down for the night, there was easily 15 cm of snow on the ground and climbing. When they’d woken up in the morning, there was at least 25 cm, maybe more. And the snow still came down.
It looks like their stay might be longer than anticipated.
“What shall we do?” Morpheus asks from his spot on the couch near the fireplace. Hob had gotten a fire started - thankfully, there was a lot of pre-cut wood both inside and out in the log shed. At least they wouldn’t need to worry about not having enough heat. The cabin they had rented was well stocked (Hob thinks he remembers something about extreme sudden weather and ensuring there was enough supplies in cases like this listed on the website) and they didn’t have anything they needed to get back into town for, so if they stayed longer, it didn’t matter all that much.
“Guess we’re stuck here for a bit. At least until the snow stops coming down long enough that we can dig ourselves out. Or until the owners of the place come by with a snowplow to clear out the road.” Hob shrugs. “Guess until then, we just enjoy our time here like we planned.”
Morpheus nods and settles back into the plush cushions. His laptop - Hob had gotten him his very own for Christmas - was set on his lap. The coffee table was pulled closer, almost touching the couch, so Morpheus’s array of mugs were within reach. Hob discovered, soon after Morpheus had moved in, he was a fan of always having a variety of drinks available. His current array consisted of hot chocolate (with mini marshmallows, of course), green tea with honey, a water bottle that Hob had insisted he always have, and a half-drank can of cola. You know, the essentials.
Hob steps back over to his side of the couch and plops down, pulling Morpheus’s feet into his lap. The TV above the fireplace was muted (the sound distracted Morpheus) but was currently playing through the movie Elf that had been in the DVD player when they arrived. Hob had put the subtitles on since he knew the movie well enough to follow along without sound. He worked his fingers against the muscles in Morpheus’s feet and followed along to the film, enjoying the gentle clacking of laptop keys and crackling of wood in the fireplace.
They sat there, each content in their own little worlds and by the time the movie had finally ended, Morpheus, Hob realized as he turned to face his lover, was staring at him from over the top of his laptop. Hob arched a brow in question.
“I was simply… studying.” Morpheus replies, a light blush on the crests of his cheeks.
“Oh? That so?” Hob asks, smirking. “Something for your work?”
Morpheus nods and looks back down at his screen. His lips are pursed. “I… I wished to describe the flames upon this character’s face better. Yours made for an excellent reference.”
Hob had gotten used to this, over the past few days. Whatever story Morpheus was writing at the time, he always seemed to find a reason to “study” Hob. For his writing, of course. Definitely not as a not-so-subtle reason to oogle him. The last time he had caught Morpheus’s staring, when he’d looked over at the screen of his laptop, there hadn’t even been a word document or anything open. It was just the desktop screen. Not that Hob doubted he was telling the truth, occasionally, but he was certain that it made Morpheus more comfortable with looking at him casually. It always made Hob’s heart soar. He just wished Morpheus didn’t feel like he needed an excuse to do so. He’d gladly take Morpheus’s eyes on him anytime, after all.
“Well, if that’s the case, stare away then!” He says, patting Morpheus’s feet before setting them to his side. Hob stands, stretching his limbs out with a groan. “I am gonna grab a bite first, though. Want anything?”
Morpheus considers him, tilting his head in thought. It was adorable when he did that. It reminded him a bit of Matthew’s mannerisms. He’d said that once, in fact. Morpheus had just scowled at him, but it just made him all the cuter. Hob’s pretty sure he would have gotten a death glare if he’d said that thought aloud.
“A sandwich, perhaps. If it is no trouble.” He says, turning back to his computer.
“No trouble at all, love,” Hob says, leaning down and kissing the top of his love’s mess of inky black bed-head. He hears Morpheus huff fondly as he walks towards the kitchen. You know , he thinks as he pulls out the bread and spreads and fillings. A few more days of this bliss wouldn’t be too bad, after all. Perhaps getting snowed in was its own Christmas miracle, in a way.
#dreamling#hob gadling#dream of the endless#the sandman#ky writes#december writing list#kydrogen's december drabbles 2023
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Ghost and Doc (Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader)
Masterlist
(Part Six)
Everyone but you and Ghost wakes up with splitting migraines. It’s funny in the end because you’re the very first person they go to. You were sleeping in soundly until someone poked your arm, waking you up, asking for some medicine to help with his head.
“John… it is ten o’clock on a Saturday…” You felt as if it was earlier, but that was your body just getting used to the time difference. “And why don’t you have your own medicine?”
Soap covered his ears, then made a ‘shush’ motion with his finger to his mouth. “God, woman, you’re loud… can’t you just help a brother out? It’s like I was shot in the head…”
Doubt it. But you jumped out of your bed and led Soap to the infirmary. You carefully took out the keys and unlocked the door, leading him inside- and not turning on the light. “Take a seat, John, and cover your ears.” You had gestured to a chair, not the medical bed, so he took a seat there.
On your way over to the cabinets, you picked up a mug. You didn’t know why the infirmary was built like a kitchen as well, but it was doing well in your favor at the moment. You picked out a tea from inside the cabinet and waited until an electric kettle was finished boiling with water. While waiting, you took a bottle of pain relievers from the cabinet- making sure it wasn’t Tylenol, then removed two from the bottle.
