#Mint Chip Ice Cream (And Other Flavors)
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Mint Chip Ice Cream (And Other Flavors)
Lestappen | 3 321 words | Ice cream shop owner!Charles AU | T
For @thearchercore and her anons, who inspired this whole thing.
The ice cream shop owner!Charles, F1 driver!Max fic has now been posted on AO3!
You can read the full fic on AO3 here, or in the original Tumblr post here.
Summary:
âIâd like three scoops of vanilla ice cream, please.â
Charles doesnât even stop what heâs doing. Doesnât even look at him. âWeâre all out of vanilla.â
Max stares. At Charles, then at the almost full tub of vanilla ice cream, with its little sign labeling it as vanilla sticking out of the fluffy ice cream.
âNo, youâre not.â
âYes, we are.â
âCharles, I can see the vanilla ice cream. Itâs right there,â Max insists, pointing at the flavor through the display glass. As if Charles isnât completely aware of its existence, as if heâs not just being a little shit and punishing Max for something that isnât even remotely his fault.
Charles pauses in his bustling to look at Max. Then, he follows the length of Maxâs arm to where his finger is pointing directly at the vanilla. His gaze returns to Maxâs eyes as he says, deadpan: âThat is only a display ice cream.â
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OR: Charles owns an ice cream shop in Milan, Max is an F1 driver. Their paths cross, and Max finds himself slightly obsessed with more than just the heavenly vanilla ice cream Charles sells.
#My writing#Lestappen fic#Lestappen#Mint Chip Ice Cream (And Other Flavors)#MCIC(AOF)#Ice cream shop AU
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I FUCKING TOLD YALL MONTHS AGO LAW WOULD BE A MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP ICE CREAM ENJOYERâŚ. AND LOOK WHAT I JUST FOUND TODAY
THIS IS OFFICIAL ART !!!! FOR A KEYCHAIN LINE WHERE THEY ALL GOT ICE CREAM FLAVORSâŚ. AND LAW GOT MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP!!!!!!!! I WAS RIGHT!!!!!!!
edit: why did the photo post like that đ
#another reason why were perfect for each other#I LOVE mint chocolate chip#fuck all other ice cream flavors#law#trafalgar law
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its so hot outside i wanna go get ice cream with a sweet boy
#mint chocolate chip ice cream is good u guys are just mean /lh#its my favorite!!!#well technically i prefer when there are like the flat shard pieces of chocolate instead of the chocolate chip pieces but still#i wanna go out together to get ice cream and try each others flavor and just kajfhkjsdhfkjsdf#i looooove ice cream dates u guys i need to do this rn#mlm#mlm yearning#mlm post#mlm love#gay mlm#trans mlm#mlm blog#t4t#mlm thoughts#t4t yearning
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My sisterâs graduation day đ¤ letâs go đđ˝
#gosh itâs gonna be a long day and Iâm running on two hours of sleep again#i only get the chance to work at night because I donât have â¨privacyâ¨#and Iâve been going to bed late and waking up even more tired than usual and my momâs been scolding me for it#and now Iâve had to tell her what Iâm doing and I feel like I just gave another piece of me away again#everything I am everything I do has to be for other people#im so tired when will I give my last piece away đĽš#this was to make ME proud of ME I was doing it for myself and now I feel like itâs for her#and then sheâs going to tell my dad and now itâs for him too#also I canât even cry about it because she HAS to know why Iâm upset#she keeps glancing up at me and talking to me in bits#all I have left is my emotions đĽš#anyhow sorry to start the day off so gloomy and depressing I have literally nothing to be sad about Iâm very privileged#sorry you guys see me being a baby constantly 𼺠I really do have a good life and shouldnât be complaining#hereâs to a better day for us all#melifails#now i feel like a jerk subjecting you all to thisđ sorry sorry letâs move on#im gonna be a busy bee hopefully I can squeeze in a time for a nap#đ I donât waaaaaannnnnaaa sit for hours in the California heat MAYBE with the sun hitting us in the face#our football field is NOT kind in this way#hopefully my sister gets the shady side but even then the sun will hit us in the face eventually just not as long#im !!! excited!!!! I bought ice cream for today đđ˝ I originally bought choco chip and minto moose tracks?? my sister loves mint flavor#so I bought mint Oreos too so she can eat them with her ice cream đđ˝đđ˝đđ˝#i assume weâre getting take out of some sort so that; ice cream; and uuuuuuu I donât remember anything else I bought; my best friend did#bring us snacks yesterday!!! pretzels and cookies!!! so that!!!#okay brain no work no more I gotta get dressed love you muah muah muah
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Angel
Harry and Y/N are best friendsâ except they have feelings for each other (4k words)
warnings : smut 18+, fluff, kissing, grinding, jealous h
âśâ.ËęŠ .áËâ . âśâ.ËęŠ .áËââś. â.ËęŠ .áËââś â.ËęŠ .áËââś
Harry really likedâno, lovedâY/N, but he would never admit it to her. She was his best friend, and he couldnât imagine a day without her. She was like sunshine in his life, someone he could always rely on.
âHarry, my feet hurt,â Y/N whined beside him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glassy from one too many drinks. They were walking back from a party thrown by one of Harryâs friends, Alex. It was his birthday, and even though Harry and Y/N hadnât planned to attend, today had been their last exam of the semester. That called for celebratory drinks after all the hard work theyâd put in. Sleepless, stressful nights spent preparing for exams, completing assignments, and submitting papersâit had all been overwhelming, and tonight felt like the ideal way to finally blow off some steam.
âDidnât I warn you about those heels?â he asked, amusement lacing his voice as he raised an eyebrow. He knew those heels always gave her trouble and told her to wear something more comfortable, but Y/N, being Y/N, never listened.
âYeah, but they make me look sexy, and I wanted to be tall enough to at least reach your neck,â she replied absentmindedly.
âWell, guess that means Iâm carrying you the rest of the way,â Harry said, and before she could protest, he hoisted her up onto his shoulders.
âHarry, my dress is too short! Iâm going to flash everyone,â Y/N laughed, though there was no real concern in her voice.
Harry chuckled, placing his hand carefully to keep her covered. Besides, the streets were almost empty at 2 a.m., and there was hardly anyone around to notice.
ââââŕ¨ŕ§ââââ ââââŕ¨ŕ§ââââ
Y/N met Harry on the first day of college. She was nervous and eager to make friends. Hurrying to her seat, she noticed Harry sitting next to her. The first thing she saw was his mop of curly hair, and she thought he was incredibly cute. He looked so innocent and nerdy in his black-rimmed glasses. He was just too adorable.
He wore a white T-shirt that highlighted his bulging biceps, with tattoos peeking through. Suddenly, Y/N found herself wanting to see every tattoo that adorned his beautiful body. She was so curious and lost in her thoughts about him that she didnât realize Harry was, in fact, looking at her.
ŕźËâđ・âđŚš.â§Ë
Harry thought he was dreaming as he looked at Y/N. She seemed like an angel, a beautiful one at that. She wore a cute white hoodie adorned with pink bows, and her curly hair framed her lovely face perfectly. What captivated him the most were her eyes; they were alluring, radiant, and a luminous shade of dark brown. Next were her luscious pink lips, so full and plump that he suddenly wanted to kiss them and taste them. He wondered if they tasted like berries or cherries, secretly hoping they tasted like cherries, his favorite fruit.
âDo you have an extra pen?â Y/N asked in a hushed voice. âI forgot to bring my pouch,â she added with a little pout.
âY-yeah, yeah,â Harry replied, fixing his glasses, clearing his throat, and answering in a hoarse voice. He couldnât believe she was actually talking to him.
ŕźËâđ・âđŚš.â§Ë
Later that day, they sat together at lunch, talking as if hours had passed. Y/N was so grateful to have found someone as kind as Harry, who listened to every word she said with such intent. They chatted about random topics, like their favorite TV shows and ice cream flavors. When Harry revealed that his favorite flavor was mint chocolate chip, Y/N made a weird face.
âShut upâno, donât you dare say it!â Harry exclaimed, amused.
âBut it tastes like toothpaste!â Y/N whined playfully.
âNo, it does not!â Harry shot back. Y/N made a mental note to convince Harry to try every other flavor until he grew to hate mint chocolate chip.
They soon became inseparableâbest friends. Harry didnât realize just how much he had started to like Y/N until it was almost too late. He thought frequently about confessing his true feelings, but there never seemed to be the right moment. He cherished the friendship they had, and the thought of losing her terrified him to his core. So he kept those feelings hidden, bottled up, and accepted her as his best friend.