“Do I smell tea?” The new voice made you jump away from your concentration. Your hand went to your chest as you looked to see who was at the door. Just Ghost. You nodded at him, so he entered the room. “How many cups are you making?”
You pulled the kettle off and poured it into the cup, setting a timer on your watch for two minutes. “Just for Soap. He came into my room, poked me until I woke up, and demanded a cure for his hangover.” You looked up at him, “why, you want one?”
Ghost leaned on the counter and nodded. “If you don’t mind. Or I’ll make it—“
“No, I got it.” You took out another mug and poured the boiling water into it. “Hope you’re not picky about your tea…” You moved back over to Soap’s tea, pouring some honey and mixing it in, as well as turning off the timer before it went off. “It’ll be ready in two minutes.”
You picked up Soap’s tea and then brought it over to him with some painkillers. “Alright, John, here you go. Careful, it’s still hot.” He took the mug from you, slowly uncovering his ears and mumbling a ‘thank you. “Go and tell the others I’m making some tea as well, to help with their hangovers.” Soap saluted you lazily and left the room, groaning when the door to the room squeaked open.
“You’re gonna have this team wrapped around your finger very quickly,” Ghost muttered while taking the tea bag out of his mug. You didn’t say anything to that, only humming in response while making two other cups. “Question: What made you join the forces? We don’t exactly see a lot of women in our profession.”
You turned off the running water and put the electric kettle back, turning it on again. What a heavy question. “Well, I joined the army shortly after I turned nineteen. Home for me isn’t exactly where the heart is and never was. I don’t know how it is here, but in the states, women couldn’t join SF until 2013.” Ghost took a long sip of his tea. “My, uh… my old man was in SF before he passed away, so I wanted to do the same. So, when I had the opportunity, I took it. My commander laughed in my face when I told him I wanted to switch over, but once I showed up to his office with that green beret on my head- he wasn’t laughing anymore.” Your attention turned back to the tea as you poured the boiling water into the two mugs. “I became a medic because that’s what the group I was in needed- and it’s always nice to help people out, you know?”
There was more to what you were telling him, Ghost could see that you were holding a a lot of it back. “Well, we’re glad you’re with us.” He patted your back then made his way out of the room. “I’ll let Price and Gaz know you have their tea. Meet us in the common room with it- don’t forget the pain medicine too.” He made sure to prop the door open so you could carry everything on your way out.
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“Thank God, you’re a fuckin’ saint.” Gaz took the tea and painkillers happily from you, downing them, then resting his head on the table. Price did the same, but raised his glass to you silently, taking the meds and resting his head. “Found the mother of Task 141…”
You laughed at his remark, covering your mouth so as to not do it too loudly. “No thanks. Y’all are grown men, you don’t need a mother taking care of you.” The three who were hungover looked at you like you’d just said the building was on fire. “What? And I’ve already got an actual child. The only way or reason I should or would be coddling the lot of you is if you’re like this or severely injured.” Speaking of… “I need to go make a call. It’s her sixth birthday, said I wouldn’t miss it.”
You were out of the room before Price could object to making the call.“It’s her daughter’s birthday, Captain, just let her talk to her.” Ghost muttered into his mug. He wouldn’t mention what you told him the night before the team, because it wasn’t his story to tell. And he did tell you that he’d make sure you got to make that call to her today.
(Part Seven)
#mwii#simon ghost riley#ghost x you#ghost x female reader#simon riley x reader#ghost mw2#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#captain price#alejandro vargas
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I work inside I coffee shop. I see a lot of orders and a lot of the common stereotypes people have for coffee orders are less likely to be true than you might think. Let’s try and figure out what each Link would order then, shall we?
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Time:
- Started off by just getting plain black coffee.
- He felt like that was expected of him because he got into coffee when he was already a bit older.
- At some point, he got a sip of Malon’s drink and LOVED IT.
- Now he loves the seasonal flavors.
- Pumpkin Spice? Sign him up.
- His baristas love him because he stepped in when some dude got uppity.
- (Sometimes they will undercharge him, but do not tell their boss.)
Twilight:
- Not a big Espresso dude.
- Used to get Hot Chocolates
- Had to stop because he turned into a wolf and, quite frankly, he was worried he would be allergic so he just ordered something else.
- Learned that Steamers were a thing and started getting those.
- It’s literally flavored warm milk. He can’t go wrong with it.
- He still gets a cup of whip cream every time, though.
- His baristas will see him in the parking lot, grab a small cup, and just write his name on it. Everyone who works there knows it’s for whip cream.
Wind:
- Really wants black coffee. Frankly, he would love having it.
- None of his adults let him have that, though.
- They kept telling him to pick something else.
- He started getting frappuccinos so he could still get caffeine.
- Carmel Ribbon Crunch or a Mocha Cookie Crumble became his go to choices.
- Eventually, he starts taking himself and just gets a small black coffee.
- His baristas joke around with him a lot, especially after he starts taking himself.
- They recognize him and will start making a freshly brewed container just for him.
Wild:
- He started with the Pumpkin Spice Latte before discovering other things.
- He has tried the entire menu.
- His favorite is probably, weirdly, cinnamon dolce or plain vanilla.
- Even still, he likes to spice it up when he does swing through.
- At least, until he got sick and his Zelda made him try the Honey Citrus Mint Tea, also called the Medicine Ball.
- That stuff WORKED.
- Now he gets that regularly, while grabbing a dragon drink or several shots of espresso in a cup for his Zelda.
- His baristas more often talk with Zelda than they do with him.
- (Bro spent so long examining the menu trying to figure out what he wanted that Zelda had to hold conversation to keep it from being awkward.)
- Newer baristas tend to get confused when he gets tea and she gets plain espresso, handing out the orders backwards.
- They’ll learn.
Warriors:
- Red eye, Black eye, and Green eye were his choice drinks for a while.
- Plain black coffee with one, two, or three shots of espresso respectively.
- At some point he learned that blonde espresso has more caffeine and started getting that.
- He was always in there at weird times in the night and his baristas (and friends, if we are being real) started getting worried.
- Straight up got cut off. Too much caffeine at midnight every night.
- Started getting teas and refreshers.
- Really likes the pineapple one.
- His baristas worry about him.
- He always came in at odd times ordering so much caffeine.
- He seems a lot calmer now than he did before, and they will take whatever victories they can get.
Sky:
- You know that “don’t talk to me until I have had my coffee” thing?
- That’s him.
- He just wants a regular hot latte.
- In fact, that’s all he says.
- “Medium hot latte.”
- He puts his payment on the table and goes and sits down.
- Once he has had a few sips, he can hold a conversation, but until then?
- Nah.
- Not happening.
- At some point, his baristas recognize him and just key everything in before he gets to the till.
- The grunt he lets out in thanks made one barista keel over in the walk in freezer laughing.
Legend:
- Whether or not he has a person with him will drastically change his coffee order.
- If he is alone, he will get a peppermint hot chocolate.
- No whipped cream.
- Extra chocolate and chocolate curls.
- Coconut milk.
- As Hylia intended.
- If he is with someone else, he gets a plain black coffee.
- Somehow, he thinks it’ll make him appear more masculine.
- (He hates it. Desperately wants the sweet drink he gets every other time.)
- His baristas recognized this pattern and started either sneaking him sugar packets or just making his peppermint hot chocolate and saying it was the black coffee.
- He almost cried.
- Almost.
Hyrule:
- This dude either loves plain espresso or loathes it, depending on the day.
- He likes the Vanilla Bean Frappuccino, which has no caffeine or coffee taste at all, on his hating espresso days.
- On other days, he just gets 5 shots of espresso over ice with vanilla cold foam on top.
- Other than that, he doesn’t change up his order at all.
- One time he drank the whole iced espresso in one gulp.
- His baristas were shocked by that.
- Not… judging… but definitely impressed.
- And a little bit confused.
- Wasn’t he sat in the corner, literally kicking his feet over what is basically a milk shake YESTERDAY?
- ???
- Okay, maybe more confused than they are letting on.
Four:
- He orders a lot of things, but not nearly as much as Wild did.
- If he has a different color shouting in his head about something, their usual order may take precedence over whatever else he wanted.
- On his own, he likes to get either a plain latte or a caramel apple spice.
- Literally warmed up apple juice and caramel syrup.
- It’s sweet. It’s warm. He likes it.
- There’s not much else to say about Four when he is not dealing with inner turmoil, so let’s get to how the baristas see him, yeah?
- They love him.
- He is so respectful all the time, asking about their lives, telling jokes, swapping stories.
- An absolute sweetheart.
- One barista almost jumped over the counter because someone made a short joke. (That’s how Four learned how protective the baristas were of him.)
- (They also undercharge him, again, do not snitch on them. They have their favorites.)
BONUS!
Red:
- Pink drink.
- He wants extra berries in it.
- He might add a cold foam to it, vanilla and mocha being his two preferred flavors of foam.
- He talked so excitedly about his favorite drink that one barista decided to try it.
- Unfortunately, it was the one who does not like sweet things.
- They coughed it out.
Violet:
- Earl Grey tea.
- That’s it.
- That’s the tweet.
- He just wants a hot black tea.
- He’ll settle for English breakfast if he needs to, but he likes Earl Grey the best.
- His baristas sigh in relief with his order. Half the time he shows up, it’s at the end of a rush, and his order is easy enough to complete.
- He’s very calm about everything, and that attitude seems to rub off on the other people in line.
Green:
- Chai tea latte.
- Hot or cold doesn’t matter too much to him.
- Sometimes he will add flavors to it, but his base remains with that chai tea.
- He also always seems to come in after a rush.
- He’s not too picky about it, which takes some of the stress off the baristas when they make the order.
- He loves to swap stories with the baristas while he is there.
Blue:
- Water.
- He just wants water.
- Cold, filtered water.
- Look, the water tastes good, okay?
- He’s gonna get the largest size water.
- He calls it the “big boy” for some reason.
- Actually, maybe he’ll get a second.
- The water tastes nice, after all.
- His baristas laugh a lot.
- Honestly, he is just there to joke around and relieve a bit of stress.
- It’s a great way to wind down the day, drinking water and telling jokes.
Shadow:
- Shadow doesn’t really order anything directly.
- He’s there, listening in, but he doesn’t talk.