ââââŕ¨ŕ§ââââ ââââŕ¨ŕ§ââââ
Harry set Y/N down on the couch when they reached her apartment. He kneeled down to take off her heels. âOuch, slowly please,â YN whined.
âI am never letting you wear these stupid shoes again. Your feet are all red and swollen,â Harry countered, looking genuinely concerned. He hated seeing Y/N in pain. He wanted to protect her from everything and keep her safe in his cocoonâjust him and Y/N.
He then carefully carried a sleepy Y/N to her bedroom and started looking for a comfortable shirt for her to wear. After finding a suitable shirt, he went to the bathroom to grab her makeup wipes and returned to find half-asleep Y/N lying on the bed. âSweetheart, this will only take two minutes, I promise.â He began wiping her face gently.
After getting Y/N all ready for bed, Harry changed his own clothes. Y/N had âborrowedâ too many of his shirts, but honestly, he never minded it. In fact, he secretly liked when Y/N wore his clothes. She looked breathtaking in his oversized shirt paired with her tiny shorts, which made Harry lose his mind.
âCome to bed and cuddle me; I need to sleep,â Y/N grumbled, rubbing her tired eyes.
âComing, sweetheart, just two minutes,â Harry replied with a smile. He knew how grumpy Y/N got when she was sleepy. He quickly climbed into bed, set his glasses on the side table, and pulled her to his side. Cuddled next to him, Harry didnât mind being the big spoon. He loved having Y/N molded to his sideâthe sweet scent of her hair, which smelled like strawberries on a sunny day, and the soft skin that felt like vanilla sundae. He adored every inch of her. Whenever he was with her, he felt like he was on cloud nine. Everything around him was rainbows and sunshine; she made everything look like it was through rose-tinted glasses.
But Harry also loved being the little spoon. There were days when he just wanted to be held, and honestly, Y/N loved having him like thatâclingy, needy, like a cute little puppy.
ââââŕ¨ŕ§ââââ ââââŕ¨ŕ§ââââ
One day, Harry arrived at Y/Nâs apartment looking extremely worn out. Y/N was lying on the bed, comfortably engrossed in her favorite novel. She grew concerned upon seeing Harry.Â
âI am so exhausted, and my head hurts,â Harry exclaimed, throwing his bag on the floor. âI had to sit in Professor Martinâs class for two hours, plus I had a psychology presentation today,â he stated tiredly while rubbing his drowsy eyes behind his frames.Â
âOh no, Iâm so sorry you had such a long day, baby. Come on, lie down, and Iâll massage your head,â Y/N replied, removing the blanket from her lap. Harry immediately climbed onto the bed and dropped his head in Y/Nâs lap. She carefully removed his glasses and placed them on the side table before starting to massage his head.
She threaded her fingers in his curls, scratching his head lightly, rubbing, and applying just the right amount of pressure. Harry let out a soft moan as he could already feel the tension melting away, his body instinctively relaxing further into her lap.
 âFeels amazing,â he murmured, his voice slightly muffled against her legs.Â
As her skilled fingers glided over his scalp, working their magic and easing the stress that had built up after a long week.Â
Y/N smiled, enjoying the way he melted under her touch. She varied her movements, alternating between gentle rubs and firmer pressure, focusing on the areas where he seemed to carry the most stress. Her fingers danced through his hair, and she leaned forward slightly to whisper, âYou deserve this. Just relax.â
After what seemed like hours of massaging, Y/N realized Harry had fallen soundly asleep on her lap. His face looked peaceful, with his eyes closed and soft snores slipping through his pretty pouty lips. He looked so adorable, and Y/N couldnât help but wish she could freeze time to savor this moment longer.
Knowing Harry would probably complain about his back in the morning, she gently shifted him, lifting his head from her lap and placing it on a pillow. His brows furrowed slightly, so she soothingly rubbed his forehead, trying to smooth away any lingering tension. Half asleep, Harry instinctively moved closer, wrapping his arms around Y/Nâs waist and nuzzling his face against her boobs. His personal pillow: He always has the best sleep whenever she holds him. Y/N smiled down at him. His curls tickled her jaw, and she couldn't resist leaning down to plant a soft kiss on his head.
âGoodnight, sleepyhead,â Y/N whispered, smiling at Harry, who had already drifted back into a peaceful slumber.
ââââŕ¨ŕ§ââââ ââââŕ¨ŕ§ââââ
Harry was never the jealous typeâat least, not until Y/N came into his life. but right now he cant help but a bitter sensation rises up his throat when he sees yn with Jacob. A total douchebag who flirts with every girl in the college, Standing next to Y/N, too closely according to harry. Harry had come to find Y/N so they could grab tacos at their favorite spot, but instead, heâs witnessing this. Does Y/N like him? Does she have a crush on him that he doesnât know about? What if Y/N is interested in him and wants to end her friendship with Harry? Will she forget about him? All these questions overwhelm Harryâs mind at the sight. No, noâY/N was only his. His best friend, his angel, his sweetheart. She would never do something like this. His chest suddenly started burning at such thoughts.Â
Jacob says something which makes Y/N burst into laughter. His chest tightens at the sight. He wants to be the only person to make yn laugh like that. He curses inwardly that jacob gets to experience the sweet melody of her laughter, her laugh that can instantly brighten up the room with warmth and sunshine. He thinks to himself, Does Jacob know her eyes crinkle whenever she laughs? or how the mole under her right eye disappears when she laughs because of the fullness of her cheeks?Â
âOi, whatchu looking at?â Y/N snapped her fingers in front of Harryâs face. He hadnât realized she had come over and was talking to him. âYou look like you could kill someone,â she teased, giggling as she spoke to him.Â
âWas that Jacob talking to you?â Harry asked, trying to sound casual even though he was fuming inside. âYeah, he wanted my chemistry notes because apparently he spilled coffee on his,â Y/N replied, wrapping her arm around Harry's as they walked together.Â
âDid you give them to him?â Harry asked, mentally cursing Jacob and hoping she hadnât.Â
âNo, obviously I know he just wanted an excuse to hit on me. Iâm not dumb,â Y/N exclaimed, rolling her eyes. âBesides, you know I donât like sharing my notes with anyone except for you, because you know how to take care of them.â She chided and planted a kiss on Harryâs cheek. His face instantly heated.Â
âGood,â Harry whispered quietly, fixing his glasses, looking at the ground, too embarrassed to hide the blush of his cheek and unable to suppress a smile at the thought of Y/N rejecting that jerk.Â
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Harry loves when Y/N gets touchy like this with him. When randomly she hugs him, kisses him on his cheek, forehead, or settles on his lap while watching a movie. Her spontaneous kisses leave a soft tingle on his skin, and he canât help but smile every time she curls up in his lap. Itâs in these moments he feels closest to her, as if every touch and every kiss is a silent confession of how much she means to him. His arm instinctively wraps around her waist, pulling her in a little tighter, enjoying the way she fits perfectly against him. The movie on the screen fades into the background; all he can focus on is the warmth of her body and the way she makes him feelâlike heâs exactly where heâs supposed to be. It all feels so natural. And they never have those awkward moments because they both love these touches. Whenever yn touches him, he feels electricity buzzing through him, in a good way. His skin feels like jello and his heart is thumping loudly, His brain is all muddled with goo and sparkles.Â
He wants to treasure those moments forever and constantly wishes for more and more.Â
ââââŕ¨ŕ§ââââ ââââŕ¨ŕ§ââââ
It was one of those rare evenings for Harry and Y/N, Where the world seemed to quiet down just for them. They had just finished with their midterms and needed this for the longest time. Dim yellow lights, a bottle of red wine sitting on the table, a soft record player playing in the background. Legs tangled under the blanket as Harry and Y/N sat closer to each other, just enjoying each otherâs presence. The warmth of Ynâs body pressed against him felt like home.
Harryâs fingers absentmindedly played with a strand of Y/Nâs hair, twirling it between his fingertips. His eyes traced over her face, taking in every detail â the curve of her lips, the soft rise and fall of her chest.
âYouâre beautiful, you know that?â Harry whispered, his voice low and soft, his breath tickling her ear.
Y/N turned her head slightly, meeting his gaze with a soft smile and cheeks already flushed because of wine, changed into a deeper shade of red at his words. âYou always say that.â Slurred her words lightly.Â
âBecause itâs true,â he murmured, leaning in closer, their faces just inches apart. His fingers gently tugging at her bottom lip, eyes flickering to her mouth. âAnd I donât think Iâll ever get tired of telling you that.âÂ
For a moment, neither of them moved, the air between them thick with unspoken words and emotions. Y/N felt her heart race as Harryâs eyes locked onto hers, filled with something deeper than just affection.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, Y/N tilted her head, her lips brushing against Harryâs in the softest kiss, testing the waters. It was brief- just a featherlight kiss- but enough to send a shockwave through him. Harry let out a quiet sigh, his hand moving to cup her face as he deepened the kiss, slow and tender. As he leaned in closer, Y/N gently pushed his glasses up onto his forehead, making it easier for them to get lost in each other. Suddenly, he realized what he had done.