- That’d probably scare somebody.
- So instead, he’ll add his order on to somebody else’s.
- His baristas were confused, initially, hearing a voice that was so close to the person in front of theirs yet wasn’t.
- One of the baristas caught on, however. Setting a cup of whipped cream down beside the drink.
- They watched out of the corner of their eye as it disappeared into the shadow of the man that had just ordered.
- From then on, they consistently did so. Never prying or even really mentioning it. They just set the cup of whipped cream down and moved on to another drink.
Fierce:
- It would be too easy to say a black coffee, so instead…
- Carmel macchiato.
- Iced.
- Extra caramel drizzle.
- Sometimes he will ask for a topping, but most of the time, that’s enough.
- His baristas were intimidated, to say the least.
- Bro is tall.
- He just likes sweeter drinks, and frankly, he likes listening to people talk.
- He loves listening to the baristas spill tea.
- If you listen really closely, sometimes you can here him whisper out a “that b****” while he hears a barista talk about their ex.
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I actually just spent an hour and a half typing this out. The first time it was an hour of typing. Do you have any thoughts on this wall of text?
-VS
Hahaha oh my God, VS this is amazing! First of all, Twilight and Violet's orders have me DELIGHTED!!!
I know only a few of the boys' sections say they stand up for the baristas, but they all would tbh.
Thoughts under the cut. This is LONG
Time
I think he's glad to have found something other than black coffee.
I think he would love seasonal flavors! Would probably like the chocolate cherry flavor, a shop I like does for hotcboclates in febuary
ALSO, I think he'd like mint tea when he's not feeling great.
He KNOWS they undercharge him sometimes BUT he tips very very well
He learns the names of all the batistas and will step in if someone is harassing any of them.
Twilight
He absolutely loved hotchocolate, maybe even with cinnamon on it!
He would love steamers, though, and he is always thrilled to get that cup of whipped cream.
I think he'd also probably like to order some sort of ham and cheese croissant
He likes to hangout in a window seat when he stays for a while.
Wind
Oh boy does he want coffee
He would definitely like frappacinos
I think he'd like a drink called Unicorn Blood. Dutch brothers sells it as part of their "Rebel" drinks. It's kind of like a blended energy drink with added flavor and sugars
Once he comes by himself he'd probably switch between unicorn blood and black coffee
He loves joking with the batistas of course.
He'll bring Tetra and they'll just laugh
Wild
You're absolutely right he definitely tried all the menu
He might have Bribed one or two baristas to make something new
He spreads the word about the coffee shop to everyone who will listen
He thinks it's funny when people mix up his and Zelda's drink
Warriors
His baristas frequently try to slip him extra food when he orders it
He also probably makes friends with a college student or two, since they'll at be there at 3 am
Will often do a coffee run for Zelda and Impa
He has a favorite Barista, but is of course fond of them all
New baristas are a little startled when he comes in at unholy hours and is perfectly coherent despite his designer eye bags
Sky
Yeah, he's sweet and all but he seems like he could give me a run for my money on being grumpy before caffeine
He appreciates that the batistas accommodate his lack of talking and is always sure to wish them a good day before he leaves after he drinks his coffee
If he comes in mid day I think he'd probably like a Carmel blonde or something
Legend
This man is definitely thrilled his baristas are helping him save face and enjoy his drink
He definitely talks the place up to others
He will start problems if another patron is harassing any of them. (Especially the younger ones)
I feel like he has also let one of the younger baristas cry on him after a nasty customer. Cause like, customer service is hard and he's not going to push that kid away
He dosen’t talk about that previous one really
Hyrule
Oooooo this is fun
I think maybe a few of the baristas start a (playful) better pool on if he'll want espresso that day. It's probably things like a candy bar or a shift change
He confuses them sometimes but he's so sweet they let it be
He definitely tips well.
Adores things sweetened with honer
Four
He's absolutely the best
Was surprised to find the baristas are protective but he's flattered
Don't worry he'd protect them too. (HAS pushed past a rude customer a little harder than needed with a 'whoops!')
He knows they undercharge but will simply make it up by tipping!
He has also maybe brought his sisters in (they're so fun!)
Red
I can see him liking that stuff!
He felt bad that the barista didn't like sweet stuff
Thought it was a little funny though
Probably likes cinnamon in his hot drinks
Might really like constant comment tea (it's got orange and cloves and is in my top 3 teas)
Violet
The love of my life in this one, he's my tea soulmate omg
Haha, yeah earl gray is amazing and fits him so well
English breakfast is close, but not quite
He is always calm, and probably just reads in a corner with his tea
Is patient if the baristas are frazzled after a rush
Green
How'd you have both green and Violet like my two favorite teas? Lol
I think he'd like vanilla Chai too
He loves swapping stories for sure, and probably also movie recommendations
Also loves seeing any fun makeup looks the have
Blue
He is probably why the baristas remember to drink water at work
Seems like he wouldn't want ice most of the time
He likes to hang out until right before closing time I think
Shadow
I love the idea that ONE barista is like "Sure the sentient shadow wants a cup of whipcream"
He's polite but again, not really talking
Will encourage the others to talk the place up
Slips a tip into the jar
Fierce
Carmel machiatto-
Yes
Once the baristas warm up to him he adores listening to them talk
He uses his intimidating appearance to keep creeps and rude customers in line
Will in fact go "no they didn't!" Quietly when he listesn to gossip
Bonus bonus:
Malon
Just put her espresso INTO her hotchoclate. No, not a mocha she doesn't want to taste the coffee thanks
Will alternatively order peppermint lattes with utter glee
LOVES whipped cream amd asks for chocolate drizzle
First
He likes his coffee strong, but sweet.
No cream, though
Just an unholy amount of sugar
It looks like black coffee but it IS NOT
Will stare ypu in the eye as he puts in like 12-15 sugar packets depending on the day
Tips well!
He's not as close to the haristas as some of the others, but he's friendly and will always offer a (clumsy) compliment
Tetra
She seems like she'd like lavender tea maybe?
For caffeine she just wants a Carmel Frappuccino though, with chocolate drizzle and lots of whipped cream
She's cheerful and always ready to listen to the varistas vent about an ex
Tips pretty well and come in with wind a lot
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put a ring on it
HEY!!!! IM BACK!!! Not that anyone cares lmao. But I saw Harry these past two nights in my home city, and wow am I feeling empty. I miss him a lot so I decided to write a little blurb that just randomly came to me this morning. It’s short and kind of rubbish, but I was feeling the angst. Hope you enjoy and are keeping well !!!!
i’m working on a slightly longer one, hoping to get it up in the next few days!!!
harry is a bad listener and you’re not wearing your engagement ring…
word count: around 1.5k
warnings: a little tiny tiny bit of angst, some fluff, men being bad listeners, jealous harry, harry on his knees lmao
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Harry wasn’t really a grumpy person. You found that nine times out of ten he was more than happy when you curled up into the space next to him and started talking his ear off about your day. He just liked to be in your presence; he was a man in love.
So it came as a surprise to you one day when he was seemingly quieter than usual, a noticeable pout on his lips as he manoeuvred around the kitchen with a kettle in hand, making you both a green tea. Now more than ever you expected him to be more than excited to see you; since you’d just gotten back from a work trip halfway up the country - but he greeted you without so much as a kiss on the cheek and retired to his office to make a phone call with Jeff.
Frowning, you move behind him as he places the kettle down and stirs the tea, arms looping around his middle. “Could I have honey, pretty please?”
He glances down at your hands for a moment. “Mhm,” He hums, “already done it.” He says, slipping out of your hold and giving you a side smile before stalking to the freezer and pulling out some food to thaw. You rack your brain as you watch his back ripple through his shirt whilst he rifles through the freezer drawers, trying to think of something you might’ve done to upset him but coming up blank.
“Everything okay, H?” Your voice is laced with suspicion. He spits out the most unconvincing ‘yep!’ you’ve ever heard, the kind of response you give when you’re not in the mood for something; or rather someone. You notice even in the way he walks as he leaves the kitchen and goes to sit on the patio that somethings wrong; a strange tenseness around his shoulders. You scrunch up your face with confusion but don’t question it, thinking he might need a bit of space before he wants to talk about it, so you stalk up to your shared bedroom and snap on your swimsuit; deciding you’ll shake off your own impending bad mood with a swim in the extortionate pool Harry insisted you had installed. It remained covered up for most of the year given England was your home, but a heatwave gave you all the encouragement you needed to strip back the cover.
Harry lies face down on one of the four sun beds beside the pool as you pad out, feet burning on the hot tiles as you dump your towel on the one farthest from him. He doesn’t flinch and remains with his head in his arms, completely unfazed by your presence even when you’re swimming up and down. It’s not until you climb out of the pool do you notice that he’s turned on his back with sunglasses on his nose, and you’re unsure from the tinted lenses if he’s watching you or sleeping.
“Like the view?” You grin, adjusting your bikini strap and ringing out your hair. His shoulders move in what you think is a laugh but his face doesn’t show much of it, and you sigh, padding over to where he’s laying and blocking the sun.
“Harry?” Your curt tone makes him move his glasses on top of his head.
“You’re getting water all over me.” He mumbles like a child, making a point of swiping the droplets off his torso and heaving a sigh.
“What’s going on with you? You’ve been acting off with me ever since I got back.” Your voice is stern but there’s a soft edge to it, an underlying concern that something serious is going on with him.
“I don’t know. How was the trip? Spend time with anyone special whilst you were traipsing around my home city?” He snaps. Your expression reads confusion as you try and understand where his anger was coming from. All you’d done was go to Manchester for a few days with your colleagues for a project you’d been working on, and now Harry was insinuating you were seeing someone you shouldn’t?
“No?”
“Not even that prat you work with? Henry is he called? Shit name.” He huffs, arms now crossed over his chest like a child. You roll your eyes.
“Believe it or not, I have male colleagues that are very much just that, male colleagues.” It’s your turn to snap this time, looking at him incredulously. Harry doesn’t say anything, shaking his head and looking out to the shrubbery that privatised his home just that little bit more.
“Fucking hell, Harry. I thought you trusted me a bit more than that, I’m supposed to be your fiancée.” You huff, feeling the hurt creep into your chest a bit at Harry thinking so lowly of you.