Harry pulled back immediately, his eyes wide with surprise at his own action.
âSorry,â he blurted out, his voice panicked. âI donât know why I did that.â
Y/N blinked, her cheeks flushing, but there was no trace of anger or discomfort on her face. Instead, she smiled softly, a warmth blooming in her chest at his sudden vulnerability. âNo, Harry⌠Itâs okay.â
Harryâs brow furrowed. âAre you sure? I didnât meanââ
âHarry,â Y/N interrupted gently, her voice barely a whisper as she moved closer, her hand resting on his cheek. âItâs okay, I want this, I promise.â
Harry couldnât quite grasp what was happeningâit all felt too surreal, like something straight out of his dreams. Yet, here it was, playing out in real time. In the blink of an eye, Y/N tossed the blanket aside and straddled his lap. Her hands slid up his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through his shirt as she pressed closer to him, wanting to be as near as possible. Her fingers trailed up his chest, feeling the heat radiating through his shirt, before cradling his face. Without hesitation, she pulled him into a deep kiss.
Harry was still trying to make sense of it all, but instinctively, his hands found their placeâone tangling in her hair, the other resting gently on her neck.
The kiss was slow, tender, and filled with all the emotions that had been simmering under the surface for so long. His lips were soft, and she could taste the faint hint of wine on them. Their lips molded perfectly, like it was meant to be. Time seemed to blur. It must have been five minutes, or five hours; neither of them knew. It was a heated blend of tongue, teeth, and lips.Â
Y/Nâs hand reached for the hem of his shirt, lifting it. Harry pulled back, catching his breath, resting his forehead against hers. His heart pounded, blood rushing south; he was so hard, making him ache beneath her.Â
âCan I take off your top, baby?â He whispered, his breath warm against her jaw as he kissed and nipped at it.
âYes, yes, please,â she murmured, and that was all the permission Harry needed. He swiftly pulled off her shirtâhis shirtâand eagerly ran his hands over her smooth, soft skin.Â
âSo soft, your skin is so soft,â he murmured, his hands working behind her, unclasping her bra.Â
Her tits were a piece of artâRound, so full and perfectly perky. His large hands cup them, gently rolling the nipple between his fingers.Â
Now she sat only straddling him in her thin, barely there sleeping shorts; she could feel his hard cock beneath her, thick and throbbing, nudging her entrance. Her dampness was seeping through both of their shorts. A delicious remainder, how much she wanted him. He could feel her cunt fluttering around nothing, desperate for him.Â
 Harry had to shut his eyes and  take  a few steady breaths as his chest rose and fell with anticipation. Slowly, he leaned forward, prepping light kisses along the curve of her breast. Y/N moaned softly, arching her back, giving him more access to her boobs. He latched onto her nipple, sucking lightly, while his free hand teased her other breast, tugging and rolling the sensitive nub. Y/N hips began to move instinctively, grinding against him, writhing on his cock couldnât help but start grinding, writhing on his lap. Â
"Feels good," she murmured, eyes closed as  she gently took his glasses from his head and placed them on the couch next to them, her fingers threaded through his messy curls. His cock twitched beneath her, nudging her clit, and she could feel her body growing even wetter, soaking through the fabric that separated them. Harry kept switching between her breasts, his mouth worshipping each one as he sucked harder, sending jolts of pleasure through her core.
Making her more drenchedÂ
âJust like that, ride me Y/Nâ Harry growled, his voice low and demanding. His hands slid from her breast to her waist, guiding her movements. Making her move forward and backward, her clothed, dripping core dragged across his cock, making them both shiver with need. His tattoos peeked through as he finally tugged his shirt off, revealing his inked chest - abs flexing under the butterfly, the black ink stark against his flushed, heated skin.
Y/N's fingers trailed down, dragging her nails across his chest, loving the way his tattoos twisted beneath her touch. She leaned down, biting his neck, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. Harry groaned, loving the possessiveness of itâher mark on him. He was hers.Â
âYouâre doing so good, Angelâ he murmured, nipping her ear. Harry was a complete mess beneath her. His eyes glossy, pupils blown away with lust, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, lips slick and swollen from their kisses. He looks so sexy, Y/N leaned forward, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth, swallowing each otherâs  moans while increasing her pace.Â
He could not believe Y/N was on top of him, grinding against his cock, her sweet little moans filling the air. He was sure heâd reached heaven. He glanced down between them, seeing the wet patch her arousal had left on his shorts, mixed with his own pre cum.Â
As Y/N ground herself against him, her clit dragged over the thick length of his cock, and each upward motion had his tip grazing her entrance. The feeling made them both shiver. Her blunt nails dug into his shoulders as her eyes squeezed shut in bliss, her lip caught between her teeth, trying to hold back a whimper.Â
Harry slid his hand down, rubbing her clit with his thumb in slow, tight circles, giving her that extra bit of pleasure she craved. âI want you to feel good, baby,â he whispered, his fingers working faster, determined to push her over the edge. His angel deserved to feel good.Â
Y/N threw her head back, overwhelmed by the sensation. âIâm gonna cum,â she whimpered meekly, her voice shaking. Harry quickened his pace, his fingers pressing into her clit with just the right amount of pressure. âCum for me, baby,â he urged, his voice thick and desperate.
Y/N cries out as her orgasm rips through her, the coil in her belly finally exploding, sending waves of pleasure through her entire body. She felt like she was floatingâfireworks and butterflies all at once.Â
She has never cum so hard in her life. Her fingers never did the job, and vibrators were too boring for her.Â
Below her, she feels Harry twitching. He buries  his face in her neck, biting down a patch of her skin to stifle his own moan as he reached the brink. Both arms wrapped around her waist, his eyes shut, loud and desperate whimpers falling from his lips.Â
âThatâs it, honey,â Y/N cooed, her voice soft and soothing, threading her fingers through his damp curls as she continued to ride him. She could feel him shaking beneath her as his orgasm finally hit, releasing with a loud groan as his body went rigid. His vision blurred, ears ringing, as the bliss overwhelmed him completely. He felt like he was in paradise, his body melting into hers.
For a moment, they just stayed like thatâforeheads pressed together, hearts beating in sync, both of them coming down from their highs. Still trying to make sense of what just happened. Harry let out a breathy laugh, looking for his glasses and placing them again on his face. He brushed a strand of hair from her face. âYouâre amazing,â he whispered, still catching his breath.
Y/N smiled down at him, her fingers tracing the tattoos on his chest, loving how warm he felt under her touch. âAnd youâre a mess,â she teased softly, laughing with him. Harry grinned, pulling her closer.
"Yeah, but Iâm your mess," he murmured, kissing her softly, the intimacy between them palpable.
They stayed like that, in each otherâs arms, exchanging gentle kisses. âI want this with you, Y/Nâ Harry whispered, âIâm tired of pretending I donât feel something for you. That I donât feel this whenever Iâm around you.â
Y/Nâs heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening as his words hit her. She opened her mouth to respond, but no sound came out.
Harry pressed on, the confession spilling out of him like a flood. âIâve been holding back because I didnât want to ruin us. Youâre my best friend, Y/N. The most important person in my life, and I was terrified of messing that up. But tonight... it just felt right. It always felt right with you.âÂ
The air hung heavy between them, the weight of his confession pulling her down, making her chest tighten. Y/N swallowed hard, her mind racing. She had always felt something tooâalways pushed it aside, too afraid of what it would mean for them and for their friendship. But now that it was out there, she couldnât run from it anymore.
Harryâs eyes softened behind his glasses,  his heart racing a mile a minute. He had finally said itâthe words he never thought heâd be able to voice, yet they spilled out of him because he couldnât hold them in any longer. He had to tell Y/N everything.Â
But he still didnât know if she felt the same, if she likedâno, lovedâhim back. And though the thought of her rejecting him terrified him, he was ready for it. His heart would shatter into a million pieces, but he would respect her decision, even if it meant she wanted him out of her life completely. It would hurtâof course, it wouldâbut the idea of staying by her side and making her uncomfortable hurt even more.
He braced himself for her response, never expecting what she would say next.