“That’s funny, because on all of the photos I’ve seen all over the Internet, there’s not a ring to be seen. And now every fucking news outlet is making up stupid stories that we’ve gone through some nasty breakup. So, wanna tell me where it is?” He looks almost upset now, and you finally click into place where the miscommunication has come around.
“Oh my God, H. Really?” You groan, slinking down to the sun bed opposite his and putting your head in your hands. The hands that still didn’t have your engagement ring on, but not for the reason Harry had thought. Harry looks confused and almost deflated as he takes your hands from your face and turns them over to make a point.
“Are you having second thoughts?” He says quietly, brushing his thumb over your ring finger. You swat at his hands.
“Don’t be daft. Honestly, Harry…I swear you never listen to a word I say. I told you before I was leaving that I’d taken the ring to the jeweller’s to get it adjusted. And that I’d pick it up when I got home?” You’re on your feet now, hands on hips as you tower over him. He looks confused at first but his face morphs into one of realisation and then guiltiness rapidly; you can almost see the relief seep into his body alongside it. He offers you a weak smile and you shake your head, flicking more water at him that remained on your body from the pool.
“I deserved that.” He sighs, wiping his eyes with finger, “S’pose I might not remember you saying it. When did you tell me, again?”
“The morning I left.” You deadpan. He racks his brain before shrugging.
“’Think we were a bit distracted that morning-” You give him a threatening glare to shut down the innuendo before it even begins and he snaps his mouth shut.
“I can’t believe you thought I’d do that to you, you pillock.” You’re mildly irritated now but the statement comes out as a half-laugh, partially in disbelief at his forgetfulness and apparent terrible listening skills. He rises from his seat and wipes the droplets of water trailing down your cheek from your hair.
“You’re right, I’m such an idiot. Please forgive me.” He climbs down to his knees with a cheeky look on his face, chuckling as you scoff. Although slightly irritated, it was difficult to stay angry with Harry for very long when he pulled the likes of begging out of the bag.
“Don’t try and kiss up, now. You’ve pissed me off.” You say the words through a smirk, still aware of the small flame of irritation still lingering in your body. He grins and stands up quickly, planting another kiss on your face and mumbling an apology.
“You’re still smiling though.” He muses, gripping your left hand and again feeling for the place of where the engagement ring should lie. You shake your head, gripping his hand tightly.
“Harry?”
“Yes, my love?”
“Listen to your fiancée when she speaks to you, yeah?” You say, gripping his arm even tighter and pulling him into the pool with you, a shrill ‘No!’ screeching from his lips as he falls in after you with a splash. He looks at you incredulously as you use the steps to climb from the pool, hand wrapping around your ankle before you can step out.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He laughs.
“I’m going to have a shower.” You giggle, shaking off his grip and grinning. You turn around and begin to stalk away, untying the back of your bikini strap for added effect. You think you can feel his stare on you.
“On your own?” He smirks when you look over your shoulder while holding the fabric to your chest.
“All by my self. You have a lot of making up to do.”
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Twisted wonderland vice dorm leaders with a sick reader
I'm so sorry for not posting for a while works been kicking my ass from the holidays TwT
I'm currently sick from the rainy season so this is definitely self indulgent lol. This is just going to be the vise dorm leaders In this post but if you injoy this feel free to request more characters not like I have anything else I can do
Characters (vice dorm leaders + ruggie)
Warnings ⚠️ cursing,not proof read, Romantic, g/n reader
This man's has experience with human sickness, he has to with how old he is ffs lol
Coughing, puking, congested, or anything at all this man's got you covered he'll definitely hold your hair back or run you warm baths.
Tho he might kill you if he trys to feed you his cooking
So you have to request raw fruits and veggies lol
Blueberries, bananas, lettuce, yogurt you name it he will get it for you.
High fever? your going right to the medical wing
Tea, tea, tea just tea. ♡
He might be a bad cook but he can sure make some good tea! Honey lemon, ginger, all the above he'll make it for you :>
He loves you very dearly and will help with as much as he can (just don't eat his cooking...)
9/10 one point docked because you can't have chicken soup unless you make it TwT
I don't think jade would be very knowledgeable when it comes to human sickness but he'll definitely try to help
You'll have to lead the way of what you need and foods or drinks you'll have to request
Tho I will say 9/10 chicken soup lol
He'll make you teas and look up what to give a sick person so be ready for kale and ginger smoothies or a decent amount or greens and berries
Will definitely experiment with drinks and smoothies to see what works best
Definitely has a humidifier he's let's you use
He'll do a decent amount of research on human sickness but ends up thinking you have a deadly disease so he says that you too should probably go down to the medical wing lol
He'll definitely hold you hair back and run you warm baths
I'm not sure if he can catch human sicknesses but if he can he'll probably try to push through it and just suffer in silence till you make him relax and sleep
9/10 some of those smoothies where really bad lol
This poor baby lol
He's the "dramatic" boyfriend but he's just worried about you since how he grew up people being sick was scary.
He'll instantly want to take you to the medical wing, you'll have to constantly tell him you'll be okay
He might not have much money but he'll try to get you foods or drinks to help
If it's been more then say 4 days and your still sick he's taking you to the nurses it won't matter what you say he's taking you ♡
He'll hold your hair back and run you hot baths
If you got meds from the nurses he'll make sure you take them before bed or when ever the scheduled time is
If he's gets sick from taking care of you be fully prepared to deal with a big baby lol
10/10 he's trying his best ♡
Mon amour tu vas bien?
Humidifier, tissues, face masks, hand sanitizer warm/cold towel, you name it he's got it for you.
Will definitely hold your hair while rubbing your back
Warm showers or hot baths if you don't feel like standing, bath it is lol
Will make you teas, will always make sure you have a water bottle on hand.
Makes sure that you stay hydrated constantly
Will keep a close eye on you to make sure you're alright
The moment your temperature gets a little over 100° F (37° C) he's taking you to the medical wing it doesn't even have to be 2° more just like 0.5 is enough for him to take you in
warm tea with every time you eat something lol even just snacks
10/10 (what no I don't have favoritism??♡)
Tea tea tea tea♡ (pt2)
Because he's has a lot of younger siblings he's used to taking care of sick people lol
Soups, greens, fruits and berries, Green teas with honey ♡
He'll definitely make you a bunch of healthy soups and such till you get better
And tell me how in the word can a person be so good at making tea??
Holds you hair back definitely
Warm baths, humidifier, tissues.
He's trying his best yall
If it last longer then a week he's definitely taking you in
He'll get really nervous if you're up and about when sick so he trys to keep you in bed by helping you with as much as he can :>
10/10 (No I don't have favoritism♡ [pt2])
Yes. Just yes lol.
He'll cook you warm soups, spicy food to help with congestion, you'll be better in no time in his care :]
He will definitely hold your hair back, warm showers, hot baths, your only allowed out of bed to go to the bathroom lol
He has a lot on his plate but he'll make room for you anytime ♡
High fever or puking alot? medical wing
He wants to make sure your okay but doesn't want to be the dramatic boyfriend lol
Taking your temp before bed and in the morning to know where your temperature is and if it's safe
If he gets sick after taking care of you except for him to be very stubborn about taking it easy and resting
10/10 best care taker ♡
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🔴Request: Kensei turns the tables and gets Shuuhei back with help from Kensei's s/o 😝
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a/n: lmao, i started this years back and went digging in my docs to find it. y'all are giving me the tea with these requests and it is PIPING HOT, honey☕🍯😂
•the official sequel to this request & bonus material!
🛑warnings: 18+ mdni. exhibitionism, degradation, desk sex, oral (m!receiving), Kensei alluding to a possible orgy, Shuuhei's trauma karma , lmao.
Shuuhei trudged along to the 9th Division Communications Office early one morning after flopping oh-so ungracefully out of bed.
His captain, Kensei Muguruma, had called for an early morning meeting that was mandatory for him to attend.
Why did he have to be the only one in attendance? What about Mashiro?
The certain green-haired woman probably couldn't be found at the moment, so Kensei just gave up and took who he could get, who just so happened to be Shuuhei.
He grumbled silently to himself as he walked along, only lifting his head up to greet a few passing shinigami that said good morning to him.
Once he walked through the door, he spotted Kensei sitting at his desk shifting through some papers.
The white-haired man looked up at him with a small scowl on his face, and gestured for Shuuhei to sit down.
"What did you need to see me about, sir?" Shuuhei asked tentatively, not wanting to get the man riled up for any reason.
Kensei took a minute to respond, which puzzled Shuuhei for a moment.
He was about to repeat the question when he heard a soft but drawn-out 'ah' like someone inhaling a large gulp of air after having held their breath for a while.
'Okay, that's a bit…unsettling…' Shuuhei thought.
Kensei's face flashed from his usual intense look to a more relaxed one, the wrinkles between his brows disappearing for a microsecond before he was back to his typical glare.
"I found a lot of grammatical errors in your draft for next week's issue. Review it again."
He handed Shuuhei the folder with his work in it and the plum-haired male accepted it with an affirmative nod.
"Right, my apologies, sir. I'll take it home and begin revising it right now-"
There was that sound again.
Soft ah's and hm's and then an unmistakable sound that he was all-too-used to hearing throughout his own home.
Shuuhei dared to push himself away from the desk and let his eyes trail downwards and follow all the way from a sandaled foot and up a black-robe-clad back until they met the sight of your mouth latched onto Kensei's huge cock, your nose buried in his soft-looking, light grey pubic hair.
"AH! Oh my God! I-I'm s-so sorry, Muguruma-taicho! I didn't know that you-, I swear I didn't look; I mean I looked, but it was unintentional!"
Shuuhei continued his nervous babbling, bringing the folder up to cover his flustered, tattooed face.
"I-I'm a happily married man!" He decided to throw in there so that he didn't get killed fired.
Kensei sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes, but the latter was likely due to you moving your tongue to circle over one of the thick veins under his cock.
"Don't I know it? You say that like I didn't catch you in here fucking your wife on my fucking desk."
"I said I was sorry!"
"I don't give a fuck, just get out and - s-shit Y/N - fix your fucking blunders so we can get this shit published."
"Yes sir! S-sorry again, sir!"
Shuuhei ran out of that office as fast as his legs could carry him. He was moving so fast, you'd think he was using sonido.
"Is he gone?"