 âI love you, Harry. I think Iâve loved you for a long time... but I was too much of a coward to confess it,â Y/N murmured, her eyes glistening with tears. âAll this time, I didnât want to lose you, so I just... ignored it. But tonight? It meant everything. I want this with you too.â
She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around him, resting her head on his chest. She could hear his heart pounding beneath her ear.Â
âI always thought you had a thing for Emma from our sociology class,â Y/N added with a teary giggle, realizing how silly it sounded now.
Harryâs brows furrowed in confusion. Emma? He had never thought of her as more than a classmate. His friends had mentioned once or twice that Emma might have a crush on him, but heâd never taken it seriously. His focus had always been on Y/N.
Before he could explain, Y/N cut him off. âBut now I get itâyou donât like her. It was probably just my insecurities talking,â she said softly, her eyes dropping to her lap as she fidgeted with her fingers, a nervous habit of hers.
âBaby, Y/N, look at me,â Harry gently commanded. âI had no idea you were worrying about all of this. Emma? Iâve probably spoken to her five times at most, and I donât like her that way at all. You have nothing to be insecure about.â He cupped her jaw tenderly, his thumb brushing her cheek. âYouâre the most beautiful girl Iâve ever seen, my angel. The only girl I love and care about.â
Harry's thumb continued to stroke Y/N's cheek gently, his eyes soft and unwavering as he held her gaze. âYouâre everything to me, Y/N. Iâve never even thought about anyone else the way I think about you. Itâs always been you.â
Her breath hitched at his words, the insecurity that had weighed her down for so long now starting to lift. She opened her mouth to say something, but Harry wasnât finished. His other hand slid down to cradle her waist, pulling her more closer if that was possible. They were basically molded together.Â
âI love the way you say my name; I love how you play with my rings whenever you get nervous; I love the way you get excited over little things; I love the way you get grumpy whenever you are hungry; I love the way you look at me when you think I am not paying attention. And I love you; donât ever want you to doubt that, okay?âÂ
Y/N felt warmth flood her chest as his words washed over her. Sheâd spent so long overthinking everything, never realizing that Harry had been feeling the same all along.
She blinked back the last of her tears, smiling up at him. âI donât know why I thought otherwise,â she whispered, her voice shaky but full of emotion.
Harry pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering there. âBecause you care so much,â he murmured against her skin. âAnd thatâs one of the things I love about you.â
Y/N leaned into his embrace, feeling safe and cherished in his arms. the tension in her body melting away.
Harry resting his chin on the top of her head. âBut now, no more hiding, yeah? No more overthinking or doubting. Itâs just us now. Iâm yours, and Iâve always been.â
Y/N tilted her head back to look at him, her smile widening as her fingers laced through his. âJust us,â she repeated softly.
Harryâs heart swelled as he brought her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles softly. âJust us,â he echoed, his voice a gentle promise.
ââââŕ¨ŕ§ââTHE ENDââŕ¨ŕ§âââââ
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A continuation on my post about unloved foods, specifically this is my in-depth defense of root beer.
Root Beer isn't inherently gross, it's just one of those weird local flavors that's off-putting to people who didn't grow up with it. We all like different things and also we all tend to like flavors that are similar to what we grew up with. That's okay! But honestly root beer is pretty unique and, in my opinion, delicious.
One of the main complaints against root beer is that it tastes like medicine. Funnily enough, it was originally marketed as medicinal! This is true for most OG sodas actually. Pretty much as soon as carbonated water was invented, people were drinking it to soothe various ailments. A lot of the original soft drinks were actually invented by pharmacists. I just think that root beer is especially cool because the main flavor came from the root bark of sassafras, a common North American shrub. Because it's so widespread and aromatic, all parts of the sassafras plant have been used in food and medicine by many different Native American tribes throughout history and was subsequently picked up and used by European colonists. In the 1960s, some studies indicated that that safrole oil, which is produced by the plant, can cause liver damage. Whether or not this would actually remain true after it had been boiled and added to root beer is unclear, but it was really easy to replicate the flavor, so the sassafras in commercial root beer these days is artificial. Another fun fact about safrole is that it's a precursor in the synthesis of MDMA. None of this information has stopped my childhood habit of eating sassfras leaves right off the shrub whenever I walk past it on a hike. I'm like 85% sure it's safe and also mmmm yummy leafs go crunch.
Another root beer complaint is that it tastes like toothpaste. I think this is probably because another key flavor in most root beer recipes is wintergreen. I'm assuming that the people who think this are the same people who think mint chocolate chip ice cream tastes like toothpaste. I can understand and even respect that some people don't like mint and associate it only with brushing their teeth, but like. Mint is a pretty common flavor. I mean I think it's safe to say that humans have been eating mint flavored stuff for longer than toothpaste has existed... anyway!
Other common flavors in root beer (real or artificial) are caramel, vanilla, black cherry bark, sarsaparilla root, ginger, and many more! There's not one official recipe, and root beer enthusiasts often have strong opinions about different brands. Some root beer is sharper, with more strong aromatic flavors, and others are mild and creamier.
Another thing I think is cool about root beer is that it's foamier than most sodas. This was originally because sassafras is a natural surfactant (and why sassafras is also a common thickening agent in Louisiana Creole cooking.) These days, other plant starches or similar ingredients are added to keep the distinctive foam. Root beer foam > all other soft drink foams. That's why root beer floats kick more ass than like, coke floats.
If you've never had root beer before, imagine if a sweetened herbal tea was turned into a soda, because that's basically what it is. If your first response to that is a cringe, fair enough. That's why lots of people don't like it. If your first response to that is "interesting... I might actually like it, though" then I encourage you to track down a can of root beer today, hard as that might be outside the US and Canada. Next time you see an "ew, root beer tastes like medicine/tooth paste" take, know that there's a reason for that, but also the same could be said for literally any herbal or minty food/drink.
My final take on root beer is that it would be the soda of choice for gnomes. Thank you and good night.
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these were the most popular on this post if I missed other popular ones I'm sorry
* note: they can be non-dairy for those who don't/can't eat regular ice cream and also gelato and sorbet count
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⢠just thinking about percy jackson as your summer bf. fumbling with sunscreen, smearing it on each otherâs noses, missing spots on purpose. sticky cuddles under the blanket, even though the air is way too hot for any kind of physical contact. popsicle juice dribbling down your chin, and him kissing it away, his lips sweet and a little too eager. racing into the ocean, him pretending to trip just to make you laugh. stealing sips of each otherâs lemonade, but only when you think heâs not looking. screaming on the rollercoaster while he pretends to be fearless, though you catch his knuckles white around the bar. arguing over the best ice cream flavorâhe insists on mint chocolate chip, but you know itâs cookies and cream. beach volleyball that always ends with him picking you up and spinning you around, both of you laughing too hard to keep score. running barefoot on the hot pavement, hopping between patches of grass. falling asleep in a hammock, legs tangled, with the smell of saltwater still clinging to your skin, and waking up to sunburned shoulders and his lazy grin. ⢠or how fall coded leo valdez is. going to haunted houses together, hiding your face in his shoulder every time you get freaked, while he grins and teases you, but never lets go. sharing one scarf because he insists heâs not cold, but somehow the scarf always ends up wrapped around you both. carving pumpkins together, where he makes his a goofy, over-engineered contraption while yours is just happy and crooked. attempting to watch Saw for halloween, but halfway through, he grabs the remote, and suddenly Itâs the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown! is on. apple cider kisses, warm and sweet, his lips tasting like cinnamon. drowning tea with lethal douses of nutmeg because he swears it makes everything better, and it does. walking through piles of fallen leaves, and just when youâre admiring the colors, he kicks a bunch of them at you, laughing as you chase him down the path. ending the night with bonfires, where he messes with the flames, making them flicker in shapes just to make you laugh. ⢠and winters with luke castellan, him cupping your face in his hands, palms warm and soft, trying to chase away the chill from your cheeks, always grumbling about how cold you are, but never pulling away. sharing caramel apples, and him struggling to take a bite while making a mess, albeit with a small grin. snowball fights that start with playful teasing and end with him catching you in his arms, both of you laughing and brushing off snow. walking through the frosty streets, his arm around your shoulders, making sure youâre never too cold. stopping by a food cart for hot chocolate, where he burns his tongue but pretends he's fine, playing it off with a casual shrug while you laugh. driving through the city, holiday music low in the background, his eyes flickering between the lights and your smile; and his peppermint scent clinging to your sweater, lingering long after heâs gone. ⢠while jason grace is undeniably a spring bf. feeding each other freshly picked strawberries, sweet and sun-warmed, his smile soft as he knows just how to choose the best ones. stopping by the convenience store for a snack run, where he knows your favorites by heart, grabbing them without a second thought. stopping by a local cafĂŠ for iced coffee, his fingers brushing yours as he hands you your drink.
playful water fights by the fountain, where he always ends up drenched, his hair sticking to his forehead, but heâs still grinning, water dripping everywhere as you both laugh at the chaos. visiting farmers' markets together, where he picks out the freshest fruits and insists on trying every sample with you. sharing ice cream cones that melt faster than you can eat them, him sneaking bites from yours with a playful smirk, wiping away a stray drip with the back of his hand before it hits the ground.