"Yeah, and now I can get back to work. That means you can get back to work as well, slut."
"Yes sir, Muguruma-taicho~"
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A little later that evening, Shuuhei had finished his revisions and decided to drop it back off by the office before heading to his s/o's division to pick her up for a surprise dinner date.
Big mistake.
"Taichou, I finished those revisions that you asked me to m- OH GOD!"
Kensei had you propped up on your knees on the top of his desk, facing the door. Your mouth was gagged with your white obi and his rope-belt had your wrists secured in front of you while he held your legs apart by the ankles.
Thank God Shuuhei couldn't see Kensei's dick pummeling you from the back, but he could see how the grey-haired man's movements had you and the entire desk lurching forward, not to mention your breasts swaying and bouncing out of your shinigami robes.
"Drop it on the desk there and since you like walking in on me so much, why don't you bring s/o and I can show you how to really fuck a whore."
Shuuhei almost broke his neck turning the corner to get the fuck out of there.
'No, no thank you! She gets fucked pretty well I'd say, and I'd like to just erase the image of your grey pubes out of my head, please and thanks.' He rolled his eyes and huffed, getting the fuck away from the 9th Division offices.
Next time Kensei called a random meeting, Shuuhei would hunt Mashiro down by force and drag her there by her stupid orange scarf if he had to.
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Do you hear that?? The tinkling chime of your favorite instrumental blasting from an oncoming ice cream truck down the street? It's summer where I'm at which means it's time for hot weather and cold ice cream!
Let me write you a drabble/one-shot!
My freezer is on full blast and my shutters are now open until July 31st! What can I get ya?
What I need from you:
☀️ Send me an ask with your preferred ice cream and favorite topping!
☀️ Please only one ice cream and topping at a time, but you are absolutely allowed to request more than one!
☀️ With your ask, please give me a general scenario/idea you'd like to see in it! As you'll see, the tropes are very vague and if you're able to give me some specifics, it will help a ton!
Rules:
☀️ Must be 18+ to partake. Please have your age on your blog. It doesn't have to be specific, just "over 18+" will do!
☀️ I do not and will not write smut, but I can do suggestive as stated below. I also will not write non-con, A/B/O, SA, or cheating.
☀️ No anons allowed. If you ask on anon, I will not answer. Unfortunately with anons, I have no way to confirm your age.
☀️ I do reserve the right to turn down a request. I may dm you with a reason why if I choose not to.
Important notes:
☀️ I do not plan to start on these until I finish my last chapter of my main fic Unspoken Words which means it will probably end up being the beginning of July!
☀️ All characters are aged up.
☀️ I've never written for a lot of these characters so it might take me a bit longer but I WILL get it done.
☀️ This is open to any and all. Following not required but much appreciated!
☀️ I will most likely write gn!Reader unless stated otherwise!
☀️ If not stated, I will most likely write these in a ModernAU unless I can make it work in canon! I may dm you if I'm running into problems.
☀️ Levi ➵ matcha green tea
☀️ Hange ➵ mint chocolate chip
☀️ Erwin ➵ rum raisin
☀️ Miche ➵ cinnamon
☀️ Armin ➵ vanilla bean
☀️ Sasha ➵ cookie dough
☀️ Jean ➵ peanut butter cup
☀️ Connie ➵ cookies and cream
☀️ Marco ➵ double fudge brownie
☀️ Reiner ➵ lemon sorbet
☀️ Gojo ➵ birthday cake
☀️ Megumi ➵ pralines and cream
☀️ Toge ➵ chunky monkey
☀️ Tanjiro ➵ raspberry sorbet
☀️ Nezuko ➵ red velvet cake
☀️ Rengoku ➵ pumpkin spice
☀️ Uzui ➵ neopolitan
☀️ Shinobu ➵ lavender and honey
☀️ Mitsuri ➵ sakura blossom
☀️ Giyuu ➵ sea salt dark chocolate
☀️ Percival ➵ coffee
☀️ Vex’ahlia ➵ salted caramel
☀️ Scanlan ➵ rainbow sherbet
☀️ Pickle ➵ orange dream
☀️ Keyleth ➵ butterscotch
☀️ Vax’ildan ➵ black cherry
☀️ Grog ➵ rocky road
☀️ Sprinkles ➵ first date
☀️ Caramel drizzle ➵ hallmark AU
☀️ Whipped cream ➵ meet-cute
☀️ Chopped nuts ➵ blind date
☀️ Cookie crumbles ➵ hurt/comfort
☀️ Candy ➵ mutual pining
☀️ Fresh fruit ➵ suggestive (smut-adjacent)
☀️ Hot fudge ➵ one bed
☀️ Kitchen sink ➵ whatever you want (within my limits)
#attack on titan#levi ackerman#hange zoe#erwin smith#armin arlert#sasha braus#jean kirschtein#connie springer#marco bodt#reiner braun#satoru gojo#megumi fushiguro#toge inumaki#tanjiro kamado#nezuko#tengen uzui#rengoku kyojuro#shinobu kocho#giyuu tomioka#mitsuri kanroji#percy de rolo#vex'ahlia#keyleth#pike trickfoot#scanlan shorthalt#grog strongjaw#vax'ildan#demon slayer#jujutsu kaisen#vox machina
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