Švalsverseâ do not steal, edit, or repost my works. plagiarism is prohibited.
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Special Instructions || MarĂa LeĂłn & Ingrid Engen
warnings : smut, body writing, cunnilingus, strap-on, double-ended dildos, biting, choking, anal, and our dear friend, double penetration.
summary : you've left some detailed instructions on your person for your lovers to find and follow.
âBrand new sharpiesâŚcheck,â you mutter, âmore lubeâŚcheck.âÂ
Mapi and Ingrid were at training and it was beginning to be a bore to stay in the house all alone. Youâd been doom scrolling on X when you stumbled upon some interesting content.Â
Already very thoroughly satisfied in the bedroom, you were eager to bring in more activities that you were certain the girls would enjoy wholeheartedly.Â
Picking up a coffee and pastries for snacks, you head home and happily bring your new toys into the house. Dumping the food on the counter and ripping the sharpies open, you take one and practically run into the bedroom to steal a shirt from Mapi.
Your best lingerie was air-drying in the bathroom while you took a warm shower to clean up. You stood in front of the mirror stark naked, marker in hand. You shook a little, a light blush growing on your cheeks.Â
âWhat do I write?â you wonder to yourself, grabbing your phone off the counter to check your bookmarks. This was going to be fun.Â
Ingrid scolds Mapi as they walk into the house, the jingle of their keys sends a shiver down your spine. Youâre all set by the bedroom door, heart swelling with love as you hear the two of them bicker.Â
âIngrid, you have to be diabolical to enjoy mint chocolate chip ice-cream when there are so many other flavors to enjoy?â
âMapi, if I cared, I would argue. But I donât. Especially when youâre the only adult in the world who likes cherry.âÂ
âExcuse me, donât you dare- what do we have here?âÂ
Youâre sitting on your knees, hands neatly folded in your lap and a hilariously big t-shirt falling off your shoulders. They stand at the door, Mapiâs eyes looking slightly concerned while, to your surprise, Ingridâs look almost predatory. She slowly circles you, eyes trying to undress you. Mapi kneels before you, tilting your head up to look at her. You take your shirt off and they both audibly gasp, sending a shiver down your spine.Â
âWhatâs this amor?â Mapi asks, finger touching the black ink that glowed on your milky skin.
You giggle and bite your lip, head spinning. You watch as Ingridâs eyes take in all the words that spell out detailed descriptions about what you wanted her and Mapi to do to you.
âBreed here?â Ingrid asks dismissively, finger pointing right at your core as she stood above you.Â
âSi,â you nod, âwant you two to use me however you want.â
âHowever we want?â Mapi asks, in a little disbelief. You remain solid in your decision.Â
âYes,â you say confidently. You look Ingrid in the eyes when you say the next bit.
âI want you to fuck me like you mean it,â you stand, âand iâve told you where and how i want it.âÂ
A smirk appears on Mapiâs face, eyes lit up like a childâs on christmas day. Ingrid on the other hand, remains stone faced and tough, leaning in to whisper into Mapiâs ear.Â
You stand a little far from them and can barely hear the whispers when Ingrid clears her throat.Â
âOn the bed, on your knees, not a fucking sound, got it?âÂ
âYes Ingrid,â you mutter, scrambling to the middle of the four-poster bed. You settle on your knees, knees spread like Ingrid likes while keeping your mouth shut. You stare at the sheets, keeping your eyes closed for good measure.Â
Thereâs rustling and bustling, along with sharp whispers and mentions of your name like you werenât in the room. It made you embarrassingly wet at the mere idea that they were about to use you like some âthingâ they had lying around.Â
Ingrid climbs onto the bed first, eyes examining the instructions youâve so kindly left for them. She reads one out loud, the effect of her words make you feel light headed with pleasure.Â
âBite here,â she reads off your right breast, âsuck here,â on the left. In the middle, you wrote âkiss here,â you smile up at Ingrid and watch as she takes in all the other words youâve left your girlfriends.
Mapi gets right behind Ingrid and looks over her shoulder, hands coming around to graze the words along your inner thigh that she found extremely hot.Â
âDo as our princess says Ingrid, hasnât she been such a good girl lately?âÂ
âYes, I think she has,â Ingrid answers, tilting her head back and kissing Mapi. You watch as your pussy gets wetter and wetter at the sight, a desperate whine just waiting in your throat.
Ingrid kissed slowly up your toned stomach, before taking your right breast in her mouth to bite. Her teeth sink into your soft flesh, nipple taut in her mouth. You moan softly, feeling her hands caress your slightly numb thighs.Â
She moved to the other side swiftly, sucking hard on your nipple. Itâs sloppy and wet, exactly how you had imagined it going. She pulls away, hands hovering over your slightly chilly chest.Â
âCan I fondle them, darling?â Ingrid asks formally, hands seemingly hard to hold back from touching without asking.Â
âO-Of course you can Ingrid, you d-donât have to ask,â you stutter, before she uses her most humiliating tone. You think you gush onto the sheets and make a mess as she degrades you.Â
âOh but kjĂŚreste you didnât write that down for me to do, so how can I without asking? Wouldnât that be rude?âÂ
Your brain goes blank, eyes filling with subby tears.Â
âR-Rude? Youâre not r-rude Ingrid, you can touch how you want!âÂ
Ingrid gives in as she coos, hands kneading your aching breasts soothingly. She kisses your forehead and wipes your tears away, hands caressing your clammy skin while being careful to avoid the ink so it doesnât smudge.
Mapi on the other hand, had her phone out to collect documentation. She was sure you would enjoy the pictures she was taking as much as she and Ingrid would after all this was said and done.Â
Ingrid kisses down your chest as per the instructions, hands still kneading and smacking your breasts. She stops right in front of your cunt, fingers gently rubbing the words you had left on the insides of your thighs.Â
âBreed here,â on the left and âeat me!â on the right.Â
âGood girl,â Ingrid praises, âyou were so clear with what you wanted elskling, Iâm so pleased.âÂ
Mapi appears by your head suddenly, wearing her strap and slipping something underneath Ingridâs pillow. She kisses your chest and leaves a smack on your right breast just as Ingridâs lips wrap around your clit. Mapi pulls your head into her lap and you feel her cock press right up against your lips.Â
âNo instructions for me here, so Iâll help you there amor,â Mapi pulls a sharpie out from the sheets and tilts your head to the side. She carefully writes âfor sucking,â right on your cheek. The cold ink and familiar scent only makes your head so much more fuzzy, eyes blurry as Mapi throws the pen to the side and angles her hips to your mouth.Â
She presses in just as Ingrid slips two fingers into your pussy. Your thighs thrash around a little, chest huffing as the air in your chest gets blocked by Mapi fucking your throat.Â
Ingrid eats you out hungrily, fingers pushing in and out of you roughly. She glances up momentarily and she sees a flash of black when your neck pushes up. She pulls away, eyes narrowing as she licks her lips tasting you.Â
âWhat does that one say?â Ingrid asks, shuffling up onto her knees. Her hand inside you pulls out and rubs circles over your clit, free hand wrapping around your neck as Mapi begins to pull her cock out of your mouth.Â
âChoke me, Ingrid,â it says, in the finest letters.Â
âIs that what you want, elskling?â she teases, bony fingers wrapping gently around your neck tighter.Â
âYou want me to choke you?âÂ
Youâre nodding, lips puffy from how much youâve been biting them.Â
âI need words, pretty thing.â
âYes Ingrid, I want you to choke me please!â you say, screaming a little. Ingrid pulls away completely as you settle against Mapi, her slightly soaked cock resting right between your shoulder blades.Â
Ingrid pulls a little surprise out from under her pillow, graciously left there by Mapi. Your head pops up and you smile deliriously, desperately blinking away tears to see the toy Ingrid was holding.Â
Double ended dildoâs werenât all that common in your household but this one? This one was on everyoneâs wishlist for a while now.Â
âWanna fuck you with this so bad,â Ingrid begins, before turning her attention towards Mapi, who was starting to feel a little left out.Â
âBut I also want to take Mapiâs cock like a good girl.âÂ
âWe can do both, princesa.âÂ
Ingridâs eyes seem to widen at the thought but she soon becomes eager and almost reeling with excitement. Scrambling to get between your legs, Mapi bends over and begins to kiss you, hands grabbing your cheeks tightly. Youâre unsure of where to focus on, the feeling of Mapiâs hands so close to your neck while Ingrid lubes up one end of the toy and is starting to push it into you all becomes deliciously overwhelming.Â
You feel your cunt give in to one side of the toy, the tip resting nicely against your sweet spot. Ingrid grabbed a hold of it and gently rocked it into you, your hand grabbing Mapiâs hand that slowly crept towards your neck.Â
âIs this what you wanted, amor?â Mapi teased, fingers pressing right up against your windpipe.Â
âSĂŹ,â you croaked, air slowly leaving your system. Just as you were getting a little light headed, Mapi pulled away. Words to argue began to leave your lips when a weight added itself onto your thighs.Â
There Ingrid sat, penetrated by the other end of the toy. She grinned from ear to ear, hips gently rocking themselves on top of you. Mapi watched Ingrid eagerly before stepping off the bed. Ingrid pulled your hands to rest on her hips, fingers immediately grabbing them to guide her.Â
âFuck, that feels so good baby,â praises Ingrid, hands grasping your breasts for stability. She was using you for her own pleasure, like a mirror or book for a suction dildo. She rode you hard, feeling the toy rock steadily with each canter of her hips. She was an expert, watching her hips move in ways you didnât know possible.Â
As you were enjoying the gorgeous sight in front of you, Mapi had climbed in behind Ingrid and looked over her shoulder. Her tattooed hands reached around and caressed Ingridâs breasts, you watched as Ingrid melted into your other lover's arms, hips never slowing down for a second.Â
âDoes she feel good, princesa?â Mapi asks, hands gliding over Ingridâs flawless skin. They stop right above her cunt, a finger reeling out to circle around her neglected clit. Ingrid slows down just a little, taking in the feeling of Mapi finally touching her.Â
âJa,â Ingrid gasps, âshe feels so good.âÂ
The cap of the lube clicks and youâre frustrated you canât see all that was going on behind Ingrid. You watch as Mapi whispers into Ingridâs ear and she speeds up on top of you, bouncing on the toy more to get it to stimulate both of you. Â
The frustration adds to the pleasure, almost like they were ignoring you as though you werenât in the room with them. As though you werenât being fucked by Ingrid.Â
âSheâs so pretty on top, isnât she amor?â Mapi asks you and you break out of your daydream, nodding hard when Ingrid leans over and begins to suck on your breast. Mapi comes into view and you swear you could die happy, right in this moment.Â
Sheâs got three fingers inside Ingridâs ass, muscles straining as she takes her time opening up your girlfriend. Ingrid, the slut she was being, rolls her hips back onto Mapiâs fingers, pussy stretched tight around the toy. As she rocked them forwards, you felt it press your sweet spot and you gasp, pulling a devious grin on Ingridâs face.
She begins to ride hard, feeling her pussy swallow up the toy as her ass took another one of Mapiâs fingers. Â
âIf only you could see how pretty she looks like this amor, you��d be as crazy about it as I am.â
âSheâs taking it so well, hm?âÂ
âSheâs perfect, arenât you Ingrid?â Mapi whispers as Ingrid sits back up. Ingrid nods deliriously, a tired smile pulled on her face.Â
âSo perfect,â the Norwegian whispers, whining when Mapi pulls her fingers out. Mapi hands you the lube and you stroke her cock wetly, Ingridâs hips cheekily grinding down on you.Â
Mapi settles in behind Ingrid and your thumbs rub her hip bones as Mapi slips into her ass. You watch Ingridâs eyes close shut and you lean up to kiss her. She kisses back desperately, hands cradling your head.Â
The thing with this setup was, with every thrust of Mapiâs hips, it drove the toy inside you and Ingrid deep. You were sure you could feel it in your guts, but you saw it in Ingridâs guts. Mapi felt it. Her hand was pressed right over the spot it bulged out from and her eyes go dark with every powerful fuck of her hips.Â
She speeds up, the sounds of all your moans meld into a single harmony. Ingrid becomes boneless as the pleasure fills her body, and Mapi pulls out for just a second as you sit up against the backboard.. The toy fucks deeper into you and Ingrid as you hold her in your lap. Mapi slips back into Ingrid and she screams, feeling both of you fuck her.Â
âFuck!â Ingrid screams, âIâm gonna cum!âÂ
âMe too!â you gasp, kissing Ingrid hard. She kisses back and pulls away, hands wrapping around your neck. Your head thuds against the wood, hands grabbing her waist tighter. She fucks herself and you with the toy harder, feeling Mapiâs hips also alternate into her at the same pace.Â
Ingrid goes stiff when she comes, falling back into Mapi. Your eyes roll into your head when the high hits, and Ingrid releases the pressure around your neck at the perfect moment to boost your pleasure.Â
Mapi kisses Ingridâs shoulder softly as she gets everyone untangled. You take deep breaths when Ingrid tries to climb into your skin, legs tangling right into yours.Â
She lets Mapi clean her but insists on wiping you down. Sheâs gentle as she scrubs the ink off your skin, kissing each spot you wrote on.Â
âCan we try this on me next?â she asks quietly, playing with your hair. Mapi nods behind her, caressing Ingridâs thigh under the sheets.Â
âIâve bought more sharpies especially for you, my love.â you whisper, thanking the algorithm gods for sending you that video.
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for no other reason than i worked at an ice cream shop for eight years, here's what ice cream the mass effect characters would eat
shepard: neapolitan, strawberry for their paragon side, chocolate for their renegade, vanilla to balance
garrus: moose tracks, but will pick it apart just for the peanut butter cups and give shepard the leftovers
tali: literally any booze flavored ice cream
liara: mint chocolate chip because she secretly kind've fucks with the taste of toothpaste but will never admit it out loud
kaidan: butter pecan. it's not everyone's favorite, but it's his, and he's totally cool with it
ashley: whatever the 2183 equivalent to the tonight dough. cookie dough chunks, brownie chunks, butterscotch, chocolate chips, malt chunks, everything
wrex: this man is old as balls!!!!!! rum raisin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
joker: lemon sherbet. you cannot tell me that man is not lactose intolerant
miranda: cherries garcia, little bit sweet, little bit tart
jack: the most sickening sweet shit you can think of. cotton candy with marshmallow superman with a side of sugar
jacob: some sort of dark chocolate peanut butter ice cream that sounds good in theory but in reality you can only take like 3 bites of before you get a tummy ache
zaeed: banana splits that he likes to mash together with a spoon and eat like some deconstructed milkshake
kasumi: the weird avant gard shit you see in hipster vegan shops, like some bacon sweet potato rosebud ice cream
mordin: coffee ice cream, because he likes the taste of coffee but if he were to actually drink it he would spontaneously combust
grunt: those froyo shops that were everywhere in 2014 where you could make a bowl with like 5% froyo and 95% other toppings and it cost 14 dollars
thane: doesn't like ice cream because it reminds him of how he abandoned his child and how his wife is dead and he could never go back to the life he left behind, the life of stability, because his body is engineered for a deadly purpose and he can never atone for his sins rocky road
samara: this woman is old as balls!!!!!!!!!!!!! pistachio!!!!!!!!!!!
legion: tried vanilla ice cream. too sticky, got stuck in his wiring.
james: one of those brownie sundaes that weighs approximately 5 pounds and is majority whipped cream
steve: chocolate chip. classy, just like him ;)
traynor: something smooth and rich and velvety and inexplicably sexy, like raspberry chocolate chunk
edi: takes the idea of ice cream a little too literally and just has a bowl of heavy cream with ice cubes. is confused why everyone is disgusted.
javik: ice cream is for primitives (peaches and cream)
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What would the yokai gangs favorite ice cream flavors be!! I must know!!
Ha, I think their reaction to ice cream or modern food in general would be interesting. Imagine taking a bunch of ancient demons on a stroll in modern times and you spot an ice cream truck.
Murasaki would go for something very simple, like vanilla ice cream. He's also eating it with a very serious expression and in small, careful bites, facing away from everyone (too embarrassed to show his enjoyment).
Kiritsubo is excited to try everything out, but eventually he'll settle for those flavors usually popular with kids. A bright blue bubblegum scoop will get his tail wagging. He'll beam with delight for some rainbow twirl with popping candy.
Suma is not too picky, maybe he'd go for nutty flavors like pistachio or pecan. As long as it's something in a big tub (that, or he'll empty most of the options and the truck will have to close up early).
Yuugiri likes sweet, fruity flavors like cherry or strawberry. He might also go for something fancier like salted caramel or coffee. He'd probably use this as an opportunity to tease you by licking it in an intentionally clumsy way with his forked tongue, maintaining eye contact and smirking.
Sekiya probably likes some bizarre or not-so-popular flavor like mint chocolate chip. Which adds to his nervousness as he points to his desired choice and hears some kid behind him going "ewww, people actually go for that?"
Sakaki prefers neutral flavors, nothing too strong or too sweet. Vanilla, simple chocolate, matcha and the likes. When I read your ask, I also had this image of him kind of wandering away from the group and just observing you having fun with the others. He likes seeing your smile, so he idly begins sketching it; ever since meeting you he's started a sketchbook of 'happy memories' to look at when he's depressed (almost always).
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Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries
Day 8 of TUI-Mas
Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), unprotected p in v, obligatory breeding kink, pregnancy, Reader has a baby bump, we're basically extra horny for Eddie thanks to second-trimester hormones
WC: 1.2k
Divider credit to @saradika
August 1999
âIâll haveâŚâ Harris Munson peers over the Scoops Ahoy counter, nose almost pressed against the glass, ââŚa scoop of mint chocolate chip with strawberry sauce andâŚmini marshmallows. Please,â he adds with an enthusiastic smile.Â
Eddie contorts his face into a disgusted expression. âSeriously, Har?â He turns to you with the expectation that youâll back him up like you usually do when Harris tries experimenting with weird ice cream concoctions.Â
âActually,â you muse, grinning down at Harris and absentmindedly resting your hands on your bump, âthat doesnât sound half bad. I think Iâll do the same.â
âAbsolutely not,â Eddie interjects, shaking his head in disappointment and disbelief. âNo way. You donât even like mint ice cream; you said it reminds you of toothpaste.â
âI know,â you shrug, digging your wallet from your bag and fishing out some cash, âbut the baby thinks itâs delicious.â
He rubs his thumb and forefinger over his eyelids. âChrist. And what about the strawberry sauce and marshmallows? Does the baby want those, too?â
You huff out an exasperated sigh, cocking a brow in a feeble attempt at intimidation. âAre you telling your pregnant wife what she can and cannot eat?âÂ
âYeah!â Harris glances up at his dad. âShe can eat whatever Baby Brother wants her to eat.â
âFine, fine,â Eddie takes his cup of Rocky Road from the poor cashier forced to listen to this banter. âBut if anyone asks, I donât know either of you.â His brown doe eyes shift back and forth between you and Harris.Â
You pay the cashier and hand Harris his ice cream before collecting your own. Magenta syrup drips down the bright green scoop, tiny marshmallows cascading downwards in a sugary avalanche. You sink your spoon into it and take a bite, savoring the flavors that shouldnât complement each other, but pregnancy cravings have eschewed all logic and reason.Â
âSo, Mr. Almost Second-Grader,â you say to Harris, who seems to be enjoying his Franken-Dessert as much as you are, âare you excited for school to start in a few weeks?â
Harris shoots you the same grimace that Eddie gave him when heâd placed his ice cream order. âNah, I donât like homework. And this year, we gotta learn how to do adding and subtracting with even bigger numbers.â
âYeah, but weâve been practicing with flashcards all summer,â you remind him, pushing a napkin in his direction so he can wipe his face. âYouâre super prepared.â
âI guess.âÂ
He still doesnât seem too excited, so you try another tactic. âAnd you, Joshua, and Charlie are in the same class again this year.â
His eyes light up at this. âOh, yeah!â He leans into his ice cream and attempts to lick up a marshmallow with only his tongue, sending it careening across the table and plopping onto the tile floor unceremoniously.
âGod help that teacher,â Eddie mutters under his breath, sparkling eyes meeting yours for just a moment, but itâs enough to send a shiver of delight down your spine that is wholly unrelated to the frozen dessert youâre devouring.
You and Eddie curl up on the couch later that evening, clicking the remoteâs channel button until you land on a rerun of something you can both agree on. Harrisâs input is null and void; heâs tucked into bed after experiencing the sugar rushâand crashâof a lifetime.
Eddie stretches, draping one arm over your shoulders, his fingertips grazing the swell of your right breast. It may be accidental, but thereâs no denying the way your nipple hardens at the slight touch, especially through your thin pajama top. Thereâs no time for a smirk to even grace his lips before your legs are straddling his waist haphazardly, your bump making it an increasingly difficult task.
âSh-Shit,â Eddie mumbles in between the frantic kisses you press to his lips. His hands find purchase in the flesh of your ass, squeezing reflexively. âWhatâs all this about, Sweetheart?â
You suck on his neck, tasting the musky remnants of his aftershave. âNeed you, fuck, need you so bad.â Your hips roll against him, creating a delectable friction that sends a surge of wetness into your panties.
âBetter move this into the bedroom, then.â
You assume the same position once your bodies hit the bed, pulling your tank top above your head. Eddieâs gaze lands on your bump first, his palms drawn to it like magnets. âGod, youâre so beautiful,â he says breathlessly, his thumbs traveling upwards to brush over your pebbled nipples. âI mean, I thought you were drop-dead gorgeous when we met, but nowââ
âLess talking, more sex.â You nearly tear off his boxers, a sticky trail of pre-cum connecting him to the cotton fabric. He hisses as you grab his half-hard cock, spitting directly onto the tip and sliding your fist up and down the shaft. âJust wanna ride you.â
âShit, okay.â Eddie laughs, pushing himself onto the pillows and tucking his hands behind his head. âAll yours, Sweetheart.â
You adjust your body so you can easily sink onto him, letting him stretch you while you stifle a moan. Grabbing onto his waist, you brace yourself and slowly grind against him.
âThassit, sweet girl.â He bites his lower lip with his top teeth, eyes rolling back as you find your pacing. He clutches your thighs, giving you the stability you need to ride him. His pelvis rises as his hips buck up with lazy thrusts. âMmf, youâre so fuckinâ tight. Pussy was made fâme, wasnât it?â
âMhm.â The two syllables are all you can manage, filled with love and lust and Eddie. You want to continue in this position, but pregnancy restricts your movement and your stamina, and you know you both need more. âCanâŚcan youâŚ?â
Eddie grins, nodding his head and keeping a firm grasp on your upper legs. âI got you, babe. Donât worry.â He holds you so your core remains pressed to his, snapping into you. âAlways gonna take care of my girl,â he growls, accentuating each word. âYour tits have never looked better, holy hell.â
âEddieâŚEddie,â you pant, clenching around him needily. Your middle finger circles your clit, and the orgasm youâve been chasing finally comes to fruition. Pleasure blooms in your lower belly as you continue to cry out his name. Youâve never finished this quickly before, and it takes you both by surprise.Â
âGoddamn,â Eddie murmurs. âThese hormones got you really sensitive, huh?â
âMhm.â
âYou like it though.â Itâs a statement, not a question, but you nod regardless. âMaybe I should keep you pregnant so you always feel this good. Is that what you want?â
Words escape you momentarily, but once you find them, you vehemently agree. âY-Yes, God, yes.â
âOhfuckohfuckohfuck.â His own grunts morph into whimpers as he spills within you, pistoning harshly to milk every last drop. Sweat beads on his forehead. âSweetheart, that wasâŚholy shit.â He whines when you pull yourself off of him, but you muffle it with a kiss. The plushness of his lips stir another fire inside you, and your fingers begin another descent through his coarse pubic hair to his softening length. âH-Honey, what are youââ
âRound two,â you exhale, already rubbing yourself against his thigh, desperate for stimulation. âPlease, baby? How else are you gonna keep me pregnant?â
Eddieâs whole body freezes at this, a smile splitting his face. âWell, when you put it that way, how could I ever resist?âÂ
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School Boyfriend âL.H.S
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Pairings LeeHeeseung! X fem!reader
SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG Who accidentally threw a basketball at your head, and the second you both looked each other in the eye, he fell in love with your beauty.
SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG Who tried to approach you the next day to apologize, but the real reason was that he wanted to talk to you.
"H-hey," Heeseung stammered as he gently tapped your shoulder, hoping to catch your attention. "Uh, hi?" you replied, turning to face him with a curious expression. "I'm really sorry about yesterday at the school gym," he apologized sincerely, offering you an ice pack to ease any lingering discomfort.
"It's okay, honestly, it's not a big deal," you reassured him with a warm smile as you accepted the ice pack. "Uh, what if I make it up to you by taking you out somewhere?" Heeseung asked tentatively, his nerves palpable as he looked down at his shoes, his heart pounding louder than ever.
"Oh, okay. Where do you have in mind?" you responded, intrigued and smiling encouragingly.
"Well, there's this newly opened cafĂŠ just close to our school," he suggested, trying to contain his excitement despite the grin that threatened to spread across his face.
"Mhm, sounds great," you agreed, closing your locker. "I'll see you then." With a final smile, you turned and walked away, leaving Heeseung with a mixture of relief and anticipation swirling in his chest.
SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who spent hours in his closet, meticulously searching for the perfect outfit. He tried on various combinations, each time glancing at himself in the mirror, practicing the best smile to greet you. He rehearsed how to speak confidently in front of you, wanting every word to be just right.
Turning to the internet for guidance, he searched for "how to act like a gentleman in front of your crush," absorbing tips and tricks. Seeking reassurance, he also consulted his friends, gathering advice on how to make a lasting impression.
SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who walks you back to your house.
While walking, Heeseung noticed an ice cream shop on your way back home. "Hey, want some ice cream?" he asked, looking at you with hope in his eyes, wishing that you would say yes. "Oh, sure! Thank you!" you replied with a smile.
"Here you go," he said, smiling as he handed you the ice cream.
"Wow, mint chocolate chip?! How did you know I love this flavor!" you exclaimed, smiling widely. "You mentioned it to me a while ago while we were eating," he said, chuckling softly.
SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG Who loves waiting for you after class so the two of you can walk home together.
SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who comes with you in the library to study together.
"Baby~" he pouted beside you, "I need kisses to make my brain function," he whined, resting his chin on your shoulder.
"Hee, We're in a public place," you glared at him.
"I don't care," he interrupted before grabbing your chin and kissing you passionately. You gently pushed him away and hit his shoulder while looking around. "God, Lee Heeseung," you exclaimed, catching his eye with a smirk.
SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG Who sends you food in your classroom if you don't come out for lunch.
SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who puts a picture of you in his I.D letting people know he's taken.
SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who gets really clingy when he drinks to much.
"I love you so much" heeseung giving you a bunch of kisses in your face.
SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who gives you his jersey so you won't be worried girls will come over him.
SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who holds your things even tho you didn't asked him to.
SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who helps you with your homework whenever you don't know how to answer it.
#enhypen#heeseung x yn#heeseung x reader#enha smut#heeseung headcanons#lee heeseung smut#heeseung fluff#lee heeseung#heeseung lee#heeseung enhypen#enhypen heeseung#enhypen fluff#heeseung lee x yn#sunghoon#jay enha#enhypen jay#jake sim#jake enhypen#enhypen sunoo#enhypen jungwon#lee heesung x reader#lee heeseung fluff
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It's time to stop acting like Ben&Jerry's is our friend. They're a corporation and they're out for money just like all the others. Their greed has led to the creation of a highly addictive product that anyone, regardless of age, can aquire on any street corner. You've all know exactly what I'm talking about, how could you not at this point? I'm talking of course about Ben&Jerry's flavor "Stephen Colbert's: Americone Dream".
Now what makes it so addictive you may ask? Well before we examine the sultry texture of the vanilla base, we have to of course look at the grouping patterns of the Fudge-Covered Waffle Cone Pieces. These pieces are not evenly distributed in the pint mixture like you may expect of a mint chip. No, infact they're distributed in tight clusters, leaving vast pockets of Vanilla Ice Cream/Caramel Swirl. And don't expect to get caramel in every bite either, its forking tendrils writhe through the Ice Cream, without a hint of uniform distribution. This sometimes geological concoction has created an eating experience so varied and exploratory that it boggles the mild.
They're putting this product on shelves in every city in America, and it'll be in your home before you know it. And believe me when I tell you: It's not love at first bite, no. With each progressive layer you'll fall deeper into its grasp. It squeezes you until you are gasping for air, only to discover you've eaten the whole pint. I say it's time bring attention to Ben&Jerry's, its time to wake up from their Americone Dream.
#got so high#i wanted to write a three paragraph essay??#please dont grade my essay#i did not proof read it
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Headcanons for favorite ice cream flavor of your favorite whb characters?
I will do all of them
ALL WHB DEMON CHARACTERS AND THEIR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR
Ultimate whb ice cream headcannon! Please let me know how you think of them in the comments I love reading them :)
Cut for length.
Gehanna
Satan
This man is an cookies and cream bastard. He crushes Oreos and puts them into his ice cream the more the merrier. He'll still eat his ice cream even though it's just a pile of cookies and little bits of ice cream. Genuinely gets mad that there's not enough cookies in his ice cream.
Sitri
I think he would like a more uncommon flavor like pistachio or matcha. He understands not many people like his flavor but it's his.
Juno/Ppyong
Chocolate ice cream with chocolate chip. Drizzled with chocolate... He just really likes chocolate.
Leraye
He likes those character popsicles with the eyeball gum. he always takes out the eyeballs first and then eats their heads.
Belial
He likes sherbert with gummy bears. I can see him really liking fruity flavors. Occasionally he does also have sprinkles.
Paimon
Bubble gum flavor is a masterpiece and if you disagree you're wrong.
Astaroth
Rocky road. He likes the richness of chocolate paired with the nuttiness of the almonds and the softness of marshmallows delicious!
Zagan
Chocolate chip! He's a simple man.
Tartaros
Mammon
Anything with caramel has his heart, it's sweet and delicious and he likes watching it roll down. So butterscotch caramel. Don't forget the gold shavings
Bimet
He'll have whatever Mammon is having having. extra gold shavings please... (a scoop of pineapple with coconut shavings)
Eligos
Strawberry with sprinkles! He is a strawberry die hard. Constantly getting into fights with chocolate and vanilla fans.
Valfor
Butter pecan with caramel as well. He'll also politely ask what ice cream flavor are you having and then politely asked for some of yours in exchange for some of his.
Hades
Leviathan
Neapolitan ice cream because it has three flavors and that's better than one. but then would rudely steal a spoonful of yours and wants to try everyone else's because he's jealous of what you're having because it looks good.
Foras
He also likes Neapolitan not because he wants to copy Levi He just genuinely likes the flavors.
Glasyalabolas
He can't decide between Cherry or raspberry. He just really likes strong fruity flavors. He doesn't mind a little chocolate drizzle either.
Barbatos
Of course he would like red velvet And he likes mixing bits of brownies.
Orias
Cotton candy with sprinkles. Anything sweet enough to give you diabetes
Abyssos
Beelzebub
His favorite changes every other day once you ask him It will take in about 10 minutes to think of an answer just to change it three times.
(funny headcanon one time visiting Leviathan He got into his ice cream stash to separate the three flavors and reorganize them as a prank. That's how he got banned from Hades for 100 years.)
Bael
Likes root beer float, He likes it because he can mix it in and then drink it while he's working.
Amon
My brain is telling me that he likes cookie dough. I don't know why I feel strongly about this.
Naberius
Peanut butter. He's such a sucker for peanut butter ice cream. He'll be eating it with his tail wagging happily.
Stolas
Strawberry cheesecake ice cream! And don't you dare tell him it's girly or be mean because he will cry!
Paradise Lost
Lucifer
Moose tracks is the most old man dad flavor I can think of.
Gamigin
He's more of a snow cone guy. But he likes Sorbet anything with citrus and he'll be there.
Marbas
He's a plain guy He just likes vanilla. If he feels like something different than he'll add to it it's perfect.
Beur
He likes vanilla but he's more of a French vanilla person. He thinks of himself as the better vanilla fan. He's kind of prideful about it.
Morax
Not much of an ice cream fan but he'll have whatever you're having
Niflheim
Belphegor
Mint chocolate chip. We don't know much about him it's just a vibe.
Gusion
Coffee flavor, no one saw this coming.
Bathin
He likes flavors from different countries like Ube, moonmist or hokey pokey. Any flavor that's specifically unique to that place he'll try it.
Andrealphus
Rainbow sherbert he likes tasting all the little flavors. He also likes the name because if he could see he wants to see all the pretty colors it has. Probably just as beautiful as he imagines it.
Abbadon
Dantalian
Man likes grape flavor He's just dying to get stabbed.
Phenix
Banana split. He eats the banana whole ;)
Ronove
Mango surprisingly normal...
Other
Minhyeok
Always orders the same ice cream as yours when he's alone he just orders vanilla topped with MnM's
#whb sfw#whb#whb leviathan#what in hell is bad#what in âhellâ is bad?#finally that's everyone introduced in the games so far#I'm not forgetting anyone at all#wihib#whb headcanons#whb mammon#whb lucifer#whb satan
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